A friend asks only for your time
and not your money.
Lucky Numbers
10, 43, 22, 2, 26, 23
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-0911
A kind word will keep
someone warm for years.
Lucky Numbers
8, 24, 39, 17, 21, 9
Thursday, September 10, 2015
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-0910
Q. What is K.M.S.?
A. Keep Mouth Shut, the golden rule.
Lucky Numbers
9, 13, 56, 28, 54, 12
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-0909
The greatest pleasure in life is
doing what people say you
cannot do.
Lucky Numbers
36, 35, 25, 51, 34, 18
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
High Bar
Today we began our third week of school. During one quiet moment the boy comment that school was so hard this year. He asked why we cared so much about his progress and how well he was doing on school work. The only words I came up with are these...
I don't know if he will find that reassuring or not, as he stumbles and careens through this first year of middle school. This year of changes and pitfalls, and growth unlike any year before.
But it is the truth.
I do ask a lot of both the boy and the girl, and I do ask that much of myself and more. I always have... and it's likely that I always will.
But I will be there beside them - not to claim ownership of their successes or failures, but to help them when they ask, to cheer them on when they think they cannot go one 'more', to ease the pain of failure when it happens, and to tuck them in at night after a long day of school, studies, and the hard physical work of taekwondo or ballet.
It's hard as a mama to let the boy spread his wings and see how well he can fly, to resist the urge to save him from the bruises and tears of growing up. But for him to be successful, to grow and be all that he dreams, I must.
It's what was asked of me, what I ask of them, and what they one day may ask of theirs.
I ask a lot of you,
only because
I ask that & more of myself.
I don't know if he will find that reassuring or not, as he stumbles and careens through this first year of middle school. This year of changes and pitfalls, and growth unlike any year before.
But it is the truth.
I do ask a lot of both the boy and the girl, and I do ask that much of myself and more. I always have... and it's likely that I always will.
But I will be there beside them - not to claim ownership of their successes or failures, but to help them when they ask, to cheer them on when they think they cannot go one 'more', to ease the pain of failure when it happens, and to tuck them in at night after a long day of school, studies, and the hard physical work of taekwondo or ballet.
It's hard as a mama to let the boy spread his wings and see how well he can fly, to resist the urge to save him from the bruises and tears of growing up. But for him to be successful, to grow and be all that he dreams, I must.
It's what was asked of me, what I ask of them, and what they one day may ask of theirs.
#DailyFortuneCookie 15-0908
You'll advance far
with your abilities.
Lucky Numbers
36, 25, 41, 44, 10, 30
Monday, September 7, 2015
Trains
It’s easy to tell when summer arrives in our little town of River City… It’s not the warm temps, or sun shining down so heavily that you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass. Nor is it the slower pace of life around town once the university students have fled.
No, in our fair town, Summer is also known as “Construction Season”.
Squat Construction Cone Orange barrels, cones and signs sprout up seemingly overnight. They appear with such ferocity and in great numbers - not unlike mushrooms in a picturesque lawn.
The number of trains moving through town has also increased, and the switching yard in town is no longer long enough to accommodate all of the cars that are transported on a daily basis. The tracks cross many of the few roads connecting the northern part of town to the southern so when a train is in the yard, traffic in town rumbles to a halt. For many, many… many frustrating minutes.
Where once you could expect to wait for ten minutes for the train to clear and be on it’s way, now the typical wait time is often in excess of 45 minutes, and there is no way to escape or to avoid it as the there is no published or reliable schedule to rely on.
What with traffic delays due to construction and the unpredictability of the trains one often is either incredibly early, or frustratingly late to appointments, lessons, activities or on this particular day, late to ‘Pick-up’ which ripples into further “Late tos” that leaves one feeling like giving up, going home and falling into bed. Alas, that’s not how we roll in The House of Chaos.
I found myself leaving a team meeting a bit tardy only to find that outside, the day's temperatures were in the low 90’s, and judging from the smell emanating from the car door as I opened it - clearly it was well over three digit temps inside the family truckster.
Another item of note, Kind Readers. Another very important… fact that is important to this story... For some God, Why the Hell me reason, my voice is deeper than most women and it literally carries on the wind. I’ve had friends at sporting events approach me and exclaim that they knew I was in the stadium because they could hear my voice from the other end zone.
Discovering that the one blissfully ConstructionConeOrange free road I've depended on for free flowing travel was now subject to two lane closures and a traffic guide blocking the third lane, I quickly detoured to another less reliable road.
I explain all of this to you kind reader so that you might see the humor in the following moment of Case #472 of Foot-in-mouth.
Approaching a point of no return intersection, the railroad crossing arms began to flash and lower into place, eliminating even the slightest possibilities that I’d arrive at BW’s school within the category of ‘fashionably late.'
No, this was nearly, 'We have to call the authorities for an abandoned child' late meaning that I would receive disapproving glares from all the other moms for the next 6 PTA meetings or other school functions.
That was it.
So it was not without fail that after seeing the long running rows of ConstructionConeOrange construction cones, withstanding the 90+ degrees of the season, and finally this…. this….
Having lost my reliable route to kid school, quick navigation required all of my attention and I forgot about the windows and released the stress of the day to no one by myself.
Pummeling fists down onto the steering wheel I frustrated-scream-chanted the following, a number of times.
As I turned my head to the driver’s window, distracted by the ‘that didn’t sound right’ realization that ‘Yes, the windows Were down.’
Nodding my head and shrinking down into my seat, I winced, wondering how many people heard me, and how many of them did I know. *shit*
The train finished its chores and had gone on its merry way. Over the noise of engines turned on again a distant voice could be heard
Yes, indeeedy.
It’s been a long, hot summer.
For all of us.
No, in our fair town, Summer is also known as “Construction Season”.
Squat Construction Cone Orange barrels, cones and signs sprout up seemingly overnight. They appear with such ferocity and in great numbers - not unlike mushrooms in a picturesque lawn.
The number of trains moving through town has also increased, and the switching yard in town is no longer long enough to accommodate all of the cars that are transported on a daily basis. The tracks cross many of the few roads connecting the northern part of town to the southern so when a train is in the yard, traffic in town rumbles to a halt. For many, many… many frustrating minutes.
Where once you could expect to wait for ten minutes for the train to clear and be on it’s way, now the typical wait time is often in excess of 45 minutes, and there is no way to escape or to avoid it as the there is no published or reliable schedule to rely on.
What with traffic delays due to construction and the unpredictability of the trains one often is either incredibly early, or frustratingly late to appointments, lessons, activities or on this particular day, late to ‘Pick-up’ which ripples into further “Late tos” that leaves one feeling like giving up, going home and falling into bed. Alas, that’s not how we roll in The House of Chaos.
I found myself leaving a team meeting a bit tardy only to find that outside, the day's temperatures were in the low 90’s, and judging from the smell emanating from the car door as I opened it - clearly it was well over three digit temps inside the family truckster.
I explain all of this to you kind reader so that you might see the humor in the following moment of Case #472 of Foot-in-mouth.
No, this was nearly, 'We have to call the authorities for an abandoned child' late meaning that I would receive disapproving glares from all the other moms for the next 6 PTA meetings or other school functions.
That was it.
So it was not without fail that after seeing the long running rows of ConstructionConeOrange construction cones, withstanding the 90+ degrees of the season, and finally this…. this….
Having lost my reliable route to kid school, quick navigation required all of my attention and I forgot about the windows and released the stress of the day to no one by myself.
Pummeling fists down onto the steering wheel I frustrated-scream-chanted the following, a number of times.
"I! HATE! THE! FUCKING! TRAINS!"
As I turned my head to the driver’s window, distracted by the ‘that didn’t sound right’ realization that ‘Yes, the windows Were down.’
Nodding my head and shrinking down into my seat, I winced, wondering how many people heard me, and how many of them did I know. *shit*
The train finished its chores and had gone on its merry way. Over the noise of engines turned on again a distant voice could be heard
“MEEE TOO!!”
Yes, indeeedy.
It’s been a long, hot summer.
For all of us.
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