Monday, March 23, 2009

She Cracks Me Up

Alexis has a head of hair.


Every single time Alexis comes from her bath, she retrieves her bottle of No More Tangles and her brush and comes to find me to brush her hair.


Well ... that's not exactly true.


Actually - she will get the spray and the brush, but she will seldom search me out to brush her tangled hair.


She hates - hates - hates - to have me brush her hair and will do anything to avoid having ME do it.


But ... eventually I will track her down, pull her out from beneath her bed (tee hee) and stand her beside me ... to smooth the tangles out of her ratty locks.


She is never - ever - happy!


She is never - ever - cooperative!


It is never - ever - fun - for either of us!


On this one night when I had finished up the CHORE of running the brush through her hair, she turned herself around and looked at her image in the mirror with a grumpy frown on her face and said loudly, "What's the matter with this?" pointing to the top of her head. "It needs a crack in it!" She pointed again at the slicked-backed hair and pooched out her lower lip ever so dramatically.


I giggled. "Uh ... you mean a ... part?" I said.


It was funny, but she refused to CRACK a smile.


On the upside ... I wanted to put a CRACK in it - from the get-go. No problemo - I'll give you a CRACK! And I did. And then ... she grabbed her No More Tangles spray and her brush, flipped her shiny, smooth hair over her seven-year-old shoulder ... and stomped on out of my room ... just like she has done every single other time I have ever helped her brush her hair *sigh*.

*Self portrait by Alexis - see that beautiful head of hair.*



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Friday, March 20, 2009

When ...



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When you search for me ...


With longing eyes ...





Please know I see you




When you speak to me ...


With gentle words ...




Please know I hear you





When you reach for me ...


To touch my hand ...





Please know I feel you



When you call for me ...


Above all others ...



Please know it thrills me




When you talk to me ...


About your troubles ...





Please know I'm listening




When you smile at me ...


With joy filled eyes ...





Please know I'm happy



When you are near me ...




My heart ...




Feels you



Hears you



Touches you



Sees you



Reaches out



For
You


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Thursday, March 19, 2009

You're Telling Me!

"Psssssst."


"Psssssst."


"PSSSSSST!"


Little Billy is signaling me as I walk past his bedroom. He's supposed to be asleep, but after a week of Spring Break, his sleep schedule is monumentally screwed up and he is still lying awake at 11:00 - looking at the ceiling and searching for someone to talk to.


"Come here."

"Come here."

"Come say good night to me."

"Come give me a hug."


"Mom - come see me!"


I give in.


"How was your day?" he asks. "What did you do today?" Not questions appropriate for this hour of the night, but questions he does often ask his mother.


I pick up the dirty clothes off of his floor and fling them into the hallway. "I washed clothes," I begin. "And, I worked in the office," I go on. "I went to the grocery store, cleaned the refrigerator, swept the floor, cleaned the bathrooms," I took a deep breath and continued, "I watered the plants, cleaned the garage a little and stuff like that." I am now standing next to his bed and can see his face clearly as the hallway light is shining too brightly into his room.


He stays quiet for a moment.


He dramatically throws his hands over his eyes.


He moans ...


"Oh, MAN ... your life sucks! You need some fun in your life."



I pat the small boy on the head, kiss him lightly on the cheek and turn the light off in the hallway on my way back downstairs to do the nightly dishes.


On the upside ... You're telling me!


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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

It's A Good Thing I Can Multi-task!

I went to bed last night at 2:30 a.m. When I crawled next to my husband, he stirred, looked at me and then at the clock and just rolled his eyes. I said, "I know - I'm driving you crazy."

This has been my life for the past couple of months. Aside from all of my regular daily duties (raising 4 kids, keeping house, running a small business, yard work, etc.) I spend nearly every other spare minute writing my novel. I am completely obsessed and totally enjoying every single moment of it. If you'd like to find out how it's going - make sure you stop by my other site On The Flipside and read my recent update.

I have about a trillion things on my to-do list and I try to make time in every day to check a few of those chores off, but right now I am very determined to dedicate every spare moment to writing. I've been raising my kids for seventeen years and I still have ten more years to go before they are all out of the house - I need something FOR ME!

Oh, yes. And ... I'm still writing for mySA and have two new posts up over there - One Foot In The Grave and I Can See You, if you'd like to go over and read these stories (two of my all-time favorites) about my funny kids, Billy and Alexis.


Have a great week!
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Monday, March 16, 2009

Don't Get Me Started!

Alexis is in her seat in the middle of the van.

I am content just driving along, listening to George Strait on the radio. I hear the guitars and fiddles. My mind is soothed by the sound of his familiar mellow voice. He sings to me of love and ladies and bar rooms and ... in my mind --- I am THERE. You know.

Alexis interrupts the music, "Do you love anybody?" She screams up to the front of the van. She's picked up on the love being described in George's song.


Why, yes! I'm lovin' me some George Strait -- right at this moment ... I think.


I say, "Of, course ... I love lots of people. I love you. I love the girls and Little Billy. I love Daddy. I love all of our family and friends. I love lots of people."


"Oh, yeah," she concurs.


I do - I think to myself.



*mind begins to drift*


I love lots of people.

But ...



I do not like every-body.



I try.



I try to like every-body.



But ... I don't!



I don't like some people - A LOT!



Some people ... I keep trying to like - even though I still don't like them - as hard as I try to like them - I feel like I am never going to like them - but ... I keep trying.



Like ...



That one mother.



That one stupid mother ... at the school.



That one I've known for several years - run into her at most every school event - have made every effort to flash her friendly smiles, engage in cordial conversations, extended welcoming advances -- but ... she is someone I DO NOT LIKE! I have - for too many years - tried to like that woman - given her every benefit of the doubt - gone far and beyond what would be considered necessary to be friendly and cordial to such a b**ch. I have finally concluded that - for CERTAIN - I DO NOT like that woman. I'm never going to. There's something not right with her and ... I've tried for long enough.



Then ...



There are those miscellaneous people I don't like. These are those people that it really doesn't matter whether I like them or not - but ... I still want to. I still try to. I spend far too much time trying to find reasons to like them, but always end right back NOT liking them and ... in the end - it makes no difference.



Like ...



The guy who does my nails.



It's not important that I like him or him me - for that matter.



He does my nails - I pay him - that is the extent of our relationship.



But ... I see him every 2 weeks or so and ... I figured it was possible to like him. Possible to find likable things about him. Possibly better if I did like him, as it might make the experience, every 2 weeks, more enjoyable - more satisfying - more fun - somehow.



I DO NOT LIKE HIM!



I am never going to like him.



I have tried and tried and ... I DON'T.



I like his sister.
I like his wife.
I like everyone that works in the salon - except ... HIM.



I continue to try to act like I like him. Not let on that I DO NOT. Try to smile and act friendly, as I still need him to continue to do my nails - I just DO NOT LIKE HIM.



Then ...



There are those people that I DO NOT LIKE because ... they don't like me. I know who they are. I can sense that I rub them funny or whatever and that they just do not like me. Those people - of course - I DO NOT LIKE.



Then ...



There are those people that are strangers that I meet that rub me funny from the get-go. I know I don't like them because of something that strikes me odd.



Like ...



There are those people that don't use the right emphasis on their syllables - when they talk. Their sentences - words - don't sound right and when they speak, you could easily interpret what they are saying as sarcasm or cynicism or meanness. These are those people that don't necessarily do this intentionally - they just speak wrong - sometimes monotone - and, you can't determine - for a very long time - if they do this strange speaking intentionally or not.



I just immediately decide that I DO NOT LIKE those people. I don't have the time to determine if you are speaking this way intentionally, didn't learn how to properly place your emphasis on your syllables or ... are just du-pid. Either way - I DON'T LIKE these people pretty much immediately because I have learned that I take these people way too seriously and everything they say either makes me mad and hurts my feelings or I catch myself trying - to fix them.



NOPE - I do not like every-body.



I like lots of people and I love lots of people, but ... I definitely do not like every-body.



*looks into rear view mirror and sees Alexis asleep*



On the upside ... Okay ... now where was I? Oh, that's right ... George and ... guitars and fiddles. Sing to me George ... sing to me -- a love song.

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

I Can See You

Every week I publish two or three posts over on my mySA blog. I am thrilled to be one of the Mom Bloggers for mySA and appreciate the times you stop over to read my stories.


Today, I have a new post up called, I Can See You. It's a story about my Little Billy, if you'd like to go over and read it.

We've been on Spring Break this week and I've been taking a little break from blogging. I hope to be back more regular soon.

Have a great weekend.
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Monday, March 9, 2009

It's Spring Break In Texas!

The kids are on Spring Break this week.



We are spending time at the lake and we are also ...



Spending time visiting colleges.



My twins will be 17 in April and will both be off to college next year.



When I was a kid ... well, all I'm going to say is ... I am doing way more stuff to help get my kids ready to go off to college than our parents ever did for us.



It's a full time job - all the research and preparation.



We visited The University of Texas in Austin on Saturday.


It was a good tour ...






We went with some friends whose daughter is also considering UT.





These girls would fit in well at this well known Texas university!




Well ...




When they grow up ...



Just a little more.





Did you know that UT has about 50,000 students? It is HUGE and it's a beautiful campus!



On Monday, we visited Southwestern University in Georgetown, Texas.

The total enrollment at UT is more than the population of the entire city of Georgetown.


Southwestern is a beautiful private liberal arts university and has a total enrollment of about 1300 students.


It is a beautiful old campus and so different than UT.
(It's the home of the Pirates)






Little Billy doesn't care a thing about college right now ....



He's too busy enjoying his Spring Break.




Alexis too ...





Time to play and time to relax.




Lots of time before she has to think about college.

We're going to spend the rest of Spring Break doing as little as possible.


Hope you have a great week.






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