Though creating rhymes and poetry are not my best skill, attempting the task is always a thrill. Continue reading
.:: Angry Birds
I am not a hip chick. I have never been a hip chick. After 40+ years, I’m guessing the label ‘hip chick’ will never be stuck on me. After all, I continue to lose myself by listening to Cat Stevens and John Denver. In fact, I have Neil Diamond’s Jazz Singer in my Netflix queue. Hip and Lenore are not synonymous. Continue reading
.:: A Date ::.
You may not like what I have to say;
Alas, I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day.
Perhaps I was single a little to long;
Or maybe it was that Linkin Park song.
One thing is for certain, I believe love is great;
But, I’ll take spontaneity over a calendar date.
.:: Every Day ::.
Valentines Day. Boo.
Love should be shared daily;
Please use protection.
.:: The One with the Arrow ::.
He’s a naked baby with wings, carrying a bow;
Spreading love and who knows what else, Yo.
The pressure he puts on friends and lovers;
While the single ones hide under their covers.
Cupid, hurry up with your havoc and go.
♥ Word. ♥
The parents of my nighttime responsibility are in the process of testing bottles for daycare. Mom goes back to work soon, and they want to make sure Baby is doing well with her bottle. As it stands now, Baby gets more ‘boob’ than anything else. But, with Mom heading to work, Baby will have to settle for a plastic boob. My first child was mainly a boob drinker, but when a bottle was used – he wasn’t picky. My second child? He wanted a boob and nothing else, and he was not open to discussion.
The 7th bottle? Craziness. Yet, the different styles and types of bottles are endless. Add to the mix the countless types of nipples for said bottles, and well – one can easily become overwhelmed with the choices. So, I should not be surprised that Mom and Dad are trying several different bottles to find the one that is ‘just right’. And a note to parents, Dr. Browns bottles work well, but honestly – with all the parts and pieces … spare yourself, your ‘to do’ list is long enough already.
A perfect bottle is the quest.
Until it’s found, no one will rest.
So many choices, each a different type.
What is practical and what is hype?
Next comes the nipple, another choice to make.
There are six different types for goodness sake!
Overly complicated? You think? Maybe?
Then again, nothing is too good for baby.
:: What’s in your Dryer?
Top 10 Items Found in Our Dryer
7. More rocks
6. Plastic Army guy
5. Always Thin Maxi Pad (still neat (though swollen) in wrapper)
3. Pampers diaper (did not fare as well as the maxi pad)
2. More Kleenex
1. Raisins (the raisin box is still MIA)
It eats socks,
and spits out rocks.
It handles pads with care,
leaving diapers worse for wear.
Regardless of the setting, whether normal or fluff,
it is truly dependable, and it is truly tough.
Though it can create static cling,
the dryer is a wonderful thing.
Today I am spending the day in bed. My husband has taken today and Monday as a vacation days, so he can watch our youngest, since our daycare provider also took those days as vacation days. Anyway, I’ve been battling a cold for the past three weeks, and I am finally forcing myself to do nothing. Well, do nothing except write. (Thank you to my kind husband and my kind boss for allowing me this down time.)
I am struggling to finish this post, in part because my head is clogged to the point that I am having a hard time hearing real voices, as well as my inner voices. In addition, I am struggling to finish this post, because I am distracted by what is going in the lives of those around me. I prefer my Friday posts be funny and lighthearted, yet life doesn’t always cooperate. Forrest Gump was right. Life is like a box of chocolates; you don’t know what you are going to get. Furthermore, while you are enjoying your caramel chew, someone else is stuck with the vanilla cream. Eeew.
My friend’s Mom continues her cancer battle, as her radiation treatments resumed earlier this week. And my friend feels her Mom’s last visit to their house was the last time she’d be able to make the trip. Rob’s cousin was told by his oncologist to start looking for hospice care, because he (the doctor) did not have any other treatments to offer him and his battle with cancer: renal, liver, lymph and spine. (Though Rob’s cousin is not giving up, and he is currently seeking treatment elsewhere.) Another friend of mine is in the process of getting her daughter tested for a chromosomal disorder, which would mean a lifetime of health challenges. And yesterday, out of the blue, my son asked me, “When are you going to die, Mommy? Will I still be a kid and have to watch Charlie?” He was afraid he would have to watch Charlie on his own (at the age of 5), and he didn’t think he could do it.
Haiti, still trying to recover from the earthquake, is getting hit by a hurricane. Indonesia is battling the after effects of an earthquake, tsunami and volcano. Mosque bombing in Pakistan. Plane crash in Cuba. The depressing news surrounds us. And, because I am forcing myself to stop today, the sad news is harder to ignore.
Thank God for the complications in finding the perfect baby bottle, and thank God for the miscellaneous items that find their way into the dryer. We need those ‘crazy’ moments as comic relief (though, one may not be laughing as s/he pick up each and every tiny piece of Kleenex scattered through the laundry). And my cold? Please. My cold will go away. And, my cold is not even a blip on the radar of life. Plus, I have a 4yr old coming in my room hourly, asking me if I need anything.
My life is good. And, while I enjoy my bed rest, I will keep those around me in my thoughts and prayers. And, I will do what I can to provide a little bit of sunshine and hope to those around me. After all, everyone is battling something. Hopefully, you’ll find a better chocolate soon.
The roller coaster of life,
Filled with joys and strife.
We’re all aboard this crazy train.
And, we all need help in staying sane.
So, keep the chocolate at your side.
You’ll need it for this bumpy ride.
Take care of yourself, and be kind to others.
“Remember when my parents borrowed my car, and I used my Mom’s car for a week?” He asked.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Well, I took my Mom’s car to the grocery store one day. When I came out of the grocery store, I got in the car and got ready to drive away. But, I noticed something.”
He continued, “The seat was leaned way back, and I didn’t remember reclining the seat at all.”
Then he started laughing hard. “I looked around inside the car, and I realized I was in the wrong car!”
I laughed and said, “That’s funny. I have a similar story. I didn’t share it with you because I was too embarrassed.”
“During a trip to Target, I walked away from my cart to look through the clothes. I didn’t find anything, and I went back to my cart and continued shopping. I went to the card section to buy several birthday cards. I was probably there for 10 minutes. When I was done, I put all the cards in the cart. Then I realized, it wasn’t my cart!”
Rob and I start laughing.
“I went back to the clothes section, where I got the cart. I parked the cart, and slowly walked away. I pretended to look through the clothes, again. And, I noticed a woman come and take her cart away without a word. I felt like the biggest dork. I waited awhile before I went and retrieved my real cart.”
Lost in thought with so many things on your mind.
All sorts of distractions, basically leaving you blind.
Where are the car keys? Who put that chair there?
I know I’m going some place; I just don’t remember where.
You make it home, thinking things could be worse.
You unload your car and realize that’s not your purse.
.:: It’s All a Daze
Week two of my overnight part-time job. I am so glad Rob and I decided not to have a third child. Though the reasoning behind the ‘no more kids’ decision was based more on me being psycho and our relationship struggling than the genuine desire to increase the family.
Lacking a full-night’s worth of sleep for two days out of the week is really taking its toll on me and my over 40yr old self. I’m not more cranky without the sleep (Rob may beg to differ); I am just plain tired and lacking any sort of motivation and focus. (Though really, motivation was hard to find even with sleep.)
My son’s teacher is celebrated her birthday this week. My son came to me with an elaborate idea to make a special craft for his teacher’s birthday. He wanted to make a lesson for his teacher, similar to one she uses in his in class. I was impressed with his grand idea, and I wanted to see it through to fruition. Well, the day before his teacher’s birthday and a day after no sleep, I asked him if he was ready to start on the project. He said ‘no’.
If I was working with a weeks worth of sleep, I would not have accepted his ‘no’ response. In fact, I would have said, “Okay, Joe. You need to start working on your project.” However, because I am lacking sleep these days, I said, “Ok.” And honestly, I was impressed with his idea; I thought his teacher would appreciate it; and, I was looking forward to having him tackle the task. Alas, I was too tired to push for it. This is one of those times where I will have to find satisfaction in knowing he had good and creative intentions. Then again, I’m so tired, I’ll probably forget that part, too.
Loopiness and no focus
Ooo pretty colors
.:: Don’t go back to Rockville
Sleep will find me this weekend. In addition to sleep - junk food, movies and great conversation will find me, too. This weekend, I am taking a road trip to meet a girlfriend of mine. (Meeting a boyfriend of mine would be a bit odd, seein’ as I am married.)
I met my friend when I moved to Rockville, MD back in 1992. I moved back to Georgia two years later, after my father died. (No, I didn’t move back because I thought, ‘Woo hoo! My dad is gone. I can go home now!’ I moved back to be closer to my family, because I wasn’t able to get to my Dad in time.)
Even though I moved back to Georgia, my girlfriend in Maryland remained and remains one of my best friends. So this weekend, she is driving south, I am driving north and we will meet in the middle. Woo hoo! We’ve booked the hotel, and we’ll both arrive within minutes of check-in on Friday and leaving no earlier than check-out on Sunday. We’ve already discussed the junk food we’ll have in the room, as well as the movies. And, we’ve loaded ourselves up with books to read.
Though we are prepared with a plethora of entertainment, we’ll also bask in the quiet free time. Because we both have young kids (6 and 4, 5 and 4), we have a greater appreciation for quiet free time. Aaaaaah….. quiet free time.
Hitting the road and heading out.
Spending time with a friend is what it’s about.
My time I’m a’wasting. I need to publish this post.
So, I can get in the car and head for the coast.
The coast is not really the destination this time.
But, I need to hurry, and I am trying to rhyme.
Okay, I’m going; hug hug – kiss kiss.
I didn’t even have to shave for this!
Be good to yourself, and be kind to others.
.:: Labor Day Laughter
Over the Labor Day Weekend, we gathered with my family, which included siblings, spouses, nieces, nephews and cousins. I had been looking forward to the gathering for over a week, and I was not disappointed. We all had such a great time.
One of my nephews works undercover (seriously). In order to look the part, he has tattoos and body piercings. Truth be told, he may have had these things regardless of the line of work. I wish I could post a picture taken of him and my brother. My nephew looks so fierce, when in reality he is one of the nicest guys you’ll meet. (Unless, of course, you meet him out back, while trying to buy crack. Just saying.)
Anyway, my nephew was not the only one with body piercings (though he won the prize for non-subtle piercings). One of my nieces has her nose pierced. Apparently, while she was sitting and visiting with my 4yr old, he noticed her nose piercing and asked, “Why do you have a nail in your nose?” Once my niece’s laughter died down, she told him about having her nose pierced. My 4yr old then asked, “Can you put a nail in my nose?”
Tattoos and piercings, fashion or fad?
“I have a new mohawk. What do you think, Dad?”
A nail in your nose, purple dye in your hair;
Getting a third piercing because of a dare.
Thoughts of nipple piercings make me twinge;
As kids’ rites of passage make parents cringe.
.:: Special Moments
The passing of Labor Day brings with it a new season for television shows, which typically includes schedule changes. One such scheduled change involved our local PBS station.
Joe wakes up at 6:30am during the school week. Before eating breakfast, he and I sit on the couch and watch TV together. Prior to Labor Day, we’d watch Dragon Tales, which really – yeah, that’s all I have to say about Dragon Tales.
Well, Labor Day has come and gone, and PBS changed their television schedule. Now at 6:30 M-F, Joe and I watch Word Girl. We became addicted to Word Girl in the afternoon, as it used to be on at 4pm. And, yes, I didn’t stutter – ‘we’ became addicted to Word Girl. “Word up, it’s Word Girl.” I love Word Girl. “Woooord Giiiiirrl!” Sorry. I told you – it’s an addiction.
Sitting and watching TV shows like Word Girl, Curious George and Dinosaur Train are things I enjoy doing with the boys. Special moments, I treasure, during this phase of life.
Word Girl is the best.
Her word usage does impress.
Captain Huggy Face.
.:: Dinner with a Friend
Last week, my friend backed out on dinner plans, and I mentioned her in my blog. This week, she kept the date, and look – I’m still mentioning her in my blog. However, this time, she is mentioned because she helped me think of something to write about for today: My abnormal quirks. I have many you know.
I suggested I write a ‘Top 10″ list of my ‘abnormalities’, and my best friend of over 30 yrs suggested I go for a ‘Top 20″. (Can you feel the love?!) Here goes:
Top 15 Abnormal Quirks of Me, Lenore Diane
1. Shy, yet shares everything within seconds.
2. Insists on mowing the grass uphill vs. going sideways.
3. Avoids flying, regardless of cost.
4. Rearranges furniture every couple of months.
5. Uses one side of the towel for drying off above her neck, and the other side of the towel for drying off below her neck.
6. Won’t let her boys have lollipops or gum.
7. Wears socks with sandals.
8. Sometimes wears turtlenecks to bed.
9. Rarely goes to a bar/restaurant without seeing someone she think she knows.
10. Rarely goes to a bar/restaurant and actually knows the person she thinks she knows.
11. Won’t wear shorts in the summer.
12. Blushes easily and vibrantly.
13. Has an obsession for men with long hair. (Not talking mullets, people.)
14. Obsessed with ice cream and prefers to eat it alone.
15. Paranoid about being judged. (Hmm . . . perhaps because she shares too much?)
Let the record show, I sat down with Rob and my friend to compile the above list. After several hours, Rob said “Maybe you’re not as crazy as we thought.”
Be sure to take care of yourself and others.
.:: The Real Ordinary
I sit corrected. Last week was not a plain and ordinary week; last week was an extraordinary week.
At the risk of being labeled an Eeyore, I’m beginning to think ‘ordinary’ weeks are weeks when the family is running non-stop, challenges pop up everywhere and the whine flows freely. And the extraordinary weeks? Extraordinary weeks are when the deadlines are few to non-existent, challenges are mere blips and dinners involve more than cans, boxes and bags. (Wait. Scratch that. Regardless of the week, our dinners come from cans, boxes and bags; but the food is organic – we are a health conscious family, people.) I digress . . .
Crazy is my new ‘ordinary’; ordinary is my new ‘extraordinary’; and this week was crazy ordinary!
10 Things About This Crazy Ordinary Week
10. One of my children hit another kid at school.
9. The same child pitched a fit at home, breaking his glasses.
8. The same child was dealing with an awful rash on his forearms, causing me to take him to the pediatrician.
7. The same child was advised to be treated for “Scabies”, just in case.
6. My trip to the Pharmacy (just before they closed) to pick up medication proved pointless, as I came home with the wrong medicine.
5. Due to my babbling big mouth, odd sense of humor and Facebook, my rash-free kid was banned from daycare for a day, due to the Scabies rash he did NOT have.
4. My rash-free child became sick with a cold, slept with me and cried all night.
3. The dinner date with my friend was canceled.
2. Work deadlines were met during non-working/should-be-sleeping hours.
1. Whine was the sound du jour – all week for all ages.
The crazy work week is now ending;
Bring on the weekend and start the mending.
This past week sure kicked my bum;
and, left me feeling a little glum.
So now, adult beverages I start blending.
.:: Is It Okay That I Don’t Miss You?
Though I talk about my blog with my boss, she does not read my posts much, if at all. Come to think of it, she doesn’t need to read my blog, because I pretty much tell her everything. [Big shock, I tell my boss everything; such an odd characteristic for such private person.] So, when I write that I absolutely love my boss, please know it is a genuine sentiment and not said to brown-nose.
Typically, I will go to my boss’ house twice a week – Tuesdays & Thursdays. Neither she nor I particularly love it when I go to her house. We appreciate our ‘work at home’ set up. More to the point, we appreciate working alone with little interruption. If I let my boss know I can’t make it to her house on a particular day, her response is usually a sarcastic “Darn.” And, when I am packing up and leaving my boss’ house, there’s a sort of ‘Don’t let the door hit you on the way out’ kind of vibe. We have a blast working together, so it is all in good fun; and, I love it.
Last week, I went to her house early in the week, leaving her Thursday and Friday to be alone. I did not return to her house until Thursday of this week (due to my kid being shunned from daycare for a day). When I walked in to her house, she wanted to have a quick look at me, because it had been several days since we had seen each other. We were both basking in the glow of having not seen each other in several days.
This morning, I let my boss know that I would not be coming to her house next Thursday, due to a parent/teacher conference at Joe’s school. My boss’ response? “Oh, bummer.”
Oh, you’re back again.
How long until you go home?
All done. Thanks. Goodbye.
.:: The Fam’damily
Tomorrow, we are packing up and heading to a family gathering for the day. One of my sisters is having all of us over to visit with cousins in town from Pennsylvania. I have not seen my siblings since the beginning of June, and I miss them. With the exception of one sister, we all live in Georgia. And, we see each other fairly regularly, but with Summer vacation – it’s been awhile since we’ve all gotten together.
I love my siblings. We are a crazy crew, a loud crew, an opinionated crew, a laughing crew and a crying crew; and, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so happy to end this Crazy Ordinary week with a reunion with my Freaky Family. Woo hoo!
Salutations Friday; Good to see you.
Nice that you brought a long weekend, too.
Thank you for coming and staying all day.
Let’s get on with it now; it is time to play.
Be sure to take care of yourself and others.
Sipping coffee while making lunch;
Packing food for my kid to munch.
Eat your breakfast, don’t be a fool;
Now get ready, it’s time for school.
Smiling at you, I love a bunch.
Many cars on the road;
Traffic during the work week,
Slowing to a crawl
And so begins a brand new day,
Staying busy – the American way.
Meetings, lunches, proposals due;
Do any big bosses have a clue?
Getting through it come what may.
Flip flops go flip flop.
Toes exposed for all to see;
Footloose is the sole.
Rolling along, going with the flow;
The day progresses, pleasantly so.
Tasks completed, going down the list.
Sipping on water, with a lemon twist.
Gathering items; it is time to go.
Back on the road, better look twice;
Rush hour travelers aren’t always nice.
The traffic reporters tell the tale,
As the stuck drivers start to wail.
Carpooling is the best advice.
Back at home again,
With dinner on the table.
What is for dessert?
Here’s hoping I have shared some cheer.
Excuse me now, I’d like a beer.
I wish you goodnight, and all the best.
Blah, blah, blah, you know the rest.
Y’all come back now, ya hear?!
While taking him to school on Monday, I realized I left his lunch at home. D’oh! No worries. I returned to the school, leaving Joe’s lunch with the gals at the front office. Later that day, while driving home from work, I realize, “ACK! I have to pick up Joe!“
Yes, on my way home from work, I drove straight home. I did not pass ‘Go’ and I did not collect my child. D’oh again! Fortunately, I realized the car was a little too quiet, and I missed the smiling “Mommy!” greeting I always receive when I pick up Joe. So, I quickly corrected my error, drove to the school, and got in the pick-up line behind all the ‘non-forgetful’ parents.
Routines of the school year in full swing.
Staying busy now through Spring.
Time for breakfast, rise and shine.
Drop off, pick up, and get in line.
Remember what to bring with string.
Apparently, you cannot celebrate a two pound weight loss by eating a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream two nights in a row, without gaining two pounds.
Oh well. Live, learn, and eat anyway.
Weight, weight don’t tell me.
I want to lose thee.
But, when ice cream is near, I am weak.
And, my quest for willpower remains bleak.
I shall never be ice cream free.
.::A Difference in Taste
First an aside: I absolutely love when Charlie asks us to turn on some music. Charlie doesn’t say ‘music’; Charlie says ‘muse-tik’. Rob and I love when he asks, “Can we here some muse-tik?”
Well, one afternoon, the boys were playing with Daddy and their friend, Joseph, in the basement. Joe asked Daddy to turn on some music, because he wanted Joseph to hear his favorite song. What is Joe’s favorite song? Corelli’s Christmas Concerto. Yes, you read that right. Joe’s favorite song is a classical music ‘song’. (When there are no lyrics is it still a song?)
I was upstairs in our bedroom, while the boys were listening to the music. I could hear Joe going on and on about how he loved it. He even asked Daddy to turn up the volume. Joe was trying to get Joseph involved by saying things like: “Don’t you like it Joseph?” “It’s a fast song.” “Oh! Here comes the best part!” And Joseph? Yeah, no. He was not interested. Joseph preferred playing with the air compressor to listening to classical music.
Our boys love music;
Jamming to whatever they hear,
Classical through rock.
And finally, the day after the Monday Meltdown, Joe said he made a surprise for me. I could only imagine the surprise Joe was going to make for a Mom that sent him to bed without supper the previous night.
Much to my surprise, Joe came running to me with a note that read, “you are the greatest mommy ever. love, joe.”
The highs and lows.
The giggles and woes.
The ups and downs.
The smiles and frowns.
And so my love still grows.
My day is filled with many routines. One of my favorite routines is enjoying a fresh cup of coffee, while the house is still quiet. I set my alarm early in the morning, specifically to sip my coffee in silence. I enjoy my last routine of the day, too: going to bed.
Most every night, when I go to bed, I lie on my right side reflecting about the day. Oftentimes, ideas for posts fill my head, but because I am comfy in my bed, I don’t make an effort to write my prize winning thoughts down. Though it rarely happens, I continue to tell myself I will remember my ideas in the morning.
In addition to blog ideas, I think about my friends and family. I review what took place during the day, and I consider what may take place tomorrow. And finally, when I have exhausted my mind with thought, I say a prayer.
Once I am done praying, I turn and lie on my back. I listen to the insects of the night and feel the wind on my face from the ceiling fan rotating overhead. I lie there quietly for a few minutes, until I get the urge to turn and lay on my left side. Once on my left side, I snuggle in and drift off to sleep, dreaming of my coffee in the morning.
Starting my day with a cup of Joe.
Quiet time moving nice and slow.
The sun rises up and fills the sky.
Soon, the day passes quickly by.
And, off to bed I go.
They were running towards me, each holding a Ziploc bag. As they grew near, I could tell they were not bringing me cookies. I began to get nervous.
“Look!” Joe said proudly. “Cicada shells.”
Yes. My boys surprised me with two Ziploc bags containing several Cicada shells. They love me. My boys really love me. (And, I love Ziploc bags!)
Creepy, crawly bugs
An Entomologist’s dream
.:Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end
Today, I took Joe to Suzann’s house for the last time. He starts kindergarten on Monday. If you’ve grown tired of me talking about Joe’s first day away from Suzann’s house and in school, rest assured the topic is nearing the end.
I walked into Suzann’s house with a bag full of small containers of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream for the classroom. Suzann greeted me, while busily blowing up balloons. On the buffet I noticed three freshly made blueberry pancakes on a plate in the shape J, O and E. The preparations for celebrating Joe’s promotion were underway.
Before leaving, I handed Suzann a book I created, documenting the years Joe spent with her. We both looked at each other, holding back tears. She has played such a big role in Joe’s life, for which I am grateful.
As Joe closes the door to Suzann’s house and opens the door to his new school, I am reminded of an excerpt from Robert Fulghum’s book, ‘All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten‘:
All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sand-pile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life – learn some and think some
and draw and paint and sing and dance and play
and work every day some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic,
hold hands, and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup:
The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody
really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even
the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die.
So do we.
And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books
and the first word you learned – the biggest
word of all – LOOK.
I believe Robert Fulghum nailed the simplicity of life; though we continue to junk it up with gunk – or gunk it up with junk. Either way, as I watch Joe begin his journey in school, I hope he ignores the gunk and junk and keeps life simple. And, I will do my best to remember the lessons of kindergarten, making my life simpler, too.
So begins your school age years.
No doubt I will shed some tears.
Go forth, have fun, keep an open mind.
Listen. Question. Look. Be kind.
And do your best to face your fears.