Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Ten Things I'm Thankful For

Excuse my language, but I must admit, I bitch a lot. Lately my rants have been all about how people feel the need to create problems where there are none; toys and gender, women walking around topless because men do, a Catholic priest refusing to perform a marriage ceremony for a gay couple... The list goes on.
My point has nothing to do with any of these topics, as I'd like to save my rants for another day. Today, I'd like to stop my bitching and list just 10 things that I am thankful for...
1. This moment. Right now, I am cuddling with my nine-month-old baby boy, who is snoring so perfectly in my ear, as my unborn daughter kicks and stretches in my belly.
2. Sebastian, my five-year-old, who makes me laugh every single day, even though he sometimes drives me crazy.
3. AC! A luxury that I am so grateful for, especially during thsee dog days of August when I am waddling around, pregnant and uncomfortable.
4. Clean water. Warm water. Cool water. Whichever I desire, I have clean, running water to drink, to bathe in.
5. A safe place to raise my children. Tragic things can happen anywhere, at any time. But my neighborhood isn't the scene of drive-by shootings or suicide bombings. Thanks be to God that I have been given this blessing that so many others are denied.
6. My job. I am not a millionaire and I am not able to stay home with my children like I'd love to do. But I have a job when so many others do not. My husband and I may struggle sometimes to make ends meet, but we do it by the grace of God, because we both have the opportunity to work.
7. Healthy food for my family to eat. It may not always be the most nutritious, but it's healthy and store-bought. I don't have to dig in a dumpster for my next meal and I can't even begin to imagine if I had to.
8. I'm able to make other people smile. I'm sure sometimes people want to tell me to shutup. But when I'm not being a huge PITA by ranting or being a hormonal pregnant woman, I make people laugh. And that makes me feel like I'm doing something right.
9. My husband is a morning person! I am not a morning person and I struggle every day to get out of bed on time. He, on the other hand, jumps up when his alarm sounds and begins his day. Because he knows I have a hard time getting a move on, he makes my coffee and brings it to me in bed; puts together lunch for me; takes the kids lunches, bags, etc. out to my car so I only have to carry the baby and my purse; wakes Sebastian and gets his breakfast ready while he dresses; and gets himself ready for work. He does all of this in an hour and it makes my day so much easier. Today he had to he to work a few hours earlier and, what do you know, I was late to work because I had to do it all on my own!
10. The amazing people in my life. My true friends, my family, my clients who are some of the kindest and most generous people I have ever met. I certainly couldn't get through each day without them.
God has truly blessed me and I have so much to be thankful for, but I'll leave it at this for now. What are you thankful for?

Friday, August 14, 2015

Describe the Light...

Writing prompt: Describe the light.
The light in my bedroom every night is cast by our video monitor, which is a truly awesome thing to have for our kids. Yet the light, for me, is a distraction. It doesn't bother my husband, who can fall asleep on command and just snores away, but I believe it's one of the reasons I can't stay asleep at night--add in the discomforts of being in the my third trimester of pregnancy and I barely sleep at all. Hence, it's almost 3am as I write this.
Now, I know I'm going to be crazy tired when my alarm goes off in a few hours and I'm going to have to force myself out of bed (my husband can also wake up and immediately get out of bed on command). But, what else can you do when you can't fall back asleep?
So, back to the light. Can I get some reader involvement with this one? I see my Facebook friends answering random questions all the time and I've had many of you tell me that you miss reading my blog when I'm not actively writing. However, I rarely see any comments, likes, etc. So, I ask you to simply, "describe the light." Interpret that as you will.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

What's in a Dream?

Kevin and I are driving down the highway on a crisp fall day, the sun shining brightly, not a cloud in the sky. We pass a hospital as a helicopter is getting ready to land on the roof. I point it out to Kevin, who's focused on the road. Another hospital is ahead. This one, too, will be having a helicopter land on its roof within minutes.
We continue driving down the long highway and an airplane is falling quickly from the sky, not in a nose dive, but in a roll, wing over wing. Smoke begins pouring from the engines.
Something is very wrong. I have a gut wrenching feeling that the world is about to be thrown into chaos.
The road we're driving on is no longer made of black top, but an electronic screen that now looks like the ocean, except for the glitches that cause the screen to go blank. There are animated sharks and schools of fish. But unlike the pavement, the screen isn't flat. It is rising and falling like waves, throwing vehicles in every direction as drivers fail to keep control.
All the vehicles are now afloat as the screen turns to water and we are tossed upon the raging waves.

And then I wake up.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Reminders of the Ones We Love

I walked into my bedroom tonight and stopped in my tracks. For just a second, it smelled exactly the way my grandmother's sheets had always smelled. I can't describe it any other way. I took a second sniff of the air, but the scent had gone. I smiled and continued on, as I am sure this was my grandmother's way of telling me that she's with me.
Whenever I'm going through a rough time, my grandmother always makes her presence known. A few years ago I was struggling with some very stressful things, so I went to my grandmother's grave and talked to her. I asked that she would send me a sign to let me know that everything would be okay. Because I always question everything, I was more specific. "Send me a yellow butterfly."
I waited a little while and looked around, but saw nothing. I didn't want to lose hope, but it was hard to have faith when I felt like I was hitting rock bottom. I got in my car and drove away.
Shortly before I arrived home, a yellow butterfly landed on my windshield, rested for a few seconds, then flew away. Just when I was least expecting it. And so I have seen many yellow butterflies since, but it often happens when I'm worried about something and I feel a little lost. Seeing that yellow butterfly, a sure sign for me of my grandmother's presence, reminds me that everything is going to be okay. It also reminds me that no matter how much I miss her, she's always here with me.
Have your loved ones who have passed sent you signs that they're with you?

Saturday, August 1, 2015

A Look Inside My Random Thoughts Part III

Lemon lime glucola. Better than orange, but still disgusting. I feel like a kid on Halloween after eating too much candy. I want to go for a walk to lower my blood sugar so I can pass this damn test, but unfortunately I can't leave the waiting room and it's not big enough to do a few laps in. So I guess I just have to hope and pray, which I'm doing a lot of. I really don't want to deal with these nutritionalists...
Boy, am I hungry. A stick of string cheese and 32 oz. of water really isn't a very satisfying breakfast. Could be worse...
I hope I make it back home in time to go along with my son to karate!
I still need to make a covered dish for my family reunion today. I want to make my grandmother's punch bowl dessert, but I always end up crying because it's not the same. Oh, how I miss her. I wish she were here to meet her great grandchildren. To spoil them with every treasure they find at all the yard sales and teach them how to play bingo and show them how to bake cookies and make funnel cake... 
Mmmm... nope, nevermind. I want nothing to do with anything made with sugar or carbs right now. The thought alone... ewe. This glucola makes it hard to think of anything else.
Walkin' on walkin' on broken glass!
I still have to get that window fixed. Oh, and that window... good times.
Thirty three minutes until I can get pricked and be on my way. Oh! Thirty two! Even better!
Thirty two. That's how many teeth were on the gear of the part for the window that I can't roll down. I've had some luck with car windows! I know the windows in my Mustang worked properly because my passengers had to climb through the window to get in. Ahhh, I miss that car. 
And my LeBaron. That window was a pain in the ass. And the loud exhaust... or lack of. But it was a convertible! Perfect for cool summer nights and crisp fall days. I miss that car, too...
This place is jumping! Lots of people getting blood drawn. And at least one other person has to drink that liquid nastiness. The taste I can deal with, but My Lanta, how horribly it makes me feel... yuck.
I just want to go home and eat toast and go back to sleep for a little while. 
Hey! That women's belly is as big as mine and she's due the same time I am! I wonder if people remind her a thousand times a day how "big" she is. "You're never going to make it to October." "Are you sure there aren't twins in there?" "I think they got your date wrong."
I think you're rude. That's what I think. Why do people think that seeing a pregnant woman gives them the right to comment on her weight and size?
I found out I was pregnant with my third child when my second was only three months old. I didn't lose any baby weight in between in case it's any of your business. Oh, and if you're really interested, again, because my son was only three months old when I found out I was expecting baby number three, I am 100 percent positive that my due date is not wrong.
I wonder when she'll be born. Early I'm sure, but I also tend to jinx things. My luck she'll stay in that cozy little home until I'm 43 weeks along or something crazy. Nah, the doctor will probably tell me she's huge like they said Noah was. Ha! He arrived and weighed less than they thought he had three weeks prior. Good thing. I was scared I was going to be delivering a 10 lb. baby. Better to think big in the long run!
Wow, that kid is loud. Makes me feel better about Sebastian's craziness in public. Generally he's pretty good, but he is a five year old boy with a lot of energy! Come to think of it, he did yell pretty loudly last time he was here with me. But he was saying thank you so at least he was using his manners!
Soooo sleepy! It's like drinking a crappy energy drink and crashing a half an hour later. Ooh! Only 15 minutes left!
I think I'll go to the bathroom and do some jumping jacks or something. Maybe that will do the trick. I really don't want to do the three-hour test. THAT is a real pain!
Well, I'm off to get pricked! Hey, now that I think of it... they never tested my sugar to begin with to make sure it wasn't too high or low for me to do the test in the first place! Good times.