Complete Radio Silence

There is so much to say - like the fact that I got a helluva speeding ticket today while taking my kids to the dentist and the fact that Q just turned 9 - BUT....

Today is Ash Wednesday.  I'm not Catholic.  Robert's family is, but we, are not.

However, I love Lent.  I love the whole idea of sacrificing something to increase the level of penitence and to draw nearer to Jesus during this time.

So, what do I give up?  Sadly, for all of you who hang on my every word, I am giving up the internet; no games, no Facebook, NO MAFIA WARS (I feel the withdrawal pains already) and no blog and no reading blogs (lest you wonder where all my scintillating comments have gone).

I'm hoping that I can not only give up these time suckers but that I will then use that time to work on my ecclesiastical studies and prayers.

Who knows.

At any rate, hugs, smooches and the occasional grope - I'll be back in April.

An Asstastic Update

Because I know that you all have been on the edges on your seat....not only did I lose THE VERY FIRST WEEK, but I came it dead last, butt last, if you will.

I thought I got 5% of the vote, but no.  I got a whopping 5 votes (thank you my peeps) for a total of 2% of the vote.

Yeah.  Thank goodness my husband adores my ass.

Happily, my humiliation of publicly posting my bum has now ended.....and I can get on to debating the weightier matters of life.

5 Minutes a Day

That's what we're adding: five minutes each day  That's over a half-an-hour by the end of the week  *bliss*

This morning, the sky was light by 7am and at 5 this afternoon, there was still light in the sky.  Will wonders never cease?

I am so looking forward to the equinox and the wonderful unbalanced share of light we will be getting in the far north.

BTB, I've also finally realized, after 34+ years of staring down the channel at the same view, that the sun here rises more in the S, maybe SSSW.  Which explains why even when there is sunshine, none of it falls on my face; the sun never rises behind the mountain at my back.  Now, however, it is rising somewhere in the SW and I swear I have actually seen a beam of light on my side of the mountain.  Yea.

Deja Vu

Driving down the highway, the following conversation ensued.

Q: So I was the biggest baby?

Me: Yep, you were the tallest.  21".

Q: And Rafe was the fattest baby?

Me: Yep.

Q: Was I as big as Rafe was when he was 2 when I was born?

Me: Uh....no.

Q: When do babies start to talk?

Me: About 18 - 24 months.

Q: No, I mean real words.

Me: Yeah, about 18-14 months.

Q: And what was my first word?

Me: I don't know.

Q (increasingly whining pitch to voice):  Why didn't you write this stuff down?  Why do you remember Rafe's word but not mine or Eliza's?

Me (totally not seeing ANYTHING in this season of post-Christmas lights and an overcast night):  WOW!!  LOOK AT THAT STAR!!


It. totally. worked.

The boy got suckered.  He found a star or something twinkly somewhere and I was so relieved.

And yes, I plan on using this tactic in the future until he figures it out and I can't get away with it anymore.

Or until the sun starts staying up past their bedtimes and we really can't see any stars because the sky isn't black.

Which ever comes first.

Paranoia

Yeah, it's finally gotten to me.

But not so much about my kids - I know, I'm a bad mom.  No, I'm paranoid about certain, ahem, people finding this blog and reading and perhaps future employers (I know - dare to dream) and while my parents get an A+ for originality in the name department (my Facebook app said it was so, so it must be so), that A+ makes it really easy for anything related to me to pop up when one googles my name.

On that note, I'm now Windy (a punny name that my father so enjoys using with me) and my children are all renamed.  It is what it is.

Who knows?  Someday I'll get another wild hair and change it all back.

Stay tuned.....

Reader Discretion is Advised

When a certain time of month occurs, I feel as if someone has slowly peeled all the skin from my body and I stand before everyone bloody, naked, nerves exposed.  A soft breath, a sound, a smell, the world is too hard, too abrasive, too prevalent.  I want to shrink back, wrap myself in the softest of eider down that somehow only floats around me without touching me.  I want food, drink and babysitting to magically appear without ever having to interact with anyone else.

And I don't know how to change this.

And I don't know how to deal with life in these moments.

Today Is A Weepy, Weepy Day

That's it.

Nothing more to post.

Except that I loved this post of Sue's and I concur.

Except that instead of service postings, I will probably just be sporadic (sort of like 2009, now that I think about it).

Except that I tend to do the opposite of what I say I'll do and now that I've announced all of this, I'll end up pulling out of my sorrow and have the best year ever.

Yeah.

I should quit while I'm ahead.

Today is just a weepy day.