For those of you that think that I may have slipped off the edge of the Earth(because it might be flat, you know,) I haven't. Life around here has been a little more than insane. The kids activities have kept us hopping, and sometimes jumping, and sometimes flying. It was a lot to handle with both boys in baseball, football, and whatever else may have come along, but now, add the youngest one to the mix and Poof! Life becomes insane! For example, I will give you our typical Saturday, this past one: 830am: Daniel needs to be in East Moriches, a town that is about 15 miles away, for a 930 am game, Cassidy needs to be at her game/practice by 9am, and Patrick needs to be at his game by 1130 for a 12pm start. Needless to say, we were split as parents for almost the entire day. We met back up for dinner with my inlaws and Scott's brother and sister in law, and shopping afterwards for the kids Spring/Summer clothes. As I have said before, my in laws are great people, they are extremely generous to me, and to my children. My mother in law enjoys shopping more now that she has Cassidy, you can see it on her face when she is "helping" Cassidy choose clothes. Girls are fun to shop for, and can be very dangerous, but it is my Mother in law that becomes dangerous when she is in the store! TEE HEE! a little joke there, she loves every minute! So does Cassidy.
Sunday was my hubby's 41st birthday, he finally caught up to me, and reminded me that I am closer to 42 than he his! I sort of vegged around here and he planted plants in the flower beds and in the veggie garden. Last year, we did neither, because we were too busy working on the kitchen, and by the time we realized that there was nothing in the ground, we realized that it was too late. So the soil had a rest, and it will be the better for it this year. Hey, maybe we will get a "real" tomato from our own garden this year! We haven't had any luck since we moved here with the veggie production. Scott scaled it back a little this year and it may take a little less maintenence and a little better care! We will see, and I will keep you posted on that one. We had a nice dinner, london broil, baked potatoes, veggies and a salad. Then I had made a boxed "funfetti" cake and iced it with m&ms on the top and had cake and coffee. Cassidy called it a party and invited his parents to come for cake. I hadn't planned on having anyone over, it isn't something we do for our birthdays, but since Cassidy insisted, it was done!
Monday dawned quietly, Patrick had a school home game and Daniel a practice, no problem, or so we thought. It turned out that we had a mandatory meeting to go to regarding Patrick's school trip to Philadelphia. WHAT?????? When were the kids told about this????? Oh, a memo was sent home with them on FRIDAY, yes folks, FRIDAY! If it wasn't for Billy telling his mother that she had to go, I wouldn't have heard about it at all! SO we ran home and picked up the other car, Scott ran to get Daniel at Practice along with Tyler, Billy's brother, they are on the same team, and are best friends like the older two, and off to the meeting we(Patrick andme) flew. In the mix of things, Cassidy was sent home with an earache, so she had to go to the doc today. Turned out to be an ear infection, so I am glad that I took her.
Yesterday, Scott who is off from work for the week, ripped out our main bathroom. Right down to the subfloor. tile flying off of the wall and all. His Dad came over to help, and we are now in the process of putting in plumbing, lighting, outlets and the like. I have to pick tile for the floor, a medicine chest, a vanity a toilet and a sink. He wants this done by the morning tomorrow, but I have to bring home the medicine cabinet so that he can see if it needs to be framed out and sunk in the wall! HOw the heck am I supposed to do that???????? UGH! I have a dental appointment to finish the two root canals that were done on WED of last week! OH well, just another day in my life, no rest for the weary! So I will go and then drop off the medicine chest on the fly, and run like a nut to the dentist, hope my IPOD is charged, I need it for the dentist! Scott is going to put Cassidy on the bus in the morning, so that I can be at the home improvement store that begins with and"L" early in the morning! WHEW! Maybe things will slow down a bit by Memorial Day, in time of rthe "at home" tournament! YARD SALE THIS WEEKEND, to get rid of more stuff and raise more funds for the team! Guess where it is? yup, here. OH well signing off to get the laundry done!
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Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Today is a bright and sunny day. It is a little chilly, we have had a little cold snap, but it will do. I can't take dark and dank! I really believe that the weather affects the mood, no lie. I get weepy and sad when we have a few days of dreary weather. I feel immensly better when the sun is out. I am cranky in the heat, and quiet in the snow. I love the fall with its crisp days, the earthy smell from the fallen leaves.
I seriously don't know where this post is going, but I am trying to make something of it. I had a moment with my younger son, Daniel. We were riding along in the car and for some reason, I told him that I used to write poetry. He looked amazed, especially when I told him that I loved to write. He actually seemed interested when I told him that my favorite professor was a guy that took interest in my writing skills and abilities. The first person who believed that I had it in me, that I was actually a writer. It makes all of the difference in the world when someone recognizes the fact that you really are good at something you love to do. I didn't have that at home, so at that community college that I attended, I relished the fact that I could find a quiet place and write for 30 minutes, in between classes or before classs or even before work. I just needed that, and really never knew it. Heck, some of my best work was done sitting on a ledge outside of the Islip Arts Building, in sometimes unbearable weather. I was young, what the heck did I care? My son was amazed tha tI actually wrote a one act play, a short story and several pieces, all containing the same characters, at different points in their lives. He really couldn't believe that I, the hander of the rules, the teller of bedtimes, was a person who possessed real creativity.
I think that it is hard for kids to see their parents differently, and to see them as young people. It is hard to imagine that we went through the same types of things, only on differentr levels. It really takes a lot for them to wrap their heads around that type of thinking. I try to let my kids see that there are many layers of me to see, that there are many facets to me being where I am today. I hope that htey do, and that they don't just blow off what I try to tell them. I want them to know where and how I came to be. I don't want a mystery and to have them begging for answers as I get older.
I have an example of that is I bought two books for both of the grandmas to fill out. My mother, the purveyer of secrets, never filled it out. My mother in law, whom I adore, filled it out with joy and extra care. She included funny stories and pictures to fill out the book. It is a wonderful treasure that my children can have as a part of their family history. I just wanted my kids to know about their history, and my mother, couldn't do that for me. Now, it is too late, she is blind, and can't fill out the book. It was supposed to be done in the grandma's handwriting, to preserve that too. She just wants everything to be a big secret, I mean it really doesn't matter if the kids know where she met my father does it? Will it breach national security? That is how she treats her historical information, like we could all get arrested for knowing what her favorite color is. That is why I tell the kids stories about my past and my loves and my young dreams. I don't want them to feel left out and resent the fact that they don't know things about me. I want them to know all that they can, within reason. I mean, there are some private things that they don't need to know, but the really great stuff, I am very open about.
There, I can now step off of my soap box. Maybe it isn't a soap box, maybe it is just a sounding board, one that I can rant and rave to, without hollering at my mother for not letting us in.
I guess that is enough for now about that.
Easter went off without a hitch, cooking went easy, as I prepped everything ahead of oven and cooking time. I even baked a poppyseed cake, similar to the one that my mother used to make when I was a child, but cheated with the recipie. Daniel loved it, had three pieces. My mother raved over it. My mother in law brought chocolate filled creme puffs and a raisin spice cake to die for! We finished off the last of the creme puffs last night, and I am sad that there are no more!
A great cookbook that I strongly recommend, was a gift from my mother in law: The Cake Mix Doctor by Anne Byrn published by Workman publishing . That is where I got the recipie for the Poppy seed cake. Now that I have tried that one, there are a whole host of others that I am going to try.
I seriously don't know where this post is going, but I am trying to make something of it. I had a moment with my younger son, Daniel. We were riding along in the car and for some reason, I told him that I used to write poetry. He looked amazed, especially when I told him that I loved to write. He actually seemed interested when I told him that my favorite professor was a guy that took interest in my writing skills and abilities. The first person who believed that I had it in me, that I was actually a writer. It makes all of the difference in the world when someone recognizes the fact that you really are good at something you love to do. I didn't have that at home, so at that community college that I attended, I relished the fact that I could find a quiet place and write for 30 minutes, in between classes or before classs or even before work. I just needed that, and really never knew it. Heck, some of my best work was done sitting on a ledge outside of the Islip Arts Building, in sometimes unbearable weather. I was young, what the heck did I care? My son was amazed tha tI actually wrote a one act play, a short story and several pieces, all containing the same characters, at different points in their lives. He really couldn't believe that I, the hander of the rules, the teller of bedtimes, was a person who possessed real creativity.
I think that it is hard for kids to see their parents differently, and to see them as young people. It is hard to imagine that we went through the same types of things, only on differentr levels. It really takes a lot for them to wrap their heads around that type of thinking. I try to let my kids see that there are many layers of me to see, that there are many facets to me being where I am today. I hope that htey do, and that they don't just blow off what I try to tell them. I want them to know where and how I came to be. I don't want a mystery and to have them begging for answers as I get older.
I have an example of that is I bought two books for both of the grandmas to fill out. My mother, the purveyer of secrets, never filled it out. My mother in law, whom I adore, filled it out with joy and extra care. She included funny stories and pictures to fill out the book. It is a wonderful treasure that my children can have as a part of their family history. I just wanted my kids to know about their history, and my mother, couldn't do that for me. Now, it is too late, she is blind, and can't fill out the book. It was supposed to be done in the grandma's handwriting, to preserve that too. She just wants everything to be a big secret, I mean it really doesn't matter if the kids know where she met my father does it? Will it breach national security? That is how she treats her historical information, like we could all get arrested for knowing what her favorite color is. That is why I tell the kids stories about my past and my loves and my young dreams. I don't want them to feel left out and resent the fact that they don't know things about me. I want them to know all that they can, within reason. I mean, there are some private things that they don't need to know, but the really great stuff, I am very open about.
There, I can now step off of my soap box. Maybe it isn't a soap box, maybe it is just a sounding board, one that I can rant and rave to, without hollering at my mother for not letting us in.
I guess that is enough for now about that.
Easter went off without a hitch, cooking went easy, as I prepped everything ahead of oven and cooking time. I even baked a poppyseed cake, similar to the one that my mother used to make when I was a child, but cheated with the recipie. Daniel loved it, had three pieces. My mother raved over it. My mother in law brought chocolate filled creme puffs and a raisin spice cake to die for! We finished off the last of the creme puffs last night, and I am sad that there are no more!
A great cookbook that I strongly recommend, was a gift from my mother in law: The Cake Mix Doctor by Anne Byrn published by Workman publishing . That is where I got the recipie for the Poppy seed cake. Now that I have tried that one, there are a whole host of others that I am going to try.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
The Cradle of Avaition
Thought that we would do something for the kids' vacation. This was our something. I made an effort to drive into Nassau County to the Cradle of Avaition Museum. It was cool! We, the kids and I went, with Daniel's friend Mikey. It was interesting to see the planes and the real beginnings of avaition, much of which can be traced back here to Long Island. Fairchild /Republic Avaition, a company that used to manufacture planes for the government, and Grumman, now, Northrup Grumman, that used to do all of the fighter jets for the navy. The Blue Angels used to if not still, fly in F-14 fighter aircraft. My brother as well as many of the men and women during WWII worked at the two plants here in Bethpage and Calverton.
A side note, I tried to upload pictures, but I couldn't so I will post the words here and then try to get the images down for the next blog. I am getting annoyed here!
Oh, And if you notice, I was able to get links attached to the side bar on my Blog. Just let me know in the comment section if you don't want to be there. If I forgot you, I am sorry, let me know that too! And I will try to get your blog or webpage up there.
A side note, I tried to upload pictures, but I couldn't so I will post the words here and then try to get the images down for the next blog. I am getting annoyed here!
Oh, And if you notice, I was able to get links attached to the side bar on my Blog. Just let me know in the comment section if you don't want to be there. If I forgot you, I am sorry, let me know that too! And I will try to get your blog or webpage up there.
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