I just found out that a friend? of mine passed away. He wasn't so much a friend as an acquaintance who I held in high regard. That sounds so uncaring though, doesn't it? He was pretty great. I interviewed with him in the beginning of 2009 for Mini Cities, Inc., a company which I only worked at for a small amount of time, but loved. We hit it off and I really enjoyed his company. He was a chef and was very focused on the local community and had a slight geek side of him that I could relate to. His wife was/is great and he has/had a daughter named Alexandra the same age as Alex. When I met him, he was battling brain cancer. I missed him a great deal after parting ways with Mini Cities. It makes me sad to know that he lost his battle. I can only pray that he is in a beautiful place full of happiness and love.
I've been thinking of obituaries a lot lately so this recent news pressed on my brain about this particular subject. What a profound thing an obituary is...think about it. It sums up a person's life in a paragraph. It consolidates what an individual is known for, remembered for and what they are survived by. That is a pretty powerful set of sentences. I can't help but wonder what my obituary would read? I can't help but wonder if there is anything in my life worth noting, worth mentioning in a paragraph that would forever define my life. And who is this obligation assigned to? A stranger? A loved one...is it designated to a person that the deceased loved and trusted like that of a will? Or is it just handed haphazardly off to an every day Joe who works at that particular newspaper, etc. Do people put their love and passion for the deceased into each and every word that will be written? What will my obituary read? What is significant in my life...and am I focusing on bettering those things which are most important or muddling in unimportant factors of an everyday life? What about you? Are you being significant? Are you making the items that YOU would write about in a person's obituary, the categories that you yourself find most important in life worthy enough to be written about yourself on paper.....
Obituary...pretty powerful paragraph....
Friday, August 20, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The year of the Tiger, the season of Family
- The year of the Tiger, the season of Family
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crazyhappylife
- July 10th, 13:11
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The year of the Tiger - at least that's what it is to the Chinese...The year of the tiger emphasizes courage and to have courage throughout the year to overcome life's obstacles. It seems to be a bit generic to me, as if could equate to any year in particular, but who am I to judge or criticize a bagillion year tradition of 1/3 of the population of the world?
For me - every year rolls in and out of certain themes, almost seasonal. The summer season "theme" definitely seems to be family. My family not only includes blood relatives but a few friends along the way that have been bumped into that category. I have spent most of the past two months with a family member somewhere. I've spent time with my in laws - more than I normally do, and have gotten to enjoy my niece and nephew. I've spent time with my sister, who came to visit for 10 days in May and I've gotten the chance to see all of my cousins, their kids and my aunts & uncle on my Mom's side this summer along with spend quality time with my girls & Paulie - all of whom I consider extended family.
I think because of certain turns my life has taken as of late and because of such an emphasis on family, I have found my inner self again. I've been more relaxed and less stressed than I have in many many years. I am content and happy for the first time in a long time.
It's a lazy saturday morning and it's time like these that remind me how great life is & how good I've got it. I've got a goof ball husband who makes me laugh and who I am very much in love with, three happy giggly kids and a great lil' sis living with me. I have an amazing house that is so very much home to me and my life is completely surrounded by loved ones, by family.
I hope your "season" right now gives you a few moments to reflect on yourself and the things in life that make you happy. I also hope that you take a moment to enjoy your life, what you have and who is in it to make it so special.
sitcom material for mothers day
Sunday, May 10, 2009
And so it begins.....
In honor of my several best friends who truly believe that my life is a sitcom waiting to happen, I have decided to write down my daily takes - the in and outs of my chaos and give you my not-so-boring details. Don't get me wrong, I have my mundane days just like the rest of you, but it just so happens that those are not the norm for me, so in order to amuse or give someone a small grin or slight giggle - I will write...the never ending saga of my crazy sitcom life. I hope you enjoy!
So today - I am a mother of three amazing kids - age 3, 5 and 6. I've got a hell raiser, a dreamer and a diva on my hands so no day is ever boring. I asked the stars, the heavens, god or whatever you would like to believe (I believe in a bit of all of it so my praying lasts a long time! ha) for a truly boring, non adventerous Mother's Day. I've been given a Mother's Day (my first) with Chicken pox for both me and my baby without my husband being in town, my second with a very very sick child, my third I believe with my 1st child having severe RSV and my 4th with a newborn and ungodly back pain from a broken (two disc ruptured icky messed up messy) back and of course the 5th one with my sweet baby stuck in the hospital with me for 72 hours with Phnemonia and me...without sleep but who cares...my beautiful baby was sick and it scared the hell out of me. So that brings me to last year. I believe it was non evental, but can't quite remember as I try to block out "all things Charlotte" to remain sane. So this brings us up to date. A 37 year old Mama of 3...just lookin for a day of plain white rice, blah nothingness with a side of ho-hum and a drink of water let's not even spruce it up with ice.
The day went nice for the beginning. I took my three little crazies to Pet Smart that morning to play with puppies and kittties and grab a few things I needed for Scout. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. I ventured to target where I managed to get a few things needed - summer pj's which always shock me that my kids are growing so fast that they don't have clothes for the next upcoming season and a few loungy shorts for me. Again, uneventful. We grabbed some pool toys as the pool is almost ready to be used and regardless that the temperature is a ridiculous brrr freeze level, they are all ready to go in.
The pool unfortunately wasn't ready for today so the floats and noodles and what not had to wait for one more afternoon.
So today, I wanted my relaxing nothingness of no drama, no crazyness, no anything to last all day and I truly thought I was there. I had a few hampers of clothes to fold in our bedroom and asked Billy to bring them into the tv room so I could fold and watch tv together. Well in the midst of my folding, out rolled a dead, slightly eaten small possum. If you have read my other previous blog...you will know my deep distaste for these creatures and for it to show up in my hamper of clean clothes...well you can imagine my distaste and trauma that went with it. I went probably above the average normal person of "crazy" and decided to wash every single piece of clothing that was even remotely related to that day.....but I don't care. It was sick. It was disgusting and it was in my BEDROOM. I have a beloved Mutt named Scout who's crate is inches from where the laundry basket was, so I can figure out how it got there. I need to teach my pup that gift certificates to a spa or something is a much more preferred gift than a dead possum. So for those who have had a great mother's day, I have had the same...nothing but love and appreciation from my three crazy monkeys...with a small varment included that whacked out my laundry and freaked out the rest of my day.
With love till tomorrow,
Mamadee
So today - I am a mother of three amazing kids - age 3, 5 and 6. I've got a hell raiser, a dreamer and a diva on my hands so no day is ever boring. I asked the stars, the heavens, god or whatever you would like to believe (I believe in a bit of all of it so my praying lasts a long time! ha) for a truly boring, non adventerous Mother's Day. I've been given a Mother's Day (my first) with Chicken pox for both me and my baby without my husband being in town, my second with a very very sick child, my third I believe with my 1st child having severe RSV and my 4th with a newborn and ungodly back pain from a broken (two disc ruptured icky messed up messy) back and of course the 5th one with my sweet baby stuck in the hospital with me for 72 hours with Phnemonia and me...without sleep but who cares...my beautiful baby was sick and it scared the hell out of me. So that brings me to last year. I believe it was non evental, but can't quite remember as I try to block out "all things Charlotte" to remain sane. So this brings us up to date. A 37 year old Mama of 3...just lookin for a day of plain white rice, blah nothingness with a side of ho-hum and a drink of water let's not even spruce it up with ice.
The day went nice for the beginning. I took my three little crazies to Pet Smart that morning to play with puppies and kittties and grab a few things I needed for Scout. We enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. I ventured to target where I managed to get a few things needed - summer pj's which always shock me that my kids are growing so fast that they don't have clothes for the next upcoming season and a few loungy shorts for me. Again, uneventful. We grabbed some pool toys as the pool is almost ready to be used and regardless that the temperature is a ridiculous brrr freeze level, they are all ready to go in.
The pool unfortunately wasn't ready for today so the floats and noodles and what not had to wait for one more afternoon.
So today, I wanted my relaxing nothingness of no drama, no crazyness, no anything to last all day and I truly thought I was there. I had a few hampers of clothes to fold in our bedroom and asked Billy to bring them into the tv room so I could fold and watch tv together. Well in the midst of my folding, out rolled a dead, slightly eaten small possum. If you have read my other previous blog...you will know my deep distaste for these creatures and for it to show up in my hamper of clean clothes...well you can imagine my distaste and trauma that went with it. I went probably above the average normal person of "crazy" and decided to wash every single piece of clothing that was even remotely related to that day.....but I don't care. It was sick. It was disgusting and it was in my BEDROOM. I have a beloved Mutt named Scout who's crate is inches from where the laundry basket was, so I can figure out how it got there. I need to teach my pup that gift certificates to a spa or something is a much more preferred gift than a dead possum. So for those who have had a great mother's day, I have had the same...nothing but love and appreciation from my three crazy monkeys...with a small varment included that whacked out my laundry and freaked out the rest of my day.
With love till tomorrow,
Mamadee
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