I have a lot of catching up to do, but for now this has been taking up a lot of my mental time.. Please keep Ty in your prayers and his family. I went to college with his dad Lou, his mom Cindy is an angel walking among us and his little brother Gavin is along for the roller coaster they call life. Ty isn't doing so great but his family remains an inspiration in love and hope to me.

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Moody

Sweet, sweet adolescence. Well I suppose I had this one coming. I stretched my own adolescence and teen angst against my mom and made it last a good 15 years. I have finally achieved the prophecy of my own mother and "have a daughter just like me so that I will understand." Touche.

Keep the Change

I need to make some changes:

1. Financial Accountability: I want to track all of our spending for the month of August. I hope that this can curb my "40% off sale for cardmembers at the Gap" addiction, and other little nickel and dime ways that keep our credit card bills climbing and see if we can actually make it to the next paycheck without having to buy groceries on said Gap Visa. I would love to see if we could go one month without having to pay a credit card bill because we were careful. As ridiculous as I feel writing this, I don't think I have gone a month in the last 2 years where I didn't buy one item of clothing for myself. I never used to shop for myself and that damn Gap card has turned me into a monster.
2. The same philosophy applies to Dollar Bins and Dollar Store goodies. Junk. All of it.
3. I would love to add yoga to my routine. I'm too young and healthy to be as twisty and stressed as I am.
4. I need to change my tone with my kids. It's completely fair to get frustrated and even angry with your (well, my) kids. It's the tone that has got to go. I want to make sure that I nurture and not sever my relationship with my kids. Somewhere along the line this tie unraveled in my own upbringing and I won't let that happen again.
5. I need to stop being afraid of so many things. Eleanor Roosevelt (I think) said, "Do something that scares you every day." That's what I had to do when I went back to work. Took a deep breath and forced myself in the door. Fake it until you make it. Whatever cliche gets me through. But this crap about fearing public transportation, cities, petting zoos, dogs... knock it off and get on with it.

39 and 11/12

My 40th year. I feel like I accomplished some things that I set out to do... ran a 5K, got a job, successfully graduated a child from elementary school to name a few. But I feel like the clock is ticking so quickly and hope that while the last 10 years have flown by on the one hand... the day to day seemed pass by in a slide show of sepia moments. In the past 10 years I've moved a few times, had and raised 3 babies, got my Masters degree (3.96!!!), and made several houses homes. I've been incredibly lucky in life and love; and while other people around me have had life crushing blows I seem to be able to skate by with only a scrape here or there. Trying with all my anxiety laiden might to not sit around waiting for the other shoe to drop.  I can only hope the next 40 are as blessed as the first.

I'm Back

It has been way too long since I last posted, but I have been busy(ish). I went back to work. After 10 years at home I am back in the work force. Ironically, I was hired as a writing tutor for one of the public schools here, and with all the theory and content I've been brushing up on, I keep on thinking...ooooh I should really use that in my blog.
Anyhoots, I have had many many "seed ideas" to quote writing guru Lucy Calkins, (not to be confused with "watermelon stories") and want to just get down a few blurbs to try to get myself back on course.

• I like working. Shocking as it is. I don't actually miss the wasted time I spent lying on the couch cranking out 2 loads of laundry and emptying the dishwasher and letting the rest of the house go to hell. For so long I was completely paralyzed by a combination of laziness and feeling overwhelmed. I do miss the freedom to go where I want to and when, but I am definitely learning to budget my time more wisely. I feel smart mostly, but when I feel dumb at work I want to cry, then I usually do cry at home, and wish that my husband will just tell me, "don't worry babe, you were a kick-ass homemaker". But he won't. And he'd be lying. I do wish however that people who also work part-time would think twice about telling me how proud they are of me for getting a job (screw you! you can get a job, but i can't?) or telling me that I look like a grown up when I am dressed for work. (really.)
• I am obsessed with Pinterest. I have to admit that it sucks alllll of my time and has definitely kept me from precious writing time.
• It makes me sad that my friend who has bi-racial children feels that people rarely give her kids the benefit of the doubt about whether or not they should set up playdates with their own children. Many people kind of make sure that they are friends with the "right people" before they give them a chance. When I think about all of  the things I worry for my own kids, to have to worry about something like that just breaks my heart. Truly.
• I got to meet Karin Diamond of eyespeeledalways.blogspot.com. I gushed and carried on about how inspiring she is to me as a person and a writer. I felt like a complete goofball afterward, but don't care. I was as big of a dork as I was when I met Kelly Corrigan.
• I have had a knock-down drag out with my annoying neighbors. We are putting up a fence and I cannot wait. It is because of the tree. That story is for another day.

Well, it's a start.

Fences Make Good Neighbors



We are having an enormous silver maple tree taken down today. It gives us pretty shade in the hot summer, privacy on our patio, and it's a marker of things in this world that have been around for a lot longer than we have and potentially for a lot longer after we are gone. Silver maples are also very likely to be inhabited by squirrels, who hollow out the inside creating weaknesses that then cause huge branches to fall from great heights. The previous owner was a gardener who worked closely with an arborist on the various trees on the property and had some of the larger branches cabled to make it safer and in the event of a break, to keep them from crashing to the ground. Our neighbor has made several (whiney) comments about the tree, and even though we had a tree guy come out and look at it and give it a clean bill of health, I can understand his concern.

After the freak snowstorm we had here at the end of October, we realized that while there was no damage from this tree on ours or the neighbor's house (of which about 75% of the tree points in that direction) that we would take the tree down this spring. It is costing us $3000. Three. Thousand. Dollars. So being the decent neighbors that we are, we are taking care of it. Legally, we don't have to. If they so desire they can hire someone to come out and trim the branches to the property line. But that would require the use of the same bucket truck that we had to hire and would cost them $3000. (can you tell I am not looking forward to swiping the credit card on this one?) So I don't think he would do it.

So the other day after making small talk with me for a few minutes he asked us if we would also have the ends of another healthy tree that hangs over his driveway (barely) trimmed back. Mother f*cker loves to get things done for free. It is wayyyy up high and extends at most 4 feet over his driveway. By trimming it back to the property line, it would create an uneven balance to the rest of the tree from which hangs our tree swing. That his daughter goes on whenever she pleases. Which is fine. Except now he's in my numbers.

So I do this thing where I completely internalize whatever conversations I have with people and go thru a whole range of emotions rehashing it over and over and over. I see their side. I really do. Our driveway is under my other neighbor's huge pine tree which drops sap sometimes on my car. They also have a row of cypress that drops needles and makes kind of a mess in my yard. Can I ask them to take them down? You bet. Would they want to? Probably not. If we wanted to we could have them trimmed back. So instead I move the car back a few feet in the drive and bust out the leaf blower from time to time. I'm not being a martyr, just kind of rolling with the fact that I chose to live on a street that the houses are all pretty darn close to each other.

I tend to go through life trying to make sure that everyone else's wants are taken care of, and seethe on the inside. So today, after losing sleep over this for a week I spoke to his wife. With a smile on my face and a firmness to my spine I told her we weren't going to do it and why. I stood my ground. With my roots firmly planted. Much like the tree that's about to be cut to the ground, roots intact. I would love to put up a 6 foot privacy fence between our houses. But I can't. Because that would cost, like, three thousand dollars.

((sigh))

So lately, since January I guess, I've been having smallish panic attacks. They come along usually when I have a social event coming up, even something as minor as meeting friends for coffee, or a walk around the reservior. It can be a meeting with teachers, or having to get to the St. Patrick's Day parade. Nothing too great or small to cause the breathing to catch in my chest, my arm muscles to go slack (that's my favorite) and the paralysis of not being able to get organized and go take care of the smallest of tasks. It's obvious right now that my impending start date at work is casting it's shadow and slowing me down. But it's frustrating to have to gear up and power through to go to return our cable box to Comcast, fill out a W-2 form and attend a 40th birthday party tonight.