Friday, February 13, 2015


I find myself emotional today.  No real rhyme or reason.  Not really sure what's going on there.  Perhaps it's the winter blues.  Valentine's Day is this weekend.  Woo-hoo.  No big plans made.  My husband will be snowmobiling.  Anywho, on the topic of Valentine's day I'll share a few tidbits that had me a little choked up this morning:
  • Justin and I got engaged on Valentine's day of 2006.  A little cliche, but probably one of my happiest days.
  • The first Valentine's Day in my apartment on Electric Ave, I came home from work to find a Valentine from my father on the doorstep.  He had driven an hour to drop it off. 
  • My late father-in-law was always so good about sending flowers to my mother-in-law at work.  I do remember a year though when he had accidentally sent flowers to the house instead.  She of course was upset all day at work thinking he had forgotten.  Being the ballbuster that he was  he played along like he forgot and hid them in the bathroom.  There they sat on the toilet seat cover with the mylar balloon just a-floating until she found them.  
  • The first year in our house, we went to eat at The Red Barn in Summit for Valentine's at the suggestion of friends of ours.  Having moved from the Albany area, we got dressed up and made sure to call ahead for reservations.  When we walked in, the bartender looked at us and said "oh, you must be the ones with reservations" and led us to a table with a sticky note on it which read "reserved."  We got a good laugh out of that.  The Red Barn was not somewhere you apparently needed reservations, nor did you need to be dressed up.  The food was excellent though.  It's unfortunate they had a fire and are no longer there.
  • Yesterday I came home to an early Valentine's day present from my dad because he didn't want to forget. 
  • This morning I came into work to find a Valentine for my son Jayson from my mother-in-law because she didn't want to forget.
I'm seeing a pattern here regarding's not looking good for the old gene pool.  Case in point, last week I mailed Valentine's cards from Jayson to his Grandparents because I didn't want to forget. Well, here's to not forgetting on Valentine's Day! Have a good weekend folks!

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Happy New Year! Let's catch up.

So now that it is officially 2015, I realize that I have slacked quite a bit in the blog department.  Jayson has been more active than ever and adding a puppy to the mix has certainly cut down on any free time I've had.  So let's catch up on items I forgot to share with you so that we can start the New Year off with a clean slate... mmmkay?  (Did you just picture Lumbergh from Office Space when I said that?)

Monday, November 10, 2014


Days like today I start out wondering what it is I strive for.  What's really important.  Today our new puppy had a couple accidents in the house before I'd even gotten to take my shower.  My husband was rushing around to help with whatever he could to make sure we both made it out of the house in time.  My patience was short.  My son was crying and miserable when I left him at daycare this morning.  I could feel the emotions building up inside of me.  

As I sat in the car on the verge of tears, I asked myself "what am I really upset about?"  

I felt bad that our newest member of the family had an accident in the house, it's not his fault.  It's our fault (my husband's and mine).  I felt bad that my husband went off to work in rush probably sensing I was angry and frustrated and for no good reason.  I felt bad that Jayson was left at daycare screaming for me because in this economy both his parents have to work.  Maybe it's the whole nature/nurture thing.  The mom in me.  I put everything on my shoulders.  I need to fix everything.  I need to make everything better.  The perfectionist in me wants to take care of everyone and everything.  I empathize way too much.  I even put it out on Facebook that I could use a do over.  In reality, looking back on this morning nothing was a major catastrophe.  Certainly nothing earth shattering.  Our family has a roof over its head, food on its table, and love.  Lots of it.  It may not seem like it all the time, but we do.

I saw an image on pinterest and it sort of centered me. Everyone has a bad day, but it's temporary.  Strive on folks.  Keep your end goals in sight.  Remember what's important.  To quote my husband's favorite movie: "I take the first one I come to or the weakest one in the group and then I swim as fast and as hard as I can for as long as I can. And the sea takes the rest;" "Save the ones you can Jake. The rest, you've got to let go."