Siesta Key, FL. 8/17/10. {love}
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Another House Dream
7 years ago
Saturday, August 28, 2010
RAWR!
It happened! It happened!
No, not that elusive, only-ever-talking-about-it, never-happening, hard-to-attain size 6.
No, not *that*, either.
No, I didn't win a Pulitzer.
No, I didn't prepare a 3-course meal for my family. (Does McD's count when you get a sandwich, fries, and a drink?)
No, no lottery winnings...
Okay...are you ready?
I became a momma bear, ready and willing to attack for the sake of my kids.
Wednesday, Miles was playing in his first 8th grade football game, and he took a cheap shot (late hit in the back) by another player (#20, I don't know your name, but I have your number!). I watched it happen, saw Miles get up, and I suddenly had the urge to run out to the field and tackle that #20 (did you hear me? I have your number!). Luckily, my rational, logical side kept me sitting still...sitting on that bleacher as if I had super glue stuck to my ass.
Then, last night Ella called to tell me goodnight (she's at Eben's for the weekend). In our conversation, we chit chatted for a few about radom things and she finally says, "Mommy, guess what happened?" I said, "Tell me baby. Tell mommy what happened." She then proceeds to tell me that she fell down on the wet floor at "Bob Heavens" (Bob Evans) and hurt her mouth. I asked how hurt is hurt. She told me it was all bloody. Instantly, my stomach rolled, mouth went dry, and those floor moppers at Bob Heavens should thank their ever-lovin' lucky stars that I was in Newark and not Zanesville or I would have beat them to death with their mop.
Granted, the rational, logical side of me says that she probably did not heed the "Warning: Wet Floor" sign (she is, after all, almost four and not truly able to read signage that warns of imminent danger). However, my baby was hurt, and someone was going to pay for it. That's the primal instinct of a momma bear.
YAY!
No, not that elusive, only-ever-talking-about-it, never-happening, hard-to-attain size 6.
No, not *that*, either.
No, I didn't win a Pulitzer.
No, I didn't prepare a 3-course meal for my family. (Does McD's count when you get a sandwich, fries, and a drink?)
No, no lottery winnings...
Okay...are you ready?
I became a momma bear, ready and willing to attack for the sake of my kids.
Wednesday, Miles was playing in his first 8th grade football game, and he took a cheap shot (late hit in the back) by another player (#20, I don't know your name, but I have your number!). I watched it happen, saw Miles get up, and I suddenly had the urge to run out to the field and tackle that #20 (did you hear me? I have your number!). Luckily, my rational, logical side kept me sitting still...sitting on that bleacher as if I had super glue stuck to my ass.
Then, last night Ella called to tell me goodnight (she's at Eben's for the weekend). In our conversation, we chit chatted for a few about radom things and she finally says, "Mommy, guess what happened?" I said, "Tell me baby. Tell mommy what happened." She then proceeds to tell me that she fell down on the wet floor at "Bob Heavens" (Bob Evans) and hurt her mouth. I asked how hurt is hurt. She told me it was all bloody. Instantly, my stomach rolled, mouth went dry, and those floor moppers at Bob Heavens should thank their ever-lovin' lucky stars that I was in Newark and not Zanesville or I would have beat them to death with their mop.
Granted, the rational, logical side of me says that she probably did not heed the "Warning: Wet Floor" sign (she is, after all, almost four and not truly able to read signage that warns of imminent danger). However, my baby was hurt, and someone was going to pay for it. That's the primal instinct of a momma bear.
YAY!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Slipping Away
Today, looking out the front window, I looked closely at the leaves already on the ground and the changing colors still in the trees. It won't be long until fall comes. Fall...oh fall. Fall makes me crazy. The leaves falling make me want to dig my nails into the last remaining days of summer and make them stay around a little longer.
Stay longer so I can enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the easy pace of no real schedules. Stay longer so I can enjoy my tank tops, bikini, and shorts. Stay longer so I can wear flip flops and forget about the 45+ pairs of high heels in the closet for a little bit.
Fall coming makes me pace in circles; makes me want to clean my house with the windows open one last time. Fall coming makes me want to stay awake later so I can enjoy the warm temps more and get more time on the deck.
For the next few weeks, if you need me, find me on the deck...soaking it all up and enjoying the last remants of summer. Of course, in my tank top, flip flops, and shorts. I'll be working on keeping my tan a little longer.
Stay longer so I can enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the easy pace of no real schedules. Stay longer so I can enjoy my tank tops, bikini, and shorts. Stay longer so I can wear flip flops and forget about the 45+ pairs of high heels in the closet for a little bit.
Fall coming makes me pace in circles; makes me want to clean my house with the windows open one last time. Fall coming makes me want to stay awake later so I can enjoy the warm temps more and get more time on the deck.
For the next few weeks, if you need me, find me on the deck...soaking it all up and enjoying the last remants of summer. Of course, in my tank top, flip flops, and shorts. I'll be working on keeping my tan a little longer.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Hot Summer Nights
It's been awhile yet again. Sigh. I can't get blog followers if I don't give them something to read. Once again, I'm going to try to be a better blogger and write more. I have found that writing does something for me... calms me... allows me to express myself... puts my thoughts and feelings out for the world to see.
We just returned from an awesome vacation last night. We took the kids to Siesta Key for our first family vacation. Miles is ready to leave Zanesville behind; pack his iPod, cell phone, and swim trunks and take off forever. Ella wants to collect seashells by the seashore (or oceanside) for the rest of her life. Dave and I just want to escape this small town and the small minds that reside here.
Many things about vacation reminded me of how lucky I am...lucky to be on vacation at all, lucky to have family as awesome as mine, lucky to be in love with a wonderful man and his son, and lucky to see the world through the eyes of an almost-four-year-old (as she told everyone she met!).
My aunt gave me a picture of my grandparents while I was at her house. It's a picture I will forever treasure. A picture that shows them both with their heads back laughing. Even though the picture does not show their eyes, I can see the twinkle there. I can see my grandparents in a happy, joyful time, and I will forever have this picture to show to my own grandchildren when I tell them about my grandparents and how special they were to me. So precious.
Today, we have taken it easy. We have been depressed to not be on vacation anymore. I have spent time looking at houses for sale at the beach and thinking about what it will take for us to have a vacation place of our own. Anyone interested in purchasing a beach house with us? We'll share! lol
We just returned from an awesome vacation last night. We took the kids to Siesta Key for our first family vacation. Miles is ready to leave Zanesville behind; pack his iPod, cell phone, and swim trunks and take off forever. Ella wants to collect seashells by the seashore (or oceanside) for the rest of her life. Dave and I just want to escape this small town and the small minds that reside here.
Many things about vacation reminded me of how lucky I am...lucky to be on vacation at all, lucky to have family as awesome as mine, lucky to be in love with a wonderful man and his son, and lucky to see the world through the eyes of an almost-four-year-old (as she told everyone she met!).
My aunt gave me a picture of my grandparents while I was at her house. It's a picture I will forever treasure. A picture that shows them both with their heads back laughing. Even though the picture does not show their eyes, I can see the twinkle there. I can see my grandparents in a happy, joyful time, and I will forever have this picture to show to my own grandchildren when I tell them about my grandparents and how special they were to me. So precious.
Today, we have taken it easy. We have been depressed to not be on vacation anymore. I have spent time looking at houses for sale at the beach and thinking about what it will take for us to have a vacation place of our own. Anyone interested in purchasing a beach house with us? We'll share! lol
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