The things I meant to do!

I want to post some really awesome "Blubberings" As they call it here, but...I am at a standstill at the moment , on how to condense everything in one whole page.
My emotions and feelings have been on "High Alert" these last few months.
I look at the last 25 years since Melissa was born ....And I wonder; have I done anything worth while in my life besides Have children? And....What have they "really" learned from me? That is a scary thought. As I watched Melissa say "I do" a couple of weeks ago, I thought 'Where did all the time go?' When it seemed like it was going 'so slow' , when my kids were small, in reality it was speeding up and now the next phase of my life is here and I can't change anything that's already happened to shape my children's life's.
I saw a beautiful bride and a beautiful Maid of Honor and a very handsome son and Father all there at Melissa's wedding; and though we were all happy, we were sad too, Because nothing ever stays the same and is always changing and I wanted to yell..Stop! Make it last a while longer. Go back to when you were small so I can teach you all the things that I thought I had time to teach you and didn't.
Now that I have a grand baby on the way I guess I will have to try and slow down this time and really do and teach her all those things I meant to do when Her mother was little.
I guess that is why Grandparents spoil their grand kids....It is a way of undoing or doing all those things we meant to do as Parents!
I can not wait to touch her little head and tell her all the things I "meant to say to my own kids!
My life is changing, so fast, and I am not ready!
But I am anticipating all those things I meant to do!

How Life has changed?

There are days that I wish I could go back in time to where it was simple and easy.
Like when I was about 8 or 9 and wanted nothing more than Grilled Cheese sandwiches and Tomato Soup, that my mom had fixed.
Walking home on a half day (even when it was wintry and cold, knowing I would have my favorite lunch, when I finally made it home.
Simple memories of watching 'Bewitched' at night while my mother ironed,
(of course she was watching too!)
No cares of life and all of it's expectations that would soon come.
My childhood memories are sweet and sincere and so very simple.
How I wish I could bottle them up and let them out when I needed them.
Seemed there were so many of them (memories) and they are fading so fast.
I feel old when I am not really!
I remember when my mother turned 30. I thought that was SO old...
("I would never be "that" old"!)
Now I think....'Oh, to be 30, how I would change things'
But the cold , hard part of reality is that you can't go back and change things.
And if we knew way back when it was simple and uncomplicated that it would get so very complicated and hard , maybe I would have held on to those memories a little harder and longer.
Back in the day when If you did something wrong; no matter what it was, you could say "I'm sorry" and that was enough!
Or when you did something good, the look of your mother and dad's face was all it took to 'make' your day, 'heck even your week!
Back when the thoughts that you had when you first woke up in the morning, was whether to go out and play before breakfast, or watch cartoons.
(of course, cartoons way back then were actually funny, not violent and serious, as they are today)

If we only knew 'then;the importance of "Simple" and "Sweet" and "Happy",
just maybe being a grown up in this life would be a little easier,
"and Simple."

A Friday morning to live in infamy...

How dumb can a person get?
Here it is, and I can not lie...
How is this for brilliant....
I met Megan at the Salon last night to watch while she got her hair done.
(She was coming straight from work)
I drove the 'truck' over from Kyle's baseball game.
When I got there, Kyle called to tell me that He and Joel needed the truck so to bring it back home.... Here is where the confusion in my brain begins....
I drive home thinking' they will drop me back off at the Salon and I can come home with Megan when she is done
But No.....
They decide that they don't need it after all, they will order Pizza instead, and I can drive back by myself.
After sitting there waiting for Megan to be finished, (She was in there a LONG time, and it was really late)
We left....Here comes the stupid person part....I go out to "our" car with Megan, to go get Taco Bell and come home....
Everything is fine, right?
No, I get up this morning to go to work and Joel comes back in from the driveway and says (loudly)
Where the 'Hell' is the truck?
I am thinking..."What? It was stolen? Right from our Driveway?"
Mindlessly looking up the Police phone number and my work to tell them that I won't be there as our Truck has been stolen....
and then it hits me....I left it at the Salon, 'all night" (where it could have actually been stolen)
so.....(as relieved as I was when I finally figured it out, and thanked God for my not being able to find the Police station number to report a stolen vehicle....~sighing loudly~
I proceeded to drive with Megan back to the Salon where it was all night long..
To bring my "lost Truck" home~!
That is the epitome of Dumb Blonde....except I make Brunettes look bad as I am not Blonde.
I am old and senile!

My Sunday February 28th, 2010

And so......
Here I am trying to create a blog and not have anything to say!
For me, that is a rarity!
I will add, that I love it when my extended family comes to visit. (that would be Megan's boyfriend Kent and Kyle's best friend, Matt)
plus...Matt is the "fix it" man and he just put together my new bathroom addition (my space saver)
Kent brought me a homemade Salvadoran quesadilla Which totally rocked!
(Not to be confused with a Mexican quesadilla)
oh....the sound of laughter and swearing as I write, listening to my LOUD children in the background,
Oh the sounds of Home!
I will miss them, someday! HA HA







































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