I survived forty-four! Now own to the last half of my forties...heading towards the big five-o!
I love to write...but I have so many different writing projects going on at one time that I never seem to finish what I have started.
Let's see...I have two novels in the works (both of which are probably terrible!), a cookbook I've been working on for the last several years, several random blogs, and who knows what else I've put out there?
What is the trick to staying focused and completing one writing project before starting onto the next? I hope I find the answer soon!
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Day After...
Its funny, but the day of my actual birthday was pretty uneventful. Not much happens when you turn forty-four on a Tuesday in the summer. It's not a milestone birthday, I still had the kids to entertain, I still had to work, but the day after was quite the opposite...
I had to cart the boys around with me to go to my stores. They reluctantly joined me with hands full of I-Pads, phones, headphones and a promise of a visit to any restaurant they wanted when I was finished (as long as they behaved like civilized humans, that is).
After I was finished working they were able to vote where they wanted to eat. They both picked Sonic, a usually forbidden location, a mecca of grease and high fructose corn syrup. We pulled into our chosen ordering lane, or trough, and I leaned out the window and ordered their concoctions of fried food and neon glowing slushies and after their food arrived I began to back out of our lane.
That is where the trouble began. I looked in the passenger mirror and noticed that I was extremely close to hitting the mirror against the ordering board on the other side of the car. So, I put the car in drive, planning to pull forward and then back the car out going in the opposite direction of the ordering board. Well, somehow the opposite happened and I only managed to get myself closer to the board. I tried to correct the car again, only continuing to make it worse, and that is when we heard the dreaded scraping of metal against metal as I had wedged the car into the sign. And Then...We were...Stuck.
Oh the horror, the embarrassment! Who does that? What were we to do? I bring up asking a stranger and the boys unanimously shout "No Mom, You cant have a stranger get into our car!"
There was only one solution of course...I had to call my husband at work. So, my husband had to leave work, drive across town and save us. He, of course, had a much worse vision of the our predicament in his mind's eye. He was actually amused and relieved that it wasn't as bad as he had anticipated.
After a quick assessment of the situation, he jumps into the driver's seat as I sheepishly look on, expecting more damage to the car as he un-wedges us from the sign, but no...three quick movements, three quick seconds, and the car is out of its bondage. I look on in amazement. HOW did he do that? How could he possibly un-do what I had done so effortlessly, so quickly, without any fear? I just don't get it. I just don't understand.
But we were out. I was able to drive us home safely, was able to park in the garage safely, without any mishaps. I was only left wondering...what next?
I had to cart the boys around with me to go to my stores. They reluctantly joined me with hands full of I-Pads, phones, headphones and a promise of a visit to any restaurant they wanted when I was finished (as long as they behaved like civilized humans, that is).
After I was finished working they were able to vote where they wanted to eat. They both picked Sonic, a usually forbidden location, a mecca of grease and high fructose corn syrup. We pulled into our chosen ordering lane, or trough, and I leaned out the window and ordered their concoctions of fried food and neon glowing slushies and after their food arrived I began to back out of our lane.
That is where the trouble began. I looked in the passenger mirror and noticed that I was extremely close to hitting the mirror against the ordering board on the other side of the car. So, I put the car in drive, planning to pull forward and then back the car out going in the opposite direction of the ordering board. Well, somehow the opposite happened and I only managed to get myself closer to the board. I tried to correct the car again, only continuing to make it worse, and that is when we heard the dreaded scraping of metal against metal as I had wedged the car into the sign. And Then...We were...Stuck.
Oh the horror, the embarrassment! Who does that? What were we to do? I bring up asking a stranger and the boys unanimously shout "No Mom, You cant have a stranger get into our car!"
There was only one solution of course...I had to call my husband at work. So, my husband had to leave work, drive across town and save us. He, of course, had a much worse vision of the our predicament in his mind's eye. He was actually amused and relieved that it wasn't as bad as he had anticipated.
After a quick assessment of the situation, he jumps into the driver's seat as I sheepishly look on, expecting more damage to the car as he un-wedges us from the sign, but no...three quick movements, three quick seconds, and the car is out of its bondage. I look on in amazement. HOW did he do that? How could he possibly un-do what I had done so effortlessly, so quickly, without any fear? I just don't get it. I just don't understand.
But we were out. I was able to drive us home safely, was able to park in the garage safely, without any mishaps. I was only left wondering...what next?
Friday, June 20, 2014
T Minus One
The day before I turned forty-four seemed like an incredibly normal day. As I mentioned, it's summer, so I am a one-man entertainment show for my two boys, aged eleven and thirteen. We decided to go to the Allen Outlet Mall for pizza and a little shopping. We also ran several other errands and went to one of my clothing stores.
At one point during the day my oldest son mentioned that even with my shoes on he was now taller than me. We looked at the height of the wedge sandals I was wearing and he grew even taller with pride as we approximated the height of the wedge to be about one inch.
As we were walking around I felt my gait was slightly off. I had gone on a run that morning so I chalked it up to my muscles being tired, but still nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
It wasn't until we arrived at home and I proceeded to go into my closet to take off my shoes and change into more comfortable clothing that I actually looked down. And that's when it hit me. I had been wearing two different shoes all day long. The shock! The horror! Well it really wasn't that dramatic of a realization but still, really?
I had been wearing them for hours, we had examined the height of the heel, I had been to one of my own stores and yet no-one, including myself noticed or mentioned that I had on two different flip-flops. I had even been embarrassed all day about how much I was in need of a pedi-cure. So for the rest of the week I have had to make sure that y shoes matched. So sad...
The evidence...
At one point during the day my oldest son mentioned that even with my shoes on he was now taller than me. We looked at the height of the wedge sandals I was wearing and he grew even taller with pride as we approximated the height of the wedge to be about one inch.
As we were walking around I felt my gait was slightly off. I had gone on a run that morning so I chalked it up to my muscles being tired, but still nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
It wasn't until we arrived at home and I proceeded to go into my closet to take off my shoes and change into more comfortable clothing that I actually looked down. And that's when it hit me. I had been wearing two different shoes all day long. The shock! The horror! Well it really wasn't that dramatic of a realization but still, really?
I had been wearing them for hours, we had examined the height of the heel, I had been to one of my own stores and yet no-one, including myself noticed or mentioned that I had on two different flip-flops. I had even been embarrassed all day about how much I was in need of a pedi-cure. So for the rest of the week I have had to make sure that y shoes matched. So sad...
The evidence...
Why Forty-Four?
One would think that turning forty-four is not very significant. You've already passed the dreaded fortieth birthday where you were showered with gag gifts, birthday cards predicting impending doom, and an unlimited budget for a party to end all parties because you still can't believe you made it to forty alive!
But forty-four? Not a milestone in any way. You're still closer to forty than to fifty. So why has turning forty-four this week turned my life into upheaval?
First of all, my birthday fell on a Tuesday this year. When you have a working husband, two adolescent boys at home, and it's the beginning of summer, having a birthday on a Tuesday really just means it's going to be the same as every other day of the week, the month, the year. The difference being is that you wake up to cheers and in the case of my husband, a barrage of incredibly thoughtful gifts. But other than that, you're still mom, it's still summer break, and it's still just a Tuesday.
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