Why haven't I been writing?

I am in a strange place these days.

I'm either really happy and just enjoying it too much to write about it, or I'm cranky and annoyed and don't want to commit anything in writing that I won't want to read later.

Strange, isn't it?

Is there a happy medium or am I destined for one of those roller coaster kinds of lives - where there are amazing highs and frightening lows, but not a whole lot in the middle.

The more I think about it, the more I realize I probably wouldn't want the middle of the road life either, would I? Isn't middle of the road just a nice way of saying routine? Isn't routine just a nice way of saying dull?

OK, so let's say that I'm resigned to a life of mountains and valleys - how do I remind myself when I'm at the bottom of a valley that there's another mountain around the corner? Maybe that's what I needed to put in writing.

A New Post

My dear friend has been on my case to write a new post. Having either nothing I want to talk about or nothing to talk about at all... I am stealing from Dina.

Thanks!

Here's the deal....

1: Type in “[your name] needs” in the Google search:
Lizabeth needs a job, but is either over or undereducated, depending on the prospective employer.

This is from a book by Janet Evanovich, funnily enough - I just read it last month!

2: Type in “[your name] looks like” in Google search:
Liz looks like a rockstar with slurpees.

Lizabeth wouldn't work on that one - but still... I like it - a rock star with slurpees...


3: Type in “[your name] does” in Google search:
Liz Does Her Back In.

Is this revenge or physical torment on oneself? I could go either way.


4: Type in “[your name] hates” in Google search:
Lizbeth hates doing anything the quick-and-dirty way. In fact, she generally hates to be in a hurry at all.

True - I don't like to be in a hurry, and I hate to be late. However, there is something to be said for shortcuts!

5: Type in “[your name] goes to” in Google search:
Liz goes to Doubleday in Landisbury PA (near Carlyle) to play baseball.

Well, I guess if I was going to go play baseball, Pennsylvania is as good as anywhere.

6. Type in “[your name] eats” in Google search:
Liz eats Horseradish.

This is a video on You Tube I guess. Wow, people really will film themselves doing anything, won't they?

7: Type in “[your name] has” in Google search:
Lizabeth has her mother to herself.

Actually, now that she lives in Maine, I don't really anymore.


8: Type in “[your name] died” in Google Search:
He said there was no evidence of how Lizabeth died.

I don't know if this is supposed to count, but it's the first one.

9: Type in “[your name] will” in Google search:
Liz will always be watching over you both and she will live on through that beautiful daughter of yours.

Kinda creepy.

Does that count as something? At least until I'm ready to talk more.

I Know... I know...

But come on... this is funny!

Challenge

The rules say you can only type one word.

1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2. Your significant other? D
3. Your hair? frizzy
4. Your Skin? Casper
5.Your mother? healthier
6. Your favorite thing? giggling
7. Your dream last night? dark
8. Your favorite drink? Diet
9. Your dream/goal? Freedom
10. The room you're in? Office
11. Your ex? Weasel
12. Your fear? accidents
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home
14. Where were you last night? Bed
15. What you're not? Easy
16. Muffins? Blueberry
17. One of your wish list items? Time
18. Where you grew up? Cali
19. The last thing you did? Talk
20. What are you wearing? Raspberry
21. Your TV? Off
22. Your pet(S)? cat
23. Your computer? Pictures
24. Your life? Complicated
25. Your mood? Fragile
26. Missing someone? Always
27 Your car? MommyCar
28. Something you're not wearing? Ring
29 Favorite Store? Giftcard
30. Your summer? Full
31. Like someone? Lots
32. Your favorite color? purple
33. When is the last time you laughed? today
34. Last time you cried? Yesterday
35. Who will/would re-post this? Sadie?

Your turn, ladies (and Gentelmen - but there's only one I know that reads this that has a Blog, and he barely updates it. Right, Andrew?) But Debbie, Sadie, Christine, Dina, Melissa, you know who you are!

Wednesdays

I hate Wednesday mornings, but I love Wednesday evenings. How is this possible?

Wednesday morning is the last morning I have with my kids before they go to dad's house for a couple of days. Well, unless, of course, he's asked me to take them extra (which is pretty much a weekly thing).

My last kid hug for the duration happens on the sidewalk in front of the school. My last kiss is one that is pretty quick, after all there are friends to be played with. My last hug is bumpy with books and morning snacks. My last "I love you" is returned as they go flying down the sidewalk to play.

Then I go to work. There are no kisses, no hugs, no "I love you"s - well, ok, sometimes there are, but usually only if an employee wants something.

However, on Wednesday night, there's a transition. Now it's just me and D. An adult evening, where language isn't censored, where kissing is not followed by a pipsqueak voice saying "That's Disgustin'!"

This week's Wednesday will be spent keeping one eye on the Sundogs score, as they play game 3 in the cup finals in Colorado. Hopefully, the other one will be closed - after all it's kind of rude to keep your eyes open when kissing, isn't it?

Bad, bad, mommy

I am.

I am a bad mommy.

I am rooting for rain. My son has a "Coach Pitch" little league game tonight, and I am really hoping it will be called on account of rain.

This is a terrible thing to wish. Especially, since this is only the third game on the season. However, if you have never watched a little league game of "coach pitch" with a bunch of 7 year olds, please don't judge.

Let's start with the basic rules of this game. Everyone plays. Good rule. Everyone bats. Good rule. There are no outs. BAD, BAD rule! An inning means each kid on every team swings until they hit a fair ball. There are 14 kids on each team. There may be 15 - 20 pitches before a kid hits the ball. Are ya with me here?

Now, when it's my son's turn, it's a great few minutes - but the other 27 kids? Well, let's just say the mind does tend to wander...

Add to this that these games happen at 5:30. I get out of work at 5:00, and my child's day care is a 20 minute drive (when the gods of traffic are on my side). From there, this game is another 10 minute drive away. Somewhere in there, the child in question needs to don his baseball uniform. Add to this, that the ex feels the need to go to the games, even when it's not his day with the kids (don't get me started on that right now...) Add to this, that it's Tuesday. Which means both kids will have swum today in a pool that has to be just as much urine as water, and I get totally grossed out and prefer to immediately toss them into a shower, but won't have that opportunity until at least 7:00 tonight.

Oh, and somewhere in there, I need to feed them, make sure homework gets done, and find some time for myself...

Yep, rain sure sounds good...

Changes/Titles

Now that I've been (more or less) Blogging a little more frequently, I looked about my page, and found something that made me think...

This is what I had to say when I started: "Who am I? Well, that's not one of the questions I've got a good answer for. To some, I'm a mom, to others, I'm a friend, to others I'm a wife, to some a boss, to others an employee. Who am I to me? That's what I'm hoping to figure out."

Well, through this and a lot of other things, I think I have a better idea of who I am, and at least one of those titles have definitely changed. I am no longer anyone's wife.

There's something about that word, though, isn't there? It's clear. There is no ambiguity about a wife or a husband. You don't wonder... Do they live together? Are they getting married? If so, when?

I have someone in my life that I adore, and yet there isn't a title that I like for him. Boyfriend sounds so juevenile, and considering the things we are dealing with on a regular basis, doesn't say enough to me. "Partner" sounds gay. Not sarcastically, just really sounds like a same-sex relationship. "Lover" offers more details than I think I would prefer on an introduction, and "Friend" just doesn't say nearly enough.

So Ladies and Gentlemen - I'm on a quest. Give me a better word! This is your Mission!