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The Curse of Nathan

Posted: January 24, 2014 in curses, family, Grown kids, humor, love

Oh, where do I start?  I love that my home is back to normal, laughing, wrestling, chasing…we are grown ups, we are allowed to run in the house now, just not with scissors.  haha  We have had laughs and conflicts that were quickly resolved with love and hugs.  And a bit of excitement.

I decided I wanted a job at a specific place…two weeks ago.  So I went in on a Friday and got an application, filled it out and they said they would call me on Monday.  They didn’t so I went up there.  Turned out the manager took off that week, unexpectedly.  They said she would be back the following Monday.  So I went back the next Monday.  She said she had just gotten back and they had a shipment she was dealing with and that she would look at my app and call me back on Tuesday.  She didn’t call.  So I went back on Wednesday.  She lost my app and had me fill out another then took me in her office and interviewed me and I start next week!

Another day, my son in law came to me and said he and my son have decided that the reason we have a ghost in our house and we all got so sick was due to a curse that Nathan put on us.  If you remember, Nathan was the stranger who walked into our house on New Years around 2 am and used our bathroom.  He was a stranger and was promptly escorted out of the house with my son in law cussing at him and holding a gun.  So now they are convinced Nathan has hexed our home.  They do make me giggle a lot.

Alright, that is enough for now.  Rather short and sweet this week.  You’re welcome.  haha

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x

And don’t forget to check out my daughter’s blog:


As you all know, the last two weeks have been very trying with this house filled to the brim with sickness.  The only sounds, for days, were coughs and vomiting.  But things are back to normal now and I am so grateful.

This week has been slow as we were all gaining our strength back.  I did go out and get applications for employment from a dozen places or so.  Some were hiring, some were not, but all say you can fill out an application and they will put them on file.  Who knows if they really do, but I will give it a go.  Really, I want to be a cashier.  No quotas, no pressure sales, no keeping up with food orders, just cashiering.  I need a part time job so I can keep writing my novel.

Speaking of my novel.  I am almost to the halfway mark.  And I put off a scene for the last few days, due to the nature of the scene.  The first day I tried to write it, I ended up putting finding a thousand other things that needed doing.  You see, I bought the coolest fold up table and chair set from and I will post a picture of them folded and one of them opened up.  Anyway, The word procrastinate has a ‘pro’ at the beginning for a reason. Seems I am one when it comes to procrastination. So, a couple hours ago I sat at my new table with my new chair to start writing. As I sat there I noticed the carpet could sure use some vacuuming, so I got up and started to put stuff from the floor to the bed. But then I thought, “I was sick for the last couple weeks, I really should wash my bedding.” So I stripped my bed and put it in the washer. While in the utility room I thought, “I should probably go ahead and wash my clothes while I am at it.” So I came back in the bedroom and into the closet to get the hamper. I took it to the utility room but came back to clean up the closet. I had packages in there I still need to mail for Christmas and they needed to be wrapped. So I wrapped them. And yes, I still need to mail them…again…PROcrastinator. Well after all that, I finally put stuff on the bed and vacuumed. After the floor looked so nice, I noticed the furniture needed dusting. So I dusted it and then I thought, “I need to take pictures of the table and chair, but I need to fold them first and take a pic like that.” But I couldn’t figure out how to do it. So I had to look for the directions. I found them and got it all folded and took pics and put them back together and took more pics and then I got my room put back together. Now I am plum wore out so I am resting and telling you all why I haven’t written yet. It’s because I am a pro.  So, last night I decided the scene must be done, no matter how painful.  One of my favorite child characters had to die.  It was the hardest scene I have written yet.  I cried so hard, I had trouble seeing the screen to finish.  I also listen to classical music when I write and to top off the moment, My Heart Will Go On came on Pandora and played throughout the whole end of the scene.  I was a blubbering mess who had to go get a hug from my daughter.  I was so glad she was still up.

Now as far as things getting back to normal.  I decided I needed to make some gluten free pancakes at 11:30pm.  So I was in the kitchen cooking when the kids wandered in, one by one.  At one point, my son was trying to show us all something on his phone and my son in law came in with pigtails in his hair.  He ended up chasing my son’s fiance around the island, them bumping me as I cooked and my daughter was singing How Much Is That Doggy in the Window to her dog, Cyanide.  It made me smile to see things were back to normal in our home.  I love these kids with all my heart.

And things are progressing nicely with my new friend.  He is a gem and makes me curious to see where things will go.

Okay, that’s enough for now.  Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x

Don’t forget to check out my son’s fiance’s blog.

And my daughter’s blog.



I had so much fun Monday night it was ridiculous.  We will be going out again soon.  One of my sweetest friends in the whole wide world called me Sunday night to see if I was free on Monday.  He has scored some tickets to a Cirque du Soleil type show and wanted to take me.  I said I was available and on Monday I sent him a text and asked him, “What are you wearing tonight?”  He called and asked, “What?”  So I said again, “What are you wearing?”  He said, “Lacey panties…..what are YOU wearing?”  I laughed and he said, “Jeans and a tshirt.”  haha   So it was casual.  He came and got me and we had a wonderful time.  When we left, we walked to his apartment.  He lives in the building I wanted to live in, back before I moved to Delaware.  And I was right…it was perfect for me.  I am so jealous.  He has wall to wall canvases of his artwork.  We discussed each piece.  I would ask question after question.  And I saw this one piece that was SO beautiful.  I just fell in love with it.  And he gave it to me.  I will attach a picture of it.  After we left his place, we walked across the street to his favorite bar, so he could get some matches.  And as you walk through the bar, you see original artwork all over the walls.  It’s a bar for artists!  It was amazing!

So I was carrying my piece of art and we were walking through old downtown and I saw the park and the beautiful Christmas lights.  He asked if I would like to go for a walk through the park and he reached over and wove his fingers between mine.  So we walked hand in hand looking at the beautiful lights.  After that he brought me home and came in.  He took off a shoe and sock and hung a sock on my door to freak out my kids.  I am always telling them that if they see a sock on the door that means stay out because I will have a man in my room.  He knew they would laugh.  We have known each other for six years and as he puts it, I do not have the right equipment for his interests.  My kids know this.  So he laid on my bed and I showed him my own artwork.  We talked about the books we are writing and the people we plan to go out with.  Then he needed to go and he began to undress.  I giggled and said, “oooooo What are we doing now?”  He said, I wanna freak out your kids again.  So half undressed we walked out of my room and my daughter saw us and he said, “Damn, your mom is good.”  And I said, “I almost have him batting for the other team.”  She laughed and laughed and said, “You two are not right.”  So he got dressed and hugged me and kissed me and told me he loves me.  We will be doing this again soon and I can’t wait!

I also had a night with my son’s fiance.  She has been a little stressed since she lost her mom, this past summer.  And her sister is getting married this weekend and his fiance is the maid of honor.  She is also filling in for their mom, doing all the things mom would normally be doing.  So we had a night with just the two of us.  He had hot wings and fries…totally blowing our healthy eating choices and put on Brothers Grimm.  We didn’t really see much of the movie, as we were talking the whole time.  She was so precious.  She wouldn’t let anyone come in the room with us.  My son in law came in and looked at the t.v.  She glared at him and then he looked at her…She said, “It’s my night with Madre.  Go away!”  He slowly eased out of the room.  I giggled.  She seemed a lot less stressed by the end of the evening and that really made me happy.  I just love her so much.

My daughter wanted an Elf on a Shelf, so I got her one.  My son’s fiance detests them and says they are creepy.  So my daughter would place the elf in areas where my son’s fiance would find them and freak out.  My daughter always had the elf holding a sign that said DIE and a knife in his hands.  I would see the elf all over the house and shake my head and smile.  Every time my son’s fiance would find the elf, she would remove the knife and hide him.  Then my daughter would search the house and find him and place him again.  This went on for day and was very entertaining to watch.

Christmas was amazing this year.  I have been away from my children on Christmas morning for the last four years.  I woke up to the sounds of the kids exciting announcing it was Christmas morning, outside my door.  Then they came in and got me.  When I got to the living room, the lights were on the tree, the presents in piles by person, Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song” playing on the big screen t.v. and my son had a place picked out, on the other side of him on the couch.  I watched as the kids opened their presents from each other and me.  It was so fun, my son’s fiance was in charge of everything.  She would say when we could open a gift, because she wanted to watch everyones reaction and see what all they got, my son in law teased her about being bossy, my daughter was half asleep and my son was just so happy, he is much like me in these instances.  My heart was so full, I thought it would burst.  I got some wonderful gifts, but I would have been happy with just being there, in that moment.

And the last thing I will be writing about for the week, my date.  I went on a date this week.  Not a friend date, but a real date.  We have known each other since high school.  Neither of us has really changed that much, just older really.  We had a lot to talk about.  He moved to LA a good 8 years ago and has made a name for himself as a voice actor.  So he is familiar with websites, fans, podcasts, marketing and things of that nature.  It was wonderful to pick his brain til two this morning.  We went out to dinner and stayed til they closed, just getting caught up.  Then we decided to go out for coffee.  It was so cold out.  No Starbucks were open after eleven.  So we ended up in a Waffle house.  Interesting thing happened.  It seems I did rip one on our first date…that is…I ripped my one pair of jeans, right up the back.  Luckily, I wore a brown suede vest over my grey top and favorite jeans, with brown boots.  The vest hung mid calf which ended up being a life saver for me.  One of the times we climbed back in the car, my jeans ripped up the back.  My favorite, fifteen year old jeans ripped up the back of my ass.  It was so funny.  We both laughed and laughed and I told him…”See, never a dull moment with me.”  He said, “Your life plays out like a sitcom.”  I said, “You have no idea.”  And we laughed some more.  It was a lovely evening.

And that is it for this week.  As always, it’s been a good one.  I hope you all had a wonderful holiday and have a happy new year.

Until next year.  Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x



Well, this week I did a bad thing.  A very bad thing.  It was not intentional but that is no excuse.  And as best as I can tell, everything is alright, but I still feel like the worst person to ever walk the face of the earth.

My daughter and I were visiting some very lovely friends.  I really do love these people so much.  So there we were, a room full of pretty much adults and one precious little 6 year old girl who was sitting right next me.  In my excitement to see everyone and the fact that I have not been around a small child around the holidays in probably 10 years or more, I did not have my child mind going.  I was in my adult mindset.  Someone said they wondered when Santa was born.  My daughter looked it up on her phone and said 1773.  In my stupidity, I said, “I know where Santa is buried…Ireland.”  They said, no he’s not.  I said, “Yes he is.”  Then you coulda heard a pin drop.  They all looked at the sweet little girl sitting next to me.  She said, “Santa’s not dead.”  I said, “No, he’s not.  I was just kidding.  What did you ask him for this year?”  She said, “A Furby boom.”  I asked what that was.  She looked at me like I was moron and said, “You don’t now what a Furby boom is?!”  The others explained that it is pretty much what the old Furby’s were.  Then everyone went into the other room to work on the Christmas tree and left me alone with the girl.  I asked her what did Santa bring her last year.  She said, “I don’t remember but my Grandma gave me a cuddle buddy.”  I asked what that was.  Again, she looked at me like I was a moron and held her hand up like she was doing a sock puppet.  She said, “It’s a puppet and a blanket.”  Then she slowed her speech down to make sure I understood.  She said, “A blanket, so you can cuddle,” And she did the hand again and said very slowly, “And a puppet…buddy.  A cuddle buddy.”  Then her eyes looked into mine and she raised an eyebrow waiting to see if I understood.  I said,  ”Ohhh, I get it.  A cuddle buddy.”  She smiled.  Then her eyes lit up and she said, “I remember what Santa got me last year!”  I asked what was that.  She looked at me and thought for a minute and said, “It’s too hard to explain to you.  Nevermind.”  And we retreated to the room with all the other people and the tree.  Before we left, she hugged me goodbye.  I honestly think that in her mind, I am just an idiot.  So it’s all good.  Because, well, I am an idiot.  Or I was that day anyway.  I contacted the family to apologize again and was told it didn’t even phase her.  whew.  I got a repeat lesson in think before you speak.

My daughter had a photoshoot to do, out at the park.  She needed to be in some of the pictures though, so I volunteered to take a few for her.  Mine need some serious work, but it got the done.  I will post one of me and daughter from that day.  It was fun.

And one last thing.  I found out that if you are going to have friends over, you have to warn everyone else in the house in advance.  You don’t want to be sitting there in your pajamas, with cold cream on your face and watching tv when company comes over.  The son in law forgot to warn people and it upset the house.  The fiance ended up in my room, working on her blog.  Later my daughter came back, too.  The girls started working on my son’s Christmas present.  My son kept trying to come in.  The girls would scream at him to leave.  He said he wanted his fiance to come watch a movie with him.  Well, after several attempts to enter or get the fiance to come out, he came back again.  This time he hollered through the door…”Are you coming?”  I yelled back, “No, she’s not screaming yet.”  With that I got a loud groan and MOMMMMMM, from my son.  But it made me laugh and he didn’t come back to bother her again.

Oh yes, and my daughter did a photoshoot with me in my burgundy cape.   After an hours of hair straightening, (I will post a pic), push up bras, being turned, posed, poked and prodded, the pictures didn’t turn out very well.  So I just took one with my phone and decided to try another photoshoot next week out in the woods.  That should be different and maybe the lighting will be better.

There were many other things that happened this week, but those are the highlights.

Thank you for reading and have a great week!  x






My son’s fiance’s blog:

Well, this week has been interesting, to say the least.  The week started out with me in the kitchen, doing dishes and my son’s fiance in the bathroom putting on her makeup.  I can’t remember if the boys were home or not.  I suppose it wouldn’t matter, as one is married to my daughter and the other has learned the art of looking away quickly if he sees more skin than clothes out of the corner of his eye.  My daughter came traipsing through the house, clad in nothing more than her sweat pants and fuzzy socks, holding her bare breasts in her hands and yelling, “Anybody seen my bra?”  My son’s fiance came out of the bathroom and saw my daughter, then she looked at me and shook her head.  I did the same and went back to doing the dishes, as she went back to doing her make up.

I went to a museum with my son.  He had to go to complete a project for college and asked me to come along.  I used to take him when he was a kid.  So many memories came flooding back, like being banned by his teacher from assisting with student field trips.  I caused problems apparently.  First, every time you go over rail road tracks in the school bus, we all had to be quiet and raise our hand.  I thought that just applied to the kids.  I didn’t know that I couldn’t keep talking to my friend, the stay at home dad.  And at the museum, it was the first time we were ever exposed to Georgia O’Keefe.  I stood there, behind the kids, staring at a painting and thinking…that reminds me of something.  I must have looked confused, because stay at home dad leaned over and whispered…I am having deja vu’ of exiting my mother’s womb and entering the world.  That was it!  I giggled and we were scolded.  Then we came to the next painting and I swear all I could see were lady parts from that point on and the little girl in me would not stop giggling.  So, yes…banned.

Anyway, long story short about the museum.  I oooo’d and awwwww’d all over the museum, whisking my poor son from exhibit to exhibit.  I would get an inch from the sculpture or painting and take pics.  My son would whisper…mom, you’re too close, the guards are hovering.  I would just smile and shoo him away.  They never said anything to me directly.  I would rename the work things like…OMG Where are his parts? (looked like it had been broken off) or oooooo Creepy lady…or this one carving had a man holding a woman’s breast so I called it  ”well, okay then…”  My son laughed a lot at the things I would point out or say or ask, like, is that naked person a man or a woman?  He would smile when I would gasp at beauty or point out small details that left me utterly speechless.  It was an icy ride there, remnants from the ice storm, and an icy ride home.  But so very very fun.

Another time, I came in the kitchen and my daughter was standing there with her pajama shirt over her head and buttoning it up.  I asked what she was doing.  She said she was cold.  That was weird so I took a pic.  I will show you all.

Another night,  the girls were being silly in the hallway, my daughter in my son’s fiance’s lap, threatening to lick her face.  She had her pinned.  My son’s fiance was fighting her off and laughing so hard she cried.  I got another pic.

And lastly, I went on a friend date.  I haven’t been out with someone of the opposite sex (not in a relationship with) … ever.  I was so nervous.  But the kids were just plain freaked out!  I told them I would be going to dinner with a friend I met playing an online game.  I we have spent the last 6 months building this friendship.  He lives with his girlfriend and said she was fine with us going to dinner.  The kids were all…he’s not real…you met him online…he will kill you!  I tried to calm their fears.  But my son, daughter and son in law were all worried about me.  They kept saying, he will rape and murder you.  So my son took my phone and put in his number, my daughter’s number and his fiance’s number to make sure I could call them all on speed dial.  Then he would test me to make sure I knew which number was his and how to dial him using speed dial.  My daughter came to me with a switchblade and make me practice opening and closing it and had me put it in my purse.  The son in law was concerned because I don’t have my CHL anymore and therefore can’t carry a gun.  I looked at my son’s fiance and said, “Well, at least you are aren’t worried I will get raped and murdered.  What on earth is wrong with them?”  She said, “I don’t know.  I don’t worry about you getting murdered.  I worry that you will get kept in a dungeon forever.”  I just shook my head.

He showed up and the kids weren’t too obnoxious, no inquisition.  We got in his car and we were only two houses down and my daughter was sending me a text.  She sent a few more but then she calmed down a bit…I think.  Dinner went well.  Conversation was nice.  And he brought me home.  But I don’t think I am ready for friend dates.  I need more time to heal, more time to spend with my kids and more time to learn me.  And I am pretty sure this pleases my kids.  They breathe easier now.  I do have to admit, it is sweet how loved I feel by my kids.  The worry about me, the same way I worry about them.

And leaving you on a funny note, my son’t fiance lost her keys.  This is a common occurrence and my daughter always helps her find them.  But what made me laugh was my son.  He hollered at his fiance, “Did you look in your bra?  I can check there for you.”  I laughed so hard but they girls just ignored him.  He said to me, “Yeah, I say that every time.   She don’t pay any attention anymore.”

Now to get started on Game of Thrones.  My son in law put them on that stick thing that goes in my computer and makes magic appear.

Thank you for reading and have a great week!  xImageImage

My daughter’s link.  The week through her eyes.

And here is yet a third perspective by my son’s fiance.

The excitement this week has been sporadic.  The kids are busy with school and work, so they are in and out quite a bit.  And now we add Christmas into the mix, so busy, busy, busy.  Emotions running high and low this time of year.  I have gotten to have some wonderful conversations with each of them.  I heard about school projects (even asking my input.  That always feels good), about upcoming dance recitals (she is a trooper, even with all the pain, she still opted for a dance class), incredible new book ideas (the new one the son in law has cooked up will be a best seller one day), input on books in the works (the sons fiance is a very talented writer in her own right).  The kids are amazing adults and I am so honored to be living here with them.  Okay, so for excitement this week…

First, I decided to walk to the library this week and put in an application for volunteering, in hopes of a job later.  So I walked the 1.5 miles there.  It was an interesting walk.  I saw horses in pastures, beautiful homes with lovely holiday decorations, and a truck passed by with a trailer on the back.  There was a horse in it that whinnied and me as it sped by.  At the library, none of the people I needed to speak with were in that day.  So, I opted to go look at books on the Cromwellian Conquest of Ireland.  I needed some more information for my book.  It turns out, those books are hard to find and had none of the information I needed.  So, I headed back home.  On the way home, I suddenly remembered I have fibromyalgia.  It doesn’t flare up very often, so I tend to forget I even have it.  But it sure flared up on the way home.  The only way I can describe the pain I felt that day would be, someone placing flathead screwdrivers in between the ball of my hip and the socket and trying to pry them apart.  I just kept placing one foot in front of the other until I made it home.  I would later accompany my daughter to the store and make dinner while the girls got all the decorations out of the attic.  They spent hours making our home beautifully festive.  We even have snowman placemats on the table with snowman bowls and a wreath and snowman napkin holder with festive napkins inside.  They even took the pot holders, hanging on the front of the oven off and replaced them with Christmas ones.  I do find it disturbing though that Santa’s face is the cover for the lid of the toilet.  Something all kinds of wrong with accidentally sitting if the lid is down.  Seriously,  sitting on Santa’s face…I suppose that would be one way to get something nice for Christmas…well or naughty… When I left the kitchen and headed to bed, I had to make my way through the kids as they sang that song from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas…Fah who for-aze! Dah who dor-aze!  My son in laws head on my son’s shoulder, and the girls holding hands and dancing as they sang.

One morning, I got up and my son’s fiance was in her living room with her laptop.  I sat down and visited with her for a while.  Then, my daughter came home from dance class and walked into the living room clad in her yoga pants and tshirt and announced to my son’s fiance…

“It’s your favorite time of day!”

Fiance shook her head and put her hand over her eyes.

I didn’t know what was going on but I was watching.  You just never know with this group.

Then my daughter says, “It’s striptease time.”

She starts dancing like a stripper and takes off her yoga pants and tosses em, then her tshirt and tosses it.

Fiance says in a very sarcastic voice, “Oh, yay.  It’s a 12 year old boy.”

Daughter starts doing “sexy” poses and says, “You can see my tats through my tights.  I love that!  I’m so sexy!”

Fiance says, “Yes, we all know you think you’re sexy.”

Daughter says, “THINK?!  I KNOW I’m sexy!”

The fiance and I just laughed and shook our heads.

Another day, I walked down the hall to get some water in the kitchen.  The girls were talking about sex shops.  The fiance’s sister is getting married and the bachelorette party is this weekend, so I assume that is where this conversation started.  But again, there are no boundaries or comfort zones in this house and I actually like it this way.  They were talking about how uncomfortable some of the workers in sex shops can make you feel.  My daughter was explaining how one worker came up to her and showed her a cock ring and said, “It goes on your lovers cock and it vibrates.”  Then she changed her tone as if the memories of use were flooding her mind and in a lower, way too pleasurable tone she said, “I love this thing.  It feels soooooooo goooooooood.”  Both of the girls laughed so hard after my daughter finished telling the story and showing us how the lady spoke.  Then the fiance was talking about the sex swing she saw in there and how the video was playing to show how to use it and she was a bit uncomfortable.  I think it is interesting how there are no comfort zones in the house, but out in public, we are more reserved and definitely have our personal space.  They also talked about seeing naked pics of Kate Moss.  They said they were very tasteful and the ‘important’ areas were covered.  They talked about how beautiful she is and how women’s bodies are so much prettier than men’s, especially in photography (my daughter is a photographer) and in art (the fiance, son in law draw.  I do, too).  But they said they got to the last pic and as they scrolled down, they were like, she is so pretty, but then, much to their surprise, there she was…no more tasteful hiding.  And they both shrieked….WHAT?!  About that time, my son walked through the room and asked what on earth they were doing and looked at the screen on their laptop.  They yelled, “Don’t look!”  and tried to cover the screen.  He just shook his head and laughed at them.  Goofy girls.

Then later I was in my room and the boys wandered in.  First, my son in law was talking to me.  After a while, they were talking to each other and that conversation was so different than anything the girls talk about.  I cannot even tell you what they were discussing but I did jot down some keywords to share on here.  They are crazy intelligent young men and the words are as follows:  fiber optics, satellites, japan, speed of light, gb and mb.  time frames, and streaming.  After a while they noticed I was typing, so I explained it was for the blog.  I think sometimes they aren’t sure what to say when they can see I am baffled by their subject matter.

At the same time, I have walked through one of the living rooms and seen something odd happening.  They each were in their own living room with their own big screen TV’s and playing a game together.  I looked at my son’s TV and saw a man in boxer shorts wearing a pig mask and carrying a gun, running through a city.  I looked at him, like ‘what on earth?’ and he looked at me like…’what?’…  I just laughed and left them to their game.

And sometimes they just shake their heads at me.  My son in law is learning to speak Russian.  He said something to me about a cigarette and motioned for the door.  I said, “Oh, are you going to go do a cigarette?”  He smiled and asked, “How does one ‘DO’ a cigarette?”  I thought for a minute and said, “Smoke it?”  He just laughed and left.  Now when he goes out to smoke he announces that he is going to go ‘do’ a cigarette.  I just laugh.

At the end of the week, we all had big plans.  Thursday was the concert the fiance and son in law were to attend.  She bought him tickets for Christmas, two months ago.  An ice storm hit, though and they were afraid they would miss the show.  They braved the storm and had an incredible experience.  They both got to shake hands with Chester Bennington.  She posted some pictures and they made it home in one piece.  My daughter braved the storm because she wanted to go out to eat and stop by the store for some cookie dough.  She picked up her friend and had a nice time.  My son stayed home and worked on his school project.  It was quite brilliant.  How I produced such a smarty is beyond me.

The storm worsened throughout the night and I awoke to clicking sounds coming from the attic.  I went up to see what it was.  Turns out the round spinny thingy on the roof is covered in ice and it is quite windy today, so it makes for a terrible sound.  School was cancelled, my son stayed home from work, as did his fiance and my daughter.  My son in law works walking distance from the house so he went on in and ended up covering for 2 other guys.  But he should be home by 5:30pm.  I was supposed to have dinner with my best friend tomorrow, but it looks like we may have to reschedule and my daughter’s dance recital is off now.  And it looks like the bachelorette party may not happen for the fiance’s sister.  So, changes of plans, but everyone is safe, happy and close enough for me to hug.

I do apologize for such a long blog, but I guess this week was packed with more excitement than I had realized, until I put it down on paper.  I do believe this is more than enough for one week.

Here is a link to my daughter’s blog.  It is this week, through her eyes.

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x

Blogging is new for me.  I have been doing it for a little while and I have watched it morph into this and that until now.  I believe this is what my blog is meant to be.  My daughter and I are trying something new and different.  We are going to each blog about our week from each of our viewpoints.  My viewpoint is that of a parent having to move in with their children and be quite dependent on them for a while.  Her viewpoint will be from an adult child taking in their parent.  I will post a link to her blog at the bottom of mine each week, so you all can go read what the way she sees things, too.  She will start blogging next Friday.

My life has changed dramatically in the last month.  I don’t really want to talk about everything, just some things.  I have given up my independence for a while.  I had moved away from my children five years ago, from Texas to Delaware.  After hardships, misunderstandings, hurtful situations and an aching for my children, I have moved back.  The world I left is very different than the world I have reentered.   I kept in constant contact with my children while I was away, with goodnight/I love you texts each evening and phone calls and plane tickets.  But it was not the same as being able to hug them and see them.  They are now 23 and 21 years old.  My daughter has been married for five years, she got married just before I moved.  My son is now engaged.  I love their choices of mates and get along with them very well.  The mates both write and draw, too.  The four of them rent a three bedroom house together and have blessed me with the third bedroom.  I have been here just over a week.  It felt strange when I first moved in.  I didn’t know where things were and felt a bit disoriented.  But I quickly converted my room into an extension of me.  My dog is already adjusted and has a new friend in my granddogter, Cy.  It rather reminds me of the tv show New Girl.  Especially when it comes to ‘bubbles’.  I am an introvert and have my ‘bubble’ around me.  These kids do not have ‘bubbles’ nor do they see a reason for anyone else to have them.  I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and started to close the door.  My son walked up and said, “What?  We can’t see you brush your teeth?”  Now my daughter has been known to come into the bathroom and take pictures of me brushing my teeth.  But I wanted to fit in, so I left the door open.  Next thing I knew, my son and son in law were both in the bathroom behind me, talking and cutting up and I almost lost my toothpaste trying not to laugh at them.  That was very much a New Girl moment.  Always something crazy and fun going on here.  We are all artist and impulsive.  I will have to post some pics of the fun things I have experienced already.   I was awake at 1am at one point.  We are all night owls.  I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and my son in law walks up to me in a top hat and says, “So, in regards to the railroads…”  I laughed and said, “So it’s 1880 and you are looking to build a railroad?”  He smiled.  Then my daughter walks in and says, “I don’t like your stupid beard, mustache or that obnoxious top hat.  Take it off and go shave.”  He said, “Nope…again…”  Then she proceeded to put on an eye patch and said, “Argggggg”.  I said, “Really?  You yell at him about the hat but you can wear an eye patch?”  She said, “Yup.  If he can look stupid, so can I.”  Then he took the eye patch off her and put it on himself.  I said I needed a pic of the pirate who wants to buy a railroad.  My daughter got out her phone to take one and he said, “Wait!”  He ran out of the room and then reemerged with  a weird pipe added to his appearance.  I laughed so hard.  It is like this all the time.  Here is a picture of him.  Another day I went to let the dog out and my son was playing a video game.  I looked at the big screen tv and see a man running through a city with a pig mask, wearing only boxers and carrying a big gun.  I just shook my head.  Another time, my daughter and son’s fiance’ came in my room to do the chicken dance all over my room and then they left.  one night my daughter and son in law were in the kitchen and she was laying on the floor using her labrador as a pillow.  I had to take pic but the dogs eyes glowed in it.  So I tried to take another and the dog tried to run.  My son in law grabbed her before she could go and tried to make her kiss my daughter.  That is the cutest picture.  And I think a couple of my favorite moments were separate but wonderful.  My son’s fiance’ came in and laid on my bed, with the book she is working on.  She asked my advice on a scene.  Her story is moving and forces the reader to take their mind to difficult places.  Another time was when my son in law came in and had me read the first chapter of his short story.  It is phenomenal and I hope he makes it a longer story.  I don’t read sci fi but the story really captured my imagination.

I do believe this is a positive environment for me.  I just hope I can add to the wonderment that abounds so freely here.

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x



Changes are being made in my life right now.  The ones that are too personal, will not be mentioned here.  That still leaves many others to tell.  So my week.  It has been riddled with ups and downs, feelings of loss and despair to hope and laughter.  Let’s start with my trek across the good ole US of A.  I made it to the airport, heart broken, lost and unsure of what lay ahead.  I had never even visited the home where I would soon reside.  But I knew the people in it.  Two of the four I birthed myself.  My daughter, her husband, my son and his fiance’.  I love them all and get along with them all.

At the airport, I needed to just stay focused on the trip itself.  Try not to think of the life I was leaving, nor the one I was headed to.  Just the trip itself.  I had my little dog with me.  He is ten pounds of nothing and sweet as can be.  I got to the airport, worried that his canvas carrier would be too big to allow him on the flight.  But it wasn’t.  I got my tickets…yes tickets…plural.  My dog needed a separate ticket.  In fact, his ticket cost $26.00 more than mine and he didn’t even get his own seat!  So, we got our tickets and headed to security.  Now, I had to take off my shoes, take my dog out of his carrier and put his collar in the bucket to run through x-ray.  Did all that and thought it would be simple to just walk through the metal detector and retrieve my things.  I honestly thought the most challenging part would be putting the dog BACK into the carrier.  We walked through and they said they needed to check my hands for explosives.  As I held my dog, they wiped my hands with a little strip of paper and put it into the machine.  Lights, bells and whistles went off alerting them that I might be a bomber.  I was promptly rushed to another area to be patted down.  They taok my dog and put him back in his carrier and had me stand with my feet spread on some mat.  Another person wiped down my purse and the carrier to check for more explosives and it came back clear.  As they were doing this, my little dog was trying to run away, so he was rolling all over the place in his carrier as he loudly cried.  Yes, my dog runs from danger.  He will never protect me.  I figured his logic is…”hey, someone’s gotta tell the story…”.  So then they taook me to a private room with two people and said to me, “We have to pat you down.  We will run a hand up the crack of your butt and under your breasts and up the insides of your legs.  Please put your arms out of the way.”  So I did and they did.  Then they wiped their gloves with that paper strip and put it in the machine…more bells and whistles.  That was when they had to call in an expert.  He came in and looked me over, checked my things and put the items back through the x-ray.  I was good.  They said it must have been my hair care products or hand sanitizer and sent me on my way.

Well, that was fun.  Luckily, I fully expect things of this nature to happen to me, it is just inevitable.  So I found myself fighting laughter through the whole process.  I fought the little dog back into his carrier and hung the bag containing him over my shoulder.  I figured I would grab a bite to eat and sit down in the terminal and wait the hour and a half to fly out.  I found a stand and walked in and picked up a container of strawberries and blueberries.  Then, I noticed that they had gluten free food!  I am allergic to gluten and much more.  So I put back the fruit.  “No fruit for me this time!” I thought to myself and smiled.  I saw gluten free sandwiches! I was so excited I could barely contain myself, until I saw that they all had tomato on them.  I am allergic to tomato.  I excitedly walked over to the gluten free baked goods.  But then I saw they all had chocolate in them.  I am allergic to chocolate.  But then I saw salads!  sigh With tomato in them.  I picked up my fruit, paid for it and headed to the terminal.  Finally there, I sat down and put my little dog on the ground.  He cried so I put him in my lap.  He cried, so I stood up, tossed him, still in his bag back over my shoulder, and walked the airport looking for Benadryl to help him calm down.  After 45 minutes of searching I read that I could give him Dramamine, so I bought some.  It was finally time to board and he was quiet so long as we were walking.  Once on the flight, I had to put him on the floor under the seat in front of me.  He cried and cried and cried.  Dramamine did not help.  Once in the air, I put him in my lap and he was better, still not great, but better.  I knew it would be a long three and a half hours on that flight with no writing time.  At one point I had to use the restroom.  I headed back with the dog in his bag over my shoulder.  The flight attendant said I had to leave him under the seat.  I said, “Okay but he will scream.”  and I headed back to my seat.  But I guess with the two screaming babies on board and then the dog, too, she had had enough and said, “Take him with you.”  Wow.  I thought those bathrooms were small before, but try using one with your screaming dog in a carrier!  I made it back to my seat and it was time to land, so I had to put the dog back under the seat and we all heard him cry for the last half hour.  I am sure everyone on that flight wanted to hurt me, except the moms of the screaming babies.  They were glad the people were focused on me, I think.

Finally  land and get off the plane.  We were thirty minutes early!  Yay!  I called the kids, who were in route.  They said they were planning me landing later so they would be there in a half hour.  I could feel the bruise on my shoulder and wanted to rest but couldn’t, for the dog would cry.  After a half hour of walking with the dog, I called the kids.  They got lost and it would be another half hour.  I watched all the people leave with their families and I was one of the only three people left by the time the kids made it.  I was so happy to see them.  I got in the car and we headed home, only to realize we were on empty.  We needed gas….right then!  We exited toward a gas station.  It was confusing in the dark.  There was a small street, just before you came to the station.  So we passed it and looked for a place to turn in.  There was none and it was a one way street.  So the kids drove across the grass and over a curb and voila…we made it into the gas station parking lot.  I love how adventurous my kids are.  We got gas and made it home.  And what a lovely home it is.  My room is beautiful and comfortable.  I didn’t sleep well.  Maybe it was all the changes or excitement or the people I missed that were on my mind.

The next day was fun.  My son took off work to spend the day with me.  We got groceries I could eat and watched movies.  The day after that, my daughter took me to get some furniture for my room to make it more comfortable and to have places for all of my things.  My son in law and son’s fiance’ listen to me rattle on about nothingness.  The kids work together like the intricacies of an old clock.  The gears in perfect sync.  It looks like madness and confusion at times, but when you look closely, it all makes perfect sense.  It’s like a ballet even.  The movement and spinning and here and there, but nobody trips, they just flow.  And now I get to be a part of this dance, too.  My coordination lacks, but I know they will catch me if I fall, so it’s all good.

There is always someone to talk with, go places with, eat with, watch movies with…it really is quite beautiful.  I know it won’t last forever, but I love this moment in time and will cherish it.

There is more, much much more, but no need to write a novel just yet.  I will save some for next week.

Thank you for reading and have a great week.  x

P.S.  I am adding a bit to this piece.  My kids just knocked on my door and said to come to the kitchen for my surprise.  They presented me with a welcome home card full of beautiful words that made my eyes water and little gift box.  I opened it and found a house key that they had made for me with pink hearts and pink stones in it.  I truly am home.  ❤

So for starters.  I know I am blogging very randomly this week, but it is just one of those weeks.

After spending many hours in the ER last Friday and enduring blood tests, a CT scan and an EKG, they determined I am just very stressed.  So, I need to get a grip on dealing with the stress in my life.  I seemed to be doing pretty well until this morning.

I went to bed very happy last night.  Nice and calm, fully expecting a peaceful nights sleep.  That did not happen.  Let me go back a few months and tell you about the squirrel.  We have had squirrels in the ceiling for months and the apartment maintenance has worked very hard to get rid of the little critters.  Anyway, one day there was a leak in the ceiling over the tub.  Maintenance came over and cut a square out, fixed the leak in the upstairs neighbors tub and said he needed to give it a a day or two to dry out.  So I was using the bathroom and looked up from the toilet and saw a squirrel watching me.  I screamed and the squirrel screamed and my friend heard the commotion and asked what was wrong.  I told him and he laughed.  Now here is the scenario for today.  I went to bed happy but thunderstorms came and kept me up for an hour.  Took an extra hour to get back to sleep.  I stay with my friend who is disabled.  I usually give him his pill case before bed so he doesn’t wake me up and ask me to get it for him, but I was so happy when I went to bed I forgot to give it to him.  So he had to wake me up and ask for his medication.  I got up and got it for him.  It took a while to get back to sleep.  He then woke me to say that he thought he heard a leak in the bathroom.  So I got up again and checked and sure enough, there was an 8 inch crack in the ceiling and water was leaking into and onto the toilet.  Well, when people wake up, they generally need to use the bathroom.  I am no different.  So I had to wipe off the toilet and sit there while holding a bucket on my head to catch the water.  ughhhhhhh  Once I was done, I stormed back over to my bed and huffed.  My friend called maintenance and then asked if I was okay.  I said, “No.  No, I am not okay.  One day I am going to be in a nursing home and they are going to call me the crazy lady.  Because every time I go to the bathroom I will sit on the toilet and have to hold a bucket on my head with one hand and point above the tub with the other while shouting, ‘SQUIRREL!'”

My friend laughed and laughed and laughed.

I do hope I will have no more excitement and can just go back to our normal blogging schedule on Friday.

I also hope I made you smile and maybe even giggle.

This week has been an interesting one. Trying to find time to write was a challenge, as always.  I did not get as much writing accomplished as I had hoped.
Fascinatingly enough, all writers have this challenge, or it sure seems. Someone posted a quote that I really liked. So, out of curiosity, I looked to see if there were other quotes along those same lines. And just as I thought, the answer was yes.
I found the encouragement I needed to write. Even if only a few words, it helped me write.
So today’s blog is going to be a list of quotes that helped me and I hope will help you, as well.

“If it sounds like writing, I rewrite it. Or, if proper usage gets in the way, it may have to go. I can’t allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.” -Elmore Leonard

“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.” -George Orwell

“I don’t care if the reader hates one of my stories, just so long as he finishes the book.” -Roald Dahl, WD

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.” – Ernest Hemingway

“The greatest part of a writer’s time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book.” -Samuel Johnson

“Start before you’re ready.” -Steven Press field

And my last quote for today is this, “Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” -Louis L’Amour
If I can do it, you can do it.
Until next Friday, I bid you farewell.