Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The last of the Christmas totes are put away in the shed, the floors swept, and the good china is nestled in its cupboard.

I vacuum the living room and put back to rights furniture I had moved around to make room for the tree. Each inhale of the machine seems to suck up the chaos and clutter of the holiday.

The dust on my empty shelves smells like pine tree and incense.
The soft towel in my hand plows through, scattering the scent like ferry dust to color the air around me.

Boxing away memories is thirsty work.
I curl up on my big purple couch the salesmen called eggplant and sip my diet pop. My aching back pulses a soothing warmth that spreads down over my tailbone sliding liquidly into my feet.

I study the living room with a contented eye; it's sparkling emptiness a type of rebirth. The unadorned shelves speak of promises, they are full to bursting with "what If's" and for this moment there is no room for nick-knacks.

I chase away Christmas with my favorite scented candle and wrap myself up in dreams yet unfulfilled; chasing away ghosts with the bare bones of my home.

When a few days saunter past me and the spell of December wanes, I will unpack my treasured things and line them up on their shelves.

Each piece a separate story, waiting to be told. All the old will be new again, absence making them fond, and I will begin again, as another year moves on.

But for now I enjoy the quiet hush before the storm, the empty room a cradle just awaiting it's child. It is in moments like this that my soul exhales and smiles.

Growing Pains

It's a typical Sunday night.
Kendell is in his room getting his last minute xbox fix and I'm on the couch studiously avoiding the pile of dirty dishes left from dinner.

Kendell, evidently done saving the planet from war, plops down next to me on the couch, "Mom, I have hair on my privates."


I look at him and he looks right back as if we were discussing his favorite cartoon; He's totally engaged.

"Well, that's pretty normal" I manage to reply without breaking expression.

"Yeah, well I don't like it" he says while scowling down at his lap.

"No one does kiddo. It's just part of growing up."

"Yeah, well, I better not get any on my chest!"

I reply deadpan, "Well, since I don't, you've got at least a 50/50 chance."

Conversation Interrupted
Friday, January 18, 2008

Co-worker talking about her kitten...

Mail man walks in to deliver the mail.
Co-worker: "...and she likes to play with dangly things."
I choke out a laugh as the mail man's stride to the door develops a huge hitch.
Looking over at my co-worker, I totally lose my battle with the laughter snorting out my nose.
Mail man: "I'm not even going to ask", he says as he beats a hasty retreat out the office door.

Note to Self
Tuesday, January 15, 2008

..Don't wear tan pants on days you have forgotten to wear a maxi-pad.

Help me make a difference!
Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Please take a minute to look to your right. You will see a new link for Relay for Life that will take you right to my personal page. I am walking this May to support the American Cancer Society.
My goal is a modest $200.00 and if every one of you donate just a dollar, I could be there well before May of 2008...
Ok, if every one of you donates $50 i might be there before May..hehe..just kidding.
You might wonder about why I am doing this. When I was 26 years old I was diagnosed with Cervical Cancer. It shook my world. Here I was, a young single mother and this doctor was telling me something that could end things the way I knew them.
My story ends happily, as the treatments I underwent were successful and I have been cancer free for over six years. I was one of the lucky ones; they caught it before it could become full blown cancer. Yet so many others we're not so blessed.
It's time to step up and make a difference, or in my case, to walk to make a difference.
I hope you will join me in this cause.

When Definitions of a Phrase Differ
Wednesday, January 02, 2008

As I was heading out the door for a rare "girls night out" my son put in his bid for finding a Dad....

"Mom, do me a favor while you're out?"

"What do you need buddy?"

"How about you pick up a guy tonight."


"um, thanks for the permission bud."

"No problem."

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