You girls have filled this deteriorating brain to the max with all these thoughts, poems, etc. Reading your words help me feel a part of your lives when you are so far away. Sometimes I lament about being almost 700 miles away and think - if I was in Ohio....but if I was would I be doing anything differently? I would be involved in the activities I enjoy, you all would be involved with working and your grandchildren and we would most likely just call one another like we do now and sharing our innermost thoughts on the blog. Saying our thoughts out loud somehow seem more frightening than writing them. Does that make sense?
Journals - yes, I have been writing in my journals for at least 45 years, but.....i threw all of them away, except the past couple years. Actually, they were for my eyes only. I read some snippets before throwing them away. That is all I could bear to read about "poor" me in many of the pages. If I was struck by lightning, hit by a bus (we don't have buses) or was visited by some other calamity I would not want my family to read the diatribe that I wasted good ink on. I have progressed beyond that self pity (most of the time) and horrible things I wrote about people, and yes, even my husband. I don't write those things down anymore. I just let them fester and boil in the recesses of my soul and then I put them in my coffee can and bury them in the back yard until the worms crawl in and eat them up. Perhaps it would be healthier to at least write them down, but really, what good would be accomplished by letting some of those ugly thoughts loose. They are better buried in the coffee can.
I think the poem you included is a good model for husband and wife alike. I might print that out and hang it on the refrigerator.
I loved reading about the man that has been keeping a journal since he was a boy. Now, those journals are definitely worth preserving. A wonderful history of his life and the many events that have occurred in his lifetime. I usually journal in the morning, but often I don't remember some of the things that have happened the previous day or am feeling the same way about them after a night of dreams. I am going to try to write at night at least about the people that have come into my life during the day and what effect they had on me and I on them.
And no, I don't want Earl to have access to the blog. If you decide to share the blog with your guys please let me know so I can be on guard. I wouldn't want to do any male bashing and offend your sweet guys. Occasionally if one of you write something funny I will copy just that selection and print it for Earl to read.
Happy Valentine's Day girls. Earl and I hung out together today after I got home from Church and watched NASCAR, bowling and the Olympics interchangeably, if you know what I mean. I was going to cook supper and Earl said he thought it was a good night to go out to the new Chinese restaurant that just opened. Would I say no to that? No. Cooking probably ranks about equally with me as cleaning the toilet. I will do most anything rather than cook. The frozen food department at the commissary is my favorite section. Especially the frozen pizzas and ice cream. No wonder my pants are splitting at the seams.
Well, I fell down again today. The car windows were all frozen up this morning so I had to scrape the ice off before I could go to Church. As I was getting into the car I slipped on some ice in the driveway and bam was on the ground. Diane, I felt like you because I couldn't get up. Those old knees won't work from the down position. I had to turn over and crawl away from the ice so I would have some dry driveway to be able to stand up. It was pretty early so I doubt any neighbors were watching except may Jeanette (the neighbor that hates me for some reason). She was probably laughing her ass off if she caught a glimpse of me flailing around try to get up.
This morning our temperature was the same as yours. What is up with that.
I liked your poem too Lizzie. Very cute. Did you write that?
Some of these thoughts are most likely disjointed, but you will just have to consider the source. I love you each very, very much.
Lori
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You know, come to think of it, Liz is only about 15-20 miles from me, and Susie maybe 30-35? I am not good with distance. We rarely see each other in person because of all of our seperate and diverse activities. So really, you are not that far away. We are all close in our hearts and that makes a big difference.
ReplyDeleteReading what you wrote about your journals makes me not feel so bad about the bad stuff I wrote in mine. I guess they served a purpose at the time and maybe it it time to let those dumping grounds go.
I will never share the blog with my honey bun. Bwahaa! Honey bun. I may start calling him that tomorrow to see what he does with that. I would definitely not share my inner thoughts and feelings if I thought any of our guys were reading the whole shabang of our blog. Pieces and parts handed to them, yes, but free acces, not so good. Though it is out there free for anyone to read in cyberspace, I guess I would feel funny about it. I don't think I bashed anyone but I did share my frustrations and deep deep feelings.
Good grief. Nascar was on all the ding dong day off and on because of rain and wrecks or whatnot. I am over nascar these days, but then again, I wasn't in the living room much today.
I am sorry you fell today. Not good. Not good at all. Hope you didn't bruise anything. I know just what you looked like trying to get up. erg
Geesh, I told Bob I would be in bed an hour ago. I can hear him snoring from here in the wine (whine) room. I made myself stay up and not fall asleep on the couch at 8:00 to see if I could sleep through the night. At least until 4 or 5 am.
Nighty night!
Oh, I went to Chipotles again today. I am becoming a Chipotle Whore Cheater. I sneak around and now I even take a magazine to look at while I slop my fajita bowl contents on the crisp clean pages. I usually pick up and eat the parts I drop on the table, and today I heard a big chunk of steak hit the floor and I almost reached down to pick it up and eat it. I am a whore I tell you.
I am sick of Google Blog.. I wasted a lot of time and nonsensical words and it wouldn't let me post them and I lost it all. Shit
ReplyDeleteGood stuff here but the only comment I have time for is about the blog. I think if you sign in first (even though when you hit the sign in button, you are already signed in. Then just go to the blog. The other thing I've been doing is copying my comments before I hit that post button. Ain't I smart? Of course, you've all probably figured that one out.
ReplyDeleteYeah......more snow today NOT YEAH
Love ya -
Wow! Spent a good 15 min catching up on blogs. We spent the long weekend at the lake. Sure was beautiful there. Went to see my grandbabies Saturday and then back to the lake. Randy took me out for a valentines dinner at a very quaint little restauraunt in Pleasantville. It was quite pleasant, then we watched movies. We were getting ready to leave this morning when lo and behold Larry came walking up the drive. He came out to check something on the hot tub but his van slid off the road and Randy had to pull him out with the jeep.
ReplyDeleteI found one of my journals awhile back. I too destroyed it. I still have all of my poems (most are so stupid) that depict different times in my life. I'd like to get rid of them but sometimes I'll get them out and read them and think how lucky I am now.
I don't share our blog to anyone! Maybe tell someone of something I thought was silly or funny, but this is ours. Ours to do and say as we wish and trust that it is safe among us.
It is really snowing very hard now... can't decide if I hate it or love it. Soooo pretty, but I think I've got cabin fever now. Ready for warm weather to go kayaking around cranberry bog again.
love all of yous