Hey Kelli, look!!!

It's been so long since I've blogged that I wasn't sure I remembered my password! I thought I had forgotten it and then realized that someone had turned the numbers lock key off. @@ But just for my friend, Kelli, I wanted to post something so I can say "There! I blogged!"

I go from thinking I have nothing entertaining to write so this little corner collects cobwebs to I still have nothing entertaining to write but let's share it with the world anyway! (Hey, I never forced any of you to click your way over here to read my ramblings now did I??? )

Life has been a roller coaster ride lately but hopefully I'm headed in the right direction to take care of some of that with my appointment with the allergist next week. Apparently while living in my head dealing with my own "doctor drama" I've been missing some drama going on around me. You know what? I have no problem with that! I used to feel like I had to know everything but the older I get the less that urge hits! And the more I'm able to let some of the family drama go as well. It's no fun for people if they don't have an audience...or so I've heard! I hope that's true but even if it isn't...not my problem!

So there's my teaser of a blog and Kelli, I'll try not to have it be months before I blog again!

Anybody out there?

Now that the link to my nonsensical ramblings doesn't appear on my FB page anymore and the fact I went from part time to full time in a big way I haven't really paid this poor little corner much mind. I'm not even sure anybody's out there anyway...tap...tap...tap...is this thing on???

Rambling Thursday

I had the day off from work today so I deep cleaned the kitchen this morning. I'd much rather have gone to work! But now all the greasy dust bunnies are banished and for a moment all the dog hair is off the floor. Sad thing is these people are going to expect me to actually COOK in there tonight! And mess up my masterpiece?!?

Day two of school and I'm almost feeling guilty to say I wanted to cheer when I saw the boy's bus lumbering around the corner this morning. His bus driver (same wonderful woman that drove when Katie went to that school) said she would pick up and drop off in front of our house "just like I did with Katie" because according to her the kids are not supposed to be crossing the street to get to the bus stop. I told her it's been that way every year since we've been here and I did let the transportation office know two years ago. She said "Well, he's not crossing the street when I'm driving!" Love her! The "problem" is that the boy is already fretting over NEXT year when his friend who is a year behind him will be riding the same bus. "But I want to be with him at the bus stop!!!" Two days into the school year and he's gnashing his teeth over a year from now. Not one of my finer moments to admit that it's these moments I want to go running into the night or rather early morning in this case. I THINK that he's feeling out of control with all the changes and Stinky is trying to get the better of him so he's stressing over, what to me, are silly things, at the moment. It's sometimes hard to keep reminding myself of that when all the drama is unfurling.

Which I think is possibly the root of my next rambling and this lovely hivey rash I seem to suddenly have going on since yesterday. I have problems with eczema so I think it's a branching off of that and stress but it's definitely annoying.

Oh, where is my deserted isle? Where's the S.S. Minnow when I need her and her crew?!?

Back To School

Tomorrow the kids go back to school. The boy will be going to a different school this year and thanks to how the district lines are drawn only one other kid from his class will be going to the same school. The rest of them will just go across the street from where they were last year. He'll be going into 5th grade and this year he'll have different teachers for different classes and be moving around a lot. A situation that makes a mom worry about her OCD/ADD labeled child. I worry that "Stinky" (the name we gave the OCD) will rear its ugly head and he'll lose some of the ground he worked so hard to gain. I keep telling myself to have faith and I really do want to but it's difficult! It's part of a mom's nature to want to protect, the hard thing is part of what he needs to be protected from is how the OCD can make him think. And when you have an "smart" kid to boot it's not like you can try to "trick" him into thinking differently! He's already thought through everything a million different ways himself!

So I worry about him and then wonder if I've sent enough concern in his going into 8th grade sister's drection too. You couldn't pay me to go back to junior high!!! She's Miss "Julie Joiner" so I think/hope/pray she'll be ok. It should just be the typical mean girl garbage we face on occasion....at least I hope so!

Ok, I've poured out some angst and now have a slippery hold on things again! If you think about it tomorrow send up a prayer for both of my going back to school kiddos and their frazzled mom too! ;-)

Attending the symphony, dahling

I don't know why I feel the need to talk in a voice that is MY interpretation of an actress playing some hoity toity part in a 1950's movie when I talk about the symphony but I do. Pretending I'm cultured or something I guess! LOL But anyway, dahling, tonight my family is attending the symphony, go ahead and be fabulously impressed! "How is she getting her children including an almost 10 yo boy to the symphony???" you ask? Ok, I'll admit it....it's Video Games Live! Music from video games with scenes from those games playing on a big screen behind the symphony! And now you know the truth about how cultured I really am...not! LOL I looked up some videos on YouTube to get an idea of what we'd be seeing and Robbie was hiding his head under a blanket and pillow. "I don't want to hear or see it and ruin the show, Mooooooooooooooooooom!!!"

Now I wonder....is it permissible to take your camera into the symphony??? Or would that prove how uncultured I really am?! LOL

Inching back to the land of the living

I've been dealing with some sort of germfest that's been holding me hostage for a couple of weeks. I'll spare you the gory details but suffice it to say that if felt like a Mack truck had run me over a few hundred or so times! After a few phone calls and two doctor visits the doctor ordered blood tests. Turns out I'm "seriously anemic" according to the nurse on the phone. Had I felt better at the time and been thinking quickly on my feet I would have asked if there was a way to be "humorously anemic"! ;-) She told me a number on a scale but that meant nothing to me! But I've been taking a slow releasing iron tablet (to help with the tummy issues) for a few days and I'm already feeling more human. It's amazing how being low on one itty bitty mineral can really wreak havoc with your system! The fatigue was no bueno and throw in the inability to think clearly and WHOA Nellie! (Throwing in a mixture of slang and languages there! See?! The iron is working already!)

And there's my, what seems to have become, monthly update!

I know, I know

Once again I am a blog slacker which I guess is better than being a log snacker. Can you imagine how the bark must get stuck in your teeth?!?

Once again I have no good reason to not have blogged and once again I'm not all that sure it matters to anybody out there anyway! LOL I have been "busy" taming the wild frontier and fighting off bears, groundhogs, foxes and snakes though! Ok, so it's just over on Frontierville via Facebook but it's still a jungle...er....a frontier out there!

Speaking of Facebook I followed a link from a friend's wall to some stranger's blog. She had blogged about the mayor of her small community killing her older teen daughter and then herself. I guess there was an uproar about having a joint funeral and a memorial service being held for the mayor which led the blog author to talk about how judgements from people like that are probably the very reason this woman and her daughter didn't reach out to anyone while they were in so much pain. It seems the husband/father had died of cancer two years prior and the home had been close to foreclosure four times among other problems they were dealing with. I don't know what was going on in the woman's mind or that of her daughter but the whole story saddens me. Not only for the loss AND the pain they were going through and now their family and friends are going through but also because I know there are other people struggling out there who either don't know how or won't ask for help simply because of the judgements they fear. And sad to say in many cases they're probably justified in that fear.

Depression is an evil thing. It can quickly sneak up on you and try to pull you under. Or it can just linger around like a haze tainting things just enough that nothing seems right and you don't know quite why. I used to have somewhere that I thought I could go to for some support but found out the hard way that either support wasn't known how to be given or just didn't want to be, or so the judgements I faced there seemed then and admittedly still do. Thankfully there are a couple of good friends from that place that still hold me in the palm of their hands and hopefully they think I do the same for them.

I'm just as guilty of being judgemental at times. We are all human and therefore fallible. I will rant about "stupid people" and even judgemental people which kind of lumps me into that same boat doesn't it? And I'll also admit that if I catch someone lying to me I'll get judgemental pretty fast, I dealt with a liar for far too long way back when and just don't have the patience to do it anymore. But I do hope that anyone I know, whether in person or online, knows that if they feel like they are at the end of their rope and it's fraying fast that they can count on me to be there. I may not know any good words of wisdom but if I can throw a lifeline to someone so they don't feel alone and that they don't feel they have to choose the path the woman I mentioned earlier did then hopefully that will be enough for that moment. Sometimes day by day is too much and you just have to go minute by minute.

And now I'll get down off my soapbox and go fight a bear or something!