« September 2007 | Main | November 2007 »
They did it!!!
Another phenomenal season of football, but this time they won it all!!
Congratulations to the Briarcrest 2007 Championship 8th Grade Football team
They showed a hard work ethic, true teamwork, a commitment to excellence and a caring for one another.
I am so proud of them individually and as a team!!!!
Wow!!!
So another year of football has come and gone - but this one will stay in our memories a long time!
Oh how I wish I could provide pictures or even better movies of tonight - it has been a riot!!!
I have two beautiful and well loved Kitty Cats, Bonnie and Picasso who have been most displeased at the new addition to the family. They have pouted and hidden and even ignored wet food to show their suffering at the new member of the family.
Well today was day 3 and either they are beginning to get accustomed to his smell or maybe they are just tired of not eating but they have ventured closer to the new puppy. Their expressions have been eloquent and pained. When he is sound asleep and they stumble upon him you can just see the "please God let it be dead" written all over their faces.
Now I am just trying to be fair and kind to everyone so that in time we can be a nice normal dysfunctional family like everyone else . . .
But Picasso weighs in at 20lbs (most of which is pure muscle covered by tons of fur - he is a Maine Coon) and Bonnie is a dainty 15lbs also long haired.
Did I mention that Boomer is 3lbs?
At one point tonight they have him between them (at least 6 feet away in either direction) and Boomer figures that they are playing. So he rears back in finest puppy fashion, considers his two choices - points his head at Bonnie and BARKS at her - it was hysterical - she ran like the hounds of hell were after her and is still hiding under a chair.
Suddenly Picasso started regarding Boomer with a mixture of mischief and grudging respect because he and Bonnie have never been best buddies. So then Picasso started tracking Boomer and was stalking him when he turned and you hear a loud BARK at Picasso - who calmly looked at him like "Who are you kidding?" The funny thing is that Picasso has realized quickly that Boomer cannot climb stairs and stands up 2-3 stairs and well does the Snoopy Vulture stare.
Boomer is not sure if he is amused or terrified by Picasso.
Picasso is intrigued - not sure if it is playful or a snack type intrigued . . .
Bonnie is still under the chair
I would like to introduce you to a special new member of our family
He weighs in at a walloping 3lbs
But packs a TON of personality and cuteness . . .
BOOMER!!!
(also known as Boomer the Boo Dog)
He will be 8 weeks old on Tuesday
He is a purebred Red Piebald (DPL) Long Hair Miniature Dachshund - AKA a fuzzy weiner dog
(HMMM for some reason it took me 10 minutes to type that last sentence - guess who is awake from his nap and being oh so cute)
Hey everybody should have scintillation in their lives . . .
After a wonderfully productive but mostly frantic week and weekend I was sitting on my screen porch - still am not tired of it - and I noticed a plane - well I assumed it was a plane because I can see lots of them from my back porch - but no this one never moved and I tracked it for over an hour. And I noticed it was twinkling. Then the random thought occurred to me - why do stars twinkle . . .
Such is the miracle of the Internet - there are numerous articles on stellar or astronomical scintillation but I will link to the wikipedia one in case you are curious . . .
Recently I got a comment on my website based on a post I wrote titled Haptephobic, where I discuss my discomfort with being touched by strangers or even unexpectedly. I wrote that post 10 months ago and it was my way of acknowledging my problem and the beginning of my trying to address it. I have gotten more spontaneous and comfortable but that is not what this post is about.
Here is what Bear (who did not leave his email address) wrote
So here is my reply
Dear Bear -
Thank you for your concern and your diagnosis - wow I will look "Fucked up" in the DSM IV and see what wisdom I can glean. I agree that if we could all just let go of our hangups then the world would be a better place. Well no maybe it wouldn't because someone more umm Fucked up than I might find their inability to kill or maim people to be a hangup. I would hate for them to just get over their hangup and go out on a rampage if you know what I mean.
I did get quite a bit of amusement in the picture of me tackling some stranger to the ground and hanging on to them. I believe that is considered assault and I do have to admit to another hangup. I have this uncomfortable dislike of being arrested.
But I appreciate your concern and caring. You do not know me (I am assuming - I do not know anyone in Alaska) but you reached out to touch me through the Internet. Your methodology is simplistic and a bit crude but I do believe your heart was in the right place.
So thank you. And you are right - probably in my own unique way I am fucked up. The cool thing is that now it does not bother me - it just makes me an individual. We all have our hangups, baggage, quirks and likes and dislikes. 10 months ago I was all about fixing all the crap in me that was broken. But what I finally figured out was to like who I was, fucked up or not.
Sincerely
Me :)
I have always said that the hardest part of parenting was loving your child as they are but having to grow them into something different. A child cannot stay stuck in a certain phase of their life, but a parents job is to guide and raise.
I have been searching lots for what is important in life and what I wanted. And then I realized the answer . . .
You have to like your life where you are but want to grow and change and experience new things. It is a journey where you stop and briefly enjoy one place but you know where you are going to be journeying to next. I think I had figured out the second part a long time ago. I knew that I needed to grow and mature, but I totally ignored the enjoying where I was - always focused on the future. In doing so, I lost sight of the present.
I think I have finally gotten much better balanced. I don't write much anymore but it is simply because there is not much to write about. I am loving my life and my children and my friends. My life is full but not cluttered. And I am very content. I know where I am and where I am going.
I do have a noteworthy event. About a year ago I made a goal to learn to parent without yelling. I realized that it was learned behavior for me, not natural. I think I wrote how Patrick pointed out that I was frustrated not angry. So I kept working and listening to myself. And now I can parent without losing my cool. The kids have responded well - they are much easier to parent and I am much better because I never lose sight of what the problem is that I am currently addressing. I am really pleased about conquering that bad habit.
The house is still wonderful - love love love my house. It is more my dream house today then it was a year ago when I saw it and it took my breath away. It is my home now and it is growing and changing too - it is a work in progress and will never be done I hope (another example of something you should like as it is but grow and change)
I took a couple of pictures today - here is my living room
and my sideboard in my living room . . .
I made a yummy dinner tonight and decided to set the table nicely in the breakfast room . . .
You're fucked up.
Seriously, whatever your hangup is - Let it go.
Fuck it, you know?
Do me a favor, and tackle the next person you see... Slam them into the ground and don't let go of them until you feel comfortable enough to hang on.