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Heartbroken on Valentine’s Day

We all know that Valentine’s Day and me aren’t friends. Haven’t been for years. It just always turned out to be a crap day. Even when I did have a legitimate Valentine. It’s like Cupid circles my head and shoots flaming darts. But this one…this day started out fine. I finally remembered the cookies for my daughter’s school party. The teachers have only been after me all week. Yesterday they stapled a reminder…stapled! a reminder to her backpack. Then left another note inside her binder. I get it! Cookies. Anyway, I remembered. Then I set out and got everyone close to me a valentine, some fashion of a sweet, and a little $5 nothing. But something, really. I got my daughter a musical on DVD, my son these beans he collects. (They have magnets inside). And yada, yada, yada. I went in late to work, scored a free lunch, and went home to have a wonderful dinner made for yours truly. Whew, I made it. Then a few things happened, or as we know it, Cupid shot the first flame. First, my daughter confided that everyone in her homeroom got a carnation, some even 2 or 3, and she was the ONLY one who got nothing. None. Who does this? Why can’t the teacher read on the sheet who is getting one, have extras, and make sure no one leaves the room without one? Nope. So there my little girl sported around all day without a flower. She said she seriously could have cared less. Right. But alas, there is NOTHING I can do to right that wrong. Valentine’s Day is going to become one less rocking day to her, as well. Then my littlest boy comes to me and hands me 3 Valentine’s cards he received. 3. Not one of those homemade shoe boxes you used to make to hold the 20 that would come, but 3. He’s in the 5th grade, so you’re not asked to exchange them. In fact, they didn’t even send out a sheet with a list of names. And he didn’t want to give any–he’s a boy. And so it hit me. Hard. This is his last year in elementary school. The last time it will even be an option. (let me wipe the tears as I continue to write). My kids are growing up too fast. Way too fast. Said daughter will get her driver’s permit next month. Where does this leave me? I’ll tell you where. In a fetal position, crying my eyes out, surrounded by scrap books of all my little babies. Is this what empty nest feels like? Aren’t we supposed to be waiting until they fly out?        Nope.

I think I need to give serious thought to admitting I can’t live here anymore. For health reasons of not tolerating the cold, I must leave. I must find a place closer to the sun, with a dash of salt water, and lots of warm air. Like lots. It’s getting worse the older I become. Scratching ice off my windshield each morning, wearing layers like an onion, and practically sitting on a space heater at my desk is getting old. Way old. What happened to global warming? When is it happening? I can take a month of cold. Tops. After Christmas it needs to snap back to a cool spring of 6 months. Why can’t this be done? For crying out loud.

Oh yeah, I suffered through strep throat last week. Um, don’t ever want to do that again. Luckily no one caught it. I stayed in bed for 3 days. So unlike me. Even my bones were crying to stand up again. It was awful. This is what it felt like when I swallowed.No joke.

I’m gearing up for my book release, and writing my next book at the same time. It’s amazing how I can catch such a tailwind of writing, then sit down for a second and wonder, “where is this thing going?” And that my friend is the intercom calling for WRITER’S BLOCK. Never ask yourself where this is going. Just drive. The story will find its destination just fine. So, I’m off to not ask myself any questions, not ponder how my littles are growing up, and not thinking twice about adding another pair of socks or sweater to my already 2 layers. Peace out and have a great weekend!

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A little of this and a little of that…

So first, a little of this. I have a new book releasing in March!!!! Finally, right? The silence will end, my voice will be heard (or read), and bells will ring! Okay, so that’s dramatic, but a new book is always something to celebrate. Another baby being born. 🙂 With villains, and good guys, and smart girls. Whew, I’m so happy just thinking about it. I’ll be brief, but it’s about trying to move past a breakup and almost out of the woods of it, when…dum, dum, dum…..your ex asks for another chance. What? But, I almost got over you. I’ve been sort of seeing someone else. And you want a do-over? Um…let me see.   So tune in later for more teasers. I’ve got a million. Not really, but I’ve got to come up with at least two. With pictures. That’s always fun. Trying to pick from a gazillion people to favor your characters. You get the girl right and then the guy’s all wrong. Sheesh….

Anyhoo…now for a little of that. Christmas came and went. And frankly, I’m not sad about that fact one bit. I was never more not in the mood for that than ….than….well, I wasn’t in the mood. You could tell it in my decorations. There was no heart. I had no oomph. No get up and go. I have no idea why. Then my boys returned to college. Again. And early because we got snow and I was afraid for them to drive in it. Dumb snow. And it’s still there. Causing more trouble. Another day off school. Which I used to love…no getting up early, no packing lunches. Not so much now. Maybe because of all the bickering my kids do. Enough already. You’re bored. I get it. You don’t like going, you don’t like staying. Just go read a book. Yeah, right. Okay, let me go read a book. Or write one. Whichever you prefer.

No one has gotten terribly sick here. Thank goodness. I mean there’s the occasional stuffy nose. Which I can detect three rooms away. “Are you getting sick,” I yell. “Grab 3 vitamin C’s, 2 oranges, and a flax seed muffin”. I actually got sick 2 months ago. Nothing big, just couldn’t shake a cold. Like in a month it kept hanging on. My ears were stuffy, my throat was scratchy. And I know I’ve ranted about it before, but I went to an Urgent care and there was no doctor. Shocking, I know. Not really. They said, Evelyn will be in to see you. Have I really not told this story? I feel like it’s out there. Oh well, indulge me. I couldn’t have concluded it, because I just got the bill. $425.00!!! Yes, that’s right. $425.00 to see Evelyn. Who gave me something for a sinus infection. Like 1,600 mg of antibiotic every day. It was enough to kill whatever for future diseases. I could only take one. Turns out there is never a doctor at the Urgent care. NEVER. Only Evelyn. Then why is she $425.00 for 30 minutes. Do doctors exist? Where are they?

  And then the subject was closed on Evelyn and all the Evelyn’s out there.

Moving on. I’m into essential oils now. That’s new. Well, I’ve really been diffusing for 2 years. But now I’m like doing recipes and rubbing them on my body for different things. For example, they have a hormone balancing one. That’s fun. Not sure if it’s working. I’m still wiggy at times. Like strung out the kids don’t put their pant legs right side out for me to wash correctly. Will oil help in these manners? Ha! Who knows. The peppermint really helps for headaches. I’ve cut back on Advil like incredibly. I diffuse lavender, bergamot, and something else at nights. It’s truly wonderful. Just can’t remember that third oil. My kids tease me about it. Got the tummy ache? Let me get a roller ball of tummy ease for that!

I think that about wraps up everything that’s happened since the ‘Julieann shut down’. I’ve been working, trying to avoid laundry at all measures, and purging from my closet and other areas. Oh, I almost forgot. I’m working on a new concept. (not really all that new, it’s been around) It’s helped me greatly. Even listen to podcasts about it. It’s called Mindfulness. Being present in the moment. Sometimes it’s a real lifesaver. Here’s how it works. Sort of. You know how you’ve got a million to-do things on your mind, and your kid comes in and starts talking about the most long-winded thing you’ve ever heard? Well, instead of shaking your head and hearing only the mom from Peanuts (the wa-wa-wa), you actually stop thinking and focus on him. Or her. You live in that particular moment. Absorbing why the He-man character is so much better than the Incredible Hulk character. Your child even begins to believe you’re listening. And it eases your mind not to be anywhere else than there. Of course it works in other areas, too. Driving is one. I have a big problem with road rage. But when I realize it’s not their total fault that they want to turn into where I’m waiting to leave, thus slowing me down to wait for the cars now waiting behind them, I become less impulsive to call them ugly names. Thus making my children mutter things about them underneath their breath. Win, win. So mindfulness is our friend. 🙂 

 

 

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Ever Feel Existential?

I thought I was the only one that got these roaming thoughts. That was until my daughter came to me and said some of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. She’s just like me!! Things have her weirded out. Like her name, for example. She thought, ‘why do I come when someone says these 2 syllables?’ I rolled, laughing. She was dead serious when she asked me. At least I’m not the only ninny in the room. LOL  I think sometimes how this brain…this thing folded up piece of matter, like some type of science project I’ve left too long in the fridge, can remember numbers, how to drive with both my foot and hand respectively, think back to when I was five and how my mom’s house smelled when she cooked salmon cakes. Weird stuff like this. I believe Jim Carrey is going through this phase full time now.

Yes, it’s November. Again. And it will fly just like all the rest of the months of this year have flown by. It’s like I go to bed, rotate twice, and the alarm clock goes off again. Then Fridays whiz by, and Sundays keep me whining for more of a weekend to enjoy. And before I know it, all those Christmas projects I have in bags, waiting for me to sew or make for gifts, will get tossed back in the closet or thrown together in one weekend. Although, I must pat myself on the back for this one deed I’ve just done. I’ve bought like 3 presents already. This is truly amazing. Not sure why, but I did. Now not to hide it from myself and discover it at Easter when I’m searching for the candy I’ve hidden from my children. LOL

Drum roll please….my new book is near completion! That’s right, you read that correctly. I’m super thrilled. I get thrilled over all of them. It’s a lovely thing when you can pet, admire, and get jazzed about your own creativity. This one, I do hope, will not upset anyone. Ha, ha, ha. It’s messy, don’t get me wrong. It has to be messy. That’s what I do. If it’s not messy, it’s not true to life. But I don’t dangle anyone from a cliff, I don’t make you question the integrity of someone you love from page 5 thru 185, and I don’t…well, let’s see, I do a little. Oh, just trust me. I’m getting better at pleasing the masses. Want to know what it’s about? Okay, just a little hint.   Second chances. Everyone loves those, right? I do. But this is more than one second chance, it’s about three! Long story. (haha) So what if you’re getting over someone, or thought you were, and they try to reel you back in? What if while you were getting over them, you met someone who you thought might be the right someone? Just a theory.     Now to come up with a title for all that mumbo-jumbo. I used to love giving a work a title. Now it’s challenging.

Who could eat cereal for dinner? Me, too. Not easy when you have kids hounding you for something that fits more on a plate than a bowl. My husband wasn’t home for dinner tonight and I was like, ‘cereal, anyone?’ Yeah, it didn’t happen. I threw something sloppy together. I hope no one’s stomach is growling like mine. Maybe I’ll go and get those Lucky Charms now!

Here’s to everyone enjoying their week, not questioning the radicalness of answering to an audible sound made just for you (your name), and to me for choosing just the right title for this new book baby I will release in the winter. 🙂

 

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Hair Wars

Raise your hand if you like your hair. Okay, I’m surprised by that number. I love that I have hair, don’t get me wrong. But why did it have to be so thin…so lifeless…so straight, yet not. There is a bit of a wave, but not much. I bought curls from the time I was in middle school through high school when it wasn’t cool anymore. Then I just woke up every morning and took 15 minutes to use the iron. Only to have it die after two hours in the elements outside of my bathroom walls.

When I found out I was having a little girl…finally, (I have 4 boys) all I wanted was for her to have thick hair. Well, I wanted more than that, but this was tall on my list. And wouldn’t you know, my prayer got answered. That girl has hair that could never be accused of as flat and uneventful. It was so kinky, curly when she was little that it sprung to her ear lobes dry and stretched down to her waist when wet. Why couldn’t I get some of that? No, seriously.

This post was just another random thought of mine after seeing a picture of a woman with incredible hair. But I’d like to ask her, “Do you like your hair?” She most likely would have something negative to say about it. Tis life.

I’m off to throw some dye on my thin locks and wait patiently for the appointment to get it shaped up on Wednesday. I love that I have hair. 🙂

That is all.

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Release Day!!

I’m so excited to send this latest baby into the reader realm! It would be absolutely amazing if everyone welcomed Colin and Claire into their imaginations and loved them as much as I do. 🙂 I know it’s a stretch…but a writer can hope!

Have you ever had a crush on someone and knew it couldn’t happen? Claire has finally fallen head over heels for the guy she grew up with every summer at the Cove. There’s just one problem…he comes from money, and she lives in a one bedroom apartment in Queens. Colin’s dad would never stand to see his son get involved in any girl who wasn’t born into privilege. And so the story begins…

I’m always a bit nervous to read reviews. As with most people, I question my ability with each one I read. Realizing everyone has different tastes for books like they do certain foods, I cannot focus on the good, bad, or ugly. LOL  I write from my heart…my very messy heart!

Happy Release day, everyone! I hope you enjoy it and please let me know either way in a review on Amazon or Goodreads. It really helps readers find me and lets me know what you think.

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Time moves on

Long time no blog, huh? I’ve been a bit busy. I got back from China! That was huge. I gained a wonderful little being. That was humongous. Now my nest is getting ready to be scattered, again. Drats, that college!

China was busy. And scary. I’d say 1% spoke broken English. That is if you could find her/him. We were on our own most of the time (2 weeks). Which made eating almost impossible. Menus were mostly in Chinese, and we are not the gambling type, seeing that chicken feet were a favorite by many and squid flavored potato chips were at every convenience store. My husband lost 10 pounds and I lost about 6. I lived on Coke and the doughnut and fried egg they gave me each morning. Oh, and Coke at lunch and dinner. Hence only the 6 pounds lost. You are told NOT to drink the water. Brush your teeth with bottled water and not to eat the vegetables. Hmmm….that left watermelon and rice with noodles. I don’t want to see another speck of rice for quite some time.

Our newest family member is amazing. Upon our first meeting, she clung to me and hasn’t changed her mind that I’ll do as her new momma. What a brave little girl. She left all she knows, a language she understood, all-you-can eat rice and noodles, and came to America with a strange woman and her husband to try her tastebuds on mashed potatoes and applesauce. Both of which she despises. Sigh. So I make her rice and noodles anytime she wants. She truly inspires me with how quickly she is adapting. 🙂

My two…yes, two boys leave for college next week. *sniff, sniff* I know they need to go, need to spread their wings. However, I’ll be left to look at their empty rooms and remember all the nonsense and shenanigans they pulled during our time together. Stop me now!! I don’t think I can go and make the exit scene at the dorm rooms, again. I might be busy that day they have to go. LOL

On a more exciting topic…I am about to release my next book. I. AM. So. Excited!! I just read the latest review for it. I get such a high off of reading what someone thinks of my books. Provided they are justifiable. I can’t say too much for the trolls out there. Everybody has a pooper, right? Anyway, so my next book comes out August 23rd! Eep. It’s a summer fling-type one. I got it in right under the ‘summer’ wire. I do hope everyone who reads it likes it. As with all my books, I fall in love with each of the characters. It’s so difficult to choose which I like best.

Well, I’m off to get that last minute school shopping done. Everyone has that one kid, right? The one that constantly reminds me they have nothing on their supply list and school starts Monday. Yeah, yeah. I have three days, don’t I? Oh, how I hate the supply aisles at Wal-Mart and Target. It’s worse than a BOGO at the shoe store. People grabbing glue sticks like Elmer’s is going on strike. And binders that cost a fraction of my car payment lining the shelves. Come on! It’s a binder, people. Three rings. Why is it like ten bucks? And why does every teacher in the free world need two for their class? Don’t get me started on backpacks. Yes, my oldest son has reminded me that he’s had the same one for the past five years. What can I say? That thing has kept its shape and still zips. Well, kind of. I’ll get him a new one. But have you seen the prices? Forty dollars? And that’s a cheap one. Seriously? Times that by like six. It takes a bite out of the old wallet.

Enough of my school supply rant. I mean, is my kid really going to blow their nose through three boxes of tissues? And use 200 Clorox wipes? I think not. Anyway, happy back to school! Let the good times roll for all the moms who can drop their kids and go back home and take it easy. Your summer of ‘Mom, I’m bored’ has officially come to another close.

Cheers!

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I know this about myself

I keep other people’s gifts. All the time. See this little table runner? Yep, that was the thing I stayed up late to finish for my mother’s mother’s day gift. (No, that’s not a typo.) Why is it in this picture? On my table, should you know this is my table. Well, because I ‘tried’ it on. You know, to see what it’d look like. And what do you know? I liked it. It fit amazingly perfect. And what would my mother do with it anyway? It’s not like she has a naked table needing a runner, is it? And just look at those colors…how they accent the paint in my dining room. Yep, it’s now our new table runner. Needless to say, I had to whip up some lavender sachets and go to the store for a flower and hand lotions. The sachets almost landed in my drawers, but alas I can whip up more if needed for my own. 🙂

Okay, on to other things. My son, the almost-graduate, is in Disney World. He left yesterday. Our first time apart for this length of time. That makes me sound like the Goldberg’s mom, right? Although we do NOT snuggle together. But it was sad seeing him leave. Better get used to it, college waits for no one, come August.

On the adoption front….my agency failed me again. Without properly telling me which papers to place with an application for immigration, I was declined. Yep, what do they care. They aren’t in China waiting for their parents to come get them. They aren’t the crazed people who’ve chased papers for a year, had nervous breakdowns, and stalked the mail courier every day. I’m counting the days until I’m in the bathroom throwing up, riddled with anxiety to cross the ocean in a plane, and not understanding properly how to make change in yen. Or yang. What is the currency?

Back to mother’s day. It was great. I didn’t cook a thing. I did eat well, though. French toast in the morning, forget what the lunch was, and then orange chicken for dinner. Homemade. As in Yum-oooooo.

Today I have a confession. As I wish I was writing this post in anonymity, I’ll just say that I had a ‘friend’ who went to the dentist, or should I say back to the dentist, to get a filling or two. And ‘they’ weren’t feeling it. You know, like what the heck did I do to voluntarily come back here? As in, drove my…’her’ car there, parked, and awaited ‘the chair’, ‘the drill’, the stupid way your mouth feels all doped up while you spend the next hour drooling and biting your gum by accident. Yeah, well my friend, after waiting 15 minutes in the waiting room, decided that was long enough. If they didn’t get her in the first five, she wasn’t waiting anymore. So this friend of mine went to the desk, told small white lie, and left. Can you believe it? She felt sort of like she did when she used to ditch classes in high school. Amazing. I believe the song she said she blasted while spinning wheels out of there was something retro. Like in the ‘skipping school’ days of hers.  Yep, that picture pretty much summed up how my friend looked when she pulled out!

Now for ‘don’t you hate it when’…. don’t you hate it when you’re late for work, fly to the iron to flatten out your blouse, and you accidentally don’t take in account it has embroidery all across the front? You end up smelling like a pencil eraser all day so you eat tons of mints to blow into the air so you don’t offend the people around you. Yep, I hate that too.

Now no more white lies. It’s just a piggy toe in length to the ‘real’ lies we might find ourselves telling. 🙂 Have a great weekend, everyone!!

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Types of Torture

Eight? Yes, exactly eight. Hey, I’m not bragging. I don’t find joy in making that call. Asking for someone to puncture my gums, all the while I’m paying out of pocket for the horrid sensation…the staring at their mask for hours, the cold and agonizing sprits of water spraying all over my damaged gums, and the whacky suction straw. Yet, this is what I did today. For 1 1/2 hours, strapped underneath a paper bib while blood was smeared on it. I imagined them crying inside…my teeth and gums, while each stab came harder and harder, scaling as they termed it. And the whole time I’m thinking, and this is why I won’t come for another eight. 

Unfortunately I have to return. They found a cavity…or two. I’m suddenly on a plan for return visits. Luckily I came home and found my chocolate Easter bunny and that made my gums feel a whole lot better. 🙂

So big news on the adoption front, for those following or who care…China approved our dossier. It was like passing a final exam. I spent all summer on this humongous scavenger hunt for things they wanted, such as physicals of me, my husband, my children, even my dogs needed paperwork submitted! We had to even see a shrink and be listed as ‘not crazy’. We needed a fire exit strategy for the home, proof of locks on the cabinets, fingerprints done not once but twice, and a state and federal clearance. Having a child naturally doesn’t come close to this. After gathering all of this junk, I had to ran them to get state sealed in Richmond…then authenticated in Washington, D.C. because, you know that traveling notary that followed me around everywhere getting everything signed wasn’t enough. So anyway, China liked what they saw and said yes! Travel should be some time in June (fingers crossed). She turns 5 in July. I’m hoping to get her before her birthday. I did some painting on her room tonight. I know I’m going to forget something. So far I’ve thought about socks. I don’t have any of those. Oh, and shoes. Basically because I have no idea of her size. This is something I’ll pick up in China.

I feel like this week went by fast. Faster than today when I sat in the dentist chair. I have no concrete plans for the weekend. My son wants me to volunteer at school Saturday for a triathlon. Um…this involves getting up at 4:30 a.m. And I’m not even the one who is doing the running. I’m not feeling wonderful about this. Probably won’t happen. Whatever it is I’ll make it fun. Have a great one, everyone! And try to floss. That is what I took away from my waterboarding session today. Floss, floss, floss. I told her I did. She gave me that look. Okay, so I do…seldom. It probably wouldn’t have saved me the blood shed on my bib of shame, anyway. The hygienist must’ve been a wronged person in another life. And evidently she thought it was my gums that wronged her.

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I’m sensing a pattern here…

Okay, so I didn’t wake up grumpy, but I seem to be going to bed a bit miffed. Do I know why? Not consciously, but I assure you that if I had some couch time I’d get to the bottom of it! Tonight it’s the little things that are rubbing me…you know, like I’m ticked with Special K Red Berries cereal because the first bowl is a bounty of berries, however by bowl four you’re searching the box for them. Why? Can’t they get the ratio and way it comes out more precise? LOL Yep, that even sounded crazy in my head. But let’s back up to this morning. Maybe I’ll find why I’m a bit out of sorts.

I woke up late. Why? Because my bed is incredibly warm. Because I go to bed past the time I can keep my eyelids open. Because I don’t like mornings. So I had to go to the dentist with boy 4 and girl 1. He had a cavity. The horror. The complete horror of having to go and wait 2 hours….2 hours to have that thing filled. Of course the majority of that time was letting him get sedated and then the gas and the waking from the gas. See what not brushing every night got you, I asked. This. He assures me he will brush, floss, fluoride, and soak teeth every night to avoid such future horror. Sidenote: Girl 1 had no cavities. Yay!

As for the rest of my day, it went okay. I did some errands, ate a crappy lunch, and wandered around for what to make for dinner. Ah, my favorite time to sit and wonder what I’ll feed my tribe. Nothing good, I assure you it was. Nothing. I couldn’t even bear to clean it up. Boy 2 surprised me by clearing it out while I was washing laundry. I finished up the evening by eating a bowl of my berry cereal and feeling as though I got nothing accomplished today. Maybe that’s my problem. All I did was ride in a car or ride that dentist waiting room chair. And then of course I’m on the kick of feeling fat again. Yet nothing stops me from eating. Go figure that!

Okay, now for the positive portion of this segment. Because being negative is beginning to make me look even worse. I will mention a few things that light up my world and give me reason to be the happiest person ever. Let’s see:1. I have the most wonderful 6 kids ever. Maybe not every second of the day. But when I’m around other bad children, I know my really aren’t all that naughty. LOL! No, they are good. Down in their core they are good. Now to just not have to police them every second. 2. My home is just what I need. It’s beautiful, provides most with their own room, gives us security, and has a serene setting. (I mention this because I get the itch to move every day). 3. My husband is one of the best. I’d go as far to say I think he puts my needs before his own. You just don’t get that lucky usually. 4. I’m getting the chance to adopt a very sweet little girl in just 2 short months. Although it has been some of the most stressful times of my life with deadlines, hoops to jump through, and finding the money…I will be her mother before her 5th birthday. Amazing!! 5. Speaking of moms, I have the best one ever. This woman could’ve bunked with Mother Theresa for all I know. Drank from her same cup. Brushed with her same comb. She is giving, empathetic, compassionate to a fault, and all mine! Yep, that made me feel better. Sometimes you have to check in to what’s important and check out of what you have no control over. Like Kellog’s or cavities. I know this. 😉

Till next time! Have a good rest of the week.

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The End

Sometimes….if you really like how something’s going…’The End’ can be some of the saddest words to see or hear. For me, it’s bittersweet to see Sarah’s story come to a close. Of course she will live on in the blank pages that are yet to be, if ever, written. However, for now it’s good-bye.

Release day, January 4, 2018. Sounds a little like Star Trek when I read it aloud! Anyway, what will happen? Will Sarah spark again with Sam? Will Liz ever settle down? Can Carter make it through another year without going back with Paige? And will Maggie and Michael’s marriage survive? What about that new neighbor….what’s his name? Oh right, you haven’t met him yet. Well grab yourself a copy of “Falling For Sarah” and let me know what you think of him. Is he a contender for Sarah’s happily ever after? Or, is he like all the other men in her life and comes with a boat load of baggage?

I’m tickled and waiting on pins and needles to hear what everyone thinks! Finally it has closure. What so many of you wanted and deserved. I apologize for making you wait this long. 🙂 I promise, no more of that in my upcoming releases. Cliff hangers stop with Sarah. Girl scout honor! (Yeah, I was never really one, but it always sounds so official and meaningful to include it in a declaration).

I assume everyone had a fabulous ringing in of the New Year. What does ringing in the New Year even mean? Are bells involved? I used to, many years ago, watch Dick Clark and wait for that ball to drop. Listen to the bands play and laugh as I sat in my warm home watching all the cold bodies in New York, freezing their butts off, blowing smoke when they talked. Where do they all go to the bathroom? Seriously? Have you ever pondered it before? They’re all drinking for Pete’s sake, and come on…no one can hold it that long. I’m pretty sure they don’t have potties on the street for this, and even if they did, how could you even maneuver to get to one? Someone said today when we were discussing it, (yes we were) that they were certainly going somewhere. Eww…

Okay, on to resolutions. Isn’t that the second question to “What gym did you join” that comes after the first of January? The only resolution I’ve made thus far is to delete emails. I hoard no where else in my life except for yahoo mail. I’ve got so many emails that the counter has stopped counting. I’m horrible with the delete button. I read and move on. Or not and still move on. So this year I plan to delete. So far I’ve done it one and a half days. We’re on day three I realize, so I’m not doing so bad.

Last year I, as many others do, found a word that threaded through my entire year and had profound meaning. It was preparedness. And wherever my life went it seemed as though preparedness was looming. I felt compelled to prepare for many things. And so I did. And so I needed to. This year my word was change. It’s a year of change. As you may know I’m adopting a little girl. If that’s not enough change right there, I don’t know what else is. But three days into the new year and I’ve been met with even more profound change in my family. And I’m okay with it. Change is change. Change can be good. At least if I’m looking for good I’ll find it, right? We’ve sort of torn up our basement changing things around. And eerily I’m okay with that, too. I’m upside down in my organization, but all right. (I’ll keep you posted of my attitude as things get lost).

So Happy New Year my dear friends. Ring in the change that we know will come with a happy heart. And remember, if we don’t have change, we have the same. And don’t you want a little change? Life isn’t meant to be a groundhog day. 🙂