2. discombobulated:
Feeling disconnected or unbalanced.
How fun is that word! In searching for just the term to sum up how I have been feeling lately, I found this one and while it may not be a perfect description of my mood; it was simply too fun not to use. I feel the need to use it randomly now...I'm discombobulated so I'm weird that way :)
It's just been a funky couple of weeks, even funky doesn't quite tell it as it is. The weather has been unpredictable; one day it is 75 and the next it barely breaks the 30's. Sometimes, today for example, it can fall within these ranges all within 2 hours. Nothing more disconcerting that starting out your errands needing short sleeves and no jacket, only to find yourself exiting Walmart in need of an umbrella and a parka. (not that I own a parka but with the wind that was happening, I would need one if I had one)
My 14 year old daughter had a classmate that lost his battle with cancer. That is just wrong on so many levels. It is wrong for any child to have to suffer with cancer and have their childhood stolen, wrong for a parent to have to watch their child suffer and not be able to fix it and wrong for young friends to have to mourn for a friend that was just beginning his life. It makes me so very, very angry. Cancer is a nasty, ugly and selfish disease.
Speaking of the awful monster that is cancer: I found out thru Michael's blog that a young girl that lives very near us is battling the demon. She is a huge fan of Rick Springfield's and he is coming to the Cape Girardeau Show Me Center to do a benefit concert for her and her family. He is donating his time and talent to help raise money for her family. How amazing for him to do so. It is heartening to see this when so much of our celebrity culture is so "Me" focused.
I'm tired....you know that bone deep, hard to shake no matter how much you sleep kind of tired. One of the valves in my heart doesn't work properly, apparently it never has but it has gotten a bit worse as I have gotten older. Nothing stays the same or stays in place as you age, such a cruel joke that life plays.....anyway.... The doctor says that this is why I am tired but it doesn't help when you are parenting four very active children, taking classes and trying to get a business to grow. The Doctor's prescription....and I really did laugh. Cut something out of the schedule, actually cut more than one thing out of the schedule. Well obviously the kids are going to have to stay (LOL), the classes cost a lot of money and I've got too much of myself invested in the business to just let it go. Also on the prescription for my health as recommended by the doctor (this is the best part): Hire a housekeeper to come in once a week and make sure that I take at least an hour a day for myself. I still laugh so hard at this suggestion that I nearly wet myself. Being me I would have to clean before the housekeeper came because I'm just weird like that, too. Also, considering the entourage that follows me to the bathroom to "potty" or to take a shower (think Sophie the Boxer and Miss Lilli), the likelihood of 10 minutes, let alone an hour by myself is laughable. It reminds me of that question that I get at least once a week based on the fact that I have four kids, several of them active in different things. The question "How do you do it?" There isn't even a question in it for me, I don't take the time to think about how my life might be different than those that have only one or two children. My mental retort to that question is "How do I not do it? We get by just like everyone else, maybe a few more activities thrown in, quite a bit more laundry that has to be washed and a bit more bickering amongst siblings but that just means that I have that much more love to give, sticky kisses to get, hugs to share and so forth. The rewards far outweigh the risks, if you will! :)
Kurt asked me out to dinner tonight. Do you think that he realized that I was a bit discombobulated? LOL We went out, just the two of us and then stopped at the store for a bottle of one of the local wineries wines. We stopped in for only a bottle of wine but left with the wine, habanero peppers, jalapeno peppers (he got a recipe at work for some hot concotion that I don't want to know about), half of a turtle cheesecake, a twix bar, an almond joy and the promise of naughty sex. LOL Catch your attention there???? I picked up the lastest copy of Cosmopolitan and when I actually looked at cover on the way home, one of the main headlines is "Naughty Sex: 8 hot new positions we've never published before". (Wondering how writing those words in my blog will affect the search stats and wondering how they keep coming up with new positions. .... HA HA). Despite those four kids, I may just have to carve out that hour by myself to read my Cosmo and enjoy my turtle cheesecake! LOL
In fact, that turtle cheesecake sounds pretty darn good right now..... Nite!
Feeling disconnected or unbalanced.
How fun is that word! In searching for just the term to sum up how I have been feeling lately, I found this one and while it may not be a perfect description of my mood; it was simply too fun not to use. I feel the need to use it randomly now...I'm discombobulated so I'm weird that way :)
It's just been a funky couple of weeks, even funky doesn't quite tell it as it is. The weather has been unpredictable; one day it is 75 and the next it barely breaks the 30's. Sometimes, today for example, it can fall within these ranges all within 2 hours. Nothing more disconcerting that starting out your errands needing short sleeves and no jacket, only to find yourself exiting Walmart in need of an umbrella and a parka. (not that I own a parka but with the wind that was happening, I would need one if I had one)
My 14 year old daughter had a classmate that lost his battle with cancer. That is just wrong on so many levels. It is wrong for any child to have to suffer with cancer and have their childhood stolen, wrong for a parent to have to watch their child suffer and not be able to fix it and wrong for young friends to have to mourn for a friend that was just beginning his life. It makes me so very, very angry. Cancer is a nasty, ugly and selfish disease.
Speaking of the awful monster that is cancer: I found out thru Michael's blog that a young girl that lives very near us is battling the demon. She is a huge fan of Rick Springfield's and he is coming to the Cape Girardeau Show Me Center to do a benefit concert for her and her family. He is donating his time and talent to help raise money for her family. How amazing for him to do so. It is heartening to see this when so much of our celebrity culture is so "Me" focused.
I'm tired....you know that bone deep, hard to shake no matter how much you sleep kind of tired. One of the valves in my heart doesn't work properly, apparently it never has but it has gotten a bit worse as I have gotten older. Nothing stays the same or stays in place as you age, such a cruel joke that life plays.....anyway.... The doctor says that this is why I am tired but it doesn't help when you are parenting four very active children, taking classes and trying to get a business to grow. The Doctor's prescription....and I really did laugh. Cut something out of the schedule, actually cut more than one thing out of the schedule. Well obviously the kids are going to have to stay (LOL), the classes cost a lot of money and I've got too much of myself invested in the business to just let it go. Also on the prescription for my health as recommended by the doctor (this is the best part): Hire a housekeeper to come in once a week and make sure that I take at least an hour a day for myself. I still laugh so hard at this suggestion that I nearly wet myself. Being me I would have to clean before the housekeeper came because I'm just weird like that, too. Also, considering the entourage that follows me to the bathroom to "potty" or to take a shower (think Sophie the Boxer and Miss Lilli), the likelihood of 10 minutes, let alone an hour by myself is laughable. It reminds me of that question that I get at least once a week based on the fact that I have four kids, several of them active in different things. The question "How do you do it?" There isn't even a question in it for me, I don't take the time to think about how my life might be different than those that have only one or two children. My mental retort to that question is "How do I not do it? We get by just like everyone else, maybe a few more activities thrown in, quite a bit more laundry that has to be washed and a bit more bickering amongst siblings but that just means that I have that much more love to give, sticky kisses to get, hugs to share and so forth. The rewards far outweigh the risks, if you will! :)
Kurt asked me out to dinner tonight. Do you think that he realized that I was a bit discombobulated? LOL We went out, just the two of us and then stopped at the store for a bottle of one of the local wineries wines. We stopped in for only a bottle of wine but left with the wine, habanero peppers, jalapeno peppers (he got a recipe at work for some hot concotion that I don't want to know about), half of a turtle cheesecake, a twix bar, an almond joy and the promise of naughty sex. LOL Catch your attention there???? I picked up the lastest copy of Cosmopolitan and when I actually looked at cover on the way home, one of the main headlines is "Naughty Sex: 8 hot new positions we've never published before". (Wondering how writing those words in my blog will affect the search stats and wondering how they keep coming up with new positions. .... HA HA). Despite those four kids, I may just have to carve out that hour by myself to read my Cosmo and enjoy my turtle cheesecake! LOL
In fact, that turtle cheesecake sounds pretty darn good right now..... Nite!
1 Comments:
Good day Dottie. I am here via my blogger buddie Michael Manning.You have a fabulous page here!!! I must come visit more often. Your words are real ,your feelings are true. You remind me of me..Lol! Have a great day, and get some rest. Then again, like myself, rest is a foreign word especially with children around.Cheers from Canada!
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