Sunday, May 29, 2005


Not that I am at liberty to discuss the details, (that shall be for Tuesday, I promise) but today, suffice it to say, I am waiting for my future to be decided.

No, this isn't blog dramatics, just the plain truth. Sigh.

So, anticipating what could be the longest day in my history, I am biding my time by doing laundry, cleaning my closet and making a marathon grocery run later on. Sounds like a fantastic way to spend Memorial Day weekend, doesn't it?

I hope you all are grilling something or playing croquet for me...

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Word Fail

For the first time in 2 1/2 years, I have serious column block.

I have a plethora of topics and a half dozen half started pages, yet none translate into anything worth printing.


This sucks. Especially since the only thing I'm writing about is not writing, and that is the more heinous and more annoying than silence.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Matthew the Genius

M: Mom, get me a Pop-Tart.

Me: Matthew, you can get it yourself. You're just being lazy.

M: No, I'm just being smart.

I cannot argue with this boy.

Monday, May 23, 2005

We're Baaack...

What a trip! Gosh, I missed those people.

The drive was not bad in the least. The kids were excited to see their cousins, so they didn't want to stop every 5 minutes. They were moderately entertained by the car treats I packed, and of course the DVD played Shark Tale on and on and on..

Once we arrived in Nashville, it was like a friend and family reunion. So many people we had not seen in forever--just picked up right where we left off. The kids all got along running for endless buckets of ice in the hotel lobby and playing video games. We spent, ate, drank, and talked way too much, but it was entirely too short of visit.


That's the last of the weddings for our crew. We're hoping to start an annual long weekend vacation next year, which would be fantastic.

Now, it's back to the grind. Tomorrow is the last day of school, so it will be time to recalibrate the daily routine...

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Feeling Groovy

Tomorrow, we leave for our trip to northward to Nashville.

I'm certainly looking forward to it--I'm going to be visiting with some of my favorite people in the world, and it's been a long time since last we were all together.

I'm driving up--of course--you know I wouldn't have it any other way, so I spent today preparing. Cleaning, laundry, packing, errands--the usual stuff of life that must be completed before piling 3 kids into the car and driving hundreds of miles.

But for a couple of well-spent hours, I prepared myself in another way--at the spa.

No fancy sea salt scrubs or herbal wraps this time, but I did indulge in facial and pedicure. It was blissful. I then headed on over to the store to shop alone for a few trip essentials--licorice, crayons and Sarah McLachlan's Afterglow CD. I topped off my solo evening with a sandwich at a restaurant all by my lonesome.

It was a nice, brief respite before all of the togetherness we'll have in the car 12 hours from now.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Sob Story

I cried myself out today.

You know how sometimes, without even realizing it, you build up your tears and promise to spill them at a later time when it's more convenient? It can be for a few minutes or a few years. Well, today I emptied the tank.

I was finishing up, My Sister's Keeper, by Jodi Picoult (excellent read-SD seal of approval) and it just started as a little tear escaping to a full-blown snot fest of heaving sobs. Swollen and red face, mascara in my nose, bloodshot eyes--the works.

I guess you just have to do that every so often to remind yourself you're human.

Thursday, May 12, 2005


Well, I did it. I managed to get both Matthew and Amy inoculated in one miserable, tear-filled, scream fest doctor's visit.

Matthew, whom I was most worried about as he is 5 and can anticipate the pain which makes it worse, was a brave champion. He took the shots in relative stride, and seemed to be more disturbed by the paper gown than the needles in his arm.

Amy, on the other hand, screamed enough for the both of them from the moment we pulled into the driveway until we arrived at Toys-R-Us for the make-up, assuage Mom's guilt expedition.

She has a whole month to recover until the next round.

More Music

A belated public thanks to Lori and Casetta for some contributions to my pathetic music library. I really do love (and listen) to your generous CD's!

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Building A Mystery

After spending most of my life working in the entertainment industry, there are few shows that I haven't seen several times, or that I need to. In fact, I have not specifically asked to see anyone since we've been down here 5 years ago.

Until now.

Sarah McLachlan was amazing last night.

I pulled my spousal strings, and got 10 friends into the suite where we dined on wine and cheese before being completely captivated by the voice and powerful lyrics of this woman. I've always been a fan of her music, her poetry has haunted me specifically during some times of my life, but I was truly in awe last night.

What an incredible Ladies Night to boot.

Do What You Have To Do (One of my favs)
By Sarah McLachlan

What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do
and fate has led you through it
you do what you have to do ...

and I have the sense to recognize that
I don't know how to let you go
every moment marked
with apparitions of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving
trying to escape this desire
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
the yearning to be near you
I do what I have to do
but I have the sense to recognize

that I don't know how
to let you go
I don't know how
to let you go

a glowing ember
burning hot
burning slow
deep within I'm shaken by the violence
of existing for only you

I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
I know I can't be with you
I do what I have to do
and I have sense to recognize but
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go
I don't know how to let you go

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Happy Mother's Day

Despite all of my beautiful handmade gifts and cards (which I truly love), it's a tough day to get through, as I still feel no ownership of this day. There's still a big piece of me that wants to present my handmade gift.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005


After an embarrassingly long hiatus from the dentist, I dragged my lazy ass and the boys to that neglected office. It had been so long in fact, that at the age of 5, this was Matty's first visit.

The bad news was a tougher than expected cleaning and a menacing scolding, but I took it in stride as there was not a single cavity in any Henry mouth! Woot!

I must be doing something right because we've only had fluoridated water for a couple of months.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

May Day

I survived my birthday--nothing like a black-tie affair to commemorate the day.

However, that event paled in comparison to the mysterious pile of stuffed animals and toys that appeared on my front porch, accompanied by an equally curious note--Happy Birthday Tracey! Hope you have a "YOUTHFUL" birthday! You will ALWAYS be relevant to us!!! Love, Your friends!!!!

Thanks, guys. That was awesome.