Monday, December 31, 2012

2012: A year in review


Its hard to believe that its the last day of 2012. Sometimes I wonder where the year has gone, and at other times it seems as though it has been an exceptionally long year.  This was the year the world was supposed to end, but as you can see, we survived. And we have made it through. As we end the year,  I like to reflect on the past years events, the good the bad and the somewhere in between. So without further ado...

January had me ringing in the new year at my home after my third surgery. I did a lot of nothing but sleep during the month and was able to spend some quality time with Logan.

February, saw me return to work, Logan turned three and I took him to his first ever hockey game. I don't know who had a blast more, me or him.

March brought about my first international trip, to visit my brother in law and sister in law. We spent ten days across the pond in Germany, Paris and London. It was a trip of a lifetime and one I will never forget. I would love to say I am going to get back, but at the moment I will be happy just getting over there once.

April was a chance for Andy and I to get away to celebrate his birthday in NYC for the weekend, and took him to his first hockey game as a fan since he started work with the Caps. 

May we celebrated six years of marriage and turned 32. Neither was celebrated to heavily, but I was fine with that.

June saw a derachio (sp) in the area, a nasty quick storm that caused a lot of flooding and power outages...that weekend was interesting to say the least.

July was spent doing our annual trip to Disney, and for the first time Logan seemed to actually get a lot of what was going on. He continues to talk about it, and has even begun saving his own money for our next trip. Seriously this is one smart kid.

August seemed to be an in between period as we were getting ready for Burgandy's wedding and me heading back to school after a semester off. We went and saw Kenny Chesney, again my annual trip.

September saw a fabulous wedding of Burgandy and Jamie in Whilmington NC. The wedding, the venue and the entire event was not only beautiful. but it was a fabulous labor day weekend.  This month also saw the birth of one of my bff's first child. 

October my parents celebrated 40 years of marriage. They serve as a great reminder to what a couple can achieve if they stick through things and work things out. Its not always going to be easy. We got off pretty lucky with Hurricane Sandy, it could have been a lot worse than it was. My building however is still trying to recover from some of the damage that Sandy left behind.

November we celebrated my little sisters 30th birthday, Thanksgiving with the Z side of the family and the fact that my medical bills were all paid off. Yes this was very exciting for us.

December is now coming to an end. celebrated the holidays with both sides,  Logan met Santa for the first time as this was his first year he was actually willing and interested in him. And we paused to remember those that were lost during the Sandy Hook tragedy.

With everything that has gone on during 2012, I look forward to what 2013 has in store....

Happy New Years Eve!

Friday, December 28, 2012

Five Question Friday 12/28-Sum

Well, we have arrived to the last Friday of 2012. Already. And so this will be the last Friday Five of the year....This weeks theme: Sum.

1. Who stands out among people you met in 2012?

Actually my professor in the Psychology class I took this fall. She was just really involved and always willing to help out. Plus she has a son the same age as my own, so things could be related in that way.

2. What new interest did you discover in 2012?

Actually, baking. I began trying things out due to a food allergy, and it has turned into something I have actually enjoyed. While I wouldn't say I am expert some of the cookies and substititons have been amazing, the hubs hasn't minded to much either.

3. In what way was 2012 better than 2011?

No surgeries..Enough said.

4. What small, symbolic item might serve as a good souvenir for 2012?


I bought a Mickey Mouse necklace from Disney this past summer and have yet to take it off, I suppose this would be as close to a year souvenir as any.

5. Many years from now, what song, when you hear it on the radio, will remind you most of 2012?


Probably Call Me Maybe, because it seemed to be everywhere this year..... not to mention it seemed like everyone did there own rendition, and reenacted it out on youtube, my favoriet though was the Harvard baseball teams

And there you have it, the final Friday Five of the year....

Thursday, December 27, 2012

What a difference a year makes.

One year ago this morning I was waking up, grabbing everything I could and putting things together last minute and preparing to head into surgery number three for the year. I was sitting in the triage room watching Judge Judy and talking to nurses. I was signing my life away as they told my husband the risks of what could go wrong.

A year ago this evening I found myself waking up in an empty hospital room, my colon for the most part gone. Or at least a good chunk of it anyway.

Again.

Somewhere my husband along with the rest of my family was waiting below in a waiting room. I was dazed and confused, while I knew what had gone on, I was alive, I still didn't know just how much had gone on, if they had been able to clean things up. How much they had taken out this time.

A year ago today.

Its funny just how vivid these memories still are. How I can remember waking up in that hospital room wondering where everyone was, as I was told they would be waiting. I can remember watching Judge Judy and how I looked at the clock and thought 9 in the morning was way to early to be watching her. The helper who reminded me a lot of my grandmother, she grabbed me an extra blanket when she saw I was shivering so hard I was shaking. The nurse who loved my fun socks-for the record they were moose ones my mother in law got me for xmas.-I remember it all.

To this day there is still things that brings it all back. The smell of the bath wash I used for instance. Or the jeans that I wore into the hospital, I swear still holds that hospital smell. How my nose still stuffs up has never been quite right.

And in the year since, recovery has begun, I have noticed things 'move' a lot more easily. Though I still have to remain close to a restroom. I still don't eat like I used to. I am doing good if I eat a full meal. OK I can't remember the last time I actually ate a full meal since the beginning of 2011. I do however eat snacks to try and help. If I eat to much, I hurt. If I eat to little, I am weak still, my energy levels wave. My scar remains still, and I assume I shall always have it as a reminder of what the year brought.  And just last week, I was given the go ahead to have another child if we should choose to. We have yet to make the call, but it was a piece of good news since we were wondering if the thought of another kid would even be possible, or would the surgeries put an end to everything. 

I can't say that a year out has made me less nervous of it happening again. For there in the back of my mind, no matter how many days go by, no matter how much they tell me, a little part of me is wondering, nervously if this will ever happen to me again. There is no guarantee I suppose. After all they told me two times before that it would never bother me, and it happened still. Twice.  Still I would like to think.

That with each passing day, things will get a little easier. And the nightmares of 2011 will be a thing of the past.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Celebrate good times.

My sisters and I, Hill, Burg...Christmas Eve
Overall it has been a very nice Christmas. Even if it was on the bit on the busy side.

Sunday was spent at the in laws, where we munched and talked and laughed throughout the day. The boys-this includes Logan and my two nephews-enjoyed the umpteenth  round of The Polar Express and Prep and Landing before we gathered around the tree to open presents. For the first time, Logan got to be Grandma's little helper and passed around the gifts like a true champ. The other two were a little more anxious to get to things, but we managed to get through all of them. As I had said in a previous post, this was a bit odd since his parents were heading out of town on Christmas day, the Eve' was moved up a day.

We spent most of Monday being absolutely lazy during the day. There was a little mix of snow in the morning and while it didn't stick it was pretty enough to be happy. And just as Anderson and I were commenting on the long day, it was time to pack it up and head to my aunt and uncle's house, who had invited us over in lieu of the usual X-mas eve celebrations.  But the excitement of the next day was to much for little man, who feel asleep on the way home. Thankfully, we had already put out Santa's cookies, just in case.

Now I usually love Christmas, but this year I was just super excited. Logan is at the fun age where everything is magical, and enthralled with the whole thing And even if I am an adult, and I know all about how everything really works. Well I too was just as excited for the morning. So much so that I found it hard to sleep. And when Logan came in the morning, it was I who screamed Santa came. Logan ran down and couldn't believe his eyes. Anderson and I watched on as he unwrapped-and I mean every piece of paper had to be off-gift after gift and yelled...'oh this is awesome.' after each and every one. Afterwards he played while Andy and I exchanged the gifts to one another.

Christmas #4 came at my parents house that evening. Where if we didn't  get it, my parents sure did for Logan. I swear the kid made out like a bandit between everyone. Again the rounds of this is awesome kept creeping up. I loved how much he thanked everyone and I loved watching him get excited about everything. As we gathered up a sleepy Logan I hated to think that another Christmas was already over.

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Merry Christmas!






My apologies for being a little late to the party, but from my family to yours, we wish you and your family a very merry Christmas....my post holiday blog will come later. But for now enjoy the last of the holiday hours while there still is time.

Merry Christmas!

Sunday, December 23, 2012

And so it begins...

On a normal Christmas we have the same holiday tradition and routine. Christmas Eve is spent with Anderson, and his side of the family. Either at his parents house or at his brother and sister in laws house. We spend the entire day there usually heading over just before lunch and staying through dinner. On a good year, if everything goes right we then head to my aunt and uncles for a little dessert and quality time with them.  Its usually a draining day, as the running around can often be hectic and exhausting. But its worth it.

On Christmas we now find ourselves doing what every other parent does. In front of our own tree, watching as Logan opens up what he gets from Santa. After everything is opened he goes off and plays while Andy and I exchange. We then get up, head to Ihop and have a quiet breakfast before heading to my parents to enjoy the holidays with my side.

Yes its a very busy two days.

This year, Anderson's parents are going out to Minnesota, leaving on Christmas morning. The festivities where pushed up a day, and we were invited to enjoy the full dinner celebration with my aunt and uncle tomorrow. Meaning that there is one more day of celebration between the families. The holidays got that much longer.

Logan for his part, is enjoying it. Though is quite confused with this whole well when does Santa actually arrive as we are used to heading over to their parents for Christmas Eve...but I suspect that come Tuesday morning he will have the whole thing down to an art. And he will find that this whole extended holiday thing, that much more wonderful.

Until the let down of the fact that its over comes crashing in.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Five Question Friday 12/21: Its not the end of the world

 Well here it is, Friday December 21, 2012. According to the Mayans-or anyone else who believed it-the world was or is supposed to end today....at 6:12 in the morning. Seeing that it is now fifteen minutes til eleven, I am not holding my breath. But hey the day is still young. Until then, here are my Friday five. Theme: Its not the end of the world.

1. What’s something gross you’ve seen or tasted recently?

I had my first attempt at making gingerbread cookies this season. While it was fun process, and the end results turned out quite fabulous, some of the ingredients (the molasses for one thing) was just nasty looking, or tasting should I say when it stood alone. Much better in things I must say.

2. What movie this holiday season are you most looking forward to?


Les Miz. Its my favorite musical, so naturally I was excited to hear it was coming out into a musical movie version. I just hope it lives up to expectation and that it is just as good as I think its going to be. I fear it won't and then I will be left disappointed.

3. What makes one photographer better or worse than any other?

We had this debate when we were engaged. The hubs and I that is. Mainly because I really didn't know anything about photography at the time. But for me, if the person knows you and can capture that magic, the moment and the feeling without having to actually be told what to do, well that makes all the difference in the world. For instance, the one we use most frequently  has known me since I was a child, she knows about my disability and yet  not once do the pictures portray it as something major. I barely notice it. And to me, that makes all the difference.

4. What specific, annual part of this season most makes you feel all the positive feelings again?


Watching my son get excited. The belief is back, the magic and the moment. Its like for a moment everything is ok, and childhood is back. I love that about the season...and its something I miss personally.

5. What are your thoughts on eggnog?

Will admit to never having eggnog, which means I can't fully answer this question. But first thought I would assume its pretty nasty. And I don't think I would want to try it anyway.

This being the Friday before, I would like to wish you all a merry christmas, and a happy holiday..

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Quietness.

Two days before the holiday break around the office is usually a festive time. Coworkers being merry, winning door prizes from the random party and people sliding out the door to attend their children's concert or to do last minute shopping. Even a few people actually trying to do work, of the last minute kind. Cramming in whatever they can before they too take off on their holiday.

But this year, it just seems different. Around the office their is a hush, an almost eerie quietness. Those of us who have kids try not to think about Friday, or speak much of it. For myself, it is still to painful to do so. Even blogging at the moment seems kind of wrong. At our annual Christmas dessert reception several people were not present saying they just did not feel up to it this year. I did not go for other reasons, but I understood where they were coming from.

I can only hope that with time things will slowly start getting back to normal, whatever normal may be. I know things won't ever be exactly the way they were. I know for years to come we will be marking the time the way we often do with 9/11...

And this saddens me.

Even taking an exam on Tuesday night was different. Our professor had a hard week alone on her own the previous week with both a grandmother passing away and her mother having a brain aneurism two days later. She had canceled the last class of the semester because of this. She came in to distribute the exam and broke down in the middle of it. Her final words were. 'I don't know just something, you don't mess with ones mom and you don't mess with kids.' Whether she was referring to Fridays events is unclear. Still she left the class flooding with tears...

Try to take an exam after that.

I have not watched much of the news still, though I wish they would leave the families alone. At times I think it is awfully selfish of the media to think they deserve to be in on every private moment of this town's life. These families are dealing with enough. The town is dealing with enough. I don't think they should have to deal with answering questions five minutes after they attend the funeral of their childs/sisters/ mothers. I would ask them to respect their privacy, let them grieve in peace. A daily reminder is not going to help the matter.

And as I sit here, my son is preparing for his first ever little show at the pre-school. It breaks my heart that I am not there to see. After all, if nothing more the shooting taught me how fleeting life can often be. But work has gotten in the way, and I have been pulled to do a thousand receptionist coverage. If I had any umf I too would have called in sick, faked an appointment or tried to gotten off early. But for other reasons that I will not disclose at the moment, I know I should be thankful I have a job, and am doing what I can for the moment to keep it. And so I sit behind a desk, and hope that my son is his little happy self at the moment singing at the top of his lungs to Jingle bells, batman smells....

And I hope he knows, I would be there if I could.

Monday, December 17, 2012

A little kindness

Ah the DC metro system. It is often known for the notorious malfunctioning issues, operators falling asleep on the job and the ever sky rocketing fare hikes that come out of nowhere to maintain what most of the riders have no clue, but rise they do.  It known for the muggings, and the safety factors that they always question.  What it is not known for however is the good that comes out of it. Or perhaps people don't actual respond or report the good thing.

But this afternoon, during the busy rush plus hour while busy shoppers came and went, and workers hustled to get home, I watched as someone did such a small act of kindness that to most paid no attention to. Yet I find that during these times, perhaps someone should mention it. As we walked to the escalators we were stopped in our tracks thanks to a non working escalators. Of course we could walk up them, but good luck if you wanted to take the lazy route. I lined myself up behind a young girl with a suitcase that weighed more than myself. Whether she was coming home, visiting for the holidays or just starting out I do not know but I crawled behind her as we waited our turn. And I watched and waited with each painful step as she struggled to drag the large suitcase one step at a time. She was struggling the higher she went. The effort was written all over her face. And that's when it happened. A gentlemen, a stranger in fact didn't so much say a word but took the suitcase and walked with her all the way up until they reached the stairs. When he pointed to the next set she declined saying she was all set. He walked away without so much as another word. She said thank you and took off the other direction.

For most this act as mentioned went unnoticed and little thought of. But after a weekend that we just happened, and after all the crap that metro puts us through on a daily basis, it was nice to see that despite everything there still is good out there.

We just have to look a little deeper to find it.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

In remembrance.

 For the past forty eight hours I have gone through a roller coaster of emotions, sometimes so powerful that I have completely lost it. I have sat in silence to stunned to put into words for the events of Friday. Sometimes, words truly aren't enough.

For the better part of the day yesterday I avoided the media, tv, internet and twitter even. The pain of everything was just to much to take. Instead I focused on my son. We had planned to spend the Saturday doing festive holiday stuff anyway and I was not going to change my plans, perhaps if nothing more the shooting at Sandy Hook taught me how fleeting life truly can be. How to cherish the time, and each moment taking nothing for granted. And so we went out, we had lunch at our favorite hole in the wall. As we entered Logan saw a man crying on the front page. He asked why he was sad. And while I know I could have tried to explain, I didn't want to. There are some things that I shouldn't have to explain to a three year old. Its not that I want to keep him in the dark, but I wanted him to enjoy the day. As we passed by, he said well if he is crying, he must be sad. And this makes me sad mommy. Maybe I could give him a hug. He then asked if I thought that would make him less sad.

I told him I didn't know.

We went and made a Rudolph at Build a Bear workshop. He has yet to let go of it. We went and saw Santa, this is his first year he actually wanted to see him. We made gingerbread cookies and had a blast laughing at the silliness of everything.  I tried not to think about the shooting, at least for a moment anyhow. None of which worked as I sat there in the back of my mind thinking twenty families aren't doing this. Twenty families didn't wake up to having their son/daughter come running in the room and snuggle in the morning. I didn't even care that it was bright and early.

And I felt guilty.

For having a little bit of happiness when families up north couldn't.  For enjoying a Saturday before the holidays, when they couldn't. The holidays, how different they will be now for many this year. And for years to come.  I felt guilty that I stood staring at presents when for some, there are presents hidden that will never be opened. Clothes that will never be worn again. Siblings that will be left to cope with the loss of one of their own for the rest of their lives.

I felt guilty that for me, tomorrow is another day. Its the same old same old.

And yet for them.
Nothing is the same.

Nothing will ever be.

Friday, December 14, 2012

Lost.



I had this blog post all thought out. And then the shooting of an elementary school happened this morning in CT, and all of a sudden, the blog post just didn't seem all that important. My heart, my head and my entire body just ache in grief......and at the moment.

This saying, says it all....

Until further.

Go home, hug your loved ones.
And be grateful for what you have. 

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Holiday cheer.

We are now halfway through-well just about anyway-the month of December. By this point in the game I have normally received quite a few of those holiday cards people decide to send out. But this year, well this year the count thus far is 2.

Which led me to start thinking, is the tradition of the holiday card dying? I know so many who have said they don't have the time anymore, nor the patience to sit down and write out cards, address them and send them out. I get it, after all  I myself opted  to do the picture and the standard holiday greeting already printed out. And I admit, I have done this for the past two years. In part because now that I have a son, well I decided to set aside one for us, saving them for reasons I can't explain really. But maybe one day, we will sit back and look at the cards and our family through the years. a way of remembering I suppose. I do however realize by doing this makes the cards a lot less personable. Which is why I sat in my living room this past weekend debating if I should write a note as well, but we had already 'written' a message on the cards and Anderson didn't feel the need to do any more. So I left them just the way they are.

Do I feel guilty that I did? Perhaps, but it sure saved my hand from the whole hand cramping thing.

And while they may not be as personable as they used to be, I tell myself at least I sent it out, and its better than writing the standard happy holidays on every card anyway. I sent them out this morning, with a smile feeling that sense of accomplishment for getting them out, even if nothing more people should be receiving the lovely little holiday mail from yours truly.

This all being said, I do not expect to get hoards of cards anyway. I am not one to send out, just to receive. This is not the purpose of me sending out a card to you. But of course now that I say this, I will probably come home to five in my mailbox. After all, it is only the 11th of December, two weeks to go before the big day. So no one is late, and there is still plenty of time. It was just rather surprising to find that I had only gotten two as in years past they come the moment the 1st of December hits around the house.

And those two that I have received, look awfully lonely hanging on the wall. 

Maybe things really aren't what they used to be. Maybe time slips away from people, the holiday rush comes a lot faster than we realize. We have kids, we go on with our lives. And the good old days when people sent snail mail seem to be fading in the past.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before the holiday cards follow suit.

Friday, December 7, 2012

Five Question Friday-12/7: Themeless.

Happy Friday everyone! And happy December. That is right, its getting to be-alright so it already is-that time of the year once more. This weeks Friday five, doesn't have a theme....so its themeless. Enjoy.

 1. You know those delicatessens that name sandwiches after famous people? What would be the ingredients of the sandwich named after you?

Oh would probably have to be turkey with lettuce, onions, green peppers and cucumber on it. Nothing more...and it would be named the EC.


2. What’s your favorite part of staying in a hotel?

I love unlocking that door for the first time, and checking it out. Usually this means I am on vacation and if I am just checking it out, then this means I have a whole lot of time to not think about work. Dif one of my favorite things.

3. What was the last book you read, and how was it?


I read The Kingsmaker Daughter by Philippia Gregory. It is about the cousins war, and the fourth in the series.  And it was actually really good. I loved it. Which means if asked, yes I would totally recommend it should you be into that sort of thing.

4. What’s something super-unhealthy you’ve recently eaten?


Pretty sure a bowl of ice cream classifies as this, more so if your allergic to it. But sometimes, and on Wednesday night in particular, well the enjoyment of the bowl was well worth the couple of hours of discomfort. Sometimes a girl just needs it.

5. What do you do with all those Christmas cards with photos of friends and their kids?

I try to keep them, but more often than not, I don't. I do however try to cut them out and save them for awhile. I have a couple hanging up, especially if they are close friends and family. And I have started saving one of ours each year. Should be a fun way to look back throughout the many years to come and remember.

And there you have it. My Friday Five. May you all have a lovely weekend.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Introvert.

Hello, my name is Aleisha and I am an introvert. No I do not find this something to be ashamed of, or embarrassed about. Several years ago, in my younger days I may have, would have probably even apologized for this. But now, I have gotten a better understanding of it, and have simply taken it as part of who I am.

For most the word introvert means someone who is forever by themselves, quiet, and would rather be left alone. And while this may be true to a point, it is more than that. It means finding the motivation, the strength and all from inner factors, rather than exterior. And while yes I do enjoy quiet time, a good book with nothing but myself it does not mean I can't handle myself. It means that while I may not have ions of friends, the friendships that I do, tend to mean a lot more to me. It means I don't have to fill every moment with words. In fact sometimes I just enjoy sitting in silence.

That being said, my introvertedness does explain a lot. Like why I hate parties, and group gatherings. OK its not just that I hate them. Its just I feel so.....uncomfortable. Awkward. I get antsy and just don't enjoy them. Really I don't . Give me a conversation one on one, or with two and I am fine. But the more you add, the less I want to be there. This probably explains why I am sitting here typing rather than attending a going away party for a co-worker.

It explains why at times I give off the whole I don't care vibe, even though I do. More than you would know. Its just at times, that's the way I roll. I get this, even if you don't.

And it explains the reason, I have no desire to act, be on stage. Yet give me a pen and paper and I would be glad. Just as long as I am not fully out there, then that is even better. Strange? Perhaps. But the thought of getting on that stage is sort of frightening really.

It explains why, when I am around certain people, especially those that are extremely extroverted. I feel, drained. They drain me. They exhaust me. As if they are sucking every little ounce of energy I have right out of me. Seriously, I know quite a few people that will do this to me. And the time I spend with them is painful almost.
This does not mean I do not enjoy being around people. Because I do. And if you get to know me, and I am comfortable with you, then I am more than willing to open up and let you in. Sometimes you just may need to be a little patient with me.

I say this, because its getting to be that time of the year again. When the office decides to have pot luck after pot luck, and a holiday dessert reception. And while its great to be invited, I smile and politely decline. Or I show up, sit in the back and just stick to myself. And to some this may seem odd, and unfriendly. But this is not the case. I am trying my best, and have been trying to work on this for such events. At times it works, and at times it doesn't.

 I know I am not the only one. I know there are several out there like myself. And that is OK. Just as much as its OK that those that are the extreme extroverts find themselves in need to be the center of attention. For myself I think I shall let them have their fun, while I sit and observe the whole thing.

Because from where I sit, and in my eyes. Its more enjoyable.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Welcome December!

And just like that we have reached the final month of the year. Mom was right about one thing, the years tend to fly by faster the older you get.

I only wish I had listened.

Back then, the holidays seemed so far away. Even if Christmas was only three weeks away from Thanksgiving, as a kid. Man it seemed like forever away.  I sat there counting down the days with anticipation. Opening that candy advent calender, sometimes skipping a day or two on purpose because that meant I could have two pieces of candy. And I wondered how the days seemed to get longer instead of shorter...

But now, as an adult I sit here, on the second full day of December, I have bought one present. One. And that is for a nephew. Not my own son, or my husband. But a nephew. And I know I have twenty three days until the actual day comes. I am sitting here thinking shit. I have twenty three days. I also have three full weeks of work a final exam. A son to entertain.  I have a Holiday pot luck that I need to find something to make for it And where in the world am I going to find the time to fit in shopping?? Yea that time of feeling like the holidays were so far away, suddenly seems so far away. Now I just feel like the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas fly by way to fast. Leaving me with little time to play catchup.

Lets just hope we make it.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Please come to Boston

For the past several summers, I have lived for a few things, sun, warm. vacations. And, concerts which range from 90s boybands, to rock gods, to barely out of the teenage year country girls. But when it comes to concerts in the summer, there has been a long standing tradition. For several years now, well with the exception of the one that he decided to take a break, my summer revolves around one concert in particular. Mr. Kenny Chesney. 

I have seen him for years, the majority of which have been in the DC area, though I do admit to traveling down to NC once or twice. And while these places are fabulous to see him I have always had this dream spot. Call it my dream spot in my dream city sort of thing. You see besides my love for Kenny, I have a love affair with Boston. The town, the city, besides Florida, it is the city where I feel most comfortable in. Pretty sure if not for the fact it was cold, I would be more than willing to move there-which is why the lord invited a winter get away home right?-I had this idea a couple of years ago, right about the time he started playing his stadium tours. The idea was to see Kenny in my beloved city. I immediately put it on my 'bucket list' though in my mid twenties, I admit I really didn't think I needed one. Still it was on there. I was going to get to Kenny in Boston before he retired. It was all but said and done.

But the years, they come and they go. We get married, we go on honeymoons. We buy houses, and decide to finish school. We have kids. Life has a funny way of slipping right on by. Still with each year, as the tickets would go on sale I said, this would be the year. Except, well that would be the year he would do Boston in the middle of the week, or on a Sunday, when you know you can't get off on the Monday.  And so you push it off for another year. And you promise yourself next year you will. 

But it always felt like an empty promise.

So this year, when I logged on to find the annual schedule, I glanced down at the date when he would be in Boston, and woah wait a minute. He would be playing Boston, at the end of August..on a Saturday night. And all those years, of dreaming of planning. Well this year you decide would be the year.

That is if I could only convince the husband, who is usually my co partner in crime-considering he isn't much of a country fan, I know I need to thank him. He agreed, as long as we hold off on tickets to the DC show, which happened to fall between my birthday and our anniversary. And as hard as it was to not hit the find tickets I agreed. Because this is Kenny, and this is Boston. And its closing night (as of now that is) and so I quickly agreed.

I was worried however that his recent popularity with the stadium concerts would mean tickets would not be available. After all it's hard enough getting them in DC but now I would have to add on flight and a hotel and everything else. And this is closing night. Still I sat there this morning with hope. I didn't even care-well ok I did to a point- where the seats were. I just wanted tickets. I watched as the hours to go turned into minutes to go. I recruited Anderson to help on his end because one could never be to sure and it's an extra chance. And when the bewitching hour struck noon I logged on and waited and waited... I held my breath that Anderson would have luck if I didn't. And I patiently waited as he typed out...

We got them. 

See you in Boston Mr. Chesney. 

I expect it to be epic.

Monday, November 26, 2012

The Meltdown.

Well folks we finally had it this weekend. Our first official temper tantrum. And no I am not talking of the minor kind. Those have come and gone throughout our three years of experience in the parenthood department. Rather I am talking full blown, screaming in the middle of the store while everyone around you is watching sort of one.  The kind that you look around, feeling every pair of eyes on you. Fully aware that the mother in the corner is sitting there judging your ever move. She glares at you, and the recruits her two teenagers to follow suit. Yeah, because I am pretty sure they were perfect angels growing up...

And as I sat listening to Logan scream at the top of his lungs that I was in the wrong, and he was right and that he was going to get his 700th Spiderman figurine and that was just the way it goes mommy all I could think about was my parents.

You see I remember growing up, throwing tantrums, and watching as my sister(s) throw them as well. Back then I thought-just like the rest of us-how totally unfair life was that we were not getting our way. I remember begging, and pleading for toys, and games and even that pony that I never got but always added each Christmas, hoping that beyond hope it would somehow appear. If it wasn't the holidays then we would beg and plead in the middle of the store and do our best at trying to convince my parents that we would be good as long as we got what we wanted. Sometimes it worked, but when it didn't. Well when it didnt, you best watch out. I specifically remember my little sister throwing some rather nasty ones. And when this happened, well we would be marched out of the store, the resturant until we could either calm down. My father would be the one to give us a 'little talking to' while mom would stay behind.

And growing up. I swore when my kids grew up I would handle things differently. Though how I didn't know. Maybe I was naive and thought they would never act they way we did as kids in the store. Believe me at ten things were a lot different. And as a kid, you swore what they were doing was the worst thing ever.

Yet as I stood there in the middle of the store, with Logan informing me I was wrong, and the lady across the way glaring at me. And my husband standing there asking me which movie I wanted over the other, all I could think about was. I get it. I totally get it All those years, of truly not understanding why my parents did what they did..and I finally got it.

And so I did the only thing I could think of.

I grabbed my screaming child, my husband. I abandoned the basket leaving everything right there in the middle of Target. (I am truly sorry for those that had to put it all away) I did not look back, or look at anyone really while Anderson hid Logans face and tried to unsuccessfully wipe away his tears.

As we left the store I wondered if this was how they felt. This pit in the stomach. Had I done the right thing? Caving in would have been a lot easier, and perhaps a lot less embarrassing.And for a moment I almost felt ashamed that I had let it get this out of hand. I wondered if they to questioned their own decision, if they swore they would never do such a thing in the middle of the store just as I had all those years ago. I did my best to hid the disappointment in myself, hide the tears that were bound to fall because I felt like I was the bad one in the situation.


Logan eventually calmed himself down enough that we could go to dinner-because our dinner still lay in the basket we left back at the store.-and as we sat there in the middle of the restaurant with a now happy little boy. The only signs of any meltdown was a blotchy red irritated cheek, and when a father flew out of the restaurant with a screaming kid in toe. I smiled, nodded to him in total understatement.

I had been there, we all had been there.

Welcome to the club.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Goodbye to a tradition.

Its been a tradition for a few years now. Every Thanksgiving started the same. My day before Thanksgiving hockey game with one of my best friends Sarah. It started several years ago, right when Anderson  first joined the organization. Back when we didn't have little man, we were still just the engaged couple and going to hockey games seemed like an appropriate way to kick off the holiday season. It also was Sarah and I's first official hockey game together. Which is how the whole tradition started anyway. After the game, win or lose we found ourselves at IHOP waiting on Anderson to finish. We would spend hours there, drinking stale coffee and flat soda while we downed those pancakes and listened to some horribly awesome music. The kind that you almost expect to hear during such an hour in the middle of a 24 hour diner. Anderson would break down the game for us,mentioning things here and there if we didn't understand. Because back then we weren't the experts of the sport that we pretend to be today.

As the years have gone by the tradition has changed a little, with a son I guess you would expect it. We still would hit up the game, and the diner, but sitting until 2 in the morning wasn't as feasible. Nor as recommended. I don't think I can even remember the last time I saw two in the morning, other than when little man was an infant that is. And there was a time or two that we skipped it all together for travel purposes, exhaustion or other reasons that are escaping me now. But for whatever reason we still hung to the game. No matter what. This was our tradition. If we did not make it to any other game together during the year, we would be there. 

Sarah said it best when she mentioned how it often wasn't about the outcome, or who it was against-which most of the time it was the Trashers, now Jets. It was about the evening. About our friendship and just the whole time together. It helped form who we became. The bond that kept us together...

But not this year. Thank you NHL lockout, my traditional hockey game and IHOP at 2am has been cancelled. The thought saddens me a bit as I was as I always am looking forward to it. It wasn't unexpected. I mean I pretty much knew it would not be happening this year. But maybe a bit of me was hopeful that something would be worked out. That the season could be saved. Now I don't know if I hold out any hope in even that happening.

Whether this bothers the players, or the owners in anyway I have not one clue. I know they could care less about my tradition. In fact they have no idea it even goes on. Sometimes I wonder if they even miss or care about the lockout, After all most of them are overseas playing in their home country, they are still getting some sort of income. And while there are a few Americans who will be celebrating Thanksgiving at home with their own families come tomorrow, I doubt hockey will even be on the forefront of their minds.

But here back at home. A day before Thanksgiving, and what is traditionally known as hockey night...

Well here, it won't exactly be the same.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

A board of magic

We have been on a board game kick here in the household as of late. It started right before Sandy, when we were preparing for the possibility of no power and a very active three year old.  Pulling out Chutes and Ladders, we introduced little man to a little thing called, a board game. Yes it was quite a concept to a son who assumed that the only games you can play are on a phone or on daddys Wii. Of course, as you know we were spared of Sandy's wrath thank the lord, but the storm taught us 2 important lesson.


1. Modern technology is great, but nothing beats a classic. 

This weekend while we were out, I suggested we continue this board game thing and picked up Candyland. A staple during my childhood, I was quite surprised when my own husband informed me he had never played it in his life. Seriously?? Who hasn't played this as a kid. None the less, we pulled out the classic, set it up and soon sat down to enjoy a Saturday evening with no TV and no phones.  And what we found, was that win or lose, little man enjoys his board games. Since picking it up, we have played somewhere of two dozen rounds of it. Anderson on his end seems to enjoy it as well though he still swears he does not remember ever playing it. I say he was apparently a deprived child.  It was amazing how for that two hours we sat there playing it neither of us checked email. Neither of us cared what game was on, what TV show we may or may not be missing and none of us cared that the house was completely silent.  I know people think they couldn't survive without the every day convenience of TVs. But on that Saturday night on the weekend before Thanksgiving, this family learned that sometimes, nothing can replace three plastic gingerbread men, and a board.

2. Little man does not need to win every game.

I get it. I know he is the kid, and he is only three and because of this he should win by default. And while I agree that he should win, and that it is an important lesson. I also feel that losing is just as important. And so we let him win-ok, so let may not be the correct word because he technically won on his own right-but we also let him lose. Should this make me a bad parent? I don't know. But here is the thing. If I let him win every game, every time he will grow up with the expectation that he will always win. And as much as I want my child to succeeded I also know that there are times when he won't win that first place trophy. When he won't win the girl, the game or even the lottery. And how did he take this lesson? Did he stomp and kick his feet exclaiming its not fair? Not fair at all? No, he smiled congratulated the winner and then said 'How about we play for 2nd.' and then he smiled and laughed and pulled out that next card, and then added. 'Maybe next time I will win.'

And perhaps this will be the greatest lesson of his life.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Five Question Friday 11/16: Cellphones.

Well my friends this has been beyond a doubt a hard week,  which explains why I have been away. I know I need to update, but for the moment this is not the time, nor the place to do so. Which is why I will just do a five question Friday, this weeks theme: Cellphones.

 1. When did you get your first cell phone?

August of 2001, I was actually the first one in the family to get one. It was a Nokia, which at the time was the big phone to get. I always wonder if they even still make them. Anyway. I bought and paid for all on my own, which made me so excited and proud. Of course this was only by request from my parents after I got lost heading to the mall....I had also just gotten my license the day before and always swore I knew where I was going. I will never ever forget that day...
2. Do you have any special ring tones, if so what are they?

Ah I used to. I actually miss it, but since I have converted to my Iphone, sadly no. I now have the same ring everyone and their mother who owns the Iphone does. But before hand. I did. And I would switch it up every so often. Usually it was the following

Summer-Summertime by Kenny Chesney
Fall-Bigger by the backstreet boys
Winter- Holiday music or Back to December by Taylor Swift
Spring- whatever fit my mood.

 3. Does your phone have a camera?

But of course. At this point, I wonder if there is a phone out there that doesn't. But yes mine does have a camera.
What kind of phone do you have now?

An Iphone4s.
What carrier do you use?

Verizon, and have been with them since 2003 I believe...

And there you have it. My FQF. May you all have a wonderful weekend. And may I find some time to update...

Friday, November 9, 2012

Five Question Friday: Kicking it old skool.

 Ah yes, its Friday!! This week's theme takes me back big time, back to when TV wasn't all about the whole reality thing. So here are the Five Question Friday to the theme of classic sitcoms,

 1. When was someone or something recently Too Close for Comfort?


The people on metro, who always seem to stand a little to close for my liking. I think the whole personal space pretty much goes out the window while riding the lovely metro.

2. Besides yourself, who’s recently been in Double Trouble?

I wish I could say my son, but in all honesty he is quite an easy, care free and really good kid. And sadly this is all I know. So I do not have a great answer for this. I am sorry.


3. What’s Happening?



Currently, not a whole lot. For a Friday afternoon, it is pretty dead. Most have taken off determined to enjoy a three day weekend, even if the company doesn't officially have the holiday off...

4.  Who’s the Boss?

In the house? We take turns actually. Currently my husband is. Tomorrow this may change and I could be. At work, a man named Charlie, he look Charles in Charge. LOL. I crack myself up.


5. What are you most likely to be up to from 9 to 5 tomorrow?

Running around doing errands and entertaining a very active 3 and a half year old. The good news, its supposed to be fairly nice out...we shall see...

Alrighty then, there you have it.....Enjoy and have a fabulous weekend.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Nominated.






Just about a week ago, I found out I was nominated for the Liebster Blog award thanks in part to Jessica from Living La Vida Holoka. I am both amazed and honored to be nominated as I have loved blogging for years now.  You may have never heard of the award, but it is given to up-and-comers in the blog world with under 200 followers. 

This is a pay it forward reward: 

Each blogger should post 11 random facts about themselves. 

-Answer the questions the tagger has set for you, then create 11 new questions for the bloggers you pass the award to.
-Choose 11 bloggers (with less than 200 followers) to pass the award to and link them to your post.
-Go to their page and tell them about the award.
-No tag backs!

11 Random Facts about me:

1. I like even numbers and have to always have my savings account be exactly even at all times. My husband often laughs at me for this. But someday he will thank me.
2. I type 75 words a minute, one handed. And yet I still can't memorize the numbers on the right side of the board.
3. I am a walking jukebox, seriously. At any given moment I will break out into songs. These range from various genres and decades. I also know just about every song at any given moment.
4. I have always wanted to break out into dance in the middle of the mall. Sort of like the way Tiffany did back in the 80s. Glee has only enhanced this.
5. My favorite day is Thursday. Weekend is just about here, Monday still far away. And the workweek just about done. I do not know when my love affair started. 
6. That being said, I was born on a Thursday. Meaning I apparently have/had far to go.
7. I had this huge crush on a kid named Josh back in elem. school. It was my first crush, and thought he was absolutely adorable. I was 7. I now follow him on twitter. 
9. I haven't had beef since Dec 2000 when I had a cheeseburger after an ice skating show. This was not truly by choice. 
10. My sister was on the show 'Thats Incredible' back in the day. Its her claim to fame. And if you remember the show at all, I would say thats incredible.
11. I have a thing for clean teeth. If I was on an Island, I would have to find a way to clean them.

10 Questions from the one that nominated me:

1. When did you start blogging?

Back in 2000, I was 19. This was of course more on online diary. But still it was well before the whole blogging craze truly took off..

2. With the holidays coming up, what are some of your favorite family traditions?

My mom always has a tangerine in the bottom of our stockings. I thought that when we got older it would stop, it hasn't. Its simple, and at times cheesy. But its something I look forward to every holiday season.

3. What's your guilty pleasure?

I love plugging in my ipod, and jamming to the boy bands of the 90s. Especially BSB. For some reason it just makes me feel a whole lot better. Judge all you will. I could spend a couple hours being reminded of the 'good ole days'

4. What's the last really good book you've read?

The Last one? FIREFLY LANE great book, made me laugh, cry, feel, love...everything. Great book for anyone with a friend throughout the years. Dif recommend. 

5. What is something that has made you happy recently?

My son. At three and a half, he is the love of my life.

4. What is one of your favorite smells?

Thanksgiving dinner. The whole warm smelling, pumpkin pie and all. I just absolutely love it.

5. What is one food you probably couldn't live without?

Turkey....enough said.

6. What is one of your best traits?

I am caring, and loving. I will go out of my way to make sure you are happy before I am. Its the way to be. It can also work against you.

7. How do you keep positive?

Music. If I am ever down, I jam to something, see above.

8. What's something you would absolutely love to splurge on if money wasn't an issue?

A trip to Italy. Because my husband wants to go there so bad, and while we were in Europe he gave up the chance to go, so that I could go to England, he did get to see Paris, which was his choice. If money was no object I would get him there. 

10. What's something you love about where you live?

The history. DC holds so much of , but its VA where I live that I forget how much history it has. I love the battlefields, the colonial. Everything. Its rich in history.

I nominate the following

Everyday Enchanted

Now for your questions:

1. What was the last thing you ate?
2. If you were born the other gender what would your name have been?
3. You have just won a 5 minute shopping spree at the mall, what store would you hit?
4. At what age do you consider/did you consider yourself grown up?
5. Whats your take on Uggs?
6. Who is your favorite president, dead or alive.
7. What Disney princess would you be for the day if you could?
8. When was the last time you played in mud puddles?
9. Thanksgiving or Christmas/Hanakkah?
10. Whats in your back pocket at the moment?


Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Election Day

Election day. It seems that the campaigns have been going on for so long now that this day has taken forever to get here. And like most of the rest of the country, I too did my civic duty and voted.  And I sit here, watching as the numbers go back and forth, one minute it seems to be swinging Romney's way, the next its Obama. Currently its tied. Dead even.We are in for a long night my friends.

Speaking of friends, if this election has taught me anything it has been the role social media has played, specifically in regards to Facebook. And how with a simple post, you can be unfriended, unliked and piss off quite a few people. I have sat back and watched, and ignored mind you half of what people post when it comes to political messages. As I have previously mentioned in past posts, while I applaud someone's enthusiasm and their support for a certain party but what I don't like is the rants, the verbal lashing and the disrespect I have seen from so many of those out there. If you post something like that, then in a lot of ways I would expect that someone will disagree. Especially when you post something as negative as I have seen. We must remember this though This is after all America. We were born and fought for our individualism, the right to have an opinion, and by posting yours, you invite others to disagree.  If you can't handle it, then don't post. Don't comment and ignore.

And truly, is arguing and getting pissed off really worth losing friends?

Something else we must remember, come tomorrow-providing we know by then-half of the country is going to be celebrating, while the other half will not. Like everything else there will be a winner and a loser. Plans will change, parties may divide and defeat will be admitted. And life? Will go on. No matter what. The sun will come out, the morning will start. I will drag myself out of bed and head into work.  My son will still be his goofy little self. And no matter what, things will be OK. Sure it may not be the answer you want. But in the long run, when things are all said and done.

Life goes on. And so will you.
No matter who wins.

Hang in there.


Monday, November 5, 2012

5 Unmissed Election Things.

With the Presidental election now just hours away. I would like to take this time to list a few things that I will not miss once Wednesday morning arrives.

1. Campaign TV Ads

That's right. Because apparently once during a commercial break is not enough. I will not be ashamed to admit I have long since tuned them out. And I am not slamming just one side here, because when it comes down to it, I find them both equally annoying here. Though for the record, I also think I know more about Maryland's Questions 6 (Gay Marriage) and their Question 7 (Casinos) than I do regarding anything I should be voting for in Virginia. I wonder how this happened.

2. Campaign Phone Calls

I don't actually know which is worse, the TV ads, or the phone calls. I haven't answered my home  phone since August. And while I have always liked having a home phone, this campaign has really made me re-evaluate my decision. And no Ms. Romney, or Mrs. Obama I know it is not you on the other end of the line, though I appreciate your efforts and your enthusiasm for your husband. Stand by your man.

3. The Political Talk around the office

Yes, I get it. I work in Government Contracting. And I know for the most part our lives revolve around what the government does. But it has become a twenty four hour session around the coffee pot these days. Its getting rather old. I can now tell you who likes whom-for the most part everyone seems to be Romney fans-and am getting rather tired of hearing the F work dropped after speaking of the President. Those that do support Obama, seem to sit silently fuming listening until they can no longer stand it and then it all hits the fan. While the views may be different, I am of the mind frame that you should have some respect for the president. Like or hate either party, candidate I believe it should be the standard, especially working where you work.

4. Being asked who I am voting for, and if I am Republican or Democrat.

I have, and I claim neither party. I have voted Republican and Democratic. I try to decide what or whom I believe will be right for the country. There are certain things I side with each party, making me an Independent. I will say I hate that I even have to declare anything. I am not a political person,.

5. Seeing the kids dressed in political party gear.

It annoys me to see kids in gear that states the following: I voted for Obama in 08', now I am voting Romney in 12'.  or Forward four more years... Why? Because no, they didn't vote in 08' In fact they weren't even around. I get the parents are full supporters but I really don't think kids should get truly involved. Especially kids that are still in diapers and don't know any better. Even worse when you get them to chant things during a fall parade two months before election. I was sick when I saw two kindergarteners going at each other because one was wearing Obama and one Romney. I wondered how much they actually knew of the man they were 'supporting' because  if you were to ask my son at the moment who is favorite president is he would say 'Obama' and if you asked him why: he would say this: Because that's what I know.' I am pretty sure most kids feel the same way. Despite what their t-shirts say. Leave the politics to the grown ups.

And there you have it. Five things I will look forward to not seeing after the election.
Which if you ask me, can't get here fast enough.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Moving on.

As if Sandy wasn't enough bad news, yesterday sealed the deal.  But I guess, in order to really understand the current story, I should start from the beginning. Back to September. When the whole story first started.

I applied to a job working for the local school system in Fairfax county. For the school board.  I had and have been interested in working for the system for awhile now, though a teacher I am not. Still I threw my name in the hat figuring I had at least a decent shot of even getting a phone call. Though in all honesty at that point I really wasn't expecting it. At all.

It came a month and a half later. They were interested in me, and wanted to interview me. I sat there for the next week, preparing myself, prepping for senerios and questions until I felt the most confident I had ever felt. In fact I knew I was going to kill it. This was my job, and it was mine to take. I just knew it.

And I left, feeling wonderful. If there was a recipe for the perfect interview, I am pretty sure it would have been it. I answered everything with confidence, I smiled. I shook their hands. I did everything right as far as I was concerned. And it must have worked, the next day they contacted me for more information, for references. And three days after I was told they were contacting them. And I was thinking this was it. It was mine. I mean you don't contact references for no reason right?  Now coworkers were starting to know I was looking. But this was ok, I mean surely if they called the references that meant only good things. I having worked in recruiting and staffing to know that when you call, its a pretty sure bet.

Then they called...and a second interview was set up. And I was feeling pretty good, though a little confused why the called the references before they finished interviewing. The second interview went well, I wouldn't say I knocked it out like I did the first. But it was still really well. I was told I would hear either way. And by everyone that worked for the county, the longer it took to hear back the more likely I would get the position.

I waited patiently, each day expecting that email. It never came. Good sign. Especially since the past time I had interviewed I received the thanks but  thanks email two days later. I listened as friends, my mother and even Anderson told me repeatidly I had the job. Despite my worry I didn't. I was getting nervous, the lack of news made me nervous. The longer they took, the more I doubted. The more I figured I didn't get the position. Even if I had heard it took forever I began to wonder how long was to long to hold out hope. A week? Two

Turns out three. It took three weeks.

And within seconds, a blink of an eye really, it was over. My hopes of landing that job I really really wanted dashed. Over.

It hurt like hell to read the email. I cried. I sat there feeling sorry for myself and disappointed and feeling every other sort of emotion that I can't find words for at the moment.

There was no real reason given, they said they were impressed with me but they went with someone that was a better match. Whatever that means.  Maybe they had that degree that I am still trying to get. Maybe they looked like they fit in with the group more than I did. Maybe I could sit here and go around all night speculating on things.

Truth is, I know I will truly never know why.

I know things could be worse, I have seen recent reports on Sandy. I know I have a job, and whether it is my ideal position or not, I know far to many people that would love to have one right now. Things could be worse. The right job will come, I just need to be patient. These are all the things I have heard since receiving the news twenty four hours ago.

But right now, that is little constellation.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween, 2012

Halloween, 2012. This year it seems more trick than treat.

Sandy has come and gone, leaving her destructive remains along the east coast. Two days after making landfall, life is beginning to get back to normal.

I returned to work this morning. My office, which sits along the Anacostia is lined with fans, an workers who are trying to repair the damage that Sandy brought. It seems that while my home was spared, the office, as minor as it was, got hit.

Schools are back in session, disappointing kids and half of my friends who work for the various school systems alike. Metro, the government and just about everything in DC is back to normal, or some variation.

I know we were lucky. We dodged a bullet. I also know, had Sandy taken a different path, it could very well been us who got the blunt of the storm. Instead of NYC and NJ, who at this very hour are still struggling to pick up the pieces of a broken city. Or cities. I sat for two days watching the aftermath of the hurricane, shaking my head and feeling sick to my stomach at just how a storm can bring down a city, if not permanently. at least for the foreseeable future.

My heart goes out to them.

I know my son will go trick or treating tonight, he will throw on his pirate attire and beg for candy and do everything that a happy three year old is supposed to do on Halloween, having no idea that kids in a city, not all that far in reality from him aren't able to do the same.

We are fortunate for this.

I also realize this is not your typical Happy Halloween blog post. Maybe its not supposed to be.

Maybe it doesn't have to be.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Hurricane Sandy


Hurricane Sandy...
My thoughts and prayers go out to the city of New York, and NJ where tonight, many people are without homes, food, electricity and hope. May you all be safe, stay strong and know that you are dif. in my thoughts....



Monday, October 29, 2012

Impact

Sandy began her approach this morning, though in all honesty it truly began like any other rain storm really. So much so that we headed into work, because neither Anderson nor my owns work decided to close. Still we made plans to head out early, whether we were given the OK or not. The way I figured it, they were lucky enough I made it in there, and if things where going to be heading the way they were projecting, there was no way I was going to be sitting in an office for the next forty-eight hours.

No way in hell...

And if that wasn't enough, the fact that I came in to three other people-all of which were managers-sealed the deal. I listened as one by one people called in, feeling like they were the smarter of the bunch. And I remained, earning some mad props from the managers who didn't expect most of anyone to be in. Though I admit, I got the hell out of there as fast as I could. Finishing a report and sending myself some things to do in the likelihood that I would not be in tomorrow, before deciding enough was enough and made my way home.  With the deserted roads, and government and the transportation shutdown, it made for an eerie scene as we left. It was like everything and everyone packed up and just left town.

Anderson and I picked up little man from the in-laws and then came home to hanker down for the long run. For how long, it remains to be known as of the moment, we have been fortunate enough not to lose power. It has flickered but it still remains. We were able to cook dinner, give a bath and are now watching TV. We are told its still supposed to get bad, and the winds will be the huge factor tonight. Most everything has been closed for tomorrow including the metro, the government and  my scheduled exam, which I am oh so heartbroken about. And life in the DC area at least for the moment is on standstill.

Believe me, in a town like DC, standing still is pretty damn near impossible.
Way to go Sandy.
Way to go.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Sandy.

A week before election and the biggest news story is not on the candidates and where they may or may not be going, but rather a female storm named Sandy. She rolls into town in a little less than twenty four hours supposedly, bypassing your typical hurricane destination of Florida and hitting the DC/NJ/NY area.

Yep.

And despite the numerous amount of warnings we have received since Thursday, Anderson and I have seemed to be the only ones to ignore it...meaning we are totally not prepared. OK, so Andy God Bless him, has gone and decided now is a good time to go get something. Just in case. But still I am feeling very uneasy this evening as I watch the news on yet another update. Its coming. Its going to be bad, and we may or may not have power come Wednesday. This explains why he is currently out.

Pretty sure the Floridians are laughing at us right about now.
But, if they got a freak snow storm, I am sure they would be doing the same. Even if it was only a millimeter amount.

We have gone over senerios and what ifs. Losing power, the work situation. As of right now, neither Andy nor I have had work give us the we are closed signal. And neither of us expect it to come either. We have little man to think about. And everything else. I have school, its cancelled for Monday, Tuesday is still up in the air. Since I have an exam on Tuesday, a part of me really wants it closed. But not holding my breath. And until the storm actually does hit, I suppose these what ifs are truly just that, what ifs....

Until further notice.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Where o where.

Remember back in the summer, when I mentioned how swamped I was? How all I wanted was the long lazy days of summer? Except I was nothing but busy.

Well some things don't change.

Here we are, the last weekend of October is fast approaching and I find I have not slowed down at all. And where has it gone?

In school, in a wedding and a baby shower. Both were great in their own ways. I need to update and blog about them.

And one on Logan.

I keep meaning to. But between work, school and trying to keep up with a son who is becoming more of a full boy every day is exhausting enough. I will not even mention my commute, which lately has been hoovering around three hours on any given day for really no apparent reason.

The days are getting shorter, which means my time often slips right by me without a blink. And that post I had every intention on writing gets pushed off for another day, another weekend.  And suddenly I am staring at the holidays right around the corner. And I promise myself, and to my small community of readers that I will do better. Try harder. Write more.

Starting tomorrow....

Monday, October 22, 2012

A new appreciation

This morning I came in to the news that a coworker down the row from me was given the news, come Wednesday he would no longer be employed.
 
 While I don't know the full specifics of it, by my guess he did not see it coming. And for some reason this made me stop and really think. After all, I sit here patiently waiting for news on what could be great-fingers crossing-and while I may hold my breath I know that either way I do have a job. Sure at times I may bitch about it, grip about and think lord help me if I have to wake up one more morning. But for the moment, I don't have to pack up my stuff and worry about where the next pay check is going to come from.

For some reason the news just made me really think. Because I know, this could in fact happen to anyone. At any time. It could be Andy, or me or anyone. 

You just never know.

And I don't have a wife who stays home with my six kids. Like this gentlemen did. I can't even begin to imagine what that conversation around the dinner table is going to be like tonight. I wanted to do something for him, even though in reality I know I couldn't. What do you say, I'm sorry doesn't seem right. Neither does the we wish you well. Words at the moment don't see right I suppose. They did offer him a two week pay, though even that didn't seem like a great gift.

I left this evening thinking of that coworker, and for the first time in awhile I realized things could surely be a lot worse than they truly are....

Friday, October 19, 2012

Friday Five-Wallflower

Happy Friday to one and all! Autumn is dif. in the air these days. I love the changing of the season, even if I am not that fond of the cold. Anyways time for another week of Friday Five: This weeks them is Wallflowers. Enjoy.

1. What do you remember about high-school dances?

I was never one to actually have dates lined up. I do however remember three guys who made those awakward moments at least bareable. 1. Eric, a year older who in the final school dance actually requested a song specifically so I could dance with him. He said he notice how I sat there and watched everyone else the entire time and thought I needed to be danced with. 2. Edison, who worked with my mom at the local Wal-Mart. He took me to my sophomore homecoming and had a huge crush on me. He didn't know much English. I didn't know much Spanish. It was a strange night, especially when the fire alarm went off. 3. David, my cousins best friend-who I asked last minute to my senior prom. English, with a brilliant accent. I was made fun of and was asked to the prom by a guy later I found was a joke that everyone was in on. Still he stepped up to the plate and said he would be honored to go. Having him on my arm that night felt pretty damn good, especially when the classmates got a look at him.. And he was hot, as in he won homecoming king at a rival high school. But he took me to mine, and was honored. His father was a member of parliament across the pond. For a moment, I thought I was fitting of Queen.

2. At whose house would you and your friends usually gather after school-related activities?

Ah, I had this friend, actually have since we still see each other to this day. We were pretty inseperateable back then. It was either her house or mine....I don't think we really cared what we did. Movies, boys. , run through rain puddles after school etc..name is Megan...yep those were the good old days.

3. Who in your school had a memorable nickname?

I don't remember, I wasn't friends with people in that sense. I know my nick name was smilie, since every time they saw me I was smiling, strange since I was bullied. But I am not sure that or this qualifies as a memorable nickname. 


4. What was your high-school cafeteria like?



Very Clickish. Loud, overcrowded and always a disorganized mess of kids.....if you didn't go where you weren't supposed to, and kept your eyes to yourself. You were fine.


5. Your parents aren’t reading this, so what were some of the crazy (or just memorable) things you or your friends did while driving?

By now I am sure you know I was not one to get myself in trouble, so for the most part it was all clean fun. But the times I do remember were of a friend or two-Megan and Wendy specifically.- Because they did drive, and had cars. We would go out, driving and just roll our window down and blare annoying pop music that we knew people hated but we didn't care because it was fun, and it was cheesy. And we were having the time of our lives jamming to Barbie Girl, and Quit Playing Games with my heart, and MMMbop And how we absolutely couldn't wait to grow up...and now looking back, those were some of the best times...

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

And the beat goes on...

Sometimes its the waiting that's the hardest. The not knowing. The thinking of all the possibilities. Each time my phone beeps, I jump. Each time a new email pops up. I hold my breath. Just waiting.

I keep checking my phone, turning it on and then off. Saving battery for the just in case they call. Though when that phone call-should it come-could be anytime from now til two weeks. For my sanity sake, I hope it is sooner rather than later.

I go through moments when I am certain it will be good news and moments when I am uncertain. I have never been through so much of a roller coaster of emotions since I first found out I was expecting.

I know I want this. I know I can do this.....
I just hope they believe it as well....

Sunday, October 14, 2012

The good old hockey game.

This past Thursday would have been the official start of the season. Friday I would have walked into the Verizon Center, taken my first good sniff of the all to familiar scent of fresh ice and thought.

Its good to be back.

But instead of entering the phone booth, ready to get the season under way I sat at home watching the Nats get defeated by the Cards. And instead of waking up Saturday morning analyzing the first two days with Anderson I sat in the comfort of my living room watching reruns of 24/7 the road to the Winter Classic with the Caps/Pens. It was the closest thing I could get to an actual season. It probably should have thrilled me, after all I know how it ends. Except, it didn't. In fact the only thing it really truly did for me was made me realize how much I missed the game. Missed the fans, missed the organ at the arena, the crappy overpriced food that one gets. I missed the fights, the chants, I miss seeing Ovi, and Laich and any other member being flashed across when they score, the obnoxious fan who always roots for the other team, no matter who that other team actually is. I miss the blood on the ice.

I miss hockey.
Period.

 Sure the fact that we don't have a season at the moment means Anderson is actually around, our weekends have remained somewhat normal. Logan has been able to enjoy both parents. But even he I find is getting a little frustrated. Resorting to watching football and the baseball playoffs. Neither of which seems to be of any interest to either of us-especially since the sox never had much of a season, and the Nats are out of it as of last Friday. He looms over the NHL network watching and analyzing last year playoffs, and he doesn't seem to care that its team he has little interest in. Its hockey. Its something. 

But its not the hockey season we hoped.

In the beginning he was siding with the players, backing them in full support. But as time goes by, even he admits that its getting a little ridiculous. His hopes of having hockey back by Thanksgiving seems to be at the moment, a little more wishful thinking than actuality. Still he remains optomistic that there will be hockey this year. Though to wait capacity he is still unsure of...
At this point, I think I would just be glad to have it back. No matter what the terms and the length was.

I just want hockey.
Period. 

Sociable