Posts Tagged ‘girls’

I’m On A Roll!

On this Sunday morning, I sit and reflect the week that’s now behind me. Overall, it was one that brought joy, laughter, surprises, and at times, pure frustration. Basically, it was a normal week for me.

I interviewed for an Honors Scholarship on Tuesday, and was disappointed with my performance. The Committee asked ten very generic questions, such as, “How does Delta College fit in to your career goals?” or the one I love, “Who were your inspirations?” Like I said, very generic. Normally, people have practiced their responses to these questions, but I went the other way. I felt that planned answers would give me a robotic impression, and I am anything but. Actually, I’m very spontaneous and witty, and I wanted to stay true to myself. So, with little preparation, I entered the interview room, faced the committee like a firing squad, and let my Tina-ness flow. In hindsight, I thought maybe I came off as a complete ditz, which I am anything but. In the end, I had to own my choice, for better or worse.

To my amazement, it turned out for the better! Actually, I was awarded $500 more than their maximum award. So maybe I was refreshing? Who knows, but they obviously believe in me and my career path, or they wouldn’t have wasted money investing in my promise. Right?

I also had a really great week with my sweeties. Ryan had three out of seven good days, which is better than expected. Summer vacation is so difficult for him, as it breaks up his routine and causes inner chaos. He has been struggling with my new routine, but we are in it together! He has found that reading is helping, and that pleases me to no end. Books are saviors for many, and our family is no exception. Ryan turns nine in July, and he asked for a shopping day at Barnes & Noble. He is so amazing!

Mary, ahem, Elisabeth, is still struggling with her name crisis, but has found a distraction in our new pool. She climbs up the ladder, and when at the top, screams, “Cannon bulb!” and jumps with all her might. It is funny to watch. She’s also developed a few other moves: The twirl and the seahorse. It’s wonderful to watch her free-spirit play and laugh. She is such a light in my life.

On Thursday evening, I had the pleasure of attending a poetry reading. There were two readers, including one of my former instructors, Jeff Vande Zande. Jeff is the author of poetry, novels, short stories, you name it. The man who introduced him to the crowd called him a triple threat. I’ve read his novel, Into the Desperate Country, and found it a decent read. It is his poetry, however, that really touches me. He writes about the human condition-from a somewhat existential voice, and I found myself really thinking after each of his poems. He also has a very beautiful delivery while reading. We used to joke in class about how much he read aloud. One student even said she dreamed of him talking all night. Anyway, Jeff maintains a website, jeffvandezande.com, which also includes links to buy his books.

I finished the week by enjoying a BBQ at our friend’s home. The kids have a great time together, and they have a beautiful estate to explore. I met a few new faces, which soon developed into budding friendships. It seems like I make new friends wherever I go, and that is fine with me. I love meeting and talking with people, hearing their stories and sharing mine. It’s the beauty of life. I don’t find getting acquainted with others who may have different political, religious, or social views threatening. Actually, I find these chances for open dialogue rather intriguing, and definitely enlightening. It makes me a better person.

Tomorrow, I will begin a new class, and hopefully make a few new friends. I’m focused on my educational and career goals, excited at what is around the corner. 🙂

 

Swimming, Jumping, and Talking, Oh My!

Chicken grandma ( the kids call her this because she used to raise chickens, and it was a way to keep their three grandmas identifiable)  is a hit in our house to day.

Grandma came over to buy me a new cell phone, adding me onto her pre-existing contract in the process. She hates the fact that I’m on the go without an emergency contact device. Secretly, I think she hates the busy signal she hears when trying to call our land line (we’re too cheap to add a second line for the internet). I just finished setting up my voicemail and choosing my ring tone. I feel like such a dumbass when recording my greeting message.

From there, she took me and the kids to buy a new trampoline. It’s a 14′ Skywalker, which I can’t wait to enjoy! I’m hoping I haven’t lost my high school cheerleader moves, including a wicked toe touch. I hope I don’t kill myself in the attempt, but at least I have a new cell phone to call the ambulance! 🙂  

We came home for a few minutes, then headed back out in search of a pool. I don’t mean a tiny blow-up kiddie pool, but one of those big self-inflating ones that comes with a ladder and pump. I tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted that her grandbabies need a durable pool. It is only 3′ deep, but for an eight and six year old, that’s pretty damn deep!

While all of these are fun and exciting, they do require a bit of work setting up. Hubby just loves it when his mother and I bring home projects for him to do. He especially loves the ones that two overstimulated, whiny children have an interest in. I figure it’s payback for stupid comments, forgetting things at the store, and his unsympathetic attitude during my scorching bouts of PMS. Happy building!

The Name Game

This morning, while cuddling in bed with my sweeties, I was informed that neither of them like their names and would like to be addressed by their new monikers in the future. What, did they get together for a “Sunrise Summit” meeting and pass this legislation?

Now, I am to address Mary as Elisabeth, which is her middle name. She thinks it sounds prettier and more grown up. Really? And let me tell you, she’s holding me to it! After playing outside for a few minutes, I poked my head outside to check on her. Not seeing her, I called, “Mary!” No response. I called her about five times before she pulled up to the front door on her Disney Princess bike. I asked her why she didn’t answer me when I called for her. She looked at me and replied, “You didn’t use my proper name. I will only come if you don’t forget to use my new name, Elisabeth.” What!?!

She is now grounded to her room for the remainder of the day. She really needs to remember who’s boss!

As for Ryan, he jumped on the name change bandwagon as well. I am to call him R.D. from this day forward. The initials are a combination of his first and middle names. This is something I’ve been known to use on occasion, so its not a big deal. He will wake up tomorrow and be Ryan again. In this instance, his autism comes in handy. He would never accept being called anything other than his “real” name for long, as it goes against “the facts.” Thank God!

Hubby and I will now be known as “Dirty Rob,” and “Her Royal Highness,” respectively. Why should the kids get to have all the fun? 🙂

Shittiness, Hopelessness, Restless

My finances are shitty. My situation feels hopeless. My mind, heart, and soul are restless. Could it be any worse? Maybe. It could always be worse.

I finished a little pleasure read called The Nanny Diaries. It was funny, sad, infuriating. I found the book at Goodwill, and thought it might be fun. It took me back to my days as a nanny to twin girls, A and E. I became their caregiver when they were just six months old, and my position ended around their second birthday. It was a devastating time, as I missed my girls more than anything. They came into my life at a very dark time, and really, saved my life.

Being responsible for two helpless babies took my mind off of the darkness, pulling me back from the cliff’s edge. They gave me something to look forward to every day; their first word, first steps, first hugs and kisses. They saved me. I planned on telling them that when they were old enough, to tell them they were the reason I kept on breathing, waking up everyday, and kept smiling.

Shortly after my marriage and the birth of my son, I was cut from their life. It was shocking and hurtful, but I had to move on. I don’t know what happened to make their mother sever ties with me, as we were very close. It may have something to do with her divorce from the girls’ father, a trial in which I was summoned to testify, by both parties, about the short comings of the other. I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t do it. The issue wasn’t pressed, as I explained to both attorneys that I would have to tell the whole truth, neither coming off smelling like roses.

I saw the girls shortly after the divorce was final, but it was clear their mother blamed my lack of testimony for the position she found herself in: Joint custody.

I wish things could’ve been different, as I am the one who holds the key to their first years. One day, they will have questions about their babyhood, wondering what they were like, their personalities, their antics. I won’t be there to reminisce, or share these special times. I did leave behind entries in their baby books, and I hope, somehow, they will feel my love through those words, remember my cuddles and tender touches. I hope they carry the tune of their “special songs” that I created for each of their names in their hearts.

Oh, and as for the book, harsh reality.

A Hair-Raising Adventure

Today will bring about many adventures for this old broad! I’m feeling better (with a negahatchi on the prego), and in the mood to shake things up a bit. 🙂

I will begin by enjoying a cup of my morning delight, followed by a grooming session and reading a little of my evening delight, which comes in the form of a Julia Quinn novel. It’s delicious and scandalous and perfectly divine!

I will visit Ryan’s class, chocolate Redi-Whip in tow, and see how he’s coping with the “last day of school” activities and chaos. He was very manic as I dropped him at the curb this morning, but I’m trying to let him forge his own path. I will then move on to Mary’s class as they celebrate their last day of kindergarten. This rite of passage is taking it’s tole on me, as Mary declares, “Mom, I’m a first grader now. I can do it on my own!” A knife to the heart from my baby girl. 😦

After making sure my babies are basking in joy, I will head off to my own class and present a paper on existentialism and how it relates to the short story. For this assignment, I chose Joyce Carol Oates “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” I will receive three Honors credits for this project, and hope it goes off smoothly.

From there, I will come home, love my sweeties (Hubby included), eat some chow, and begin reading “The Road,” by Cormac McCarthy.

Carpe Diem!