I was writing an entry about my 8th anniversary (which is today), when Husband ordered me to go to bed and told me to write (and I quote),
"I'm sorry, I'm exhausted and it's time for me to go to bed. I will blog in a couple of days."
There you have it. I'm going to go to bed now, with the snow falling outside on this May evening...just exactly like it did eight years ago on May 11th.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Crazy Thoughts for a Crazy Night
Here is the real reason I have been bad about updating my blog over the past 6 months: I have very little studying to do. It's true. When I was the best about updating my blog was when I had more studying to do than I could even imagine getting through. It was a good diversion. I was at my computer a lot and blogging was a great way of giving myself a creative moment whilst procrastinating. I know this to be true because here I sit today, at my favorite of study spots (you guessed it - Starbucks!) blogging. I am blogging not only to try to redeem myself from my complete ineptitude in keeping this thing up to date, but also to keep from having to start my final paper for my second to final master's class. It's a paper I've been dreading, even though I actually love writing papers; and it's due Thursday. Oh - and did I mention? I haven't started it yet and it's worth 60% of my final grade.
If I were at home I would download the photos from our great week with Stephen's sister and her boys. I will still do that - someday.
Oh how good this tea latte tastes! If only I could be browsing Christmas cookie recipes right now instead of having to think about memory and learning. It's almost ironic, isn't it? Me writing about memory?
Husband thinks I'm losing my mind, and he says it's not just because I'm pregnant. Take last night for instance. I got very little sleep. We're dog sitting for my aunt and uncle and the mutt barked for no reason at 1am, waking me up. At 2am Connor woke up crying because he couldn't find the tissue that he had with him in bed. Upon further inspection we realized it's because said mutt had chewed them all up and spit them out in balls on the end of his bed. Oh - and while he was at it, he ate (and I mean ate - not chewed) Kirby's shoe and Connor's favorite stuffed dog. After the cleanup on aisle 6, I tucked Connor back into bed and fell back asleep. I woke with a start at 2:35am when Husband's phone let out one teeny little beep (I sleep very lightly). Thinking I heard the dog chewing on something again, I got up to discover that all of the lights were out. I then realized that the lights were out in the entire neighborhood. It is both eerie and peaceful to see your daily surroundings completely unlit. Our lives are so filled with noise and light, that it is not until every appliance's digital face goes dark, and every street light is out, that we can see what true darkness and peace really is.
After inspecting the rest of the darkened neighborhood through our windows, I grabbed a flashlight and headed back to bed, where my mind began to churn.
"Why is the whole neighborhood out of power? What's going on? Surely just a car accident knocked out a power line somewhere. But what if it's a terrorist attack and they've knocked out the grid so we are left blind and helpless? It could be a mass crime spree. Maybe someone knocked out the grid so they could disarm a whole neighborhood's alarm systems and move house to house in a Manson-style killing spree. No wait! Maybe they just want to rob us house by house and if we cooperate, we'll be fine. Hmmm...maybe the government took out the grid for reasons that I can't even imagine!"
I went back to sleep, exhaustion finally overcoming my imagination. Then, woke up when the dog started trying to bark again (I say trying because by this time, we had put the bark collar on him) and the resorted to growling. This time I woke up husband and asked him, "All the lights are out in the neighborhood and Koda's barking. Do you think he's trying to tell us something?"
To which he replied, "Lassie! Lassie! Run to the well!"
He humored me by doing a quick once-over of the house, then we went back to sleep. At 4:30 Kirby woke us up screaming that his door was closed (this was to keep the dog from eating anything else) and it was pitch black. As I explained that all the lights in the neighborhood were out, they suddenly kicked back on, re-illuminating the boys' pumpkin lights that wrap around their bunk bed to serve as a night light. "Wow, it's magic!" Kirby exclaimed as Husband and I climbed back into bed.
I'm happy to report that we slept uninterrupted until 8am, but that sleep was hard won. As we kicked around the kitchen, Husband making coffee and I making biscuits and gravy, the punishment began.
"Just what did you think had happened last night? I can't believe you woke me up to ask me if Koda was trying to tell us something!" Husband teased.
When I tried to explain all the scenarios that I had laid in bed imagining, he burst out laughing and proclaimed me a "piece of work". Let's just say he doesn't mean that in the Michaelangelo sort of way either. There was some muttering about "crazy", more laughing, and a hug and kiss.
"Now we know where Connor gets his imagination!" he said. Still, his eyes were twinkling. I love it when his eyes twinkle - especially for me. It's one of the ways I know how loved I am.
If I were at home I would download the photos from our great week with Stephen's sister and her boys. I will still do that - someday.
Oh how good this tea latte tastes! If only I could be browsing Christmas cookie recipes right now instead of having to think about memory and learning. It's almost ironic, isn't it? Me writing about memory?
Husband thinks I'm losing my mind, and he says it's not just because I'm pregnant. Take last night for instance. I got very little sleep. We're dog sitting for my aunt and uncle and the mutt barked for no reason at 1am, waking me up. At 2am Connor woke up crying because he couldn't find the tissue that he had with him in bed. Upon further inspection we realized it's because said mutt had chewed them all up and spit them out in balls on the end of his bed. Oh - and while he was at it, he ate (and I mean ate - not chewed) Kirby's shoe and Connor's favorite stuffed dog. After the cleanup on aisle 6, I tucked Connor back into bed and fell back asleep. I woke with a start at 2:35am when Husband's phone let out one teeny little beep (I sleep very lightly). Thinking I heard the dog chewing on something again, I got up to discover that all of the lights were out. I then realized that the lights were out in the entire neighborhood. It is both eerie and peaceful to see your daily surroundings completely unlit. Our lives are so filled with noise and light, that it is not until every appliance's digital face goes dark, and every street light is out, that we can see what true darkness and peace really is.
After inspecting the rest of the darkened neighborhood through our windows, I grabbed a flashlight and headed back to bed, where my mind began to churn.
"Why is the whole neighborhood out of power? What's going on? Surely just a car accident knocked out a power line somewhere. But what if it's a terrorist attack and they've knocked out the grid so we are left blind and helpless? It could be a mass crime spree. Maybe someone knocked out the grid so they could disarm a whole neighborhood's alarm systems and move house to house in a Manson-style killing spree. No wait! Maybe they just want to rob us house by house and if we cooperate, we'll be fine. Hmmm...maybe the government took out the grid for reasons that I can't even imagine!"
I went back to sleep, exhaustion finally overcoming my imagination. Then, woke up when the dog started trying to bark again (I say trying because by this time, we had put the bark collar on him) and the resorted to growling. This time I woke up husband and asked him, "All the lights are out in the neighborhood and Koda's barking. Do you think he's trying to tell us something?"
To which he replied, "Lassie! Lassie! Run to the well!"
He humored me by doing a quick once-over of the house, then we went back to sleep. At 4:30 Kirby woke us up screaming that his door was closed (this was to keep the dog from eating anything else) and it was pitch black. As I explained that all the lights in the neighborhood were out, they suddenly kicked back on, re-illuminating the boys' pumpkin lights that wrap around their bunk bed to serve as a night light. "Wow, it's magic!" Kirby exclaimed as Husband and I climbed back into bed.
I'm happy to report that we slept uninterrupted until 8am, but that sleep was hard won. As we kicked around the kitchen, Husband making coffee and I making biscuits and gravy, the punishment began.
"Just what did you think had happened last night? I can't believe you woke me up to ask me if Koda was trying to tell us something!" Husband teased.
When I tried to explain all the scenarios that I had laid in bed imagining, he burst out laughing and proclaimed me a "piece of work". Let's just say he doesn't mean that in the Michaelangelo sort of way either. There was some muttering about "crazy", more laughing, and a hug and kiss.
"Now we know where Connor gets his imagination!" he said. Still, his eyes were twinkling. I love it when his eyes twinkle - especially for me. It's one of the ways I know how loved I am.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I Just Don't Get It...
Husband is playing fantasy football for the first time since I've known him (although apparently his life "before Wife" did involve this faux sport). I don't really understand how it works, or why a person would want to play this, but I'm sure it's similar to my desire to blog and read blogs...or something like that. He's always teased me about the fine arts camps I attended in high school. Well, after watching him go through his "draft" tonight, I gotta say...this might be dorkier than band camp!
Then again, I was called out for calling soccer team tryouts "auditions" earlier today. Same thing, isn't it?
Then again, I was called out for calling soccer team tryouts "auditions" earlier today. Same thing, isn't it?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Two Years (Just A Piece of Life's Journey)
It recently dawned on me that I started blogging two years ago this month, at the start of my program. This morning, cup of tea in hand, I pulled that first entry and re-read it. Oh how glad I am to be where I am today! I titled this blog "One Mom's Journey" because I felt a sense of embarking on a journey - heading down a new path. But, at that time, it was hard to imagine the twists and turns that my path would take even in those two years.
I know that I was certain that I would be teaching by now. Who could have foreseen that we would be expecting a new baby? Certainly not me! Reading my first post, it easy to see how much I was grieving for a life that I had loved (staying home with our children). My mom recently pointed out to me, that had I known then that our two years of sacrifice and hard work would be rewarded with this upcoming year - a year which I now think of as "the gift year" - I might have felt much better going in. I was scared and happy, excited and sad (frankly, I was all over the place!). Looking back, it's so easy to see that the Lord has carried us gently down His path. Though it has been a time rife with anxiety, and I cried many tears (and suffered a few meltdowns) there has also been much joy and much personal growth - not just for me, but for the boys and Husband too. And, I can see how our marriage has been strengthened by our need to be a highly evolved team.
I always wondered if the blog title would be appropriate once I finished with school. I can see now that it is. Everyone knows that life itself is a journey. I've learned a lot, but I'll never be done. Actually, I like John Michael Montgomery's way of putting it...
"Life's a dance, learn as you go
sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.
Don't worry about what you don't know.
Life's a dance, learn as you go."
Husband can vouch for how much I like to lead on the dance floor. What I've learned over the past two years is how much of a joy life can be when I stop - and follow.
I know that I was certain that I would be teaching by now. Who could have foreseen that we would be expecting a new baby? Certainly not me! Reading my first post, it easy to see how much I was grieving for a life that I had loved (staying home with our children). My mom recently pointed out to me, that had I known then that our two years of sacrifice and hard work would be rewarded with this upcoming year - a year which I now think of as "the gift year" - I might have felt much better going in. I was scared and happy, excited and sad (frankly, I was all over the place!). Looking back, it's so easy to see that the Lord has carried us gently down His path. Though it has been a time rife with anxiety, and I cried many tears (and suffered a few meltdowns) there has also been much joy and much personal growth - not just for me, but for the boys and Husband too. And, I can see how our marriage has been strengthened by our need to be a highly evolved team.
I always wondered if the blog title would be appropriate once I finished with school. I can see now that it is. Everyone knows that life itself is a journey. I've learned a lot, but I'll never be done. Actually, I like John Michael Montgomery's way of putting it...
"Life's a dance, learn as you go
sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow.
Don't worry about what you don't know.
Life's a dance, learn as you go."
Husband can vouch for how much I like to lead on the dance floor. What I've learned over the past two years is how much of a joy life can be when I stop - and follow.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
"Bazaar" Behavior
This weekend is our church's 87th annual bazaar. Because we're usually on vacation at this time of the year (and we've only been members for about four years), I've never attended it before. I am thoroughly amazed at the shin-dig that all of the volunteers from our parish put on. A parish started by Italian monks, with still a strong Italian contingency and ties to the surrounding farm areas, this church has a ton of history and it knows how to put on a bazaar - with Bingo, rides, food, beverage (and we're Catholic, so we've got the good stuff!), kid and adult games. However, it's Husband's involvement in this year's event that has me even more amazed (and touched, and tickled).
Husband has spent countless hours over the last three days running around the bazaar with an armed escort, pulling money from the booths and taking it to the money counters in the church basement. While this may sound like drudgery, he is absolutely in his element. His is by far the most social job at the event, with him getting to pass by every booth at regular intervals, where he can stop and chat. He also gets to "flirt with the little old ladies who count the money" (his words, not mine). I think the thing that he most enjoys though, is following in his parents' footsteps. They ran his school's festival for many years and I think Husband believes he is fulfilling a family legacy. Whatever it is about it that has him so excited, it's a kick to watch! The thing that is perhaps funniest to me is that he confessed today that he aspires to be like one of the guys he's been working with all weekend, who has been a member of the parish for 30 years and knows absolutely everybody. He said, "Just think, in 30 years I could be like George, walking around saying hi to everyone by name!"
Well, one can dream, can't one?
Husband has spent countless hours over the last three days running around the bazaar with an armed escort, pulling money from the booths and taking it to the money counters in the church basement. While this may sound like drudgery, he is absolutely in his element. His is by far the most social job at the event, with him getting to pass by every booth at regular intervals, where he can stop and chat. He also gets to "flirt with the little old ladies who count the money" (his words, not mine). I think the thing that he most enjoys though, is following in his parents' footsteps. They ran his school's festival for many years and I think Husband believes he is fulfilling a family legacy. Whatever it is about it that has him so excited, it's a kick to watch! The thing that is perhaps funniest to me is that he confessed today that he aspires to be like one of the guys he's been working with all weekend, who has been a member of the parish for 30 years and knows absolutely everybody. He said, "Just think, in 30 years I could be like George, walking around saying hi to everyone by name!"
Well, one can dream, can't one?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Man Down
We've got a man down here at La Casa Federocko. Husband is experiencing a rare bout of illness. It was bound to happen, considering the rest of us have experienced some kind of bug (mostly G.I. - yuck!) in the past week. Still, he's not supposed to get sick. Poor guy has felt miserable for the past 36 hours.
I remember my mom telling me when I was little, and she was sick that "moms aren't supposed to get sick". There's no time for that right? After all, who will pack the lunches, do the laundry, make sure everyone know where to be and when, do the dishes, drop the kids off, plan dinner, go grocery shopping, etc. etc.? The thing is, in our house, Husband is the person doing these things just as often as me. And, he happens to take very good care of his wife, who is kind of a complainer. Even if I'm not whining or complaining, he's the kind of guy who hears the teapot whistling and asks if I want him to bring me my tea. He's kind of the glue around here. I feel really blessed to be able to say that.
Very blessed.
I remember my mom telling me when I was little, and she was sick that "moms aren't supposed to get sick". There's no time for that right? After all, who will pack the lunches, do the laundry, make sure everyone know where to be and when, do the dishes, drop the kids off, plan dinner, go grocery shopping, etc. etc.? The thing is, in our house, Husband is the person doing these things just as often as me. And, he happens to take very good care of his wife, who is kind of a complainer. Even if I'm not whining or complaining, he's the kind of guy who hears the teapot whistling and asks if I want him to bring me my tea. He's kind of the glue around here. I feel really blessed to be able to say that.
Very blessed.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Raging Storms
As I was shopping yesterday, I found spiritual inspiration in the most unlikely of places - the home furnishing department of Gordman's (a discount store). Worn down from a week of juggling student teaching, classes, assignments and sick kids I was walking past and just happened to look up in time to see a wall hanging that said:
Sometimes God calms the raging storm.
Other times he lets the storm rage...
And calms the child.
Oh how the storm has been raging for the past week! But you know what? It's interesting to look back and see the ways that God will calm his children. He sent me a mom who has given quite a bit of her time to taking care of our sick kids. He gave me a husband who rearranged his schedule to be home with the boys part of the time; who cooked, cleaned and landscaped his little hiney off for the past week. He sent me to a school where the people I work with are flexible, caring and supportive of me taking time off to be with sick kiddos, and He's sending us Stephen's parents at the end of the week, to give us a change in pace and some fun.
And did I mention the two fabulous souls we were fortunate enough to have for our first Spring dinner party? My cousin Bunny and my dear friend Shayne - two peas in a pod, though they had never met. Thanks to their flu shots, we actually got to have some company here in the sick den, and we had a wonderful time Saturday night. Want more good news? Kirby has pneumonia. That's right, it's good news because it's treatable with an antibiotic. We're on the mend in this house!
Sometimes God calms the raging storm.
Other times he lets the storm rage...
And calms the child.
Oh how the storm has been raging for the past week! But you know what? It's interesting to look back and see the ways that God will calm his children. He sent me a mom who has given quite a bit of her time to taking care of our sick kids. He gave me a husband who rearranged his schedule to be home with the boys part of the time; who cooked, cleaned and landscaped his little hiney off for the past week. He sent me to a school where the people I work with are flexible, caring and supportive of me taking time off to be with sick kiddos, and He's sending us Stephen's parents at the end of the week, to give us a change in pace and some fun.
And did I mention the two fabulous souls we were fortunate enough to have for our first Spring dinner party? My cousin Bunny and my dear friend Shayne - two peas in a pod, though they had never met. Thanks to their flu shots, we actually got to have some company here in the sick den, and we had a wonderful time Saturday night. Want more good news? Kirby has pneumonia. That's right, it's good news because it's treatable with an antibiotic. We're on the mend in this house!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
What If...
What if we had nowhere important to be on a Saturday?
What if we could enjoy a cocktail on a sunny patio in the middle of the day (in December!)?
What if we could split a cheeseburger and enjoy a conversation without being interrupted?
What if we could stroll through a hip neighborhood, stopping whenever we felt like it?
What if we could afford to shop at Whole Foods all the time?
What if we could walk hand in hand in the late afternoon sipping lattes?
While Husband and I enjoyed all of the above activities yesterday, our good friend, "Auntie" Beth was baking, decorating, and delivering Christmas cookies with the boys. They had a great - but exhausting day. And we had a fun and relaxing day with no demands. As we walked back to the car after our day out together, I asked Husband, "Do you think this is what it's like -"
"- to be DINKS?" he finished my sentence.
"Yeah", I replied.
"Yeah, I do" He responded.
We laughed at the fact that we had been thinking the same thing at the same time. Of course, I realize we were romanticizing the whole thing, but it was fun to play "DINK" (double-income-no-kids) for the day (the grass always looks greener, doesn't it?). We agreed that we wouldn't trade where we are right now for anything. I guess that's the key to happiness...loving where you are, when you're there, no matter what that may look like at the time.
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