If I need a good cry, or even if I don't, this song works every time!
Oh goodness! Why did I watch it? WHYYYY did I watch it?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
30 Day Blog Challenge-What's in your purse?
What you see:
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Bill folder w/bills, stamps, address labels, reminders, etc.
Hair ties
Camera
Lotion
Bill folder w/bills, stamps, address labels, reminders, etc.Journal
Calendar
Pens, Sharpie
Lip gloss
Chap stick
Snacks
Daily affirmation book
Hand sanitizer
Check book
Business Cards
What you don't see:
Cell phone
WalletHair ties
Camera
Lotion
***I know I'm forgetting something...
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Father's Day
My died when I was 17 years old and my step-dad died when I was 18 years old. My entire adult life, I have always carried a bit of an empty feeling on Father's Day. Of course when my fathers were still with us I was too young to truly appreciate them. I don't think a lot about my dads or Father's Day and when I think about them I certainly don't talk about them. Why? It makes me sad and the best way to avoid sadness is to pretend that whatever makes me sad is "no big deal" or doesn't exist. Ignoring the sad things is much easier when you also don't have contact with the people that bring those feelings of sadness to the surface. In previous years it has been easy to ignore what Father's Day means to me, and does to me, because it's me and D chillin' at the house-just the two of us. Now, with the invention of facebook it's a lot harder to ignore. I'm not complaining, in some weird, psychological way, it's probably a good thing. You know, face your "demons" and all that...
What my fathers mean to me.
My dad. I remember my dad being a part of my life from my very first memory, but I don't have a lot of memories of him. I grew up in SE Portland (mostly) and in my elementary years my dad never lived far from us but we didn't see him all that often. Let me take a step back, I say we because my brother, Brian, and I had different dads but we both called JoJo Browning Dad, and he called us both two of his children. My brother probably has as many memories of my dad as I do. Even when my dad and my mother were no longer together he called my brother his son and treated him as his son. So, we didn't see dad very often but when we did it was always very comfortable and we didn't miss a beat. My dad was funny and loving, but he was stearn too. Maybe strict is a better word. I remember one time my brother got in trouble and got a spanking and I got one too because "if dad hadn't caught us I would have been doing the same thing as Brian". I don't remember my dad ever yelling. I remember getting in trouble and punishments, but I don't remember him yelling. My dad used to show me pictures of my other brothers and sisters, two of each, who lived in Texas, and tell me stories about them. My most vivid memories of my dad are visiting him in Texas during summer vacation. I remember helping him feed his animals, going with him to Canton (kind of like a HUGE flea market) and on my last night each summer we would go out for dinner-just the two of us. Oh, I also got to share the joy of "starting" while visiting dad one summer. I'm not sure who was more uncomfortable, me or him. My dad was... my dad. I didn't know him well, but I know he loved his kids and grand-kids. He loved his entire family, and his way of showing it was to tease you, sometimes to the point of tears! I miss you daddy and I love you.
Gary, my step-dad. When my mom married my step-dad we (again, me and Brian) also gained a brother and a sister. I am most thankful for them. Gary was a lot like my dad, he loved to tease you and that was often his way of showing affection. I knew Gary, as a person, much better than I knew my own father and our family had a lot of inside jokes-we laughed a lot. Like any family, there were bad times and I clearly remember many of them, but I also remember so many good times it would take way too long to list them all here. Things that remind me of Gary are Hamm's beer, Mountain Dew, Hershey's chocolate bars, fishing, homemade french fries and a little restaurant in SE Portland, the name of it escapes me now-something Tree-where we used to go once in a while for family dinners. Gary was the "dad that raised me" and I miss him as much as I do my own "real" dad.
I am saddened that both of these men passed on so young, both in such different but equally tragic ways. I am sad that they did not get to meet all of their grandchildren. I know DJ would have loved them both and they both would have gotten a kick out of her witty personality. I am mostly sad that I didn't get to tell either of them what they meant to me; how could I when I didn't appreciate them until I had my own child?
On this day I will be thinking of both my dads and loving you both with all my heart.
What my fathers mean to me.
My dad. I remember my dad being a part of my life from my very first memory, but I don't have a lot of memories of him. I grew up in SE Portland (mostly) and in my elementary years my dad never lived far from us but we didn't see him all that often. Let me take a step back, I say we because my brother, Brian, and I had different dads but we both called JoJo Browning Dad, and he called us both two of his children. My brother probably has as many memories of my dad as I do. Even when my dad and my mother were no longer together he called my brother his son and treated him as his son. So, we didn't see dad very often but when we did it was always very comfortable and we didn't miss a beat. My dad was funny and loving, but he was stearn too. Maybe strict is a better word. I remember one time my brother got in trouble and got a spanking and I got one too because "if dad hadn't caught us I would have been doing the same thing as Brian". I don't remember my dad ever yelling. I remember getting in trouble and punishments, but I don't remember him yelling. My dad used to show me pictures of my other brothers and sisters, two of each, who lived in Texas, and tell me stories about them. My most vivid memories of my dad are visiting him in Texas during summer vacation. I remember helping him feed his animals, going with him to Canton (kind of like a HUGE flea market) and on my last night each summer we would go out for dinner-just the two of us. Oh, I also got to share the joy of "starting" while visiting dad one summer. I'm not sure who was more uncomfortable, me or him. My dad was... my dad. I didn't know him well, but I know he loved his kids and grand-kids. He loved his entire family, and his way of showing it was to tease you, sometimes to the point of tears! I miss you daddy and I love you.
Gary, my step-dad. When my mom married my step-dad we (again, me and Brian) also gained a brother and a sister. I am most thankful for them. Gary was a lot like my dad, he loved to tease you and that was often his way of showing affection. I knew Gary, as a person, much better than I knew my own father and our family had a lot of inside jokes-we laughed a lot. Like any family, there were bad times and I clearly remember many of them, but I also remember so many good times it would take way too long to list them all here. Things that remind me of Gary are Hamm's beer, Mountain Dew, Hershey's chocolate bars, fishing, homemade french fries and a little restaurant in SE Portland, the name of it escapes me now-something Tree-where we used to go once in a while for family dinners. Gary was the "dad that raised me" and I miss him as much as I do my own "real" dad.
I am saddened that both of these men passed on so young, both in such different but equally tragic ways. I am sad that they did not get to meet all of their grandchildren. I know DJ would have loved them both and they both would have gotten a kick out of her witty personality. I am mostly sad that I didn't get to tell either of them what they meant to me; how could I when I didn't appreciate them until I had my own child?
On this day I will be thinking of both my dads and loving you both with all my heart.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
30 Day Blog Challenge Day 21
Favorite picture of yourself, all time, and why.
This one is EASY!!!
This picture was taken on DJ's first day of 2nd grade. This is my favorite picture because... well... look at how HAPPY my baby is. Plus my hair looks good.
On DJ's first day of second grade both her dad and I got to take her to school. He's the one that took the picture. She was so happy to have both her mommy and daddy dropping her off for school. My only regret is that we didn't think to get a picture of all three of us. I have one somewhere of the two of them, I'll have to find it and post.
This one is EASY!!!
This picture was taken on DJ's first day of 2nd grade. This is my favorite picture because... well... look at how HAPPY my baby is. Plus my hair looks good.
On DJ's first day of second grade both her dad and I got to take her to school. He's the one that took the picture. She was so happy to have both her mommy and daddy dropping her off for school. My only regret is that we didn't think to get a picture of all three of us. I have one somewhere of the two of them, I'll have to find it and post.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Pissed Off at Diabetes
DJ had a diabetes appointment today, as she does every three months, and I'm either really happy or really unhappy after they're over. Today, I'm really unhappy. I have a friend I met through the (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) JDRF website, she lives in Virginia but we email almost daily and have recently starting texting. I emailed her this morning to tell her that we have a doctor appointment and she text back words of support, almost immediately.
I have been dealing with DJ's diabetes on my own for most of the 5 1/2 years she's had it, but I do have a support system. I have wonderful family and friends that are just a phone call away and happy to let me vent and cry and sometimes just feel sorry for myself (and DJ). That being said, there is nothing like being able to talk to someone who knows exactly how you feel, someone who has been through the same experiences and emotions, to truly get where you're coming from. I love my support system and I am truly grateful for each and every one of you. That being said I have to tell you knowing someone who has a kid with diabetes, having a neice/nephew/grandchild with diabetes, babysitting someone, having a family friend, or teaching a child with diabetes is not the same as having a kid with diabetes.
I suppose it's this way with any disease, but having a kid with diabetes brings up some very specific emotions and not having to explain my emotions and being able to talk the "diabetes lingo" without having to explain myself is so relieving. I love to educate people on diabetes (I could talk about it all day long) but sometimes I just want to be a mom and vent. Thanks to my friend D in Virginia I can do just that. I sent her an email this morning and I know I'll hear back from her momentarily and with ease I'll read her message that many people would need a decoder to decypher-and I'll feel a little better.
My diabetes related emotion today is: pissed off. I HATE diabetes. I AM SICK OF diabetes. I AM PISSED that diabetes exists.
I know it could be worse, at least it's treatable, and she can live a long and healthy life. Today, that does not help me.
I have been dealing with DJ's diabetes on my own for most of the 5 1/2 years she's had it, but I do have a support system. I have wonderful family and friends that are just a phone call away and happy to let me vent and cry and sometimes just feel sorry for myself (and DJ). That being said, there is nothing like being able to talk to someone who knows exactly how you feel, someone who has been through the same experiences and emotions, to truly get where you're coming from. I love my support system and I am truly grateful for each and every one of you. That being said I have to tell you knowing someone who has a kid with diabetes, having a neice/nephew/grandchild with diabetes, babysitting someone, having a family friend, or teaching a child with diabetes is not the same as having a kid with diabetes.
I suppose it's this way with any disease, but having a kid with diabetes brings up some very specific emotions and not having to explain my emotions and being able to talk the "diabetes lingo" without having to explain myself is so relieving. I love to educate people on diabetes (I could talk about it all day long) but sometimes I just want to be a mom and vent. Thanks to my friend D in Virginia I can do just that. I sent her an email this morning and I know I'll hear back from her momentarily and with ease I'll read her message that many people would need a decoder to decypher-and I'll feel a little better.
My diabetes related emotion today is: pissed off. I HATE diabetes. I AM SICK OF diabetes. I AM PISSED that diabetes exists.
I know it could be worse, at least it's treatable, and she can live a long and healthy life. Today, that does not help me.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
30 Day Blog Challenge-Day 20 (Nicknames)
Okay, this one is going to open me up for some ridicule, but whatever.
As a child my mom called me Nosey Rosey and my step-dad called me Digger (if you don't know why I'm certainly not going to tell you). My brother had a slew of nicknames for me, I'm sure none are appropriate for sharing and I've mentally blocked most of them anyway...
As a teen my friends called me most derivatives of my name: Rose, Rosey, Rosarita. My friend Jeania called me Rosey-toes which later morphed into just "Toes". I liked that one. <3
As an adult Rosey has stuck, Heidi says it with a little flair: Ro-ceee (Roll the "r" with a hard "c" and draw out the "e"). Then of course there's Mom, Mommy, Mama and Muuutherrrrr!
My brother married a "Rose" so occassional we call ourselves "Rose 1" and "Rose 2". My mother and some family call me Rose Lee.
Oh, don't let me forget-my Baumholder, Germany friends liked "Ghetto Rose". Where do people come up with this suff...? Really!
OH! I almost forgot, my friend Deidre used to call me "Amy" because she said it was the ultimate white girl name. lol
I might have been called the Roadside Hurler at one point... Geez. They're all just coming back to me.
I'm sure I'm missing some. I'm intentionally leaving out anything dubbed during any relationships or friendships that ended badly.
If you think of anything I missed please feel free to add. Good times... Good times...
As a child my mom called me Nosey Rosey and my step-dad called me Digger (if you don't know why I'm certainly not going to tell you). My brother had a slew of nicknames for me, I'm sure none are appropriate for sharing and I've mentally blocked most of them anyway...
As a teen my friends called me most derivatives of my name: Rose, Rosey, Rosarita. My friend Jeania called me Rosey-toes which later morphed into just "Toes". I liked that one. <3
As an adult Rosey has stuck, Heidi says it with a little flair: Ro-ceee (Roll the "r" with a hard "c" and draw out the "e"). Then of course there's Mom, Mommy, Mama and Muuutherrrrr!
My brother married a "Rose" so occassional we call ourselves "Rose 1" and "Rose 2". My mother and some family call me Rose Lee.
Oh, don't let me forget-my Baumholder, Germany friends liked "Ghetto Rose". Where do people come up with this suff...? Really!
OH! I almost forgot, my friend Deidre used to call me "Amy" because she said it was the ultimate white girl name. lol
I might have been called the Roadside Hurler at one point... Geez. They're all just coming back to me.
I'm sure I'm missing some. I'm intentionally leaving out anything dubbed during any relationships or friendships that ended badly.
If you think of anything I missed please feel free to add. Good times... Good times...
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
30 Day Blog Challenge - Something You Miss (Day 19)
I'm a little behind in this 30 Day Blog Challenge thing, but hey-it's not like it's my JOB! Also, I get stuck on some of these topics. It's taken me a while to figure out what I miss. My life is pretty dang fantastic, I just don't have much to complain about. Here comes the #1 gripe...
I miss SLEEP! I remember pre-child I had a few obligations, like working and drinking and shopping, and other than that I could sleep whenever I wanted to. I slept good too. Sometimes, I would just think, "I'm tired, I think I'll take a nap". Then I would.
When I found out I was pregnant my biggest fear was lack of sleep. No kidding. I wasn't so worried about labor, or the finacial burden of a child, or even the pesky teenage years. Nope. I knew I was going to be missing out on precious sleep. Once DJ was born I realized that lack of sleep was a temporary thing and I could totally get through these younger years because once she's able to be more self sufficient, sweet relief is mine!
There were a couple of years where I could turn on the tv on and get a little extra shut eye (yes, at times i was that mom) or nap with one eye open. Eventually she could get up and grab a bowl of cereal, turn on the television and hang out until mom woke up (8:00 a.m. is sleeping in you know). Once DJ reached that point I no longer felt sleep deprived. She'd sleep all night, let me get a little extra on the weekends and life was pretty good in that sense.
Then she got diagnosed with diabetes. Seriously? Am I being punked? This is a whole 'nother post, but I probably haven't gotten a whole months worth of good nights sleep in the past 5 1/2 years. No kidding. Because of this, I know I look tired, I know I'm grumpy and I know I need to relax. You really don't have to tell me.
I miss SLEEP! I remember pre-child I had a few obligations, like working and drinking and shopping, and other than that I could sleep whenever I wanted to. I slept good too. Sometimes, I would just think, "I'm tired, I think I'll take a nap". Then I would.
When I found out I was pregnant my biggest fear was lack of sleep. No kidding. I wasn't so worried about labor, or the finacial burden of a child, or even the pesky teenage years. Nope. I knew I was going to be missing out on precious sleep. Once DJ was born I realized that lack of sleep was a temporary thing and I could totally get through these younger years because once she's able to be more self sufficient, sweet relief is mine!
There were a couple of years where I could turn on the tv on and get a little extra shut eye (yes, at times i was that mom) or nap with one eye open. Eventually she could get up and grab a bowl of cereal, turn on the television and hang out until mom woke up (8:00 a.m. is sleeping in you know). Once DJ reached that point I no longer felt sleep deprived. She'd sleep all night, let me get a little extra on the weekends and life was pretty good in that sense.
Then she got diagnosed with diabetes. Seriously? Am I being punked? This is a whole 'nother post, but I probably haven't gotten a whole months worth of good nights sleep in the past 5 1/2 years. No kidding. Because of this, I know I look tired, I know I'm grumpy and I know I need to relax. You really don't have to tell me.
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