Monthly Archives: September 2011
I’ve decided to challenge myself yet again. I hope I am not overextending myself with my self challenges. I will be posting on this blog once a week for the remainder of 2011.
I know it won’t be easy, but I’m sure it will be fun, inspiring, awesome, and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The Daily Post, and the community of other bloggers with similar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.
If you already read my blog or if you don’t, I hope you will stop by frequently and encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.
Thanks bunches in advance for all your support and encouragement.
It’s that time again. Family reunion time. I absolutely hate family reunions. So, why do I go? It’s quite simple really. My mother has this way of making you feel guilty for not doing something she feels you should do. Therefore, I don’t even try to fight anymore. I go begrudgingly, put on my fake smile, and pray for the day to end without incident. It never does, but I am a firm believer in the power of prayer.
“Richard, Jason, Kel come on let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”
“Alright, coming mom.” Kel screams from upstairs.
“What do you mean, we don’t want to be late?” Richard says, “You don’t even want to go. I’m surprised you didn’t have me call and say that we’re all near death.” Read the rest of this entry
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Why do they insist on having these infernal loud clocks in here as if the waiting wasn’t unnerving enough. You have to sit here and hear tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. I wish the doctor would hurry and come out and tell me how he’s doing. Read the rest of this entry
“Oh, dear God, make it go away!” I scream.
It’s as though I have the entire percussion section of the Boston Pops and the New York Philharmonic beating in unison on every inch of my brain.
I lie down in silence as I come to the realization that this has become my reality. My new way of life.
I came to the conclusion a couple of years ago that happiness is relative, and that perhaps I would be one of those unlucky souls that would never find true happiness or love. I went from one bad relationship to another. Each one worse than the one before and even more unfulfilling. Thankfully, I’ve never been in any kind of abusive relationship. Read the rest of this entry
I woke up this morning and had a feeling it was going to an interesting day, but had no idea it would turn out this way.
Mmmmm. Is that coffee I smell? Bacon? Toast? No way. You’ve got to be kidding me. Joe never fixes breakfast. I sit up in bed, take a nice long stretch, yawn, throw the covers off, stretch again, yawn again, rub my eyes, and head off to the bathroom to get myself cleaned up.
Still half asleep, I stumble — actually it’s more like I drag myself downstairs. And lo and behold what do I see? Joe and Alex in the kitchen fixing breakfast and the kitchen is remarkably clean.
“Mommy, mommy!” Alex exclaims, as he runs over and grabs hold of me, “me and daddy are making you breakfast!” Read the rest of this entry