So I fell off the wagon with my Writing 101 course with everything that we’ve had going on recently. It felt like a good time to review the prompts I missed, and give it another whirl. Soooo here goes…a walk down memory lane to my favorite childhood meal. For some reason, the first thing that came to mind were the turkey packets I pretty much lived on as a teenager. You know, the frozen turkey packets with the yummy gravy? A quick spin in the microwave, and voila thanksgiving on my plate! The must have accessory was soft, white sandwich bread to sop-up the gravy. Continue reading “Flashback Friday”
Month: May 2015
Happy Mother’s Day!
In honor of Mother’s Day, I’d like to dedicate today’s post to my brilliant, amazing mother. Yes, I know that was last week, but better late than never and she’s awesome every day so here goes! She believes in me, has my back always and is super duper supportive even when I’m falling flat on my face. When I was in high school and had my learner’s permit we went shopping at Sam’s Club. She wasn’t thrilled with my parking job, so she requested that I do it again. She just knew that I could do it better. She was so confident in my abilities that she went ahead and began walking into Sam’s Club leaving me to park the Suburban.
It was thrilling and exiting so of course I got flustered. Then my feet got confused and I rammed a parked car. Since ramming a car without a license could have been very detrimental to my future, Mom came to the rescue. I mean she really, really wanted me to get my license on time and stop making her cart me around so she did what any mother would do. She swept-in and fixed it.
She might have batted her eyelashes and smiled which works because she has great style, always looks like a million bucks and doesn’t age. Which in turn makes me look like a million bucks as in “Yes, that’s my mom. Great genes I know. Yep, she could pass for my sister.” While this might have been annoying when I was younger, now that I’m older I find this very comforting. Also, she is generous with her belongings and is happy to let me raid her closet. And many times take home a few choice items.
She is patient with me. Seriously. We are not patient people. But somehow she can listen to me moan and groan for hours on end with the utmost patience. It must be maddening, and I even drive myself crazy half the time, but she is always willing to have another one-sided chat session. And every now and then when I really need to get a grip she calls me out and puts things in perspective. She is honest and soothing at the same time which is a hard line to balance. She oftentimes gets the worst of me, but still makes me feel like I’m the best and never complains. She has never failed me and I know that she never will. Thank you, thank you, thank you my beautiful, sometimes sassy, always loving, very funny and wise mother. You mean the world to me!
Helmet Advised
Soooo, have you guys been missing me? In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a bit MIA. Or did you think I was on an intentional hiatus? Or possibly a vacation? Hard to tell around here I know. Consistent posting is not my strong point, but I promise this is not a case of the dog ate my homework. It’s more of a hijacked by the roller coaster of life kind of situation.
Well I guess you can decide for yourself. Rewind to last week. I was on the verge of leaving my job so life was a bit hectic. Basically, I decided to quit my salaried position in event management and take a part-time job in development at the local university. So, it was a week meant to be spent dealing with the transition and preparing for my new job.
Things were moving right along until Wednesday evening when I began to feel sick. I didn’t have time for that so I picked mind over matter and willed myself to be better. I went to sleep ok, but had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. That’s when a curve ball came hurtling my way and knocked me on my ass.
Literally. I remember feeling disoriented, nauseous and like I was about to pass out. And then I did pass out and managed to fall out of the bathroom, down the stairs and hit my head on the tile floor. Thank goodness Garett heard the thump and my subsequent moaning and came to the rescue.
Before I knew it I was bundled up in the car and we were headed to the emergency room to get my head all stitched-up. After much poking and testing, it was determined I had a run of the mill virus, was dehydrated and probably suffering from a concussion. Oh and should not be allowed to use the restroom in the middle of the night without a helmet or escort.
So the moral of the story is just when you think that life can’t get an crazier it can and will. Oh, and be careful what you wish for. If you entreat the universe to shut-up your brain and constant mind chatter it just might happen. During the recovery period my brain was strangely empty and quiet. I’m happy to report I’m feeling better every day and that my brain seems to be working. I still think the concussed excuse is legitimate for a while longer. Also, you are never too young to consider wearing a Life Alert device. Or too cool to consider a permanent helmet. Especially if you are starting to notice that “Cautionary Tales” is coming up quite frequently in life and on your blog.
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