Well, I guess sometimes you don't have to have a huge topic to talk about to write an entry. There's probably much to discuss about the kids, but time goes so fast, I hardly remember what happened five minutes ago, let alone all the quirky and funny things that go on from day-to-day.
So, what's new?! Lots. I'm sure there's lots. But newest for my life is that I've decided to change careers! Yes. It's true. I'll no longer be working for Alpine Bank. Although, I do love the company, believe in them whole-heartidly, I've decided I'm not cut out to be a banker forever. Sad. I know. Friday, the 2nd of September, will be my last day. So, if you're that devastated that I will no longer be taking the everyday transactions and opening accounts, you should come see me before then.
On to different things! I will start with All Kids Dental on September 06. I'm switching careers to become a Dental Assistant. This is an amazing opportunity for me for so many reasons. I'll be working with children; it's something that interests me; the days I'll be working are different so that I can be with my family more. It's just an all around amazing thing. Total answer to my prayers. I'm very grateful for the whole thing happening this way. I'm definitely nervous. There is a lot I don't know. Ok, so I don't know anything about dental assisting. But, I'm willing and eager to learn.
So, don't cry for me Alpine Bank-a. I'll always love you. And I'm thankful for what you've done for me. But, it's time to close that chapter and open an exciting new one!
As always, thanks for reading. I'll try to tell a funny story about the kids next time. Until then, ciao.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
I Am
In the effort of continuing to write more often, I am back to write about who I really am...or portions of me anyway...
I am...married.
Yes, I'm sure that's quite the shocker, but it's true. Married. Which, lately, is an emotional roller-coaster. Right now, we are on the not-so-fun side of this roller-coaster. So, to me, that means that I found someone who is the calm to my complete chaos. He lets me babble about all sorts of junk--like what book I'm currently reading or what type of recipe I'd like to try if I ever got on Chopped. Marriage is more than that though. It also means commitment. Committing to be there for the person you chose. Committing to not chase after others, even when it is tempting and thrilling.
I am a mother...and motherless
You all know this about me. But what's hardest about being a mom, to me, is being a mom without my mom. I have amazing women in my life who really help me out when I need that mother figure. No doubt. But, forgive me, some days, I just need my momma. I want to hug her neck and tell her how crazy the past four years have been since she left. I'm sure she knows this though, and I firmly believe she frequents my house. I know she knows my children. I just wish they could know her. That poses a challenge for me.
I am...not fearless.
As a mom I get to play Super Woman all day long. Making it seem like I have no fears. I'll tell my girls this someday, but, I am NOT fearless. I pray every day that when I get into my car, I make it home safely. I pray that my kids stay healthy and happy. I have major fears. Mostly that I'll have to fend off some evil monster in the closet, or worse yet, that my mistakes will cost me my children. Another fear: snakes. I hate snakes.
I am...open-minded.
Some might call this "liberal". I'd agree for the most part. Personally, I just like to say that I'm open to all things. Well, most things. Maybe not sky diving. Or snakes. But really, I'm open to change. I'll even change my mind if you can prove to me a better solution. I like that about myself. I think that's one of my best features. Being open-minded means I'm good with most solutions. I'm less open-minded if you shove things down my throat. But all-in-all, I like to shed my skin and move on. Change can be, and usually is, good. Just have to be open to it.
I am...married.
Yes, I'm sure that's quite the shocker, but it's true. Married. Which, lately, is an emotional roller-coaster. Right now, we are on the not-so-fun side of this roller-coaster. So, to me, that means that I found someone who is the calm to my complete chaos. He lets me babble about all sorts of junk--like what book I'm currently reading or what type of recipe I'd like to try if I ever got on Chopped. Marriage is more than that though. It also means commitment. Committing to be there for the person you chose. Committing to not chase after others, even when it is tempting and thrilling.
I am a mother...and motherless
You all know this about me. But what's hardest about being a mom, to me, is being a mom without my mom. I have amazing women in my life who really help me out when I need that mother figure. No doubt. But, forgive me, some days, I just need my momma. I want to hug her neck and tell her how crazy the past four years have been since she left. I'm sure she knows this though, and I firmly believe she frequents my house. I know she knows my children. I just wish they could know her. That poses a challenge for me.
I am...not fearless.
As a mom I get to play Super Woman all day long. Making it seem like I have no fears. I'll tell my girls this someday, but, I am NOT fearless. I pray every day that when I get into my car, I make it home safely. I pray that my kids stay healthy and happy. I have major fears. Mostly that I'll have to fend off some evil monster in the closet, or worse yet, that my mistakes will cost me my children. Another fear: snakes. I hate snakes.
I am...open-minded.
Some might call this "liberal". I'd agree for the most part. Personally, I just like to say that I'm open to all things. Well, most things. Maybe not sky diving. Or snakes. But really, I'm open to change. I'll even change my mind if you can prove to me a better solution. I like that about myself. I think that's one of my best features. Being open-minded means I'm good with most solutions. I'm less open-minded if you shove things down my throat. But all-in-all, I like to shed my skin and move on. Change can be, and usually is, good. Just have to be open to it.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
PrompTuesday
So...since it's been, I don't know, AGES, since I've written, a good friend of mine suggested that I take a PrompTuesday from sandiegomomma.com and do it. It will be cathartic and maybe remove my writer's block.
Here's the prompt I chose...and READY, SET, GO!
I want to know about your songs. What brings you back to a pivotal moment? Or an everyday moment you’ll remember forever? Tell me a drop of your life as crystallized by a Top 40 hit, a Broadway number, a dirge.
My mom was a music officianado. She was always disappointed in my lack of music appreciation. I sort of like to think I'm well-rounded in the musical-ness of my life. I listen to about anything and everything. Of course, when I was a teenager, I listened to it LOUDLY in my bedroom, on my awe-some boombox. She tried to really influence me by tossing in "her type" of music when we'd clean the house, especially when I'd do the dishes with her.
The song that takes me back to my kitchen is Tears For Fears, "Everybody Wants to Rule the World." Yes. It's VERY '80s. It also is VERY my life. My mom and I would do the dishes together and typically sing at the top of our lungs, badly at that. All while my younger brother hid in shame, and my step-dad would have nothing to do with us. One evening while she was trying to change my opinion of music, she threw in her Tears For Fears cd. I actually like Tears for Fears a great deal. We were rocking out, and wearing our oh-so-stylish yellow, elbow-length gloves, when she grabbed a wooden spoon and started dancing. Not being one to let her act a fool all by herself I joined in. I only wish someone would've been there to video it and put it on You Tube. Yep, we were THAT good.
This is one of my absolute favorite memories of my mom. In that three and a half minutes she was not a cancer patient. She didn't have a terminal diagnosis. She was just a mom. A mom enjoying a moment with her 21 year old daughter. Singing and dancing was her way of telling me I'd be ok. It was entirely blissful. The song still graces my iTunes library, and I have put it on any memorable mix of tunes since before she passed in 2007.
Recently I've been playing tunes for my daughters. I think Mom would be pretty thrilled with my not-so-average music choices. Of course there is Raffy (who I listened to frequently as a young child, thanks again, MOM), but I also throw on some more unusual things. I like to embarass my daughter by dancing around to artists like Michael Jackson, Arethra Franklin, Todd Rundgren, Stevie Wonder, and of course Tears for Fears. Sami frequently looks at me like I've gone completely bananas, but she usually decides to not let me act a fool all by myself, and joins in. She is after all, her Grandma's girl.
Here's the prompt I chose...and READY, SET, GO!
I want to know about your songs. What brings you back to a pivotal moment? Or an everyday moment you’ll remember forever? Tell me a drop of your life as crystallized by a Top 40 hit, a Broadway number, a dirge.
My mom was a music officianado. She was always disappointed in my lack of music appreciation. I sort of like to think I'm well-rounded in the musical-ness of my life. I listen to about anything and everything. Of course, when I was a teenager, I listened to it LOUDLY in my bedroom, on my awe-some boombox. She tried to really influence me by tossing in "her type" of music when we'd clean the house, especially when I'd do the dishes with her.
The song that takes me back to my kitchen is Tears For Fears, "Everybody Wants to Rule the World." Yes. It's VERY '80s. It also is VERY my life. My mom and I would do the dishes together and typically sing at the top of our lungs, badly at that. All while my younger brother hid in shame, and my step-dad would have nothing to do with us. One evening while she was trying to change my opinion of music, she threw in her Tears For Fears cd. I actually like Tears for Fears a great deal. We were rocking out, and wearing our oh-so-stylish yellow, elbow-length gloves, when she grabbed a wooden spoon and started dancing. Not being one to let her act a fool all by herself I joined in. I only wish someone would've been there to video it and put it on You Tube. Yep, we were THAT good.
This is one of my absolute favorite memories of my mom. In that three and a half minutes she was not a cancer patient. She didn't have a terminal diagnosis. She was just a mom. A mom enjoying a moment with her 21 year old daughter. Singing and dancing was her way of telling me I'd be ok. It was entirely blissful. The song still graces my iTunes library, and I have put it on any memorable mix of tunes since before she passed in 2007.
Recently I've been playing tunes for my daughters. I think Mom would be pretty thrilled with my not-so-average music choices. Of course there is Raffy (who I listened to frequently as a young child, thanks again, MOM), but I also throw on some more unusual things. I like to embarass my daughter by dancing around to artists like Michael Jackson, Arethra Franklin, Todd Rundgren, Stevie Wonder, and of course Tears for Fears. Sami frequently looks at me like I've gone completely bananas, but she usually decides to not let me act a fool all by myself, and joins in. She is after all, her Grandma's girl.
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