So, my 'baby,' turned 15 today. She is the youngest of six children, the third of three girls and to be honest, she was probably 15 years ago. You know that saying, "13 going on 30,"? Well, I have referenced her as my 42 year old child for years now. She is an old soul, housed in a young body (and emotions, and perspective at times).
I recall my sweet mother telling me how fast the child rearing years would go. I distinctly remember her advising me to let the dishes or other household chores go if there was an opportunity to read a book with my child in my arms. Or a bug to inspect. Or a flower to smell. She told me, "Those things can wait: they will always be there. But the opportunity to be there… to make a memory, or cherish the moment wouldn't."
So, to date, the oldest of my 'short people' is 31 and celebrated her 7th wedding anniversary. The next delightful child, my first born son is 27 and continues his intense training as a Marine Infantry Officer. My third child, second son, is equally successful in his Marine career and protecting/defending our country as an Embassy Guard (and officer candidate). My fourth child, second daughter is growing my first grand baby; a sweet girl named Emberly, due in less than two months (I can hardly contain myself!). The fifth 'short' person, third son and stands at almost 6ft tall, is 16, beginning college this fall, working almost full time and is so smart and inquisitive (I can never answer all his questions correctly)….. And then there is this sixth child----the fifteen year old who could pass for MY ancestor instead of my descendant (because of her old soul-ness). How did I get so blessed? How is it that I get to be the mother of such greatness, despite my inadequacies and failings??
I am so grateful I heeded my mother and her sage advice. Cuddling a child under my arm, on my bed or on the couch…. or even in the yard on the grass---to read a book together, or poke at potato bugs, or watch a seedling sprout that we had planted two weeks before---SO worth the waiting dishes or laundry. Because one moment missed turns into two. Then before you know it, weeks then months, then years have gone by and all the unimportant crap is still unimportant, but the treasures….the sweet, intimate moments and memories are seared in our hearts to recall later.
As I write this, 21 years, 2 months and a fews days ago, my sweet mother went home to be with Jesus. But she left a legacy of love behind that has guided my parenting beyond any other . And I am so glad of that. Even though I have had missed opportunities with these incredible people I get to call my children, I also know that I decidedly let other junk go so I could sit (or lie) at eye level to watch an ant carry a piece of bread. Or listen to the wind. Or just sit and drink hot cocoa on a cold winter night (when the power went out-----at least once a year in Gig Harbor---remember, kids!!!???)
Happy Birthday, sweet Selah. Happy turning 15 years old. Thank you for being my child, my sixth child. Thank you for continuing to be open to me, love me, talk to me, laugh with me…. I get a couple more years with you as you reside with me in this dwelling and I am going to love and appreciate every single day. Happy Birthday sweet, surprising, inventive, crazy (Snow White---you'll know what that means), smart, funny, beautiful girl! Thank you for blessing me as my daughter! Thank you for everything you have been or done the last 15 years as well as the next 80 years!! Happy Birthday!
Marmie
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
You Actually CAN Teach An Old Dog New Tricks!
Whoa. I noticed that I have a lot of 'drafts' in my library of blog posts. S'pose I should finish those…
SO. I guess I will add that to, "The things I learned about myself today."
Firstly, I learned that I need to work out (aka run, at least that was the workout today) earlier than I think on a work day. I have always known that my face turns and stays red for a couple of hours after a good workout, but, what I had not confirmed was the fact that I sweat (and sweat and sweat) for quite a while after the workout. I then continue to sweat after my shower (even a cool shower). I keep on sweating after I stand in front of a fan attempting to cool down. And I sweat throughout the attempted make up application as I try and get ready for work. So. First note to self: work out earlier so you can cool down longer and not show up to work red faced and sweaty.
Secondly, I can be successful when I set my mind to it. I have known this on many levels for many different things (parenting, marriage issues, education, work) and yes, even for fitness. But today, I set my mind to walk/run for 30 minutes and then to eat clean, even if it was just for day one. And I did it. I did it very well.
Third. I signed up for a free, uncredited learning course to begin to improve myself. I completed week one and I feel so great about it. The course is through, "Coursera" and it is entitled, "Learning How to Learn." I love it. I LOVE IT. I absolutely adore it. It is through UC, San Diego, instructed by some incredible people (Barbara Oakley) and I feel improved already. BTW, over 110,000 people world-wide signed up for this course. I love it (i know. i already said that) and I can't wait for more.
Fourth on the list: I am truly an introvert. I know that I have tested as an Introvert several times over the last 30 years but, as shocked as others were, I kind of denied it to some degree. You see, if you have ever worked with me or lived with me, or hung out with me for any amount of time, you would think me gregarious, straight forward, brash….and all the other synonyms for an outgoing personality. But that's not what introversion is, is it? I absolutely value, love, NEED my alone time---my quiet time, my solitude, to recharge. I am now going to really embrace this introversion and value it. It is ok to be an (extroverted) introvert.
Fifth (ly): I quit Facebook yesterday. I deactivated the account. I tried to delete the pictures, but "it" (the omnipotent FB god) wouldn't let me. I have felt compelled for quite some time now to deactivate it, but had found several excuses not to. Don't get me wrong, there was some value in having a FB account: hooking up with people/family/friends you haven't seen for a long time; learning about Coursera and other cool things; ideas…news….etc. But the downside outweighs the benefits. The loss of self. The loss of privacy. The loss of individuality. I lost just enough to quit. I hope it wasn't too late.
And now the last thing I have learned about myself recently; I need and love good sleep. And it is time for slumber. Especially when I need to get up and do my walk/run and then work for 12 hours in the ED tomorrow.
Good night, Universe! Good night all the great people (my children, my husband, and my family) that I love!
Here's to another great day of discovery and learning!!
Kiesa Moose
SO. I guess I will add that to, "The things I learned about myself today."
Firstly, I learned that I need to work out (aka run, at least that was the workout today) earlier than I think on a work day. I have always known that my face turns and stays red for a couple of hours after a good workout, but, what I had not confirmed was the fact that I sweat (and sweat and sweat) for quite a while after the workout. I then continue to sweat after my shower (even a cool shower). I keep on sweating after I stand in front of a fan attempting to cool down. And I sweat throughout the attempted make up application as I try and get ready for work. So. First note to self: work out earlier so you can cool down longer and not show up to work red faced and sweaty.
Secondly, I can be successful when I set my mind to it. I have known this on many levels for many different things (parenting, marriage issues, education, work) and yes, even for fitness. But today, I set my mind to walk/run for 30 minutes and then to eat clean, even if it was just for day one. And I did it. I did it very well.
Third. I signed up for a free, uncredited learning course to begin to improve myself. I completed week one and I feel so great about it. The course is through, "Coursera" and it is entitled, "Learning How to Learn." I love it. I LOVE IT. I absolutely adore it. It is through UC, San Diego, instructed by some incredible people (Barbara Oakley) and I feel improved already. BTW, over 110,000 people world-wide signed up for this course. I love it (i know. i already said that) and I can't wait for more.
Fourth on the list: I am truly an introvert. I know that I have tested as an Introvert several times over the last 30 years but, as shocked as others were, I kind of denied it to some degree. You see, if you have ever worked with me or lived with me, or hung out with me for any amount of time, you would think me gregarious, straight forward, brash….and all the other synonyms for an outgoing personality. But that's not what introversion is, is it? I absolutely value, love, NEED my alone time---my quiet time, my solitude, to recharge. I am now going to really embrace this introversion and value it. It is ok to be an (extroverted) introvert.
Fifth (ly): I quit Facebook yesterday. I deactivated the account. I tried to delete the pictures, but "it" (the omnipotent FB god) wouldn't let me. I have felt compelled for quite some time now to deactivate it, but had found several excuses not to. Don't get me wrong, there was some value in having a FB account: hooking up with people/family/friends you haven't seen for a long time; learning about Coursera and other cool things; ideas…news….etc. But the downside outweighs the benefits. The loss of self. The loss of privacy. The loss of individuality. I lost just enough to quit. I hope it wasn't too late.
And now the last thing I have learned about myself recently; I need and love good sleep. And it is time for slumber. Especially when I need to get up and do my walk/run and then work for 12 hours in the ED tomorrow.
Good night, Universe! Good night all the great people (my children, my husband, and my family) that I love!
Here's to another great day of discovery and learning!!
Kiesa Moose
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Souls....
A dear family friend made a simple comment on her facebook page that turned into the usual; mini commentaries reflecting individual FB user's thoughts. This one had to do with a much needed get away for this couple and ended up with thumbs up or down if they would or should have another kid. They currently have four. Four of the most precious, beautiful, thoughtful, incredible kids I have the pleasure of knowing. BTW, this couple, my friends, are fantastic parents. Really.
Around my 5th pregnancy I gave up apologizing for, well, for being pregnant. By my sixth, I knew I was at my limit and that is where I stopped. Yes, I know what caused it. Yes, I have six kids. No, I am not Mormon or Catholic. Yada, Yada, Yada. I have heard all the stupid, inconsiderate, otherwise thoughtless comments that could possibly be said. And when I witness another woman endure the same idiocy, I just want to jump in and punch the person inflicting pain on the poor woman (or, I guess it could happen to the dad too...).
For those of you who know my little (well, you know) family, can you imagine your life---my life, our lives if I had stopped after one? Or even not had the first one? I was a young, single pregnant girl. I was offered to give the pregnancy up for adoption ("There are so many people wanting a child who can't,"), or even terminating (which, personally was not an option for me). Can any of you imagine our lives without Brianna? She single handedly (albeit, a teeny, little baby hand) changed my life---as well as many of your lives. We wouldn't have Matt, or his blessed family, or all of Brianna's dear friends whom I think of a nearly my own. Our lives would be very different, wouldn't you agree?
Or Seth. What if I had stopped after Brianna and didn't have Seth? Good Lord! That man has enriched my life in ways I can't even find words for. Kind, protective, thoughtful, loving, SMART, a tremendous friend, tenacious, a true leader, gorgeous, ...and on and on.
What if I stopped with the recommended simple replication of a couple ("You have a perfect family! One boy and one girl now!")? Samuel, which means, "God has heard," has done nothing but make me smile and laugh since he came around. From being a perfect baby, to a constant laughing kiddo, to a little boy who set and achieved so many goals. Since the time he was three or four he knew he liked pretty, blonde women and would cater to them at every opportunity, including church. ("Can I get you a brochure? A drink of water?"). And how about when he discovered his little blue blazer with the red crest on the breast when he was six or so and he declared, "When I grow up, I am going to have a desk, a phone and a secretary."
Think about Valerie... and about Selah and Asa. What if I had stopped at three kids, or even four? Can any of you who have known us imagine who we would be without Valerie's infectious laugh and generosity, and her faithfulness? Or Asa's statements and ideology. Or Selah's stupid singing / syncing to pop songs, and the faces she makes--- or her snorting laughter. And even when stopping to think about all of that, there is so much more than just their personalities---or even the impact that they have on this world. I think about the years of nights (or afternoons) that the couch or my bed was filled with kids on either side of me as we read stories. Or meals, or grocery shopping, or 'field trips' as a family. As I think about removing any aspect of who they are from my life, well, I shudder at the thought.
A friend's mother said something profound to me one evening. I had just started as an RN, was working the night shift when another nurse who I later discovered was my best friend from high school's mom. She had overheard me answering someone about, "Yes, I am pregnant. Yes, this is my sixth child." She approached me and said, "You know I have two kids. I wanted more, but I ended up getting divorced and, well, it just didn't happen that way. I always wanted more. You know, I have never heard someone who had a lot of kids ever say they regretted it. But I have heard many people who, like me, only had a couple, regret not having more. Don't ever apologize for having a lot of kids. You are a wonderful mom and you have wonderful kids. Ignore the stupid people."
My oldest child is 30. My youngest is 14. I have six people who call me, "Marmie." My children are absolutely incredible people. They are six of the nicest, most thoughtful, godly, kind, generous, beautiful, considerate, intelligent, wise people I have ever known. I know that if I have done one thing right in this life, it was to be their mother. They are six souls that have made the lives of those they've touched, a better, more incredible place. I am so, so, so glad I had six children. I am so glad I had these six children.
Around my 5th pregnancy I gave up apologizing for, well, for being pregnant. By my sixth, I knew I was at my limit and that is where I stopped. Yes, I know what caused it. Yes, I have six kids. No, I am not Mormon or Catholic. Yada, Yada, Yada. I have heard all the stupid, inconsiderate, otherwise thoughtless comments that could possibly be said. And when I witness another woman endure the same idiocy, I just want to jump in and punch the person inflicting pain on the poor woman (or, I guess it could happen to the dad too...).
For those of you who know my little (well, you know) family, can you imagine your life---my life, our lives if I had stopped after one? Or even not had the first one? I was a young, single pregnant girl. I was offered to give the pregnancy up for adoption ("There are so many people wanting a child who can't,"), or even terminating (which, personally was not an option for me). Can any of you imagine our lives without Brianna? She single handedly (albeit, a teeny, little baby hand) changed my life---as well as many of your lives. We wouldn't have Matt, or his blessed family, or all of Brianna's dear friends whom I think of a nearly my own. Our lives would be very different, wouldn't you agree?
Or Seth. What if I had stopped after Brianna and didn't have Seth? Good Lord! That man has enriched my life in ways I can't even find words for. Kind, protective, thoughtful, loving, SMART, a tremendous friend, tenacious, a true leader, gorgeous, ...and on and on.
What if I stopped with the recommended simple replication of a couple ("You have a perfect family! One boy and one girl now!")? Samuel, which means, "God has heard," has done nothing but make me smile and laugh since he came around. From being a perfect baby, to a constant laughing kiddo, to a little boy who set and achieved so many goals. Since the time he was three or four he knew he liked pretty, blonde women and would cater to them at every opportunity, including church. ("Can I get you a brochure? A drink of water?"). And how about when he discovered his little blue blazer with the red crest on the breast when he was six or so and he declared, "When I grow up, I am going to have a desk, a phone and a secretary."
Think about Valerie... and about Selah and Asa. What if I had stopped at three kids, or even four? Can any of you who have known us imagine who we would be without Valerie's infectious laugh and generosity, and her faithfulness? Or Asa's statements and ideology. Or Selah's stupid singing / syncing to pop songs, and the faces she makes--- or her snorting laughter. And even when stopping to think about all of that, there is so much more than just their personalities---or even the impact that they have on this world. I think about the years of nights (or afternoons) that the couch or my bed was filled with kids on either side of me as we read stories. Or meals, or grocery shopping, or 'field trips' as a family. As I think about removing any aspect of who they are from my life, well, I shudder at the thought.
A friend's mother said something profound to me one evening. I had just started as an RN, was working the night shift when another nurse who I later discovered was my best friend from high school's mom. She had overheard me answering someone about, "Yes, I am pregnant. Yes, this is my sixth child." She approached me and said, "You know I have two kids. I wanted more, but I ended up getting divorced and, well, it just didn't happen that way. I always wanted more. You know, I have never heard someone who had a lot of kids ever say they regretted it. But I have heard many people who, like me, only had a couple, regret not having more. Don't ever apologize for having a lot of kids. You are a wonderful mom and you have wonderful kids. Ignore the stupid people."
My oldest child is 30. My youngest is 14. I have six people who call me, "Marmie." My children are absolutely incredible people. They are six of the nicest, most thoughtful, godly, kind, generous, beautiful, considerate, intelligent, wise people I have ever known. I know that if I have done one thing right in this life, it was to be their mother. They are six souls that have made the lives of those they've touched, a better, more incredible place. I am so, so, so glad I had six children. I am so glad I had these six children.
Friday, May 11, 2012
"Are we there yet?"
Gladly, I are not 'there' yet. I have not yet arrived. There is still learning and growth and challenges before me. How you perceive this, I think, will have a major effect on how you view the outcome.... or better yet, how you view the future adventures ahead.
I, for one, hope never to have 'arrived.' To have arrived means that I have learned and experienced all there is out there to learn or experience. To have arrived means I am now the person I have hoped to become in this lifetime. If I am 'there,' then there is nothing left to stimulate or grow, entertain, or challenge me.
I am clearly not there yet. I have not yet arrived. Technically (hopefully) I am midlife right now. If not midlife, then the alternative is that I will have a shorter than expected life, and I am not up for that. Nor would I want to live past any usefulness. I want a life that gives me around 75 or 80 years of a productive life.
So, hopefully, I am past the petty, silly, inconsequential crap. I am beyond the stuff that really does not matter. I hope and pray I am past being selfish and rude because I think I am better than someone else. (come one... if you want to be honest with yourself, you have thought this at some point in your life---with some circumstance, AT LEAST once. whether it is a person who lacks fashion. Or maybe style. Or education---that's a viable one-up, right??? Those who have degrees are CLEARLY better than the ignorant...right? And, ones living situation. You live, where? Oh. Uh huh. That's nice. I am SO glad I don't live like THAT!)
The reality, in my estimation, even if you might harbor some pride inside your heart, is that we are no better than the least of these. We simply are no better than the least of these. No matter what you think you possess.
Years ago I was treating a gal who just happened to be a prostitute. She had come to the ED with viable medical needs. But during my nursing assessment of her, I discovered that she had been raped by 4 men whom she had been "partying" with that night. What we were treating her for was nothing related to this, but still, I stayed with her. I sat with her for a bit, offering her social work services and treatment for rape, which she refused.
She detailed the events of the evening. She told me everything. I told her she had the right not only to be checked and treated for this, but to have the police find the men who did this. Right??? A woman who had four men force sex has the right to protest?
No, she said. Who would believe her? She is a prostitute. Not only, who is going to believe her, but she was "partying" (drugging) with them, so she deserved it, right? AND, she said, "I have been down that road before, and it's not worth it."
So, I treated this gal for her ER needs and sent her on her way, at her request. But she obviously made an impression on my mind and in my career. And it's peculiar; her impression wasn't just because of her circumstance or plight, but more-so because of my perception/viewpoint of her. You never know what someone has lived until you have been through it with them. But for the grace of god, go I. And, honestly, even in the midst of grace and other peaceful things..... this gal was just as important as me, if not more so.
I hope and pray I am not "there yet." Help me grow and learn. Give me MORE compassion (yes, yes: i have oft said that "i hate people,"), teach me LOVE and mercy. I have so much to learn. So much to grow into. I have NOT arrived. And I want never to have arrived~!.
I, for one, hope never to have 'arrived.' To have arrived means that I have learned and experienced all there is out there to learn or experience. To have arrived means I am now the person I have hoped to become in this lifetime. If I am 'there,' then there is nothing left to stimulate or grow, entertain, or challenge me.
I am clearly not there yet. I have not yet arrived. Technically (hopefully) I am midlife right now. If not midlife, then the alternative is that I will have a shorter than expected life, and I am not up for that. Nor would I want to live past any usefulness. I want a life that gives me around 75 or 80 years of a productive life.
So, hopefully, I am past the petty, silly, inconsequential crap. I am beyond the stuff that really does not matter. I hope and pray I am past being selfish and rude because I think I am better than someone else. (come one... if you want to be honest with yourself, you have thought this at some point in your life---with some circumstance, AT LEAST once. whether it is a person who lacks fashion. Or maybe style. Or education---that's a viable one-up, right??? Those who have degrees are CLEARLY better than the ignorant...right? And, ones living situation. You live, where? Oh. Uh huh. That's nice. I am SO glad I don't live like THAT!)
The reality, in my estimation, even if you might harbor some pride inside your heart, is that we are no better than the least of these. We simply are no better than the least of these. No matter what you think you possess.
Years ago I was treating a gal who just happened to be a prostitute. She had come to the ED with viable medical needs. But during my nursing assessment of her, I discovered that she had been raped by 4 men whom she had been "partying" with that night. What we were treating her for was nothing related to this, but still, I stayed with her. I sat with her for a bit, offering her social work services and treatment for rape, which she refused.
She detailed the events of the evening. She told me everything. I told her she had the right not only to be checked and treated for this, but to have the police find the men who did this. Right??? A woman who had four men force sex has the right to protest?
No, she said. Who would believe her? She is a prostitute. Not only, who is going to believe her, but she was "partying" (drugging) with them, so she deserved it, right? AND, she said, "I have been down that road before, and it's not worth it."
So, I treated this gal for her ER needs and sent her on her way, at her request. But she obviously made an impression on my mind and in my career. And it's peculiar; her impression wasn't just because of her circumstance or plight, but more-so because of my perception/viewpoint of her. You never know what someone has lived until you have been through it with them. But for the grace of god, go I. And, honestly, even in the midst of grace and other peaceful things..... this gal was just as important as me, if not more so.
I hope and pray I am not "there yet." Help me grow and learn. Give me MORE compassion (yes, yes: i have oft said that "i hate people,"), teach me LOVE and mercy. I have so much to learn. So much to grow into. I have NOT arrived. And I want never to have arrived~!.
Thursday, April 26, 2012
untimely timeliness
well hello there. how are ya? good. good...
so. this week was filled with a whole lot of nothing. and yet it was filled with a lot of stuff.
5 of the six originals were here for dinner tuesday evening. only one missing was the banana (brianna) who was hoping for greatness in recoloring walls in her new abode. but did i take pics of this event that rarely happens???? nope. i was too busy spending time with the kiddos. note to self: take a couple shots so you can prove how happy you all were. (sam departs in less than two weeks and we shan't see him again for quite a while. it's that derned life he keeps living that keeps him away from his fam of origin. dirty rat).
the second middle child, valerie, robert and i went for an exclusive hike in our little mountain side hills (5 minutes out the door and a vast expanse to explore). we got over 2 hours of an uphill climb (both ways, i tell ya) and a lot of calories burned. good thing-- there was no snow .... and that it was more than 5 miles up hill both ways. the caveat is that my hips, buttocks and quads are REALLY letting me know how effective the climb was. YAY! let's do more of that and less of ineffective, boring workouts! didn't see any cougars, although we were prepared! heard and saw the FANTASTIC 'First Creek' river and felt happiness the whole time. who wouldn't feel complete completeness when you have your favorite second middle child with you for many hours??? *love*!!!
had an interview with a company i REALLY want to be a part of today. interview went well. scenario (providing evidence of my clinical skills) went really well. long, arduous written test kicked my arse..... don't want to leave my beloved Good Sam ER; just want growth and challenge and new experiences to make me a better nurse/person/wife/mother/ citizen, etc.
spring has all but sprung here in central washington. my plant starts are ready to go into "real" soil outside....once i am convinced that the early morning frost has abated.
and there you have it. well----mostly. i also have a preteen who i can proudly proclaim is more moody than her premenopausal mother (thank god she takes the prize. otherwise i would be the recipient of that great award). there is also a teen who will be working his way toward the privilege of driving, should he demonstrate the maturity necessary (god----PLEASE help me). i also get the pleasure of remaining humble in how i present myself, in any given situation. really.... thank god for this. i NEED to remember to remain humble. not that i am over confident; or even confident, in real life. but being reminded to remain humble kind of revives me. know what i mean???
so. great kids. great conversation at the dinner table. great outdoors. great work. work that needs work.... but overall, a great, great life.
thanks for listening. i know you are busy too.
k
so. this week was filled with a whole lot of nothing. and yet it was filled with a lot of stuff.
5 of the six originals were here for dinner tuesday evening. only one missing was the banana (brianna) who was hoping for greatness in recoloring walls in her new abode. but did i take pics of this event that rarely happens???? nope. i was too busy spending time with the kiddos. note to self: take a couple shots so you can prove how happy you all were. (sam departs in less than two weeks and we shan't see him again for quite a while. it's that derned life he keeps living that keeps him away from his fam of origin. dirty rat).
the second middle child, valerie, robert and i went for an exclusive hike in our little mountain side hills (5 minutes out the door and a vast expanse to explore). we got over 2 hours of an uphill climb (both ways, i tell ya) and a lot of calories burned. good thing-- there was no snow .... and that it was more than 5 miles up hill both ways. the caveat is that my hips, buttocks and quads are REALLY letting me know how effective the climb was. YAY! let's do more of that and less of ineffective, boring workouts! didn't see any cougars, although we were prepared! heard and saw the FANTASTIC 'First Creek' river and felt happiness the whole time. who wouldn't feel complete completeness when you have your favorite second middle child with you for many hours??? *love*!!!
had an interview with a company i REALLY want to be a part of today. interview went well. scenario (providing evidence of my clinical skills) went really well. long, arduous written test kicked my arse..... don't want to leave my beloved Good Sam ER; just want growth and challenge and new experiences to make me a better nurse/person/wife/mother/ citizen, etc.
spring has all but sprung here in central washington. my plant starts are ready to go into "real" soil outside....once i am convinced that the early morning frost has abated.
and there you have it. well----mostly. i also have a preteen who i can proudly proclaim is more moody than her premenopausal mother (thank god she takes the prize. otherwise i would be the recipient of that great award). there is also a teen who will be working his way toward the privilege of driving, should he demonstrate the maturity necessary (god----PLEASE help me). i also get the pleasure of remaining humble in how i present myself, in any given situation. really.... thank god for this. i NEED to remember to remain humble. not that i am over confident; or even confident, in real life. but being reminded to remain humble kind of revives me. know what i mean???
so. great kids. great conversation at the dinner table. great outdoors. great work. work that needs work.... but overall, a great, great life.
thanks for listening. i know you are busy too.
k
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Short but good...
I am doing this for my beloved Brianna. She wants me to post more consistently. So here I am.
The problem here, one among many, is how distracted I get. Google apparently has revamped, updated, added and upgraded all it's stuff, so I get on here (after being distracted by reading someone else's brilliant posts) and have to upload my pictures, tell a little something about myself, upload more pictures (and wait cuz it takes a minute or two each) and then time floats away (because it isn't anchored anywhere in the house).
Ok. I am gonna say something. I have lots and lots to say. But I also have lots and lots to do today. Valerie is en route, Seth and Sam will be over in a bit too. Rob will be home in a few hours. And I have neither, worked out, shopped, tidied the house, or prepared for ANYone coming over. And yet, I have so much to say!!!
It's a sunny day outside. My apple, peach, pear and aspens have buds that are burgeoning! My boxes are getting readied for life.... the starts are still in the living room gaining strength and height (except for the derned watermelon starts, of which only one has decided to break the soil thus far!!). THERE. I have said something. Now I must shower and traverse to the grocer and get some food for the hungry tummies coming over later.
I promise (PROMISE) to write more inspirational, in-depth, awe-inspiring verbiage soon. I promise, my little Bri-girl!!!
Marm
The problem here, one among many, is how distracted I get. Google apparently has revamped, updated, added and upgraded all it's stuff, so I get on here (after being distracted by reading someone else's brilliant posts) and have to upload my pictures, tell a little something about myself, upload more pictures (and wait cuz it takes a minute or two each) and then time floats away (because it isn't anchored anywhere in the house).
Ok. I am gonna say something. I have lots and lots to say. But I also have lots and lots to do today. Valerie is en route, Seth and Sam will be over in a bit too. Rob will be home in a few hours. And I have neither, worked out, shopped, tidied the house, or prepared for ANYone coming over. And yet, I have so much to say!!!
It's a sunny day outside. My apple, peach, pear and aspens have buds that are burgeoning! My boxes are getting readied for life.... the starts are still in the living room gaining strength and height (except for the derned watermelon starts, of which only one has decided to break the soil thus far!!). THERE. I have said something. Now I must shower and traverse to the grocer and get some food for the hungry tummies coming over later.
I promise (PROMISE) to write more inspirational, in-depth, awe-inspiring verbiage soon. I promise, my little Bri-girl!!!
Marm
Friday, February 24, 2012
there always has to be the first day
Ok. So, worked a FABulous shift as charge nurse for my beloved ER. 12 great hours. The dilemma for a fine day in my ER isn't something overly complex or something that has to do with a life saved or lost (several of those happen regardless), but with being so busy and stressed that I grab what is available for sustenance and settle for less than the optimal nutritive choices. As I gear up for my challenge, I am even more acutely aware of how my poor choices will affect me.
So today, I ate cafeteria food: two scoops of hobo hash for breakfast, two hard boiled eggs (from home) for snack, the meatballs and jo jos from the cafeteria....and then a bite of ground beef once I got home. Not the best choices, but they are what they are. On the morrow, I will plan more accordingly. Take your food, silly. Don't eat the cafeteria food.
One day at a time, folks. One silly day at a time.
Kies
So today, I ate cafeteria food: two scoops of hobo hash for breakfast, two hard boiled eggs (from home) for snack, the meatballs and jo jos from the cafeteria....and then a bite of ground beef once I got home. Not the best choices, but they are what they are. On the morrow, I will plan more accordingly. Take your food, silly. Don't eat the cafeteria food.
One day at a time, folks. One silly day at a time.
Kies
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