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| Mischa has decided this basket is "just her size" |
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| Mischa is getting sleepy..very sleepy |
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| ...and she's out! |
Friday, January 7, 2011
A Tired Putty Cat
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Really I am Fine
Please remember that my Blog is a wonderful way for me to express myself. All that I am willing to expose. I hold much to myself as I have to keep private some stuff (otherwise I would have to kill you all for knowing too much). That stuff I save for my Therapist (whom I am pretty sure is actually an Angel sent from God).
Anyway, I tried to warn you followers that my Blog has the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
Gotta have some ugly & bad with all that good.
It has come to my attention I worried a few friends with my last posting. puppet strings Let me assure any worriers, that I am fine. I actually started that post several months ago. It's just been a stressful couple of weeks with a lot of things pulling me in different directions. I started thinking about that unfinished post and was able to finish it.
My life in general is good. Perfect, no, not hardly. But basically I am learning to love the life I have been given.
In a perfect dream...
my daughters honor me,
my husband adores me,
my family is proud of me,
my job is fulfilling & rewarding,
my house is ultra clean,
I have time for activities I want to do,
etc etc etc... you get the picture.
Hence the word "DREAM".
That "ain't" my life.
My Hubby & daughters do love me...honor & adore are a bit strong.
My family (outside the immediate) I can never make someone feel something that they don't.
My job...what job? still unemployed.
My house.. HA HA, moving on,
Time for activities, I wish, however I am learning to make this more of a priority.
My life is perplexed. And I am learning to appreciate it.
Writing my feelings certainly help me to understand and deal with things. Your comments help me feel "normal", and even loved. Certainly cared for.
The strings that are pulling me are not winning. These strings are frayed, and I will free myself eventually.
Anyway, I tried to warn you followers that my Blog has the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.
Gotta have some ugly & bad with all that good.
It has come to my attention I worried a few friends with my last posting. puppet strings Let me assure any worriers, that I am fine. I actually started that post several months ago. It's just been a stressful couple of weeks with a lot of things pulling me in different directions. I started thinking about that unfinished post and was able to finish it.
My life in general is good. Perfect, no, not hardly. But basically I am learning to love the life I have been given.
In a perfect dream...
my daughters honor me,
my husband adores me,
my family is proud of me,
my job is fulfilling & rewarding,
my house is ultra clean,
I have time for activities I want to do,
etc etc etc... you get the picture.
Hence the word "DREAM".
That "ain't" my life.
My Hubby & daughters do love me...honor & adore are a bit strong.
My family (outside the immediate) I can never make someone feel something that they don't.
My job...what job? still unemployed.
My house.. HA HA, moving on,
Time for activities, I wish, however I am learning to make this more of a priority.
My life is perplexed. And I am learning to appreciate it.
Writing my feelings certainly help me to understand and deal with things. Your comments help me feel "normal", and even loved. Certainly cared for.
The strings that are pulling me are not winning. These strings are frayed, and I will free myself eventually.
puppet strings...
Have you ever felt like a Marionette?
Strings attached, making you say this and do that?
Throughout my life, I often felt, I am not much more than a puppet, with something pulling at my strings.
Often I wondered who was I? Who would I have been, if not for the strings?
Is this what I want? Or something someone else wanted of me?
Parents, Spouse, Children, Friends, Co-workers, Strangers... It didn't matter who pulled the strings, just that I don't know who I am without them.
Like Pinocchio wanting so to be a real boy, I want to know how to be me.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
such a busy generation
Today I paid respects to a friend's passing of his Father. This Father was 89. He lived an American dream. However, he has missed his dear wife for nearly two years. He was no longer a happy gentleman, but a sad old man. Even though he was surrounded by family that loved him so. Go here A Lovely Catholic Funeral to see the posting I did on his wife's funeral.
Dominic's funeral will be tomorrow. I am sure just as lovely.
His Sister-In-Law, is a woman I have adored for many years. She is elderly, but sharp and charming as ever. She is a good catholic woman. Loving and dear. I was very pleased to see her and have an opportunity to chat with her, this evening. She always has a good story to tell me of my Hubby, who practically grew up in her house. Even with many children, she always welcomed the neighborhood kids. Sergio (Hubby) ate many meals and slept many nights at their home.
Our childhoods were a different time. To us growing up, our days and evenings consisted of playing outside in the sun, rain, or snow. We loved it. Kickball, Ghost in the Graveyard, Hide N Seek. We would have water fights, ride our bikes for miles and hours, build forts, and staying overnight at friends.
Even as we got older and cooler. We hung out together. My neighborhood was full of parents that I listened too same as my own. Hubby too. The parents all looked out for us and were never afraid to tell us when we were screwing up. No one "minded their own business", as to the neighborhood, IT WAS every body's business.
Today's generation, kids are too busy. I rarely see kids playing outside in our kid-friendly neighborhood. Never in a pack as we. Occasions bike riders, roller bladers, or dog walkers, but these kids are plugged into cell phones and music players wrapped in a solo world.
They also seem to be loosing the art of communication. Sure, I know they have cell phones and gadgets and text all the time. They tweet too much personal information. They post pictures they may regret later. They have over 1,000 friends on Facebook. But, do they still have a real conversation?
Back too my dear elderly friend... while chatting with her, I brought up her grandchildren. She got sad mentioning one of them. Seems this young woman (she's 20) is very busy. My friend hasn't seen her in such a while. She sent a Christmas card with some money, but hasn't heard from her.... she knows she's busy...just misses her so. My elderly friend is about 90. Her Grandchildren do not realize how blessed they are to have this bright, funny woman with the best Italy and Indiana stories. I fear it will be too late before they realize it.
Makes me think of my own daughters. They too are so busy. They have been home for three weeks. They have less than one week left before heading back to classes. They have visited with both sets of Grandparents, but once, and briefly. They try to cram lunches and visits with friends, particularly the ones that do not go to the same colleges. However, they spend more time with their BSU friends than anyone else. (In fairness to my oldest, I do appreciate that she does give Hubby & I a lot of her time, and has graced us with her wonderful cooking skills quite a bit. But, she has no intention of setting foot in that retirement home on her own. Meanwhile, the youngest is gone a lot, in fact she is staying with her BSU roommate three hours away now).
I guess my point is, what will the next generation be like? I mean, my parents generation did many things with their parents, my generation did too but outside with them overlooking. My daughters generation continues to get overstimulated with gadgets and over-exposing themselves to everyone except those family members. What will I see with my own Grandchildren one day? I cherish my memories of time spent with my grandparents. Will they care about spending precious time with me?
I really hope so.
Dominic's funeral will be tomorrow. I am sure just as lovely.
His Sister-In-Law, is a woman I have adored for many years. She is elderly, but sharp and charming as ever. She is a good catholic woman. Loving and dear. I was very pleased to see her and have an opportunity to chat with her, this evening. She always has a good story to tell me of my Hubby, who practically grew up in her house. Even with many children, she always welcomed the neighborhood kids. Sergio (Hubby) ate many meals and slept many nights at their home.
Our childhoods were a different time. To us growing up, our days and evenings consisted of playing outside in the sun, rain, or snow. We loved it. Kickball, Ghost in the Graveyard, Hide N Seek. We would have water fights, ride our bikes for miles and hours, build forts, and staying overnight at friends.
Even as we got older and cooler. We hung out together. My neighborhood was full of parents that I listened too same as my own. Hubby too. The parents all looked out for us and were never afraid to tell us when we were screwing up. No one "minded their own business", as to the neighborhood, IT WAS every body's business.
Today's generation, kids are too busy. I rarely see kids playing outside in our kid-friendly neighborhood. Never in a pack as we. Occasions bike riders, roller bladers, or dog walkers, but these kids are plugged into cell phones and music players wrapped in a solo world.
They also seem to be loosing the art of communication. Sure, I know they have cell phones and gadgets and text all the time. They tweet too much personal information. They post pictures they may regret later. They have over 1,000 friends on Facebook. But, do they still have a real conversation?
Back too my dear elderly friend... while chatting with her, I brought up her grandchildren. She got sad mentioning one of them. Seems this young woman (she's 20) is very busy. My friend hasn't seen her in such a while. She sent a Christmas card with some money, but hasn't heard from her.... she knows she's busy...just misses her so. My elderly friend is about 90. Her Grandchildren do not realize how blessed they are to have this bright, funny woman with the best Italy and Indiana stories. I fear it will be too late before they realize it.
Makes me think of my own daughters. They too are so busy. They have been home for three weeks. They have less than one week left before heading back to classes. They have visited with both sets of Grandparents, but once, and briefly. They try to cram lunches and visits with friends, particularly the ones that do not go to the same colleges. However, they spend more time with their BSU friends than anyone else. (In fairness to my oldest, I do appreciate that she does give Hubby & I a lot of her time, and has graced us with her wonderful cooking skills quite a bit. But, she has no intention of setting foot in that retirement home on her own. Meanwhile, the youngest is gone a lot, in fact she is staying with her BSU roommate three hours away now).
I guess my point is, what will the next generation be like? I mean, my parents generation did many things with their parents, my generation did too but outside with them overlooking. My daughters generation continues to get overstimulated with gadgets and over-exposing themselves to everyone except those family members. What will I see with my own Grandchildren one day? I cherish my memories of time spent with my grandparents. Will they care about spending precious time with me?
I really hope so.
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