I haven’t wanted to blog much lately but it’s not for a lack of things on my mind.
In fact, I have had many things racing through my brain for the last month or so. More specifically, I have been thinking about the cycles of life. I suppose this has nothing at all to do with my approaching 37th birthday next week…
Age may be just a number but as those numbers get increasing larger for all those close to me, I have to be frank and say that it scares the living hell out of me.
I’m not scared of how many years I have lived; I am more scared of how many I have left. As the scale tips from one end to the other, I have become more aware – so much more – of the people in my life and where their scale is, where mine is.
I am not doing this to be cynical; I am more of a realist. The bottom line is, we only have so many years in this world and the truly unfair part is that we have no idea how many – and you know, I think that kind of sucks.
My daughter is going to be 17 in a few months and I am seriously having a hard time wrapping my head around that. In one year, she will be graduating from high school and plans to leap out into the world heart first. When did this happen? How fast time flies when we are busy working and planning and stressing and cleaning.
My Mom is in her 60’s and my grandmother her mid 80’s. This happened when? I celebrate their birthdays every single year but apparently I wasn’t keeping track. A decade went by in a flash.
I am going to be 37 in one week. When I hear myself bringing up something from high school and I realize that it was almost 20 years ago, it just floors me.
The sad thing about time is that you can’t go back. I don’t regret the way I have lived my life but I know that if I could go back, there are a few things I would change. I know I would have slowed down a bit – I have always been in kind of a hurry.
The good thing about time is that it can help you maintain some perspective.
I am definitely trying to pull things in perspective – after 37 years, you would think I would have the hang of it.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Time.
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Thursday, March 5, 2009
Letter to my daughter – jobs, cars and responsibility
Dear Dakotah,
Congratulations, you got a job yesterday! I couldn’t be more excited for you. I am so happy that you found some place you will enjoy and have managed to get a position that will really apply towards college.
Being employed means having money, knowing that more money is coming next week. It’s having some independence, making new friends and learning new things. Its about responsibility, dependability and commitment.
This last year has been one of milestones for you and realities for me. You turned 16 and got your license, found a career path that you finally are excited about and now you have your first job. This has also been the best your grades have ever been. Such great, great milestones.
For me, these milestones are realities. Realities that you are growing up. Just today on the way to work, I realized that you having a job means that you might not be home everyday to greet me and ask how my day was. You might not be able to join me on our daily walks in the spring. We may have to schedule girls nights less often. You may miss out on family dinners, shopping trips, hiking and geocaching. This will be a hard adjustment for me but in contrast, a help with the impending transition of when you move out on your own. “Might not” will turn into “won’t be” and those moments of our life, will be a part of the past.
As children get older, we parents look back and wonder how we could have done things differently. Should I have cooked family dinners more? Should I have read more stories to you? Should there have been more laughter and less discipline or less laughter and more discipline? Was I supportive enough, nurturing enough or strict enough? As a parent, I am always second guessing my choices of the past.
Above all my own sadness and insecurities of the changing landscape of our family, I am truly excited for you. These milestones are change; change towards your adult life where you will be able to make your own decisions, walk your own path and follow your own heart.
Wherever life may take you, I am proud for who your have become. I am thankful for all the walks and chats and movies and bike rides; arguments and disappointments and yes, even those milestones.
Here’s to the next step kiddo!
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A plea for spring...
Dear Spring,
Please accept this plea of desperation. I don't know how long you have been gone, months it seems - but I miss you. I want you to come back. Even though you make the days longer(which I secretly enjoy), I need your warmth and familiarity.
Here are some reasons why I need you:
1. I'm tired of my skin feeling like sand paper from winter. Winter just doesn't understand how uncomfortable it makes me feel.
2. My hair is flying in every direction and I look like I stuck my finger is alight socket on most days.
3. When I touch a light socket (or a light switch or my car door or my doggies) I receive a nice shocking reminder of the dryness winter brings.
4. Winter is bland and dull but you bring color to the world again. You even smell better than winter does, fresh and renewed.
5. My ass would greatly appreciate the walks every evening after work. Winter just doesn't support my exercise habits like you do and I feel like it silently laughs at the 7 pounds I have gained over the last 4 months.
6. My car is filthy and could really use a good cleaning. Winter just doesn't seem to care about my car the way you do.
7. I miss seeing my Greyhounds running with madness in the backyard. They don't have much fur or fat, so they cant hang out with winter for long. They need you spring, they need the exercise too!
8. Grilling on the deck just doesn't work in 18 degrees of winter. Instead I am inside, eating too many carbs and too much sugar. With you spring, my whole family eats healthier - though I might drink a few more Margaritas on the deck but that's not the point.
9. My legs have become a very offensive shade of white, since winter doesn't give me a whole lot of time to soak up my daily allowance of vitamin D.
10. You bring me Cadbury Mini Eggs.
Please oh spring, my wonderful spring. Hurry up, we are all waiting. We are tired of winter for now and welcome a break from the cold!
Posted by Melissa at 9:51 AM 2 comments
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Letter to my daughter...
Dear Dakotah,
Some days I wake up and I can’t believe that you are a teenager.
Gone are the days of pink flip flops, huggy bear and your obsession with maraschino cherries. How I miss the way you called me Mommy and the bike rides in our neighborhood. My vibrant, excited, sensitive and curious little girl has become a passionate, moody, creative and lovely teenager.
So, a teenager you are and on the horizon loom your high school graduation, decisions about college, marriage and a family (eventually). You will move away from home, have your own rules and not inform me about every single step you take in your day. I won’t see you daily, go for walks every afternoon or say good night to you as you walk up the stairs to your bedroom. While you presumably are (and should be) excited about all these changes, I will no doubt be crushed for some time.
While I hope I have raised you to be an independent and strong female (with a pinch of selfishness in your decisions) I also hope that when its time to find a partner in life, that you will choose with a level head and a big heart.
The hardest part for me in your transition to adult hood will be that my job in taking care of you, will eventually belong to someone else. That someone should love you and care for you and bring you soup when you are sick. That someone should not be verbally, mentally or physically abusive. Your someone should encourage your dreams, support your ideas and nurture that wonderful passion for creativity that I have come to love so much. They should keep you safe from harm, provide a beautiful and peaceful life and be a great parent to your children (I know you will have kids someday). They should be with you for who you are and not what they think they can make you into. They should love all your faults and moods and craziness. You should do the same for them.
This letter will be the first of many, as I prepare for the coming years. I feel like there are so many things I need to tell you or remind you about. I am second guessing myself, wondering if I have prepared you adequately for life – if that’s even possible.
I am excited to see where your life goes but nervous that you will face challenges that no parent wants for their child. I know that we all learn from challenges, which make us stronger and smarter with our decisions. It’s never easy to watch someone you love struggle or fail.
And so I stand at the ready.
Love always,
Mom
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Diary of a snow shoveler..
In light of all the snow and ice in the Bluegrass these past two weeks, I thought this post would be appropriate. Luckily, our ice and snow have not been as bad as the diary below but at least its puts it all into perspective!
Please note that this humorous diary is not my own writing, it was an email my Dad forwarded me last year. I don't know who the author is but this cracks me up every time I read it.
December 8 - 6:00 PM
It started to snow. The first snow of the season and the wife and I took our cocktails and sat for hours by the window watching the huge soft flakes drift down from heaven. It looked like a Grandma Moses Print. So romantic we felt like newlyweds again. I love snow!
December 9
We woke to a beautiful blanket of crystal white snow covering every inch of the landscape. What a fantastic sight! Can there be a more lovely place in the whole world? Moving here was the best idea I've ever had! Shoveled for the first time in years and felt like a boy again. I did both our driveway and the sidewalks. This afternoon the snowplow came along and covered up the sidewalks and closed in the driveway, so I got to shovel again. What a perfect life!
December 12
The sun has melted all our lovely snow. Such a disappointment! My neighbor tells me not to worry- we'll definitely have a white Christmas. No snow on Christmas would be awful! Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow again. I don't think that's possible. Bob is such a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.
December 14
Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night. The temperature dropped to -20. The cold makes everything sparkle so. The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks. This is the life! The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again. I didn't realize I would have to do quite this much shoveling, but I'll certainly get back in shape this way. I wish l wouldn't huff and puff so.
December 15
20 inches forecast. Sold my van and bought a 4x4 Blazer. Bought snow tires for the wife's car and 2 extra shovels. Stocked the freezer. The wife wants a wood stove in case the electricity goes out. I think that's silly. We aren't in Alaska, after all.
December 16
Ice storm this morning. Fell on my ass on the ice in the driveway putting down salt. Hurt like hell. The wife laughed for an hour, which I think was very cruel.
December 17
Still way below freezing. Roads are too icy to go anywhere. Electricity was off for 5 hours. I had to pile the blankets on to stay warm. Nothing to do but stare at the wife and try not to irritate her. Guess I should've bought a wood stove, but won't admit it to her. God I hate it when she's right. I can't believe I'm freezing to death in my own living room.
December 20
Electricity's back on, but had another 14 inches of the damn stuff lastnight. More shoveling! Took all day. The damn snowplow came by twice. Tried to find a neighbor kid to shovel, but they said they're too busy playing hockey. I think they're lying. Called the only hardware store around to see about buying a snow blower and they're out. Might have another shipment in March. I think they're lying. Bob says I have to
shovel or the city will have it done and bill me. I think he's lying.
December 22
Bob was right about a white Christmas because 13 more inches of the white shit fell today, and it's so cold, it probably won't melt till August. Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up to go out to shovel and then I had to piss. By the time I got undressed, pissed and dressed again, I was too tired to shovel. Tried to hire Bob who has a plow on his truck for the rest of the winter, but he says he's too busy. I think the asshole is lying.
December 23
Only 2 inches of snow today. And it warmed up to 0. The wife wanted me to decorate the front of the house this morning. What is she, nuts?!! Why didn't she tell me to do that a month ago? She says she did but I think she's lying.
December 24
6 inches - Snow packed so hard by snowplow, l broke the shovel. Thought I was having a heart attack. If I ever catch the son of a bitch who drives that snow plow, I'll drag him through the snow by his balls and beat him to death with my broken shovel. I know he hides around the corner and waits for me to finish shoveling and then he comes down the street at a 100 miles an hour and throws snow all over where I've just been! Tonight the wife wanted me to sing Christmas carols with her and open our presents, but I was too busy watching for the damn snowplow.
December 25
Merry f---ing Christmas! 20 more inches of the damn slop tonight - Snowed in. The idea of shoveling makes my blood boil. God, I hate the snow! Then the snowplow driver came by asking for a donation and I hit him over the head with my shovel. The wife says I have a bad attitude. I think she's a fricking idiot. If I have to watch "It's A Wonderful Life" one more time, I'm going to stuff her into the microwave.
December 26
Still snowed in. Why the hell did I ever move here? It was all HER idea. She's really getting on my nerves.
December 27
Temperature dropped to -30 and the pipes froze; plumber came after 14 hours of waiting for him, he only charged me $1,400 to replace all my pipes.
December 28
Warmed up to above -20. Still snowed in. The BITCH is driving me crazy!!!
December 29
10 more inches. Bob says I have to shovel the roof or it could cave in. That's the silliest thing I ever heard. How dumb does he think I am?
December 30
Roof caved in. I beat up the snow plow driver, and now he is suing me for a million dollars, not only the beating I gave him, but also for trying to shove the broken snow shovel up his ass. The wife went home to her mother. Nine more inches predicted.
December 31
I set fire to what's left of the house. No more shoveling.
January 8
Feel so good. I just love those little white pills they keep giving me. Why am I tied to the bed?
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Labels: humor
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
One last time.. at least for now.
I love to plan vacations.
When its time to think about going on a family vacation, I become obsessed with researching destinations. Vacation is our time to unwind, get away from the routine of life and to experience something new. Our household consists of eager and willing travelers, all armed with passports and a zest for experiencing new places. We have the entire world at our fingertips and aside from any time and financial limitations, we are ready to go just about anywhere. Sometimes vacations are all three of us or a combination of two; but no matter where we go or what we do, family vacations have become a defining factor in my life and life with my daughter and husband.
Vacations for us have become adventures – we swam with dolphins in Curacao, marveled at a butterfly farm in St Maarten, smelled chocolate in the air of Hershey Pennsylvania. Our feet walked the streets of NY in 40 degree weather, nostalgically adored the fall leaves of New England, sat in Fenway Park. We have wine tasted in Napa, enjoyed the simple, bayside feel of Bar Harbor Maine where we ate great seafood and wore sweatshirts for the misty tender ride from our cruise ship. We’ve hoofed it around the streets of Chicago, collected shells on the Gulf of Mexico, and attended the NBA championship parade for the Celtics in Boston. Gondola rides in Gatlinburg, every Disney Park you can imagine... I could go on for days recalling memories of vacations over the years.
But yesterday on my drive home for work, I was hit with a realization that I was not ready for.
In 2009, we will go on our last family vacation.
My daughter will be a senior in the fall, so the summer of 2010 she will have graduated high school and will begin a new type of life. College, travel and friends will fill her scheduled where our family traditions once did.
Am I ready for that? No way. Am I excited for her? Definitely. I can’t wait to see what she does with her life. My creative, silly, intense, stubborn, combative, beautiful daughter will be making her own decisions.
October 2009 wis our scheduled vacation and the hunt has already begun for a kick ass destination. I’ve toyed with visiting Germany, England and even Romania (Dakotah would love to visit Vlad’s castle) but with only 7 days, going overseas really isn’t practical.
A cruise? A cabin in Montana? A big city?
While our destination is currently unknown, one thing is for sure. We will create lasting memories to treasure and a tradition that I hope Dakotah shares with her children someday. Show them the world, so they can appreciate and understand people and cultures other than their own little 3 block radius.
Here's to a final vacation!
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Wednesday, December 31, 2008
With the latest installment from Nostradumbass, I have been reminded that it’s that time of year again…
For me, the closing of a year is a time to reflect upon the accomplishments, adversities, triumphs and failures, beginnings and endings and all the lovely and maddening things in between.
This year was filled with so many things, from the exciting to the sad.
Here is my year in review:
I finally finished college this year after a decade of continuous learning. I reached this point with a bittersweet remorse, as I wondered what I would do with all that time I spent on homework and tests. Luckily enough, I have had no trouble filling that void with fun and interesting things. Curiously enough, I don’t miss school as I had feared I would.
I was reminded this year about the vulnerability in life; the fragility of it all. I lost a close friend in April, in a rather tragic way. I often wonder about her, if I could have helped the situation; if I should have intervened. What’s done is done but I do know one thing – I will never sit back quietly while someone is struggling with a dangerous situation. Ever.
I have confirmed that there IS a switch that flips on every 16 year old, releasing their innermost madness and chaos and frustrating attempts at independence. This has by far been my most difficult year with my daughter.
I learned that when picking a cruise, one should be sure to research the average age passenger of the ship you are going on. Failure to do so can lead to 7 days of lingering flatulence assaulting my senses, Alpha Alpha Alpha emergencies, assisting sweet and helpless ladies in their night gowns off the floor and VERY early nights at the bars. I have nothing against the elderly at all, I’m just not there yet and don’t want to spend my vacation feeling like I am 30 feet from my grave.
We bought a new car for me this year, it’s the first Audi I’ve ever owned and I adore it. It’s red, which was a HUGE step for me. I have traditionally hated red anything, so maybe I’m having a mid life crisis. Who knows.
This year we came to a clear realization that we do not want to live in Kentucky anymore. We plan to move in the next 2-3 years either to Portland Oregon or Boston. I can’t wait for the next adventure!
Dakotah and I continued our girls’ night tradition pretty strongly throughout 2008. We saw many movies, painted at The Mad Potter and spent countless hours at Joseph Beth bookstore.
Photography as a hobby was high on my list of achievements this year. I took so many pictures with the camera I received for Christmas 2007. I documented the spring flowers, the crazy spring snow, Greyhounds running, geocaching locations, the gorgeous Lexington Cemetery in spring and fall (still waiting for snow to capture the winter!) and various family events.
This was the year of Apple in our home, as we started scooping up various Apple products left and right – a 24” iMac, two iPhones, iTouch, Apple TV and the Apple Time Machine. If money had permitted, we would have a few Macbooks and maybe an iPhone for Dakotah. Ah well, there is always 2009!
Sadly, I have realized just how depressing it is to have to work my life away. The drive I once had to have a hugely successful career has tapered off – partly because I just hate accounting and partly because I am not at a company that provides challenge, opportunity and development. This has really turned me sour on working in general. With the appropriate resources (ie: millions) I would surely travel the world until I collapsed from exhaustion.
I have laughed a lot more this year, louder and more often than I can remember at any other time in my life.
I discovered that my daughter needs me more than she cares to admit.
I read the entire Harry Potter series again and loved it even more than the first time.
I buckled down on random spending, which resulted in paying off some serious bills in a record amount of time. This has given us a new sense of financial freedom, one which I have not felt for close to a decade.
I realized that no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse – and they usually are for someone else somewhere. Perspective is a huge part of being happy.
It was again evident to me that Chicago is a fantastic city and I truly believe that city living will suit me.
I remembered what a great cook my husband is and how much I enjoy his Chicken BBQ pizzas on the grill.
I have watched my daughter slowly transform again this year – becoming more mature, more compassionate, wiser and more rebellious and combative. No matter how angry I get at the latter, it’s beautiful nonetheless.
Looking ahead for 2009….
I see another great vacation, one of the last we will experience before Dakotah goes to college.
I expect more great times with family and friends, more so than in 2008. As time goes on, these moments become more precious to me.
Hiking and geocaching will continue to become some out of favorite past times. When the weather recovers from this bitter cold, we will again be outside enjoying the fresh air.
This will be another year of conflict with my daughter, as she continues to grow into the fantastic woman I know she will be.
Kurt and I will continue to be the best of friends, again sharing new and exciting experiences and planning our adventures in the future.
We will be making some random large purchases in the coming year, mostly for entertainment and enjoyment.
An MLB game needs to be somewhere in our 2009 agenda. Preferably the Red Sox.
Life as we know it, will remain wonderful.
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