Oh that is so me, from the time my feet hit the floor in the morning I am figuring out what I am having for breakfast, then on to lunch and dinner, with a few well placed snacks tossed in and depending on my mood maybe even some chocolate. I can’t fathom people who just eat for pure sustenance and not for the enjoyment of food and people that “forget to eat”? That is something I could never do anymore than I could forget to breathe. I am a Foodie, pure and simple, I love to cook, saute, sear, fry, bake, steam, poach, you name it, I will try it!!!
I have my list of favorite foods, seafood, pasta (you might think I was Italian not Irish) a good beef tenderloin, a great steak, Eggs Benedict, and crusty bread. And not much beats a fantastic rare burger with lettuce, tomato, mayo and some ketchup. Cheesecake, either plain or flavored, good decadent chocolate cake with chocolate frosting tops the dessert list. Who am I kidding if it is chocolate it tops the dessert list.
All of these reasons are why I constantly fight the “Battle of The Bulge” on a daily basis, as a good friend of mine has been known to say. “I can do some serious damage with a fork”, that is why I have resigned myself to love my curves and love the gym. Together we can make my love of food and the knowledge that I live to eat, not eat to live work.
Today was the last day, I dropped Connor off at Drivers Ed. In just short of a month he will take the Permit test at the Massachusetts RMV, and then about 6 months after that they will give my baby a driver’s license. Where the hell did the time go? I am sure that he was really just 5 a few months ago, how is he going to be 16 years old? My mom told me to hold on tight to them and don’t wish their lives away. Stop wishing for them to sleep the night, go to pre-school, kindergarten, graduate from elementary school, go to middle school and then on to high school. I wish I had listened.
Don’t get me wrong, I love both of my boys, actually young men in their own rights. I just sometimes miss the little boys they were at times. The boys who came in covered in mud from the Wiles household to show me whatever they had made and what kind of mess they were covered in. Those are memories I will cherish forever.
I was recently having a conversation with a long time friend, this person and I have been friends since Kindergarten, so to say we have history is a mild understatement. We were talking about our high school experience and how mine differed from his. He was a 3 letter “Jock” and I was a brainy shy girl. Yet we coexisted in the microcosm of a very small high school. A class of 121 in a school of just over 600.
Our main discussion revolved around how our generation contains the first women who played high school sports due in part to Title IX. In our parents generation our moms had the choice of being cheerleaders or no sport at all. We really concluded that in small rural schools like ours high school girls embraced that and chose that rather than to be a “girly girl”. In effect we went to the opposite extreme of our moms . No June Cleaver vacuuming in her heels and pearls for us. We were sneakers and jeans, hair in ponytails and keeping up with the boys. That didn’t mean that we didn’t have our class couples, but the power couples were both Jocks of the male and female variety.
I played field hockey in high school, a cross between a girly sport and good old hockey. Dress us in kilts and arm us with sticks, but there is nothing dangerous about that, lol.
All in all as I look at my kids and their high school experiences, they are still as pigeonholed as we were over 30 years ago, but the girls in 2016 have figured out how to be a little more feminine and athletic all at the same time. They learned from their moms, still no vacuuming with the pearls June Cleaver, but who the hell wants to vacuum with heels and pearls anyway?
For as long as I can remember my family has been full of needles. NOT that kind, the crafty kind. My Nana was a Knitter, my Jama too, Aunt Ida would Crochet and mom did Cruel. I could barely sew on a button and only if out of sheer desperation can I hem a pair of pants. My Nana could knit, watch TV and carry on a comprehensive conversation, but she was left handed there was no way she was teaching any of us. A friend of my mom’s finally taught her how to knit, and my mom has knit more baby and toddler sweaters than I have fingers and toes to keep track of them on.
More than once Mom has tried to teach me to knit, it has always ended it needles tossed angrily and tarn tangled in a pile. About a month ago I got the bright idea that I could learn to crochet. It was only 1 needle, and how hard could it be? Oh let me tell you much harder than it looks. Mom tried, my friend Nina tried, I resigned myself to the fact I was a needle crafting failure.
On a lark I went to Walmart, got some cheap knitting needles, downloaded some YouTube videos and gave it a whirl. The first time was a disaster, the next time… Success!! I can knit.. I am working on a scarf, I changed yarn colors twice and even successfully picked up a dropped stitch from 2 rows before. I think I have joined the ranks of the needle crafter’s. Thank you for teaching me the special handshake and letting me in. #blogging101
Today is day 2 of the silly little snow storm that could. All in all we probably got 5″ out of this little bugger, but he brought with him some intense cold.
This morning was odd, just truly odd.. Check out the time line to see what I mean.
2:00 am: Hubby gets up to let dog out and back in
3:00 am: Hubby’s alarm goes off (his dad is having eye surgery today).. After 5 minutes I poke him and he realizes that his for him and gets up
3:30 am: Hubby leaves after a shower, needs to plow silly snow before picking up his Dad and heading to hospital
3:50 am: Dog barks, waking me from a sound sleep, to go out.. She comes back in 5 min later. Ps it is 10* outside, Brr. ❄❄
4:20 am: Kyle’s alarm starts to go off.. I ignore it for 10 minutes, cover my head with a pillow, shut my door, but the beeping is obnoxious. 🎶
5:15 am:. Kyle finally gets up and gets his brother up.
5:30 am: I attempt to doze off and the cat begins to tap at my nose, like nope you are up. 🐱
By now I have a headache from hell from logging all of maybe 5 hours of sleep all night, Kyle is starting to hack and cough because Connor has shared the head cold with him. I give up turn my phone on and check Facebook.
I was scrolling through Facebook this evening and this Meme caught my eye. It actually made me bust out laughing. Full flown belly laughs. The kind where I expected someone in my house to ask me “What is so funny Mom?” No one did, which was a good thing.
In light of today’s events this meme just sums everything up completely.
1. The snow storm that was forecasted didn’t arrive till late today.
2. Connor had no school due to aforementioned snow storm
3. I stayed home from work due to the same storm.
4. The snow didn’t arrive till at least Noon, instead of 9. What is up with that?
5. Connor is getting over the “Head Cold” from hell. Please join me in hoping he doesn’t share it with me.
6. Hubby has been in a foul mood for over 24 hrs with no explanation.
7. The Groundhog completely screwed up the forecast and now Winter is here!!??
8. Now the snow I stayed home today to avoid driving in. Is on the ground to drive to work in tomorrow.
9. Along with snow the Groundhog brought ridiculously cold Temps.
10. Today was Monday.. Grrr. That explains all of the above craziness
I’m a little late to the party but over a year into this endeavor I am taking an online Blogging Course. The first assignment is:
Why we blog?
It sounds an awful lot like.. Why is there air? I blog because I need to, I need to express myself through writing, get all my emotions out.
Why a blog vs a Diary?
I had a diary as a teenage girl, just like every other girl. But it was hidden away, that was part of the mystique. A blog is public, elicits comments from my followers and my Facebook friends. I don’t always like those comments, but that is the nature of the beast.
What topics Do I Want to Cover?
Now this is tricky, I don’t necessarily have a list of topics. I write about what strikes me at the moment. It could be something going on in my life. The political climate, my job, my friends, my family, or something that I come across on Facebook or the Internet that I find interesting or disturbing. In short I write about anything and everything that strikes my fancy at the moment.
Who do I want my Blog to Reach?
This one is easy, everyone on the planet that can read. But I need to be realistic. Without advertising and marketing help that is unlikely to happen. So I will have to be content with writing and reaching the ones that I do.
How Long Will I Blog?
My kids have said that eventually my Blog will get me in trouble. It may have already done that, I don’t know. I do know that I will blog until it is no longer cathartic to me. I would hope that if anything I wrote or write about offends someone they would come to me, so that I can address it.