Wondering where I have been?

Well, I thought I was being creative and wise by painting our bedroom a soft light-absorbing flat but cleanable blue.
This endeavor has been taken on before, I am quite good at it, at least that is what I thought.
But now I have the evidence that what I thought was such a fun and easy endeavor has turned my dog Blue. She seems quite content with the idea, and it is handy because it is like a walking swatch.

Friend on the Street: So what have you been up to lately?

Me: Painting our bedroom.

F on the S: Oh Lovely! What color did you choose?

Me: *looking down at the dog and adjusting so her right side is facing the friend* That.

F on the S: *looking at the dog and back at me* Oh. It's a nice color though.

Yes, My dog first decided she had an opinion about me changing the color by barking and pouncing with her front feet so that her ears plopped up and down with each bounce. I did the Dog Whisperer thing, the "you'll be put in your Bed!" warning, and finally the "Shut Up!" to no avail.

I try compromising with a new chew since she is still healing. See, the the dog has managed to rip her stitches the first time and had to be put under a second time and now is healing once again, her second stitches are out but the vet warned she is still healing on the inside. He even told of the 5 dogs this has happened to in his 30 years of practice to prepare us for the worse. To which Lacey barked and proceeded to try and jump back on the table. The vet heaved a sigh and wished us luck.

So, Lacey, who needs to be calm and sweet decides to bark. Finally I am sick of her constant bark and reach for her, this triggers the 'Chase' and she takes off running, tail tucked and tongue out. This is pure adreneline joy to her. She finally stops when I yell. This causes her to slip on the hard wood floor and Blam! Up against the freshly painted wall.

I scrub her the best I can, pull fibers of her fur from the paint for the next half hour, repaint the surface and make note that my dog's hair is absorbant and she remains a decidedly blue for now.

Well, they say Blue has a calming effect.
Perhaps?

Okay, I posted my voice and you can hear it. It wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be, but two of my gal pals talked me into it.
This is for Lucy, POH and the rest of you blogger peeps!



1. I actually think my voice is odd sounding, I have my own pronunciations, from living everywhere at once I think.


2. I went to the Redskins game on 9/11 and was part of the biggest flag, which was such great fun.
I also had some drunk chick run full boar into me. I held my ground but she would have toppled down if my hubby hadn't grabbed her. Scrimage is over folks this is real tackle football now!
Honestly, I was quite mad at her, that hurt. Please use your head when drinking!
*points to shoulder from the block*
I have a lovely souvenir bruise now.


3. I am sad to see summer end. I love the flowers and foliage. I adore autumn but winter saddens me. It is far too long in NY, and it is horrendous for the driving.


4. I went book shopping the other day at borders. I love the bargain book deal, they had 3 hard backs for $9.99. What a time, I did that and caught some books on cassette, which I will listen to on the mondays when I travel back from NY. 30 dollars and a bag full of books, yeah baby! that is sales shopping at it's best. My hubby even grabbed a book, I am reforming him slowly but surely. I topped in off with a Grande Mocha, no whip cream. Now that is heaven, Litature and mocha!


5. I am going into the store to boost morale today. It's true. I go in and bring a nice lunch occassionally and check with all our peeps and give them an ear. It makes people feel good to know someone cares whether they are happy or not. The turn over rate has lessened since I started doing this. I remember being on the end of a mundane job, it does matter.

1. My First Blog post was January 23rd.

2. The Fact was I had no intentions of getting to ‘know’ anyone or get known. *grins* Glad I didn’t stick to that. I still have a moat around me when I blog. I still have a lot of pain and find it hard to trust, but I am finding I am starting to build bridges lately.

3. I truly thought I would get bored and move on to something else by now, but the fact is I am here to stay. *rubs hands together* You poor things.

4.My favorite blog list has grown lately and the fact is it takes me quite a while to get through it.

5.I received one comment on my first blog, here it is.

Welcome to the Stream!! You'll enjoy your time here, I'm sure. I highly recommend a blogger on here: http://coloconnect.blogstream.com/ I read her daily and find her writing to be so inspirational. Enjoy!

by HockeyMum (PM , CC ) on Tuesday January 3, 2006 @ 4:32 PM (del)

----> Peaches! You rule! <----
I followed her advice and Colo and I have been blog pals since, she is inspirational.

Here is a copy of my first post.
A New Year in My Wonderful but Irregular Life.

I decided to try and branch out a bit more in my life by starting some new things. This is one of the items I listed. I wanted a place to start filing away my thoughts.
My life is not a simple one. I will give a brief overview. I have half-custody of my three beautiful daughters, which have residence in upper NY state. I live in Maryland now with my husband,Matthew, who I am so pleased to have in my life, he is a pure gift to me.
I travel the 9 hours to my NY state apartment and remain there for 2 weeks then shuttle myself home. This has been going on for a number of years. When the girls are off of school I bring them here, back with me, they love it here. I love having them here and they adore Matthew, their step dad as well, who doesn't?
(We had an awesome Christmas this year. Matthew has a daughter as well, and we all were in the same house and all enjoyed each others company! What a blessing!)
Why is my life this complicated? Well, I would rather not go into the details. They were completely out of my control and justice was not served. I have grown up a great deal from all that occurred, I would never have imagined my life the way it is right now. But yet again I would not be the person I am because of it. I was a stay at home mom and was attending college to get my teaching degree completed when my life shattered around me. It took me years to recover and a lot of council. I now know that good doesn't always prevail here on earth and evil has many faces.
Enough of that, What I do have is a wonderful marriage to a loving man who owns a grocery store here in Maryland. I met my sweet man on Yahoo backgammon of all places! We are so happy despite the two weeks we have to be apart due to life.
I also am working for my girlfriend who started a non-profit humanitarian organization called Hope. (hopeunites.org) I am finding the job exciting and challenging. We are growing every day.
So, what drove me to start a blog? Perhaps I just need a place to air myself. I do love to talk my thoughts out and I have a lot of beliefs and standards that I need to place somewhere to be able to decipher at a later date. I tried journals but with all my traveling I tend to forget to bring it when I need to write. I can always utilize my computers, so this was the most logical recourse. I really think I will enjoy this and maybe learn a bit more of myself, there is always room to improve.

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So, Where have I been since Friday?
Well, Saturday I helped my oldest move out, she is moving in with her dad for a semester then in with her friends. He lives close to the college and right along the car pool route. After moving her, sorting what will go with her and what will go in storage, (which no easy task, the girl hordes everything and has saved for an apartment in a tiny 12' x 12' room), we accomplish the task. Then there was the monstrous task of moving my middle child to her room and readjust the youngest's belongings which needed to stretch for quite a while now.
This move created a muted celebration for my younger two, for now they can spread their wings, they have ALWAYS shared a room at this point and now they are definitely enjoying the freedom.
While the house was still in a quandary, I was trying to get things arranged, tear down beds and reassemble them, get summer clothes in storage and purge the outgrown items. We also had to find time Sunday to finish school shopping, mark all the folders and binders, pack the new backpacks, make copies of their schedule and pack bags to go to my parents house. On top of all this, one of my girls had a Sunday birthday party to attend for her best friend and my oldest needed a ride to work, she is still in the process of getting her car on the road. I fretted and stewed and didn’t leave for mom and dads until 10pm that night and arrived at midnight, to find my brother, his wife and their kids waiting! *looks entirely strained*
We didn’t get to bed till 2 am and I was back up at 7thirty to feed the crew with dad, prepare picnic dishes with mom and head to the parade by 10am. This is a small town parade, where the line up of my relatives folding chairs is longer than the parade itself. My dad finds it fun to grab some of the candy thrown, to throw back at the volunteer firefighters for he knows them all and this is an expected ritual for them by now.
We cheer the homemade floats, jeer relatives in the parade, fuss over the home town soldiers, and pick out who we know in the High School Bands by how we know their parents.
Afterward we walk down to ball diamond and contribute to the home made booths and dunking station, in which my youngest brother is participating and makes tons of money because he knows everyone and is a 34 year old kid. He taunts and yells and before long everyone wants to dunk him. He tried tempting my dad but dad says he would like to give someone else the pleasure, he will just wait and catch him with the hose later. This eggs a group of ball players,and friends, who finally complete the task.
My older brother plays in the softball league which is going on all weekend, and my dad and younger brother and nephew play in the horse shoe tournament.
I purchase a sweet little dresser for a light amount of money at an antique auction to place in the living room for my oldest daughter to put clothes in so I feel like I have her at home and to encourage her to visit. This is not easy for me.
I drive home the next morning at 7 am, kids curled and sleeping, a McD’s coffee in my holder, a dresser in my trunk and strain on my face. I get home, unload the car, start the wash, get the dresser in the upstairs apartment, give the kids a breakfast and head to work by 10thirty.
At 11am I receive a phone call from Matthew, someone broke into the van and stole a check and some other minor valuables, the police think they are ‘crack heads’, wonderful! I now am putting a stop check at the bank, and feel a rage inside that burns because someone is hitting our cars. They traveled down our whole street; our cars were in our driveways. Our neighbor found they actually spent the night in their camper and trashed it. When do they make their way into our homes?
I work till 6 and my best friend and boss calls, her car is dead and she needs a ride. Not an issue, I take her home, run home and make supper, check the book reports the girls were required to do over the summer. They are required to read 3 Chapter books from a reading list, and create the book reports to go with them, the books were read but the reports had yet to be finished.
I do all the laundry, fill the dresser with some clothes left behind and put my college girl’s nice clean bedding in the bottom drawer and feel like a part of her is still here. I think to myself, “I will get pass this.”

Today is Wednesday, hump day, work went well; I booked a two teams, one for the orphanage in Kenya and for a school to be built in Bosnia this summer. The paperwork is getting caught up and I felt a bit at peace.
When I came home, I found the girls had made corrections on their reports and printed them out. We finished settling them into their new-to-them rooms. We laid out clothes for their first day of school, and we made copies of their schedule for their lockers and backpack, and they are ready for their first day back tomorrow. I made a special candlelight dinner to ear mark the passing of our summer and the start of a great year. The three of us discussed our desires for this year, academically and in their extra curricular life. They sound ready, I feel prepared.
Later, I talked to Sarah, she loves college, she chatters on the phone for over an hour and I smile. She still wants to find me on the other end, sure, it won’t be like it was, but it will be good. I find I am okay, life is okay, and we are okay, for tonight.

1-Last time you were nervous?
Hmmm…. I don’t know. I don’t get in that position very often, probably first time I met Matthew, that was pretty nerve-racking, but wonderful.

2-Last present you bought yourself?
I bought the MYST series for my gaming puter life.

3-Last time you ate in a restaurant?
Today, at lunch, with my munchkin, the local diner.

4-Last advice you gave?
If your friends name was Cliff would you jump off of him?
Oh and…Go with the chocolate black tie cheese cake it is to die for!

5-Last time you lost your temper?
When did I talk to my ex last? Ugh.

6-Last vacation you took?
I am going to My parents for the Labor day weekend.

7-Describe your day yesterday using a song title?
A Hard Days Night

8-Perfume or cologne you wear?
I like a variety. I love Red Hugo, Angel, Far and Away and Cool Water to name a few.
I frequent a perfume outlet mall!

9-Do you have an alter ego?
Yep, Super Mom and Brainy Mc Google.

10-1 thing that always makes you cry?
When I think about how I miss out on half of my kids life, and when I am without my hubby and life is rough. Sad movies make me cry too, Some Good books as well. I am a softee.

11- Last time you laughed out loud.
Oh my gosh, I survive on humor. I get to laugh out loud daily! No kidding. My hubby is hilarious, and my kids are miniature comedians, each with their own delivery and style.

12-If you were a cake....what flavor would you be?
Phillips NY chocolate black tie cheese cake it is to die for, man that advice is getting around!