In Case You're Confused . . .

I just thought I'd write a quick post to clarify. I won't be keeping this blog updated (at least not for a while). Instead I'm joining forces with Bobita on her blog. Please visit us there at bloomingyaya.blogspot.com
Thanks for visiting!

Viva Las Vegas!

I must apologize for not blogging in oh so long. I am currently writing this on my laptop from Las Vegas. The Shrink had a hockey tournament down here (it's an international men's beer league tourney). But before we came here to LV, we were in Seattle for a conference. So, I have been away since last Wedesday. The days leading up to our trip were quite crazy as we had so many things to tie up before we left.

So, I'm just sending out this little message to let you know I'm alive and will come back with more fun stories and yes, of course some pictures.

I'll be home by the 1st of May and will share more gorey details then!

In the meantime, I'll kiss Elvis for you all. As for right now. . . looking for a Bloody Mary!

Viva, Viva, Viva!!!

Tagged!

I've been tagged by Mom-Ma'am-Me.

This tagged thing is new to me - although I have read a few others' who've been tagged. So, hopefully I'm doing this right! Hmmm . . . six things about myself - are they required to be interesting? Ha. I'll do my best!

1. I am thirty-six years old and have lived in approximately the same number of houses so far in my life (this is cheating only slightly since I am including dorm rooms too!) Places I've lived span from Topeka, Kansas to Bangkok, Thailand. No my father is not in the military. I don't believe he has ever smuggled drugs either (we never had enough money for that to be true). I just have a father with a strong entrepreneurial spirit and severe ADHD!

2. The story that Bobita told about Weeky Weeky is only the tip of the iceburg about that fine Spring Break in Mazatlan. "Crazy Chick" was my boyfriend's ex-girlfriend (incidentally that boyfriend is now The Shrink [hubby]). She was my friend from both high-school and college (thus we were on the trip to Mazatlan together). However, on the way home from that blessed trip she squeezed it out of me in a very sneaky way that I had gone out with "Shrink" and kissed him!! Although she'd been broken up with him for a long time she went psycho right then and there. I'm not a man stealer - there's a looong story to be told here another day - very juicy though!

3. My younger sister, "Java YaYa" is 13.5 years younger than me and 15.5 years younger than my other sister "Buddah Biker YaYa". All three of us have the same two parents, and rumour has it that all three of us were accidents.

4. I recently found out (about a year ago) that I follow in Daddy's footprints and have ADD as well. You might notice though, mine's without the "H". What an "Aaahhhhh it's all so clear to me now" moment that was!

5. I am secretly a hippie at heart. I want to live in the country, grow my own food, and live in a straw-bale house. But, I am keeping my dishwaher, washer and dryer, and oh - my martini shaker.

6. I love to write. I've never had anything published - yet - but just love to write. It helps clear the cobwebs from my mind. I find it works best if it's just a plain old spiral notebook and a great pen though!


So that's my story in 6 nutshells. Now I will tag 6 more who are supposed to do the same.

I will tag:
Bobita (with her stylin new locks!)
Oshee
Buddha-Biker YaYa
Java YaYa
Just Another Day
Mommygoth

Cheers!

Celebrations!

Well, this is in celebration of Bobita's birthday. I dialed her up yesterday with lots of good wishes at which time she asked "What all goes into a Cosmo?" Well . . . say no more my friend, there will be cosmos all around to celebrate yours, mine, Shrinks', and whoever else's birthday is anywhere near! And although Bobita does not live close to me, I decided in celebration, I must get a martini shaker.

So I did.

Y'know how on some of those questionaire things you get via email - you're supposed to fill out then send to all of your friends - and then you get it back learning so much you never knew (and really didn't care to know) about your friends? Well, I remember one of those had the question about what your favorite kitchen utensil was. I thought it was a bit of a dangerous question at the time but yesterday I decided - I KNOW THE ANSWER, I KNOW THE ANSWER!! Can I just say I have NO IDEA how I survived without a martini shaker in the past. Favorite kitchen utensil - hands down!!

I made myself a delicious Cosmopolitan and then dialed up Bobita to cheers with her on her big day. She was out enjoying herself (bia-*$# is suppossed to be waiting by the phone for my call!!) so alas I resorted to drinking alone again. But if it must be done? HIGHLY recommend this little number.

(and I promise this is the last post that will contain positive content only b/c it is about alchohol)

Cheers!

Embracing my Nerdhood

Well, it's been 4 days since my last posting - seriously - is that all? Wow, it seems much longer than that. Here's the deal - I got a new computer. Not just any computer, but a mac laptop. I'm loving it so far, but it is a learning curve nonetheless. It seems that everything is taking me a titch longer to do because I have to figure out how it's done on the mac. Some things just can't be done - but other things can be done much, much easier! So, I've been setting up the computer amongst other family committments which has resulted in -blogless days. The Shrink (hubby) is seriously wondering who I've become spending all this time on the computer. Shh, don't tell, but I'm starting to really apppreciate all the things that contributes to that hitch in the computer nerds' giddyup!

I wanted to say though, THANK YOU for all your wonderful comments on my last posting. It truly is amazing for me to "hear" such words of encouragement from people I've never met face to face.

I'm hoping to get in a couple of posts a week at least without neglecting my children. That was starting to happen a bit in the beginning simply because it was so much fun to read others' blogs and leave my deeply provocative insights (ah-hem) on their posts. Especially when I really truly did not want to listen yet again to (read with incessant whiney screech), "Mom, KK just took my Thomas!"

But alas my work is calling I must go for today. More thoughts later. But hey, does anyone have some great "blog in moderation" tips for a newbie who apparently can only either spend all day reading/posting or never entering Blogworld at all!?

Fog of Funkitivity

As you know, I’ve been experiencing a bit of a funk lately. I think I can attribute it to a conglomeration of things – but it’s not like me to be in a funk for more than a day or two. This one seemed like it was prepared to settle in with a good cup of joe and stay a while. I couldn’t figure it out so decided to blog about it a few days ago. And that’s when it all started.

The Fog of Funkitivity began to tinker with the idea of lifting.

Y’see after blogging about my “situation,” I was overwhelmed with the level of genuine concern I felt from other mom(my) bloggers who commented on my post. It seriously brought tears to my eyes to be able to feel their proverbial arms embrace me with compassion. And lend a hand of strength with ideas of how to pull out of my funk with knowingness as if this was something they knew all too well. Even just the feeling of “I hear you sister and I know you’ll get through it,” felt like the first sense if hopefulness I’d experienced in days.

The Fog of Funkitivity slowly started to rise.

The next few days were scattered with a coaching call, having tea with a sister friend in town, and a few chats on the phone with other sister friends. It astounds me how a few conversations with people who you know and trust can help you find that perspective I chatted about a few postings ago. I was trying desperately to shift my perspective by being grateful for what I have and realizing that many would be grateful for much less. What was my problem? My sister friends helped me find that perspective. They took my hand, walked me to the other side of the room and helped me focus on Perspective. It turns out I was looking at it from the wrong angle. They helped me see how seemingly unfortunate events were actually confirmations of intentions I’d set for myself just a few months ago. Whoa.

The Fog of Funkitivity vanished.

Although my situation wasn’t anything hugely traumatic or devastating – it was disturbing in that it truly was starting to hinder my life. I was getting short with my kids, I felt like crying all day, and I lacked a sense of purpose. Yikes.

I learned something on a much deeper and more profound level in this process – all of these women, from those who are across the continent and have never met me, to my sister who has known me since birth, some of these women have children of their own, some have chosen not to – all of these women shared something amazing with me - their strength, support, and wisdom.

The strength and richness of women will never cease to amaze me. When one sister trips – there is a plentitude of hands pulling her back up. Who knew this could happen through something as ethereal as cyberspace?

So in light of recent discussions on abundance, I know this: There are no limits to the amount of strength women have. I am humbled, grateful, and so inspired to use this knowledge and “do something about it!”

Rollin' Down the 30's Hill

I am officially 36 now. Yesterday was my birthday. I woke up to two little cherubs hopping on me saying “Wake up Birthday Princess!” What a beautiful way to start the day. I sure do love those little cherubs - such kissable cheeks and so fun to snuggle with.

Yet . . .

My journal entry just 2 days ago shouted a phrase something like this, "So this is what thirty friggen six is all about?!” It has been a very crazy couple of weeks here. I think ever since the constant-ness of Spring Break hit a few weeks ago, life hasn’t been quite the same.

Today I scanned the classifieds in the paper because I decided I must get out of the house. I decided I need something outside of our house to spend time on that has nothing to do with my kids, my husband, laundry, bills, or dishes. The work that I do at my home office is fun and challenging, but alas, it is here – at home.

I’m having a hard time with this. I am feeling guilt for yearning for days when both my kids are in school all day. I KNOW these times when they are young go fast and are precious. I KNOW without a doubt that if I was in a different situation that I’d miss them terribly and agonize over not being able to spend more time with them. Yet, I still want out – of the house – and . . . I continue to feel like it is wrong for me to feel this way.

I know moms who’ve had the opportunity to stay home and have chosen to work instead. I do not judge that. I respect that choice – it is theirs. But I’m having some difficulty respecting that same choice for myself. Yet it is something I know I have to do. Why is this?

Hmm . . .