This guy restores my faith in human kind. I wish there were more like him. No, he wasn't going to get drafted into a multi million dollar contract to entertain the masses for his sport, but he did give up the last of his glory years before becoming a grunt worker like you and me. There's a LOT to be said for that.
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Resourcefulness
Tony has frequently told me about her abilities, but tonight I got to see them for myself. Our rabbits have reproduced yet again. We have needed to build new boxes for them and get a divider installed. The crazy events in our the house in the last couple of weeks has made that impossible. Today I blew my cool and threatened to get rid of all the bunnies. Cassidi freaked.
Tennis practice was cancelled so she met me at Lowe's. She bought two OSB boards, two 2x2 boards, and wood screws. I brought the six bunnies, two of which she had given away and four that she got the pet store to take. She took care of all of that and we met back at the house.
When I got home she was already setting out everything we would need. She had saw horses, the power saw, a straight edge, and a wood pencil. As soon as we got the wood out she started measuring and we got to cutting. We continued to need different things, and not only did she know where they were, but how to use them. The knowing where it was part is amazing as Tony has every gadget under the sun and everything has its place.
When we were done, she had coordinated the making of the two bunny boxes and a divider that required a creative solution to accomplish. All the gadgets were put back where they belonged, we hadn't lost any fingers or limbs, and everything worked the way it was supposed to. Amazing!
The other part is that she and I didn't fight too terribly badly throughout. When Tony and I work together, at least one of us is ready to kill the other by the time we're done. She has a lot of me in her, but there is plenty of Tony's doing in there. She is very particular in how something should be done like him and the words and phrases she uses sound just like Tony. I had to laugh a time or two tonight as we worked.
Independence is something I've strived the most for in raising our girls. When I told Tony my reaction to her tonight, he said "Her husband is going to hate the fact she's so handy". I guess he knows a little bit about that. He often gets frustrated with me for doing things on my own. I don't hold a candle to what Cass is capable of. More power to the brave soul that takes her on!
Tennis practice was cancelled so she met me at Lowe's. She bought two OSB boards, two 2x2 boards, and wood screws. I brought the six bunnies, two of which she had given away and four that she got the pet store to take. She took care of all of that and we met back at the house.
When I got home she was already setting out everything we would need. She had saw horses, the power saw, a straight edge, and a wood pencil. As soon as we got the wood out she started measuring and we got to cutting. We continued to need different things, and not only did she know where they were, but how to use them. The knowing where it was part is amazing as Tony has every gadget under the sun and everything has its place.
When we were done, she had coordinated the making of the two bunny boxes and a divider that required a creative solution to accomplish. All the gadgets were put back where they belonged, we hadn't lost any fingers or limbs, and everything worked the way it was supposed to. Amazing!
The other part is that she and I didn't fight too terribly badly throughout. When Tony and I work together, at least one of us is ready to kill the other by the time we're done. She has a lot of me in her, but there is plenty of Tony's doing in there. She is very particular in how something should be done like him and the words and phrases she uses sound just like Tony. I had to laugh a time or two tonight as we worked.
Independence is something I've strived the most for in raising our girls. When I told Tony my reaction to her tonight, he said "Her husband is going to hate the fact she's so handy". I guess he knows a little bit about that. He often gets frustrated with me for doing things on my own. I don't hold a candle to what Cass is capable of. More power to the brave soul that takes her on!
Sunday, April 28, 2013
MIA
For those of you that have been following my posts and knew about the prom after party we had, I apologize if my absence caused alarm. I was not arrested, am not in jail, but may wish I had been. At least there I'd probably have gotten some rest.
Prom was great despite a few bobbles. The florist must not have heard my request to put black ribbon on the corsage. I had to rework that in a rush. Cassidi wanted a partial undo with curls in the back. We spent 2.5 hours trying to accomplish that, but when the stylist let her hair down the curl fell right out of it. It was gorgeous the way it turned out, but it did cause her some alarm on the way home. We were late and didn't get to take pictures at the place we wanted to. That was sad, but we still got a lot of great pictures.
Her date was adorable! He is the son of a childhood friend of Tony's. They came to spend the night with us and it was great catching up with them. We reminisced of bygone days when we were young and wild. Now we're old and too pooped to party!
The after prom went well enough. I didn't get a lot of sleep between worrying and giving sobriety tests. Everyone cooperated and the night went off mostly without incident. With as many kids as were here, there's a lot to be said for that.
Having prom 3 weeks before graduation is probably a good thing. It was the prelude to the chaos that I'm sure will ensue come May 18th. My to do list is slowly dwindling. I'm down to the t-shirt quilt and the three scrap books. Surely I can get those accomplished in that time. And the good news is that if I don't, the world won't end! That being said, I am not going to stress myself out about it. Famous last words, huh?!
Prom was great despite a few bobbles. The florist must not have heard my request to put black ribbon on the corsage. I had to rework that in a rush. Cassidi wanted a partial undo with curls in the back. We spent 2.5 hours trying to accomplish that, but when the stylist let her hair down the curl fell right out of it. It was gorgeous the way it turned out, but it did cause her some alarm on the way home. We were late and didn't get to take pictures at the place we wanted to. That was sad, but we still got a lot of great pictures.
Her date was adorable! He is the son of a childhood friend of Tony's. They came to spend the night with us and it was great catching up with them. We reminisced of bygone days when we were young and wild. Now we're old and too pooped to party!
The after prom went well enough. I didn't get a lot of sleep between worrying and giving sobriety tests. Everyone cooperated and the night went off mostly without incident. With as many kids as were here, there's a lot to be said for that.
Having prom 3 weeks before graduation is probably a good thing. It was the prelude to the chaos that I'm sure will ensue come May 18th. My to do list is slowly dwindling. I'm down to the t-shirt quilt and the three scrap books. Surely I can get those accomplished in that time. And the good news is that if I don't, the world won't end! That being said, I am not going to stress myself out about it. Famous last words, huh?!
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Jitters
It's the night before senior prom. I'm excited and nervous and emotional and exhausted! I was just thinking this must be how it feels preparing for a wedding. She tells me she's never getting married - this after she tells me she's not honoring my "you must be 30 to marry" rule. I can tell you one thing. The man that gets her will have his hands FULL! We are telling him there is a definitely a NO RETURN policy if we can ever sucker anyone into taking her!
Everything is in place and we just have to execute the plans. We are doing an after prom party here and to say I'm nervous about that is an understatement. I know the large majority of the kids, but you just never know how they will behave. I'm taking keys as they drive in the driveway and everyone must spend the night. I'm not contributing a thing, but I was once a teenager. I'm not naive enough to believe they are angels. But these kids will live to see their graduation while they are under my watch!!
I know they are all going to be beautiful and have the time of their short lives up to this point. I want them to make memories that will make them smile and laugh in 20 years. They all want to be grown ups in one way but are stuck in young people bodies. They don't understand the advice to enjoy the present and the carefree lives they are leading. But one day they will. Like the night before their child's senior prom. Jitters and all.
Everything is in place and we just have to execute the plans. We are doing an after prom party here and to say I'm nervous about that is an understatement. I know the large majority of the kids, but you just never know how they will behave. I'm taking keys as they drive in the driveway and everyone must spend the night. I'm not contributing a thing, but I was once a teenager. I'm not naive enough to believe they are angels. But these kids will live to see their graduation while they are under my watch!!
I know they are all going to be beautiful and have the time of their short lives up to this point. I want them to make memories that will make them smile and laugh in 20 years. They all want to be grown ups in one way but are stuck in young people bodies. They don't understand the advice to enjoy the present and the carefree lives they are leading. But one day they will. Like the night before their child's senior prom. Jitters and all.
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Treadmill
The irony of my life right now is that I really need to be on an actual treadmill preparing for senior week where I am going to be surrounded by skinny Minnie's. However, the one I'm on doesn't seem to do anything but add weight to my body. It mostly has to do with the terrible eating schedule I keep and then the food of convenience that I choose.
We started the preparations for prom tonight getting a manicure and pedicure for Cassidi. I decided to treat myself and get a pedicure, too. It was a busy day at work, and I rushed to get there. I don't know that I fully was present to enjoy the moment. I did however enjoy the massage chair. My mind is just racing these days.
I know life is going to come to a drastic halt come August, and I will wish for these days back. But I do catch myself day dreaming about that slow pace sometimes. The treadmill is so much more enjoyable when you can stroll easily and enjoy the scenery. Right now, everything is a blur.
We started the preparations for prom tonight getting a manicure and pedicure for Cassidi. I decided to treat myself and get a pedicure, too. It was a busy day at work, and I rushed to get there. I don't know that I fully was present to enjoy the moment. I did however enjoy the massage chair. My mind is just racing these days.
I know life is going to come to a drastic halt come August, and I will wish for these days back. But I do catch myself day dreaming about that slow pace sometimes. The treadmill is so much more enjoyable when you can stroll easily and enjoy the scenery. Right now, everything is a blur.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Behind
Just when I think I'm getting caught up and on top of things, I add more to my list and get behind schedule. I'm even working my to do list in my sleep. These last few week are gonna be the death of me for sure. My eyes are starting to leak the emotions of my heart. Buying graduation cards, putting together the "memories" projects, and realizing the time is dwindling is starting to get to me.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Hotties
Once a hottie, always a hottie?! The mirrors in the changing room answered that question loud and clear for me today. I need to install floor length mirrors throughout the house (and a special one on the refrigerator door!) to help remind me. I'm losing the battle of the bulge at a fairly rapid clip.
The list of empty nest activities needs to be topped with exercising. I have ever been this out of shape and overweight. I weigh more today than I did 9 months pregnant with either of the girls. That's a very depressing statistic. And at my age, it's not just about vanity.
Obesity is a very serious health problem in this country. Pinterest and all the yummy recipe pictures aren't helping that matter. That and all the convenient foods we eat. A lot of additives and byproducts in our foods today complicate the healthy living process, too.
My reasons for falling off the in shape wagon are many, but at the end of the day nothing but lame excuses. I MUST correct this problem before I am unable to. I could already be there. Peri menopause is NOT kind. But I just need to set my mind to it, and make it happen! Now to figure out how to add more hours to the day!!
The list of empty nest activities needs to be topped with exercising. I have ever been this out of shape and overweight. I weigh more today than I did 9 months pregnant with either of the girls. That's a very depressing statistic. And at my age, it's not just about vanity.
Obesity is a very serious health problem in this country. Pinterest and all the yummy recipe pictures aren't helping that matter. That and all the convenient foods we eat. A lot of additives and byproducts in our foods today complicate the healthy living process, too.
My reasons for falling off the in shape wagon are many, but at the end of the day nothing but lame excuses. I MUST correct this problem before I am unable to. I could already be there. Peri menopause is NOT kind. But I just need to set my mind to it, and make it happen! Now to figure out how to add more hours to the day!!
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Countdown
April 18th came and went. It's not that the date is special in any way. It just marks one month until graduation. It definitely made me catch my breath when I said it out loud.
From here everything is a count down. Yesterday, I sat down and put all the activities of this last month on my calendar. It seems every day is filled with some kind activity. My energizer bunny is waning, and I keep trying to recharge.
The busy-ness is helping to keep my emotions in check, but it makes me worry that I'm not truly enjoying the experience. My to do list is decreasing, but when I try to think what I've been doing, it's hard to remember. Treadmills have a way of doing that to you.
But then I think of all this last year has held. College visits last summer, nerd camp, basketball, the chase to valedictorian, college acceptances, tennis, prom, and finally graduation. That's a lot of FUN! Trials and tribulations for sure, but so many great memories made. We've had 13 years of this for her. This last month will be a review of all of that.
I'm about to start putting the school years in review scrap book together. Digging through all of her pictures, report cards, awards, and school work papers is overwhelming. It makes me realize that while we're in the countdown of one phase of her life, it's only the beginning of the next chapter. I guess the gut wrenching piece is that we'll be more in the balcony watching her on stage as opposed to front and center.
I keep reminding myself that she's doing exactly what I've raised her to do. To be strong and independent. And that's a good thing - a great thing actually. Okay, enough nostalgia for one night. Back to keeping my eye on the ball and staying focused!
From here everything is a count down. Yesterday, I sat down and put all the activities of this last month on my calendar. It seems every day is filled with some kind activity. My energizer bunny is waning, and I keep trying to recharge.
The busy-ness is helping to keep my emotions in check, but it makes me worry that I'm not truly enjoying the experience. My to do list is decreasing, but when I try to think what I've been doing, it's hard to remember. Treadmills have a way of doing that to you.
But then I think of all this last year has held. College visits last summer, nerd camp, basketball, the chase to valedictorian, college acceptances, tennis, prom, and finally graduation. That's a lot of FUN! Trials and tribulations for sure, but so many great memories made. We've had 13 years of this for her. This last month will be a review of all of that.
I'm about to start putting the school years in review scrap book together. Digging through all of her pictures, report cards, awards, and school work papers is overwhelming. It makes me realize that while we're in the countdown of one phase of her life, it's only the beginning of the next chapter. I guess the gut wrenching piece is that we'll be more in the balcony watching her on stage as opposed to front and center.
I keep reminding myself that she's doing exactly what I've raised her to do. To be strong and independent. And that's a good thing - a great thing actually. Okay, enough nostalgia for one night. Back to keeping my eye on the ball and staying focused!
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Spring cleaning
Whoever came up with this horrific task should be shot. It was probably Eve! She saddled us with so much other crap as women. My body feels like it's been mangled in a food processor. I'm getting far too old for this stuff. I'm all for resurrecting Eve and making her do it! In the meantime, thank goodness someone invented hot tubs, ibuprofen, and beds. I'll be making good use of them all!!
Friday, April 19, 2013
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Discombobulated
When I got in from work today, I decided it would be a good idea to lay down for a quick nap. WRONG! I woke with a start not knowing where I was, what day it was, or where I was supposed to be. I severely dislike it when I do that.
It didn't help that I was dreaming about a hot tub at work overflowing and people stopping in to ask directions to their aunt's house on the parkway, but having no idea where she lived. Where these dreams come from, I'll never know. I could keep a dream analyst busy for a lifetime.
When I was a kid, I'd come home from school, take a nap, and have the same reaction. Sometimes Cass does it, too. This whole getting up early thing is for the birds. I know I was an owl in a previous life. Gosh only knows when I'll be able to get back to sleep tonight.
Rafa is playing in Monte Carlo this week. They are 6 hours ahead of us. I've been getting up early to watch him. I have another early morning planned tomorrow. I must get back to sleep!
It'll be another upside down day tomorrow. Thank God it's Friday!!
It didn't help that I was dreaming about a hot tub at work overflowing and people stopping in to ask directions to their aunt's house on the parkway, but having no idea where she lived. Where these dreams come from, I'll never know. I could keep a dream analyst busy for a lifetime.
When I was a kid, I'd come home from school, take a nap, and have the same reaction. Sometimes Cass does it, too. This whole getting up early thing is for the birds. I know I was an owl in a previous life. Gosh only knows when I'll be able to get back to sleep tonight.
Rafa is playing in Monte Carlo this week. They are 6 hours ahead of us. I've been getting up early to watch him. I have another early morning planned tomorrow. I must get back to sleep!
It'll be another upside down day tomorrow. Thank God it's Friday!!
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Sleep
I'm in need of some good old fashioned rest. No computers, phones, work, TV, nothing! I keep thinking I'm going to find a lull in this fast paced year. I haven't found it yet. Right now my goal is to keep the ship steady until August 25th when I drop her off. That seems a long time to wait, but I know it will be here in a flash. Meanwhile, I'm off to study the backs of my eye lids.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Crazy
It seems the more I get done, the more that needs to be done. I don't feel like I got anything accomplished in the last two days. Then Cassidi came home with her cap and gown picture. SHEW! I haven't cried yet, because I've just kept so busy. Maybe if I keep this hamster wheel feeling going, I'll make it through without a GIANT sized meltdown. Wishful thinking, right?!
Prom is in a week and three days. Most everything is done. Well, the things needing to be done are on the list ready to prod me into action when the time gets here. It's pitiful the lack of memory I have these days.
Graduation is ticking. I keep making baby steps in that direction. A lot of it is that I try to dig through the memories slowly so I don't overload my emotions. Like I said, so far, so good. Maybe I'm a little smarter than I give myself credit for.
Tennis is probably another thing occupying a lot of my mind. They keep shuffling the schedule and messing up my working days. When it's all said and done, I probably won't have any clients left for all the moving of appointments that I've been doing. Hopefully they will understand my crazy life between now and the end of August. Maybe one of these days my life will be my own again.
Prom is in a week and three days. Most everything is done. Well, the things needing to be done are on the list ready to prod me into action when the time gets here. It's pitiful the lack of memory I have these days.
Graduation is ticking. I keep making baby steps in that direction. A lot of it is that I try to dig through the memories slowly so I don't overload my emotions. Like I said, so far, so good. Maybe I'm a little smarter than I give myself credit for.
Tennis is probably another thing occupying a lot of my mind. They keep shuffling the schedule and messing up my working days. When it's all said and done, I probably won't have any clients left for all the moving of appointments that I've been doing. Hopefully they will understand my crazy life between now and the end of August. Maybe one of these days my life will be my own again.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Numb
With the events of today, my heart is just numb. Our country is nothing but a war zone it seems. Over and over when I turn on the TV or look at the news online, there is some tragic event to shock and awe. I can't wrap my head around it, let alone my heart.
The news coverage is reminiscent of the TV shows and movies we watch. When it's entertainment, we don't even seem to flinch. When we have to accept an innocent 8 year old boy was killed from this bomb, along with two others so far, we can't continue to turn a blind eye.
There is an irony that keeps running through my head that the news hasn't mentioned. Boston is the place where the American Revolution began. Based on who did this cowardly act and what their intentions were, that could bear some significance. But who knows. Trying to make sense out of any of this chaos is fruitless.
Having visited Boston almost two years ago and loving every minute of it, I'm saddened by the events of today. Having been there makes it more personal for me. I have said and will continue to say even more prayers as the days go by. Not just for those impacted by this horrible tragedy, but for our country. God is trying to get our attention. We need to wake up before it's too late.
The news coverage is reminiscent of the TV shows and movies we watch. When it's entertainment, we don't even seem to flinch. When we have to accept an innocent 8 year old boy was killed from this bomb, along with two others so far, we can't continue to turn a blind eye.
There is an irony that keeps running through my head that the news hasn't mentioned. Boston is the place where the American Revolution began. Based on who did this cowardly act and what their intentions were, that could bear some significance. But who knows. Trying to make sense out of any of this chaos is fruitless.
Having visited Boston almost two years ago and loving every minute of it, I'm saddened by the events of today. Having been there makes it more personal for me. I have said and will continue to say even more prayers as the days go by. Not just for those impacted by this horrible tragedy, but for our country. God is trying to get our attention. We need to wake up before it's too late.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Surprises
I'm not a big fan of surprises. I'm mostly about knowing things ahead of time and preparing for them. I like to think I'm in control and have things covered. It's all an illusion when you sit down and think about it. Things change in a blink of an eye.
Surprises can be good or bad. Today we got one that was a little of both. Tony thought our bunnies had had babies. Sure enough when we looked, we found seven in the box. They are adorable. But. There is always a but at this house. We don't have room for seven bunnies. And keeping them separate to avoid more bunnies is the challenge.
Cassidi has gotten on the mission to find homes for them. So far, she has found one for two when they're ready. They are pretty daggone big. We think they are at least 3 weeks old. It's hard to believe we haven't seen them before today.
They are adorable. Four are solid white, two are white with gray tipped ears and a steak of gray down their backs, and the last one got all the color the rest of them are missing. They are funny to watch. They mostly stay curled up in balls snuggled up to each other. So cute.
We're not sure what will happen with them. Cass wants to keep the Mom and one of the babies. We're looking for homes for all the rest. After looking online, we found out the Mom can reproduce immediately. We need to get them separated pronto! Hopefully we can avoid any more bunny surprises at our house.
Surprises can be good or bad. Today we got one that was a little of both. Tony thought our bunnies had had babies. Sure enough when we looked, we found seven in the box. They are adorable. But. There is always a but at this house. We don't have room for seven bunnies. And keeping them separate to avoid more bunnies is the challenge.
Cassidi has gotten on the mission to find homes for them. So far, she has found one for two when they're ready. They are pretty daggone big. We think they are at least 3 weeks old. It's hard to believe we haven't seen them before today.
They are adorable. Four are solid white, two are white with gray tipped ears and a steak of gray down their backs, and the last one got all the color the rest of them are missing. They are funny to watch. They mostly stay curled up in balls snuggled up to each other. So cute.
We're not sure what will happen with them. Cass wants to keep the Mom and one of the babies. We're looking for homes for all the rest. After looking online, we found out the Mom can reproduce immediately. We need to get them separated pronto! Hopefully we can avoid any more bunny surprises at our house.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Miracles
Miracles happen every day all over the world. Today, we had one happen in our life. We are not naive enough to think it was luck. We know God and guardian angels were watching.
A good friend of Cassidi's went to Burke's Garden to a community clean up event that his Mom used to organize. We love Taylor and she is beautiful both inside and out. The event actually got cancelled at the last minute Friday after we had already planned for them to go. They went ahead and followed through with their plans to stay the night and do what they could to clean up on their own. It went well.
The day was gorgeous and afterwards the girls decided to take the four wheelers out for a spin. Tony had taken them up with him this time to try and sell. We have had them for years and have used rarely them. They are a lot of fun, but extremely dangerous. Of course his last words before they left were to take it slow and easy and to be careful.
I think they were out for about an hour. They realized they needed to head back a little too late to be on time. Not wanting to be late, Cassidi was driving faster than she should have been. Taylor hadn't ridden too many times and Cass has been riding some sort of vehicle since birth. That combination is never good. One is over confident and the other hesitant.
On a straight stretch along the way home, something happened. Taylor somehow lost control. Fortunately she had the wits about her to jump off. But the 4 wheeler went over the edge of the road. It flipped head over tail down the ravine and landed on a big tree.
What made her lose contol? What made her jump? How did it happen on a straight stretch when they had been on curvy roads? All the questions that run through your head have run through all of ours. But bottom line, none of the answers matter.
Taylor is safe with just a couple of bumps and bruises. The two of them had quite a while to contemplate what had happened while they waited on Tony to come get them. Once they figured out she wasn't badly hurt, as to be expected, they were worried about the reaction to the loss of the 4 wheeler. Worry grew within each of them.
There are lessons in life in everything that we experience. I'm choosing to see the positives that came from this one. First and foremost, Taylor is still drawing breath. Metal, rubber, and chrome are replaceable. Taylor is not. Second, these girls are about to face a lot of opportunities for decisions in the next few weeks. Prom, graduation, and senior week are upon us. I feel this happened to remind them they are not all knowing or invincible. That even though they think they are in control, they are not. And finally, it lets them know there are forces outside this world directing their path. They should never underestimate the power of guardian angels.
The thought of either one of them getting hurts haunts us from this experience. But we can only trust that they will learn from this and carry it forward with them. Thank you God and guardian angles for watching over them. And thank you for giving them another opportunity to grow to face another day.
A good friend of Cassidi's went to Burke's Garden to a community clean up event that his Mom used to organize. We love Taylor and she is beautiful both inside and out. The event actually got cancelled at the last minute Friday after we had already planned for them to go. They went ahead and followed through with their plans to stay the night and do what they could to clean up on their own. It went well.
The day was gorgeous and afterwards the girls decided to take the four wheelers out for a spin. Tony had taken them up with him this time to try and sell. We have had them for years and have used rarely them. They are a lot of fun, but extremely dangerous. Of course his last words before they left were to take it slow and easy and to be careful.
I think they were out for about an hour. They realized they needed to head back a little too late to be on time. Not wanting to be late, Cassidi was driving faster than she should have been. Taylor hadn't ridden too many times and Cass has been riding some sort of vehicle since birth. That combination is never good. One is over confident and the other hesitant.
On a straight stretch along the way home, something happened. Taylor somehow lost control. Fortunately she had the wits about her to jump off. But the 4 wheeler went over the edge of the road. It flipped head over tail down the ravine and landed on a big tree.
What made her lose contol? What made her jump? How did it happen on a straight stretch when they had been on curvy roads? All the questions that run through your head have run through all of ours. But bottom line, none of the answers matter.
Taylor is safe with just a couple of bumps and bruises. The two of them had quite a while to contemplate what had happened while they waited on Tony to come get them. Once they figured out she wasn't badly hurt, as to be expected, they were worried about the reaction to the loss of the 4 wheeler. Worry grew within each of them.
There are lessons in life in everything that we experience. I'm choosing to see the positives that came from this one. First and foremost, Taylor is still drawing breath. Metal, rubber, and chrome are replaceable. Taylor is not. Second, these girls are about to face a lot of opportunities for decisions in the next few weeks. Prom, graduation, and senior week are upon us. I feel this happened to remind them they are not all knowing or invincible. That even though they think they are in control, they are not. And finally, it lets them know there are forces outside this world directing their path. They should never underestimate the power of guardian angels.
The thought of either one of them getting hurts haunts us from this experience. But we can only trust that they will learn from this and carry it forward with them. Thank you God and guardian angles for watching over them. And thank you for giving them another opportunity to grow to face another day.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Irritated
I wish I wouldn't let people irritate me so much. I expect too much from the human race. If I could just not have any expectations and live the same way they do, I'd be just fine. If I could only sleep at night when I don't give my level best at everything I do, all would be well. If I could only play the role of victim and let others do for me, the world would be easier to live in as it's full of victims.
Does anyone accept accountability for their own actions anymore? Does anyone commit to something and see it through even when it gets painful? Does anyone do for others because it's the right thing to do vs expecting something in return?
I know there are good people out there. I just ran in to less of them than the crummy ones today. I hope tomorrow is different!
Does anyone accept accountability for their own actions anymore? Does anyone commit to something and see it through even when it gets painful? Does anyone do for others because it's the right thing to do vs expecting something in return?
I know there are good people out there. I just ran in to less of them than the crummy ones today. I hope tomorrow is different!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Independence
I've always been a "I can do it myself" kind of girl. I drove my Mom crazy I know by insisting on making my own way, and thus, my own mistakes. I've raised both my girls to be just as independent. And now they're driving me crazy!
Because Cassidi is so much like me, she's a lot easier to read. Jennifer on the other hand, is a piece of work. The majority of the time I understand her, but she doesn't want to be understood. She wants to be a unique individual. I think sometimes she changes her mind as soon as I state my opinion on something related to her just so I won't be right. Stubbornness is another trait that goes along with being independent!
Today I was thinking about Jennifer and the roads she has traveled. When she finished college, she hopped a plane to Utah for a job interview with a one way ticket and a week's worth of clothes in a back pack. She had no idea who she was meeting or where they were taking her. It all worked out well, but gosh knows she gave me a lot of gray hair while she was out there.
She's lived in two separate places since she's moved back to the East coast. She manages to meet people and build a life amongst strangers. Sometimes she struggles with meeting people, but for the most part she manages just fine. She's the more social of the two, and I dare to say that she could live anywhere and find a way to fit in.
Cassidi on the other hand is more of a hermit. She barely tolerates large groups of people and draws inward when faced with meeting someone new. She did great when we moved up here, but struggled at times. Sometimes I worry how college will go for her, but I keep reminding myself that she's adaptable and will be just fine.
I'm proud of the independence my girls have learned and shown over the years. I'm not going to be here forever, and knowing they can survive on their own gives me a great deal of peace of mind. I guess in that regard, I did my job as Mom fairly well. I hope it's something they will teach their children when the time comes.
Because Cassidi is so much like me, she's a lot easier to read. Jennifer on the other hand, is a piece of work. The majority of the time I understand her, but she doesn't want to be understood. She wants to be a unique individual. I think sometimes she changes her mind as soon as I state my opinion on something related to her just so I won't be right. Stubbornness is another trait that goes along with being independent!
Today I was thinking about Jennifer and the roads she has traveled. When she finished college, she hopped a plane to Utah for a job interview with a one way ticket and a week's worth of clothes in a back pack. She had no idea who she was meeting or where they were taking her. It all worked out well, but gosh knows she gave me a lot of gray hair while she was out there.
She's lived in two separate places since she's moved back to the East coast. She manages to meet people and build a life amongst strangers. Sometimes she struggles with meeting people, but for the most part she manages just fine. She's the more social of the two, and I dare to say that she could live anywhere and find a way to fit in.
Cassidi on the other hand is more of a hermit. She barely tolerates large groups of people and draws inward when faced with meeting someone new. She did great when we moved up here, but struggled at times. Sometimes I worry how college will go for her, but I keep reminding myself that she's adaptable and will be just fine.
I'm proud of the independence my girls have learned and shown over the years. I'm not going to be here forever, and knowing they can survive on their own gives me a great deal of peace of mind. I guess in that regard, I did my job as Mom fairly well. I hope it's something they will teach their children when the time comes.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Pack Rat
I inherited it honestly. My Mom was a terrible pack rat. When she died, we helped Dad straighten things up. We carted off quite a bit of stuff that she had accumulated over the years. We found things that we knew exactly why she had kept them. But then we found things we had no idea why it was there.
Today I started the task of locating things to put in Cassidi's scrap books. In my search, I stumbled upon so many memories. I found funeral announcements of close friends, favorite pictures of the girls, and old love letters in addition to the things I was actually looking for.
This year for our anniversary Tony had gotten me a really cute card of a little boy and girl nose to nose. I told him he had gotten me that picture before, but he didn't believe me. Today I found the evidence. Ironically enough, it was last year's anniversary card. And funnier yet, I found another card with the same picture that was a Mother's Day card from him a while back. So, I told him from now on he had to get me that same card every year. Good thing it's adorable.
I was smiling and laughing as the years rolled passed my eyes. It was so good to reminisce. I did have moments where I got sad, but it was fleeting. And then it happened.
In the pile of cards that I have saved over the years, I found the Mother's Day card Eleanor sent me the year following her initial diagnosis. She had written a sweet note of appreciation for all of the things I had done to help her through the rough times she had faced. Seeing her writing was just as hard as reading the words. My euphoria gave way to sobs as I remembered all over again that's she's gone.
I am glad I keep all these tokens of time. They are wonderful reminders of the corners of my soul. Whether it is happy or sad memories that are evoked, they are part of me and part of life. I'll be a pack rat forever and proud of it!
Today I started the task of locating things to put in Cassidi's scrap books. In my search, I stumbled upon so many memories. I found funeral announcements of close friends, favorite pictures of the girls, and old love letters in addition to the things I was actually looking for.
This year for our anniversary Tony had gotten me a really cute card of a little boy and girl nose to nose. I told him he had gotten me that picture before, but he didn't believe me. Today I found the evidence. Ironically enough, it was last year's anniversary card. And funnier yet, I found another card with the same picture that was a Mother's Day card from him a while back. So, I told him from now on he had to get me that same card every year. Good thing it's adorable.
I was smiling and laughing as the years rolled passed my eyes. It was so good to reminisce. I did have moments where I got sad, but it was fleeting. And then it happened.
In the pile of cards that I have saved over the years, I found the Mother's Day card Eleanor sent me the year following her initial diagnosis. She had written a sweet note of appreciation for all of the things I had done to help her through the rough times she had faced. Seeing her writing was just as hard as reading the words. My euphoria gave way to sobs as I remembered all over again that's she's gone.
I am glad I keep all these tokens of time. They are wonderful reminders of the corners of my soul. Whether it is happy or sad memories that are evoked, they are part of me and part of life. I'll be a pack rat forever and proud of it!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Daffodils
Daffodils have always been my favorite spring flower. Daisies are my favorite summer flower. They both are such happy flowers. I guess most flowers are happy generally speaking.
I call them happy because when you look at them, you can't help but smile. The "trumpet" part of a daffodil is so unique. I try to imagine how God went about forming it. He had a pretty daggone good creative vision. A daffodil is just one of his many beautiful creations.
I'm a bit on the irritable side tonight. I'm trying to combat it with positive thinking. Just writing about a daffodil conjures happy memories. I've picked so many in my life, I can smell them just by thinking of them. Having allergies, I usually sneeze when I get a snout full of their aroma. But that first sniff is so worth it! Such a clean and fresh smell.
Daffodils always signal spring and warm weather. There are so many flowers of the spring that span the color of the rainbow. But the yellow of the daffodil captures the warmth of the sun and represents the season so well. I always look so forward to them each year.
I hope these words have brought a smile to your lips as they have mine. It's amazing the impact we can have on our mind if we just focus it and will it in a specific direction. I hope I dream of fields of flowers tonight. I'm sure I'll wake up sneezing though. :)
I call them happy because when you look at them, you can't help but smile. The "trumpet" part of a daffodil is so unique. I try to imagine how God went about forming it. He had a pretty daggone good creative vision. A daffodil is just one of his many beautiful creations.
I'm a bit on the irritable side tonight. I'm trying to combat it with positive thinking. Just writing about a daffodil conjures happy memories. I've picked so many in my life, I can smell them just by thinking of them. Having allergies, I usually sneeze when I get a snout full of their aroma. But that first sniff is so worth it! Such a clean and fresh smell.
Daffodils always signal spring and warm weather. There are so many flowers of the spring that span the color of the rainbow. But the yellow of the daffodil captures the warmth of the sun and represents the season so well. I always look so forward to them each year.
I hope these words have brought a smile to your lips as they have mine. It's amazing the impact we can have on our mind if we just focus it and will it in a specific direction. I hope I dream of fields of flowers tonight. I'm sure I'll wake up sneezing though. :)
Monday, April 8, 2013
Moments
Some moments are big. Some moments are small. But finding a way to appreciate each is extremely important.
This year has been the biggest of Cassidi's life thus far. Senior year tends to be that way. Having already been through it with Jennifer has taught me to savor every last second. For me, it's also compounded by the fact she's the last one to leave the nest.
I've started working on her scrap books. I have three I'm doing. I've been collecting stuff for years to go in them.
There is the sports book. What an amazing ride her basketball team had last year. That will provide moments to review for years to come for all of us. And then this year she's playing tennis for the first time and having some success. Softball was way back in 8th grade on the JV team. With her going to UVA, I can still cheer GO CAVS! I'll just be dressed in blue and orange vs blue and white.
Another book will be on her entire school years. From the note her first grade teacher sent us that resulted in her first grounding, to her second place finish in Accelerated Reading in 7th grade, to her 7th grade school suspension for "pantsing", to nerd camp in 10th and 11th grade, to valedictorian. I have collected so much stuff through the years, I hope it will all fit in there.
The last book is something I've been working on each day this school year. It's titled "A Year of Lasts". It is a daily journal where I take her picture every day and then write a blurb about what happens for the day. It includes my thoughts, of course, but it also documents all the things she's been involved in. She has done a great job of seizing the day this year.
But some of the moments I'll remember the most from this year are Monday night home cooked dinners, The Voice Monday and Tuesdays, the first time she scorched me on the tennis court, and the rare occasions where she opened up and talked about things going on at school and in life. The little moments. They're irreplaceable!
This year has been the biggest of Cassidi's life thus far. Senior year tends to be that way. Having already been through it with Jennifer has taught me to savor every last second. For me, it's also compounded by the fact she's the last one to leave the nest.
I've started working on her scrap books. I have three I'm doing. I've been collecting stuff for years to go in them.
There is the sports book. What an amazing ride her basketball team had last year. That will provide moments to review for years to come for all of us. And then this year she's playing tennis for the first time and having some success. Softball was way back in 8th grade on the JV team. With her going to UVA, I can still cheer GO CAVS! I'll just be dressed in blue and orange vs blue and white.
Another book will be on her entire school years. From the note her first grade teacher sent us that resulted in her first grounding, to her second place finish in Accelerated Reading in 7th grade, to her 7th grade school suspension for "pantsing", to nerd camp in 10th and 11th grade, to valedictorian. I have collected so much stuff through the years, I hope it will all fit in there.
The last book is something I've been working on each day this school year. It's titled "A Year of Lasts". It is a daily journal where I take her picture every day and then write a blurb about what happens for the day. It includes my thoughts, of course, but it also documents all the things she's been involved in. She has done a great job of seizing the day this year.
But some of the moments I'll remember the most from this year are Monday night home cooked dinners, The Voice Monday and Tuesdays, the first time she scorched me on the tennis court, and the rare occasions where she opened up and talked about things going on at school and in life. The little moments. They're irreplaceable!
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Sunshine
Today was a beautiful day. It was great to get out in the open air and breath. Cassidi and I played tennis for a couple of hours. She has now progressed to the point of being better than me. She whipped up on me pretty good today.
That's not really a great feat, as I haven't played in years. But for a person that didn't like the sport and had never picked up a racquet before a month ago, I'd say its' pretty amazing. We now spend most of our time on technique and positioning. If only she had been playing the last four years. But again, this is a "just for fun" sport. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
When we got home, I didn't want to come inside. Tony and I cleaned up my car and enjoyed the warmth a bit more. I hope I don't jinx the weather forecast that is calling for a gorgeous week. I'm going to try and spend quite a bit of time outside this week if possible. I have a lot of projects to get accomplished, but maybe I can steal a few minutes here and there.
I'm ready for spring, for warmth. I sure hope Mother Nature is ready to stick with this nice weather. Sunshine is a GREAT thing!
That's not really a great feat, as I haven't played in years. But for a person that didn't like the sport and had never picked up a racquet before a month ago, I'd say its' pretty amazing. We now spend most of our time on technique and positioning. If only she had been playing the last four years. But again, this is a "just for fun" sport. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
When we got home, I didn't want to come inside. Tony and I cleaned up my car and enjoyed the warmth a bit more. I hope I don't jinx the weather forecast that is calling for a gorgeous week. I'm going to try and spend quite a bit of time outside this week if possible. I have a lot of projects to get accomplished, but maybe I can steal a few minutes here and there.
I'm ready for spring, for warmth. I sure hope Mother Nature is ready to stick with this nice weather. Sunshine is a GREAT thing!
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Road Trip
Today I was taken hostage against my will by Tony. He had a coat made by his favorite store in Boone where we went to college. They had contacted him recently to let him know it was in. He was just biding his time to catch me off guard to go.
The town has changed considerably since we were there. Today we drove over the road they put in over the place we once lived. It was hard to think that a place we called home at one time is now gone. But that's progress, I guess.
Boone holds so many memories for us. We were so young when we were there. We had no family and knew hardly anyone. Tony has a friend that he made where he worked that he has kept in touch with all these years. His daughter recently had a baby. We got to see her. Adorable.
It's hard to believe that 27 years ago we were in her shoes. Young, newly married, and a sweet baby girl. We never go to Boone that we don't walk down Jennifer's memory lane. She was such an adorable little girl and such a BIG part of our Boone journey.
Going to Boone is like going back to the beginning. Every time. It never fails. That's a road trip I don't mind, even when I have been kidnapped.
The town has changed considerably since we were there. Today we drove over the road they put in over the place we once lived. It was hard to think that a place we called home at one time is now gone. But that's progress, I guess.
Boone holds so many memories for us. We were so young when we were there. We had no family and knew hardly anyone. Tony has a friend that he made where he worked that he has kept in touch with all these years. His daughter recently had a baby. We got to see her. Adorable.
It's hard to believe that 27 years ago we were in her shoes. Young, newly married, and a sweet baby girl. We never go to Boone that we don't walk down Jennifer's memory lane. She was such an adorable little girl and such a BIG part of our Boone journey.
Going to Boone is like going back to the beginning. Every time. It never fails. That's a road trip I don't mind, even when I have been kidnapped.
Friday, April 5, 2013
180 Degrees
To clarify yesterday's post, you have to cut and paste the link in a browser to go to the "old" story I wrote about snow. So, here it is again:
http://mtnangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html
Anyway, while yesterday was April 4th and we got two inches of snow, today was beautiful. I don't know if we reached 60 degrees, but we got close. The sun was shining and you would never have been able to tell what the previous day had held. CRAZY weather.
Cassidi had a rescheduled tennis match that turned into a double header. I unfortunately had to miss it. But Tony got it on tape! She won the first match, but lost the second. She has some bad attitude problems to work out. She didn't beat her racquet on the ground, but body language says a lot. We have some work to do!!
The weekend was supposed to hold a road trip, but I don't know that I'm in the mood. We'll have to see how it goes. My party animal husband is currently passed out again in his recliner. I know if I didn't wake him and shoo him to bed, he'd lay there all night, maybe even all weekend. I just might do it to teach him to fall asleep on me :)
I need an energy boost for sure. I hope to get out in the sun at some point this weekend. That would probably rev my engine a bit. I'm glad it's Friday and I don't work tomorrow. Rest is exactly what I need. And obviously what the snoring cow beside me needs, too!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Snow
In honor of the bizarre weather today, I thought I'd recycle this story. My Mom loved spring and all the flowers. To see my daffodils covered in snow definitely reminds me of her. She'd be very angry at this snowy day today. I'm going to be very angry tomorrow when the snow melt from the roof has demolished my spring flowers.
Love you Mom!!
http://mtnangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html (highlight the link, copy, and then paste into your URL. It will take you to the old story)
Love you Mom!!
http://mtnangel.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html (highlight the link, copy, and then paste into your URL. It will take you to the old story)
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Excitement
Excitement is contagious. When you see someone happy and smiling, you can't help but get all warm and fuzzy inside. I've been known to get a little too excited at times. And many times over nothing much at all. But I'd rather be that girl than the one frowning all the time and in a bad mood.
In my yoga class, I always encouraged my participants to share a smile with someone they meet on the street, in the grocery store, or any old where for that matter. Goodness knows they are free. But these days, you'd think they cost a million dollars the way people hold on to them.
Tony tells me the reason some of the strange (as in weird, not strange as in I don't know them) people I encounter, is due to my inviting smile. I always thought it was the flashing, neon sign on my forehead that reads SUCKER. But I can't complain. I meet a lot of really unique and interesting people along the way.
Tonight's excitement was in the form of Cassidi's very first tennis match of her life. She got "called up", because one of the top six players was out sick. Just getting to watch her play in a match format was exciting enough. But then she went and won the match! I was beyond thrilled.
To say that I get to live vicariously through my kids is an understatement. They have been to and done so many fun things in their lives. I try not to be envious of the opportunities they've been afforded, but sometimes I fail miserably. I would give just about anything to be a kid again and pursue tennis. But of course I'd get to take back with me all the knowledge I have accumulated. Oh the possibilities.
In the mean time, I'll just bask in Cass' glory. We're to have another match tomorrow, but the threat of rain might squash that. And who knows if she'd get to play anyway. I'm not wishing ill will or health on anyone, but I sure love watching her on that tennis court! Tonight I'm wishing for clear skies and a clear path for her to be the #6 seed tomorrow :)
In my yoga class, I always encouraged my participants to share a smile with someone they meet on the street, in the grocery store, or any old where for that matter. Goodness knows they are free. But these days, you'd think they cost a million dollars the way people hold on to them.
Tony tells me the reason some of the strange (as in weird, not strange as in I don't know them) people I encounter, is due to my inviting smile. I always thought it was the flashing, neon sign on my forehead that reads SUCKER. But I can't complain. I meet a lot of really unique and interesting people along the way.
Tonight's excitement was in the form of Cassidi's very first tennis match of her life. She got "called up", because one of the top six players was out sick. Just getting to watch her play in a match format was exciting enough. But then she went and won the match! I was beyond thrilled.
To say that I get to live vicariously through my kids is an understatement. They have been to and done so many fun things in their lives. I try not to be envious of the opportunities they've been afforded, but sometimes I fail miserably. I would give just about anything to be a kid again and pursue tennis. But of course I'd get to take back with me all the knowledge I have accumulated. Oh the possibilities.
In the mean time, I'll just bask in Cass' glory. We're to have another match tomorrow, but the threat of rain might squash that. And who knows if she'd get to play anyway. I'm not wishing ill will or health on anyone, but I sure love watching her on that tennis court! Tonight I'm wishing for clear skies and a clear path for her to be the #6 seed tomorrow :)
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Laughter
There is no medicine like it. If only they could bottle it up and give to people, it could cure most ailments. If I'm having a grumpy mood day, something funny happens and makes me remember my priorities. Laughter truly is priceless.
I have seen laughter in happy and sad times. On her death bed, Eleanor used it to help carry our hearts through the dark valley. I've seen Tony put a smile on our teenage daughters' faces when they hated the world. Seeing a group of people that love each other reminiscing and laughing fills my heart with joy.
It feels good to laugh. A vigorous laughing session has been proven to tighten and strengthen your abs. We also exchange more oxygen in our lungs even though we gasp for breath on more than one occasion. And the psychological relief it provides through diversion is immeasurable.
Tony tries to pull that trick on me frequently. The whole bait and switch game. He gets me fired up about something and then tries to act cute. Sometimes he escapes unscathed, sometimes not so much. But he's pretty good at extracting a smile even in some of my more furious tantrums.
Some laughter can seem inappropriate. But people process in different ways. Many people use it as a way of avoiding - avoiding conflict, avoiding the feelings that are welling up inside their bodies, avoiding the feelings welling up inside others. For others it's a way to hide their nervousness and anxiety. I try really hard not to judge someone that makes a joke in a difficult situation. I never know what is processing in their heart.
My little family tends to turn to laughter in most every situation. Tony is usually the ring leader. Cassidi isn't far behind him. Jennifer's humor is sometimes a little more cynical. You have to be smart to get her digs sometimes. I get labeled the serious one in the family. Meanwhile, most everyone else thinks I'm funny. I guess someone has to keep the circus under control.
I hope each of you finds something to laugh at on a regular basis. If you struggle with that, I recommend watching America's Funniest Home Videos. That show cracks me up every time. I don't know why it's funny to see people do dumb things and injure themselves, but it is. Seriously, if you haven't watched that show lately and you need a good laugh, find it!
As Charlie Chaplain said, "A day without laughter is a day wasted." Make your days on this Earth count. Laugh it up!!
I have seen laughter in happy and sad times. On her death bed, Eleanor used it to help carry our hearts through the dark valley. I've seen Tony put a smile on our teenage daughters' faces when they hated the world. Seeing a group of people that love each other reminiscing and laughing fills my heart with joy.
It feels good to laugh. A vigorous laughing session has been proven to tighten and strengthen your abs. We also exchange more oxygen in our lungs even though we gasp for breath on more than one occasion. And the psychological relief it provides through diversion is immeasurable.
Tony tries to pull that trick on me frequently. The whole bait and switch game. He gets me fired up about something and then tries to act cute. Sometimes he escapes unscathed, sometimes not so much. But he's pretty good at extracting a smile even in some of my more furious tantrums.
Some laughter can seem inappropriate. But people process in different ways. Many people use it as a way of avoiding - avoiding conflict, avoiding the feelings that are welling up inside their bodies, avoiding the feelings welling up inside others. For others it's a way to hide their nervousness and anxiety. I try really hard not to judge someone that makes a joke in a difficult situation. I never know what is processing in their heart.
My little family tends to turn to laughter in most every situation. Tony is usually the ring leader. Cassidi isn't far behind him. Jennifer's humor is sometimes a little more cynical. You have to be smart to get her digs sometimes. I get labeled the serious one in the family. Meanwhile, most everyone else thinks I'm funny. I guess someone has to keep the circus under control.
I hope each of you finds something to laugh at on a regular basis. If you struggle with that, I recommend watching America's Funniest Home Videos. That show cracks me up every time. I don't know why it's funny to see people do dumb things and injure themselves, but it is. Seriously, if you haven't watched that show lately and you need a good laugh, find it!
As Charlie Chaplain said, "A day without laughter is a day wasted." Make your days on this Earth count. Laugh it up!!
Monday, April 1, 2013
Check Marks
No words can describe that feeling when you've been able to accomplish something that seemed impossible. I've found myself behind more than my fair share of 8 balls in my life. Most of them have been self inflicted and very few of them have been life altering. But the experience of having something to do and then doing it provides such pride.
Last week I came to the realization that Cass will be graduating in less than two months. I haven't had my mental melt down over that yet, but the way I decided to avoid it was to get busy. I'm a list maker, because I do so much better seeing things in black and white. Once I have the full range of what's at hand on paper (or in this case my iPad), I can formulate my plan of attack.
And attack I did. In the electronic world I live in, I don't get to have check marks anymore. But I can delete items off the list. And when my list diminishes, I know I've made progress. It's so strange how the simple task of reducing a To Do list can provide such pleasure.
There is still a HUGE amount of work left to do. But I will go to bed tonight knowing I still have it in me to take care of business. I have a feeling I'll be dreaming about lists and seeing BIG check marks!
Last week I came to the realization that Cass will be graduating in less than two months. I haven't had my mental melt down over that yet, but the way I decided to avoid it was to get busy. I'm a list maker, because I do so much better seeing things in black and white. Once I have the full range of what's at hand on paper (or in this case my iPad), I can formulate my plan of attack.
And attack I did. In the electronic world I live in, I don't get to have check marks anymore. But I can delete items off the list. And when my list diminishes, I know I've made progress. It's so strange how the simple task of reducing a To Do list can provide such pleasure.
There is still a HUGE amount of work left to do. But I will go to bed tonight knowing I still have it in me to take care of business. I have a feeling I'll be dreaming about lists and seeing BIG check marks!
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