Relax

This has not been a good day. Something that was supposed to happen, that someone in a position of making it happen said would happen, didn't happen, mainly because that someone renigged on her word and now I am not only back to square one I think I may have moved into negative numbers.

I have also made the decision I spoke about earlier, more on that another time. On top of all this, today's is Adam's bday and he is refusing to go out for a traditional birthday dinner. Then to top it off, my daughter told me "Fuck you" today. Doesn't that just put the cherry on top of the shit pile?

In an effort to relax, I turn to my computer (it seems to be my closest confidante of late). I found these cool Singing Bowls at Silver Sky. Tradition holds that each Crystal Singing Bowl is manufactured to create a beautiful song perfect for meditation and healing. I could sure use some meditation and healing right now. They have many different types of relaxation methods most related to Yoga and such. I have tried Yoga once and it was simply not my cup of tea. Let's just say I had more coming out of me, than I would like to emit in public.

this cool video I found on You Tube shows you the cool sounds, I could start relaxing now.











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Baby

My baby turns 19 today.

Happy Birthday Adam, I love you!

Bee Well and Walk

“Walking, walking, seems so easy now, but I remember when I was small and I did not know how. I would take two steps and then fall down and bump my bottom on the ground.”

Those are song lyrics that were on a kid’s cd when Adam was little, and I guess is one that Caitlyn listens to at Josh’s house, cuz I heard her singing it the other day. It is also, kinda how I felt about the big walk I took.

After the March of Dimes walk last week, I thought I was definitely going to be incapacitated forever. I couldn’t imaging ever being able to walk any distance again. But guess what? That walk didn’t kill me. Yeah, I was sore as hell for days afterwards, but had I taken a more disciplined approach to it, I would have been able to work my way up to 3 miles instead of doing it right off the bat.

I am making a commitment to you, my readers (and I know some of you will actually hold me to this), to get out and walk EVERYDAY. Not 3 miles, yet, but around the block, around the mall (maybe not the mall, I hate the mall), just around. I enjoy walking with someone, even if it is just pushing the baby’s stroller. But they are hardly around, so I will be on my own.



I have found the website BeeWell Miles .com where I can not only keep track of my progress in walking, but from 4/1/09-10/31/09, Bumble Bee Foods will donate $0.15/mile for every mile logged at BeeWellMiles.com (up to $200,000) to help Breast Cancer Network of Strength provide emotional support to those who can't wait for tomorrow's cure. So it is good not only for me, but I am doing good for others as well.



Who is gonna join with me? It is very easy, just got to Beewllmiles.com, log in, and start entering how many miles you walk each day. You can also keep track of your nutrition intake and other exercises.



Perhaps this is the kick in the butt I need. Perhaps not, but there is only one way to find out.

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An Open Letter to my Children

This was written about 2 weeks ago to both of my kids. One has taken heed and has tried to "clean up his act". The other is oblivious to the world around her and I take total and complete blame for her insensitivity and selfishness. Perhaps a public embarrassment will help. Perhaps not. Perhaps it is snarky of me to post this. At this point I have come very very close to the point of giving up. I don't want to reach that point, but truly I can see it on the horizon.


A letter to my children

Hi, I am your mother. I am not your housekeeper, your personal assistant, your laundress or your slave.

I have loved you from the moment you were conceived and will continue to do so until I no longer exist on this earth.

I am usually at your beck and call. Have I once refused a request from either of you? I have shown you both a penultimate amount of respect, and consideration. I request a modicum of each in return. Why is it that when I make a request of you, I get eye rolling, sighs and grunts in response?

You are both adults and should be able to do basic things to keep yourself and your surroundings in good repair. A bare minimum of upkeep in this house is requested of you it should be of no shock or take anymore than a minor bit of your energy to comply.

A. Do not put your dirty dishes in the sink or leave them on the counter. Put them in the dishwasher. If the dishwasher is full and clean, empty it. If it is full and dirty, run it, then empty it.

B. Do not leave your clothes (or the clothes of your children) lying around anywhere in the house other than your own bedroom. Dirty clothes piles should not exist in the hallways, or the bathrooms. No one else wants to pick up your dirty underpants.

C. Leave the towels in the bathroom. There is no reason for a towel that you did not purchase to ever leave the bathroom. If you happen to mistakenly take one out or send your child out in one, take the extra three steps to put it back when done.

D. If you use something, put it away. That includes anything used by your offspring or your significant others.

E. When doing your laundry, be considerate of others. Do not leave the house with laundry in the washer. Do not leave your dry laundry to live in the dryer. It is very inconvenient to others to expect them to finish your laundry for you.

I realize you are not children and do not expect you to do “chores”, but I expect you to pick up after yourselves at all times and to be responsible enough to see something that might need to be done and do it.

I also realize that my having to remind you of these simple exercises of adulthood means that I have failed in a part of my parenting you. I accept that. I have made many mistakes while raising you and I guess this is one more. But this is your chance to be better than me, to make your life better for yourselves, better than I have made it for you. Take this chance and run with it.

Love,
Mom