Drinking chocolate milk from a wine glass.
Southern Rock.
Her furry four-legged friends.
Kacee, Ashley and Dakoda James.
All-You-Can-Eat crab legs.
Kids. Even the difficult ones…
Long country drives… always with a dog’s ears flappin in the wind.
Cooking her lasagna and New York Cheesecake for family and friends.
Hanging out with Mom.
Christmas.
Sending Toby “goody packages” in the mail.
Going to Jordie and Nick’s games.
Sharing her KC PetConnect passion with Dad.
Sappy chick-flicks.
And Me.
We miss you Teece… but we never forget you.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Gobshite
An even more outstanding word than Gobsmacked; my sister Toby enlightened me to this little beauty after reading my last post.
• Main Entry: gob-shite
• Pronunciation: gob-shahyt
• Function: noun
• Etymology: Chiefly Irish Slang
1. A loud-mouthed person who talks a lot, but of nothing with any value - as in shite coming out of their gob.
Hmmmmmm.
I’m gonna go now.
• Main Entry: gob-shite
• Pronunciation: gob-shahyt
• Function: noun
• Etymology: Chiefly Irish Slang
1. A loud-mouthed person who talks a lot, but of nothing with any value - as in shite coming out of their gob.
Hmmmmmm.
I’m gonna go now.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Gobsmacked!
There are certain words I occasionally come across that demand I add to my vocabular repertoire. The challenge quickly becomes to work them into conversation that day. As soon as possible in fact, one might even consider me obsessed.
Sometimes it’s not just a word, but more of an expression; “wicked” comes to mind. My friend Karen Haaaa-pa, (Harper to most of us), from New England always tickled me with that expression. Coming from her mouth, one that can rival even mine… it never got old. When Karen said something was wicked funny or wicked scary, the intensity of her story intensified! Lots of people say things are awesome; for me that word has long ago lost its awesomeness. Wicked still gets my attention.
Case in point… I recently blogged about the word “verbose”. I don’t use it much, but I love knowing it’s in my arsenal. Sometimes my heart skips a beat when I think I actually made a word up. “Vocabular” is an adjective which means “of or relating to words or phraseology”. Who knew? I do now as my skipping heart sinks! Dang it…
Today’s new addition is “Gobsmacked”. Twice I tell you I read it. It’s said to be of Irish origin (gob means mouth), and is used to describe the feeling when your gob drops open in response to an astonishing event rendering you speechless. “Chin hit the floor” is the term I “used” to use.
It is obvious by those who know me best, that I am quite uncomfortable with awkward silence. More often than not, I fill the void nervously with my own senseless chatter. Well no more folks, from here on out, I am going to thoroughly enjoy my Gobsmacked moments.
Yep…
Listen, cringe perhaps, and then enjoy!
Sometimes it’s not just a word, but more of an expression; “wicked” comes to mind. My friend Karen Haaaa-pa, (Harper to most of us), from New England always tickled me with that expression. Coming from her mouth, one that can rival even mine… it never got old. When Karen said something was wicked funny or wicked scary, the intensity of her story intensified! Lots of people say things are awesome; for me that word has long ago lost its awesomeness. Wicked still gets my attention.
Case in point… I recently blogged about the word “verbose”. I don’t use it much, but I love knowing it’s in my arsenal. Sometimes my heart skips a beat when I think I actually made a word up. “Vocabular” is an adjective which means “of or relating to words or phraseology”. Who knew? I do now as my skipping heart sinks! Dang it…
Today’s new addition is “Gobsmacked”. Twice I tell you I read it. It’s said to be of Irish origin (gob means mouth), and is used to describe the feeling when your gob drops open in response to an astonishing event rendering you speechless. “Chin hit the floor” is the term I “used” to use.
It is obvious by those who know me best, that I am quite uncomfortable with awkward silence. More often than not, I fill the void nervously with my own senseless chatter. Well no more folks, from here on out, I am going to thoroughly enjoy my Gobsmacked moments.
Yep…
Listen, cringe perhaps, and then enjoy!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Stay (a)Breast
Today starts National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. NBCAM
Breast cancer awareness should not be a suggestion, but rather a demand. Demand it of yourself and everyone you love. We have been fighting this battle way too long to lose even one more life simply because we are too busy to be aware! We all know early detention will greatly increase survival rates, but other than that yearly mammogram, are we really that diligent at staying aware?
Here is a fun little “Reminder Ribbon” from Wonderful-Grafitti® that you can adhere right to your shower wall or bathroom mirror. They are cute, cheap and effective.
So do your part this month; order a Reminder Ribbon for someone you love.
Let’s be aware all year long!
Breast cancer awareness should not be a suggestion, but rather a demand. Demand it of yourself and everyone you love. We have been fighting this battle way too long to lose even one more life simply because we are too busy to be aware! We all know early detention will greatly increase survival rates, but other than that yearly mammogram, are we really that diligent at staying aware?
Here is a fun little “Reminder Ribbon” from Wonderful-Grafitti® that you can adhere right to your shower wall or bathroom mirror. They are cute, cheap and effective.
So do your part this month; order a Reminder Ribbon for someone you love.
Let’s be aware all year long!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
# 22
Nick has a football game this afternoon. It’s actually the third one of the season, but he missed the first game because of the flu, Mike and I missed his second game because of” life”, but today we’ll all be there, including Jordie.
Raising our kids, I’ve always (right or wrong) subscribed to the “Parenting by Fear” model. When the kids were younger, it was great. They feared us… at least we like to think they did. At the very least they understood cause and effect!
I grew up fearing my folks, and most of my friends feared theirs as well. I would march right up to that line drawn in the sand, literally teetering over it at times, but on rare occasion did I out and out cross it. The risk had to be worth the short-term reward for me to do so. Or maybe that’s just the convenient memory I have since my own kids are now at the teetering stage of their young lives and I want them to make the right choices.
What I failed to realize until recently however, is how the definition of “Parenting by Fear” so quickly changes.
I’m a freak about them driving, a nut-case over a bad grade, distrusting of most friends. I’m a walking infomercial invading their ears with safety tips and an encyclopedia chock full of horrific stories regarding young people’s bad choices. “Good kids make bad choices too” loops over and over in these poor kids’ psyches’!
Parenting by Fear… great model… I am now the fearful one.
I dread this afternoon. Nick is new to the game of football. These kids are big; thank God he’s among the larger ones on the field. “Teach him to hit correctly Coach” I implored at the parents meeting last month. “He’s a pleaser Coach, don’t let him get hurt trying to please you and the team”. “Tell him how you never, ever hit with your head Coach”. By the time I was done with the guy he wanted to hit me over the head.
Last week didn’t help when Nicky came barging in the door after the game all a twitter to tell me that another kid on his team was taken away in an ambulance. Apparently he took a cheap shot to the back and the coaching staff did the right thing by not taking any chances with his health. He was checked out at the local hospital and back at school the next day.
When Nick left for school today I was taken aback at how handsome and grown-up he looked in his game day jersey. I told him Daddy and I would be at his game and Sissy would meet us there too.
“I’m # 22 Mom, I’ll look for you guys and wave” was his reply. That’s him in a nutshell; carefree and happy, no outward sign of fear.
So this is me now…
Breathing deep, facing the fear and letting go.
Not just for today’s game, but for both Jordie and Nick’s young adult journey. I won’t be fearless, but I’m going to try very hard to no longer be paralyzed by that fear.
Wish me luck!
Raising our kids, I’ve always (right or wrong) subscribed to the “Parenting by Fear” model. When the kids were younger, it was great. They feared us… at least we like to think they did. At the very least they understood cause and effect!
I grew up fearing my folks, and most of my friends feared theirs as well. I would march right up to that line drawn in the sand, literally teetering over it at times, but on rare occasion did I out and out cross it. The risk had to be worth the short-term reward for me to do so. Or maybe that’s just the convenient memory I have since my own kids are now at the teetering stage of their young lives and I want them to make the right choices.
What I failed to realize until recently however, is how the definition of “Parenting by Fear” so quickly changes.
I’m a freak about them driving, a nut-case over a bad grade, distrusting of most friends. I’m a walking infomercial invading their ears with safety tips and an encyclopedia chock full of horrific stories regarding young people’s bad choices. “Good kids make bad choices too” loops over and over in these poor kids’ psyches’!
Parenting by Fear… great model… I am now the fearful one.
I dread this afternoon. Nick is new to the game of football. These kids are big; thank God he’s among the larger ones on the field. “Teach him to hit correctly Coach” I implored at the parents meeting last month. “He’s a pleaser Coach, don’t let him get hurt trying to please you and the team”. “Tell him how you never, ever hit with your head Coach”. By the time I was done with the guy he wanted to hit me over the head.
Last week didn’t help when Nicky came barging in the door after the game all a twitter to tell me that another kid on his team was taken away in an ambulance. Apparently he took a cheap shot to the back and the coaching staff did the right thing by not taking any chances with his health. He was checked out at the local hospital and back at school the next day.
When Nick left for school today I was taken aback at how handsome and grown-up he looked in his game day jersey. I told him Daddy and I would be at his game and Sissy would meet us there too.
“I’m # 22 Mom, I’ll look for you guys and wave” was his reply. That’s him in a nutshell; carefree and happy, no outward sign of fear.
So this is me now…
Breathing deep, facing the fear and letting go.
Not just for today’s game, but for both Jordie and Nick’s young adult journey. I won’t be fearless, but I’m going to try very hard to no longer be paralyzed by that fear.
Wish me luck!
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