Baby Girl Eintstein

Well not really. Maybe she’s Mozart. All I know is it seems that daily she comes up with new things that totally floor me. And of course I have to tell everyone all the wonderfully cute/super smart/wonderful things she does. Like at the store yesterday (without a 2-year old tantrum in sight), she said thank you to the girl bagging our groceries, then opened her arms wide to give her a hug. And she says “luv you” without me saying it first. Kills me! I don’t know what I’d do without her, must figure out a way to work out the money stuff.

Life, Stress, and Flowers

I haven’t written in ages. Not that I haven’t wanted to,  but I think I’ve had too much to talk about. And yet, much of the things I NEED to talk about are too personal almost to talk about (you really don’t want to know the gory details, but you will). Then I felt guilty, for not writing. So I hid from it, avoiding the need. Now it’s been months. So much more has happened. I’ll have to spam to get it all out. Expect spewage.

Life: Hundreds of new words, moments uncaptured on film, plus Christmas with lots of pictures.

Stress: Working on the adoption, money or lack thereof, organization (or lack thereof), work layoffs (waiting with bated breath to see if my name is called)

Flowers: Well not lots of flowers, I don’t get flowers. But one new flower: Iris Marie. She’s cute. Hoping to be grandma only this time. Passing her back when she makes a mess.

Alright, there’s my goals, lots to write. Plus I’m thinking of what I want to be when I grow up, with music taking over so much of my life. And oddly enough, took one of those tests (personality or some such) and it said my top career would be – drum roll – yep, Music. They must not know I can’t sing a lick, can only sort of play the piano.  But then, there is more to music than that. Can I? Use my passion for all things music and make a career of it? Is teaching still possible? Or my desire to learn about websites, creating them, designing them.

Well, you never know. I’ve still got a whole ‘nother life to live. Anything could happen!

Spoiled. Totally spoiled.

I was spoiled. Totally. Hope my cousins never see my blog. I was an only child, and my grandmother’s baby. Easter time? I didn’t just get one big basket. I got 3. Christmas stockings? At least 2 from gran. Full to the brim. As a child at least, I only got 1 as an adult. Yes, I was spoiled.

You have to understand, under Gran’s tree (often ceramic and beautiful) the table overflowed with presents. New bf/gf, they got a present. Husbands/wives yep, they got presents. Packages were often super decorative. Fancy bows often with treats attached: little bags of chocolate coins, a small toy. We usually combined with my aunt’s family for Christmas, which meant 3 girls all around the same age. When we opened packages together, no one was different. If one girl got a doll from grandma, we all got one. Different styles, but still the same. Share and share alike. But that was only the story when we were actually “together”.