I’m alive! And here’s a blog post to prove it!

Family pictures . . . does the thought strike fear into your heart? I spent a whole weekend in search of clothes that matched without being cutesy. We pulled our 9-year old out of school two hours early for the appointment. I gave my 5-year old tons of warning and emotional preparation, hoping that she would cooperate. The last time I took her to the photographer’s studio, she ran off crying. (She was three.)

But my mother-in-law called and told me she wanted pictures of the kids for Christmas and since my boys do school at home, they have no school pictures. And this was the perfect opportunity to schedule a family picture. Plus, I’m not as fat as I used to be (I’ve lost 55 pounds, you know). Do it now before my neck totally turns into a turkey waddle.

The photographer, Crystal, is the best. She’s fast, sweet, gentle, funny and efficient. Today I rushed to the studio to pick out the pictures. I had an hour to drive over, choose the pictures and drive home.

Oh. Hello, disjointed post! Did you know I’m working now? Twenty-two hours a week, until next week when I work 29 hours a week. In January, I’ll be up to forty hours a week. Yes, a full-time employee with (gasp!) benefits. And I work at home. How lucky am I? I know. Very, very.

But I’ve done no Christmas shopping. I think we might have to celebrate Christmas on Valentine’s Day. I’m just too busy. Friday morning at 6:30 a.m., I’ll be driving with my mother and my 101 and a HALF year old grandmother to Oregon to attend my aunt’s funeral. (My poor aunt was very ill for a long time.) Three hours there and back.

Disjointed!

So, the family pictures will be done in three weeks. How long until Christmas? My neighbor said the other day, “Oh look! Christmas is one month from today!” and I said, “TAKE THAT BACK!” Because, really. I’m not ready or even close to ready. I told the kids we’d decorate Friday, but now I’ll be in the back seat of my mother’s sedan for six hours on Friday, reliving what it was like to go on long car trips as a child.

One word, no, two words: Carsick sister. (My parents just gave her a coffee can to throw up in so we didn’t have to stop. And we were too poor for hotels, so my parents took turns driving day and night across the country . . . to Wisconsin from Washington state. Oh, yes. Fun.)

We had pizza for dinner tonight and it was rather ghastly, but only cost $5 a pizza. A bargain, right? Especially when you’re feeding teenagers who have hollow legs (as my dad used to say). Speaking of my dad, how can it be that he died three weeks after he turned 47 and my husband will turn 47 next summer? That is one weird time warp.

Incidentally, you should know that I don’t dance. At all. Ever. Dancing was a sin in the eyes of my childhood church. Some of the kids I went to church with even received permission to miss the square dancing unit in P.E., lest their souls be cursed, I guess. I personally square-danced, even though I was loathe to touch the sweaty hands of the junior high boys. So, I guess I did dance. But I don’t dance anymore because I have no innate rhythm.

But I can type really, really, really fast.

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I’m alive! And here’s a blog post to prove it!

7 thoughts on “I’m alive! And here’s a blog post to prove it!

  1. I can type really, really, really fast, too. For which I’m very thankful. Otherwise, I’d NEVER find time to blog or visit or do more than pay bills online. Sigh. And I haven’t even begun anything Christmas-y yet either, Mel, so don’t feel bad. Since my daughter’s been volunteering to do my grocery shopping I hardly feel the need to go anywhere. Last year I did a lot of shopping for the holidays online and it was great. I’ll probably end up doing the same this year if I ever get motivated. Now, THERE is the big word…”if”. HA! I think I could easily be a hermit. Oh…and I tried what you do on a regular basis…seeing a movie alone. It was great!! Why on earth do people need companions to see a movie?!

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  2. You are so funny. What happens in December that makes it so crazy that even our thoughts wander, curve, and get a little bit like the rest of our lives?

    Hope you get your photos in time to send them out.

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  3. I dunno, Mel. I think your disjointed thoughts are how my mind seems to work all the time lately. I’m hoping that once I get through these mid-life hormones my mind will settle down once again :::sigh:::

    IOW, I could follow your train of thought perfectly…hehe!

    Blessings,
    Tammy ~@~

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  4. From Washington state to Wisconsin in one long drive…wow. My family would do Wisconsin to Ohio to visit cousins; I’ll always remember getting up early, dry cereal for breakfast in the backseat of the station wagon, and napping across Indiana.

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