At Work

 

I am at work much too late...trying to accomplish something (or nothing...it's all the same). I needed to print out some pictures of a little girl I work with and saw a little button on the bottom of the free photo editing software I use that said "blog this". So I did.

Trying again...

Wow. I can't believe that it has been a year sense I started this lame blog. I guess that I really am not very good at this.

I would like to get better at it, however, so lets give it another go, shall we?!?

How about a photo...

Isn't he the cutest!!! This is Ethan, my sweet, spirited seven year old. More on him another day.

I am not sure if I will keep up with this blog, or what I will do with it. It may just be my own private journal. Or maybe I will try to make it into something more. My family has been through a lot over the last year. Who am I kidding, its been at least 5 years. I was sitting in church today during our "time of silence". The church we have been going to for the last year has a 5 minute silent time in the middle of the service. While I dreaded it at first, I now am finding it is a good time for me to attempt to focus and pray. So today, I was praying for the little boy pictured above, and how it has been so difficult the last month, and how every decision I/we make is so difficult and unsure. I feel like this has been the case for all of my adult life. In the last 3 years, I have made significant career changes that have all been huge decisions that even now I still feel unsure about. We have been through 3 years of navigating the mental health system and trying to do what is best for Ethan. Over the last 3 years, my marriage has almost fallen apart more than once, but both of us are determined to make it work. I want to have some easy decisions. I want to wake up some day and have the information I need to make some of these decisions come to me by e-mail. Does God have e-mail??? Maybe a fortune cookie could help. Maybe I should just flip a coin.

One of my problems is that once I decide, I still doubt and internally debate and question. Then, like tonight, my stomach churns and tightens and heart flutters (not in a good way) and I make my way to the medicine cabinet for a bit of help so that I can eventually fall asleep.

Tomorrow will be another day, and other hundred decisions. Some will be automatic, some will take effort, and some will probably have me up late again tomorrow. But maybe tomorrow will be the day God figures out how to use his e-mail.

Yuck

I am down. Way, way down. I am certainly not adding any beauty, anywhere. What happens when you just don't know how to continue?

Yah...so I suck at this

But that's okay, because nobody...I mean NOBODY even knows about this blog yet, so if it takes me a while to get in the hang of this that's okay!

Official weekly poop count:

Kids: 4 or 5 assisted cleanups
Dog: 1 million 10 unassisted cleanups.

My dog wins the poop contest hands down. That is because she pretty much only poops in the house. I am going to start a new contest on who moves out first, the dog, my kids or me. I am thinking that within a matter of weeks, or maybe days, it's going to be me or the dog.

The problem with getting rid of the dog is my hubby is against it. At the same time, I am the one who cleans up the majority of the poop, literally, in this house. Plus, the dog is so darn cute. It's not her fault that her previous owners never trained her and then apparently dumped her. However, we have had no success in getting her trained, and she is destructive, a bit wild and gross.


"Save me...I am a cute puppy with a poopy issue"

So onto brighter things, like "adding to the beauty". Here is my first contribution:


My daughter helps me see the world through her eyes. Last weekend we were staying at my dad's house. After she woke up she bounced out to the kitchen to wish good morning on her grandpa. She twirled between two words and bounced up at the end of her sentence. How come adults don't do that? We (adults) are entirely too jaded and take ourselves waaaaaaaayyyyyyy to seriously. I would be afraid that if I tried my daughter's dance moves with the checkout person at Target I might get banned from the store though. I might have to try by just finding her joy in the simple things in life, like fitting buttons down a broken curtain rod. Now that's some serious Friday night fun.

Ciao

Day 1

I am here. This is my blog. I would like to start with something whitty and insightful, but really I just wanted to get my first post posted.

A few basic rules I am applying to myself.

1. Everyday, I will add to the beauty. I want to share something beautiful with you. It might be from my life, or something I have read, or a song. I just don't know yet.
2. Each post is going to have a dog vs. kid count. There is a current battle in my household for the animal which can make the most of their, shall we say, waste product go anywhere but in the toilet or on the nice tuft of grass outside our house.
3. Spelling and gramatical errors are allowed at this point, especially because they will agrivate the "him" of "Him & Me", so irregardless (hi Traci) of what errors you see, I do not care. Not yet anyway. When blog sponsers come knocking at my door I may have to clean it up a bit, but for now, who the hell cares.

Now, when I wake up, and can carve 15 minutes out of my hectic Monday, we will get this party started.

Goodnight all.