Month: September 2006 (page 1 of 3)


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Our Last Day in Heaven, Almost

This is our last full day in Wheeling, West Virginia.  Tomorrow, we begin the long and arduous process of moving to our new home that is not so near to here.  We wanted to make today special, particularly for Julia.  We woke up and treated ourselves to some ice cream for breakfast, then made our way to our favorite place:  Oglebay Park.

Oglebay ParkÂ

Oglebay has been a common backdrop for special events in my life.  I’ve celebrated a prom, a wedding, birthdays, anniversaries and countless other important occasions at this beautiful place.  For the past year, it has been a cherished spot for Julia and I to spend time together. We’ve racked up quite a few hours feeding the ducks at the pond, watching the Cascading Water Show at Schenk Lake and walking the trails.  It is an understatement to say we will miss Oglebay.

Today, when we arrived to feed the ducks, we found that the food dispensers were missing, and this new policy was posted:


New Policy on Feeding the DucksÂ
Oglebay's Schenk LakeÂ

So, we watched the ducks for a while, then took Julia to the playground to play.  We walked to the Butterfly Garden and ended our trip with a stop at our favorite fountain, where Julia threw a penny in and made a wish.

Julia throws a Penny in the fountain at OglebayÂ

Just before we left, Daddy spotted a Praying Mantis which, he informed us, is good luck.

Praying Mantis at Oglebay

I’m so excited about this move.  I love our new home and I look forward to settling in there.  Still, West Virginia will always be special to me.  It really is Almost Heaven. (Cue “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver)

Just Can’t Get Enough

Every so often, a song comes along that resonates with me and sort of transfigures me.  You know those songs – the ones that recreate a feeling and just take you to another place.  Sometimes it happens because the timing is right, and once that moment is over, the song fades away and loses its elevating effect.  Some of them stick around for like 25 years, like this one:  “Just Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode.

A song that is guaranteed to incite a Dance Party Jam anytime it is played at my house.

A song that can pull me out of my darkest mood and make me get up and groove.  Even at 4 A.M.

A song that is so yummy, they used it in this Gap commercial in 1999.  Yeah, they’re all in leather and they’re all standing still.  They need me in there bouncing and twirling among them, wearing blazing red leather pants.  Especially around :05.  Yeah, I’d like that.

“When I’m with you baby, I go out of my head…”

Come on.  Let’s Dance!

A Terrible Thing Happened On The Way To The Gas Station

I was feeling very tense yesterday.  Everyone at our house is feeling that way right now.  We’ve been waiting so long and working so hard for this move to the new house, and it’s nearly here.  We’re excited, tired and anxious which equals stressed!  Anyway, I needed to take a break and get out, so I announced that Julia and I were going to put gas in the car and get some groceries.  Dave decided to come along.  On the way to the gas station, we talked.  I began to vent my frustrations, feeling secure that I could confide in m understanding and loving husband.

I am married to a wonderfully kind, gentle,and compassionate man.  He writes me poetry.  He rubs my feet, even when they’re gross.  He tells me I’m beautiful with such sincerity that I believe that he means it, even when I have a giant zit on my nose.  He buys me a laptop computer when I tell him I’d like to start a website.  He sings to me.  He’s a great husband.

He listened carefully the whole time I unloaded my frustrations.  I talked about the edgy feeling I had and all the tiny things that just seemed to be annoying me so much, lately.  It felt good to verbalize some of the emotions and issues I’d been dealing with regarding the move.  After I had just let out everything that had me aggravated and upset I said, “…I don’t know.  Am overreacting?”

Here’s where things went terribly wrong.

If you can even believe it, he actually said, “Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if you started your period tonight. It’s like you’re getting ready.”

I stopped the car and the world seemed to stop along with it.  Nothing moved.  There was no sound except for the slow and steady beat of my heart.  I felt as if my blood had turned to fire and was racing to my head.  I gripped the steering wheel, preparing for the impending explosion until I heard a soft, sweet voice from the back seat ask, “You okay, Mom?”

I nodded my head and looked at my husband in disbelief.  Even after nearly 33 years of living with either his mom and sister or a wife, he was completely oblivious to the fateful error he had made.  Through clenched teeth, I forced the question, “What did you say?”  I wanted to give him an opportunity to redeem himself.

But, he didn’t. He said, “Well, you’re sensitive to stuff.”  Then, it got worse.  He kept on talking.  “I mean, the last time right before your period started, you were all emotional and stuff.  And you’re kinda like that right now.”

I glared at him.

“You’re not like that all the time.  You’re like that around your period.”

I glared even harder at him.

“I think you’re misunderstanding me.”

I glared so hard that laser beams shot out from my eyes and started burning a whole in his chest.

“I’m just gonna stop talking now.”

“Good idea.”

Ballerina in The Wiggles Nightgown

Julia woke up in the mood to perform ballet on Friday. Here she is, in her Wiggles nightgown dancing to “Waltz of the Flowers” just before breakfast.


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Abby came into my life on a cold, Fall day about six years ago.  I found her outside my apartment, huddled against the heating vent, trying to get warm. She was a tiny kitten, not even old enough to be away from her mother. After knocking on doors in the community, posting flyers and running an ad, it looked as if no one was going to claim her.  So, I did.  Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep her in my apartment and she needed some extra special care, so my mom came and took her home.  She’s been a member of our family ever since.

I’m not sure what Abby went though in the days before I found her, but it must have been rough because she has always been rather skittish.  She’s quite loveable, but her fearful nature keeps most people from finding that out.Her wariness to interact has earned her the nickname “Shadow Cat,” since she tends to lurk in the shadows, watching the family.  The only thing that can bring her out is the laser pointer, her favorite toy.

The Boss of Me

While on the phone setting up services for our new home, a customer service representative asked me, “Your employer’s name, please?”

I said, “I’m a stay-at-home mom.”  After a brief pause I added, “I can give you my daughter’s name.  She’s my boss.”  (The customer service representative didn’t really find that amusing.)

As I sit here now, typing this with a headband and a cowboy hat on my head, 4 necklaces and a turquoise feather boa around my neck, along with Scooby Doo, Mickey Mouse and a ballerina cow in my lap, I know it’s no joke.

She really is the boss of me.


This afternoon, Julia was playing and told me, “Mom, I’m a robot.”

A moment later, Dave chimes in, “You know, I think Annie Lennox is a robot.”

And that made me think of this. It’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen on televison, courtesy of SNL.

A Fond Farewell

“Don’t cry because it’s over.  Smile because it happened.”
– Dr. Seuss

Julia and I met with our playgroup for the last time today.  By the time the next playgroup session is here, we will be in our new house, in a new town.  I’d been so wrapped up in the moving preparations, I didn’t realize this was our last meeting until today.  And it hit me – just how much I am going to miss it.

I’ve met a lot of moms through Julia’s various activities, like Kindermusik and Baby & Me, and our association was pleasant, but superficial.  We’d chat during the session, making kind remarks about each other’s children, but that’s where it ended.

Our playgroup was different.

After meeting in a Baby & Me class, one mom suggested we start a group where the kids could play and the moms could talk.  I jumped right on board, because I thought Julia would benefit from interacting with other children and a little adult conversation would be good for me, too.

Our playgroup quickly became our favorite weekly activity.  Julia absolutely loved the other children and I was amazed at how much I had in common with the other moms. We all had similar views on parenting, but wonderfully different personalities.  It was nice to relax and just let Julia play without hovering over her or worrying about her “performance.”  It was especially nice to get to talk to other moms.

And man, did I talk.

The first few times we got together, I worried that they wouldn’t invite me back.  Once we started talking, I was like an erupting volcano, spewing thoughts, opinions, and anecdotes. I could barely contain my excitement over finally connecting with people who understood.  Rather, I didn’t contain my excitement.  I talked.  And talked.  And when someone else started to talk, I interrupted them.

But, they did invite me back and I am thankful for it!

I am so grateful for the opportunity to know these amazing women and their beautiful children.  I am beholden to them for the care and friendship they have given my daughter and me.  They have touched our lives more than they realize.  They will not be forgotten.

“Don’t be dismayed by good-byes.  A farewell is necessary before you can meet again.  And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.”
– Richard Bach

Happy Birthday, Grandma!

My mom doesn’t look old enough to be a Grandma.  Most people mistake her for my sister when we’re out together.

This evening, we celebrated her 49th Birthday…

Grandma's Birthday
 …with ice cream, cake, balloons and Dave’s birthday hat madness.

Birthday Hat Madness - The Bull Birthday Hat Madness - The Cat
Birthday Hat Maddness - The Muzzled Dog Birthday Hat Madness - The Joker
Ah, good times.

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