Showing posts with label Ponder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ponder. Show all posts

Monday, June 21, 2010

Her name was Timber Lynn.  Timber, because my sister wanted something odd.  Lynn...for me.

She was one of the two that my sister lost to the state and then adopted out many years ago...and I think about her often.  I can only hope that one day both her and her brother will find me.  I want them to know that they were (and are) always loved.

I don't have many pics of her because she was a baby when I got married and moved away.  The pics from my first wedding were lost...long story.

So here she is...such a sweetheart.

Wherever you are, Timber Lynn...I love you and miss you.



Thursday, June 10, 2010

Remember me

I just finished watching a movie called Remember Me.  It was dark, arty, and not too bad, actually.  But the end really had me going.  The very end.  When you realize what the whole movie has been building up toward.  That "oh shit" moment, when you realize exactly what is going to happen.

I'm still sitting here pondering the movie.  Still wondering why, how, when, what....

Watch it.  Don't give up on it if it seems too dark or slow.  Trust me on this.  Netflix has it.  Or you can, like me, download it.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

I just finished watching this movie and found it amazing.  Of course it didn't make ME cry because no animals were dying or sick in it.  But I can see how many others would...including my husband.  Haha.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections - sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent - that happened after I was gone.  And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.  The events my death brought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future.  The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life.  -Susie Salmon, The Lovely Bones


Sunday, May 9, 2010

It is a truth universally acknowledged that when one part of your life starts going okay, another falls spectacularly to pieces.  — Bridget Jones’s Diary


Sunday, April 25, 2010

Sometimes



Thursday, April 22, 2010

Last summer I was very trepidatious about returning back to school after so long.  And changing directions from anything and everything that I've ever done before that.  Would I be the youngest one in class?  Would I hate learning as much as I did when I was young?  Would I get lousy grades?  How would I adjust to being back in the saddle, so to speak?

I had a lot of questions....and it wasn't until Kurt almost kicked my physically out the proverbial door that I took the step.  Last year for his birthday we spent the day on TMCC campus, and for once I felt the faint stirrings of excitement.  Excitement that I'd finally be able to do what I love...eventually.  Excitement from taking one more step in the right direction from my life.  I was still working in Utah then...and I knew that the time was upon me to give notice and move back home with my husband.  We all needed to be a family again.

And so, after enrolling and being accepted, signing up for a loan, signing up for classes...I was on track.  But there was still the idea of the first day back to school.  Yikes!  It'd been so long!  Kurt had told me that when he went back to school he was so afraid that he missed the entire first week of classes!  I was not going to be like my sweet husband.  Hahaha.  I straightened my spine and took that step in the fall...and I've not regretted a single moment of it.

Fall semester began with me taking classes in Political Science (yes, me), History of Rock Music (very fun class thanks to Dan Robbins), and a college prep class.  In the latter I learned many techniques for studying, getting involved, working with others, etc.  Needless to say I finished up that semester with a 3.9 GPA.  I was so proud and was looking forward to starting the Spring semester where I'd be taking math, English (taught by a wonderful woman that I want to emulate in so many ways, Patty Cullinan), and Diversity (again a great instructor that I wish wasn't leaving but he is so he can devote his time to finishing his doctorate, Christopher Koch).  Again, I've surprised myself with how much fun I've been having.  I won't kid you...the work load was a lot heavier than my first semester back...but I've been able to tackle everything, so far, with good grades.  I was scared about math...no need for me to have been.  It's been so much fun to learn...and I'm actually grasping concepts that I'd never learned before.  Yay me!

But the best thing about starting back to school?  The one thing that I've loved more than the learning new things?  Meeting new people.  Making new friends.  I've made some good friends this last year in school.  I hope that the friendships are able to move with me as I go through the rest of my life.  Brenda and Kelly from my EPY class.  Angela, Debbie, Jeff from English.  Dan, my rock music instructor.  Studying with these people, talking with them, learning from them, and definitely laughing with them has enriched my life beyond measure and I thank them all for making such a difference...even if they had no idea.

And so here we are...wrapping up the Spring semester.  Only a few weeks left, if that.  Final pages of course syllabuses.  Lots of papers being written, tests being taken....it's making me a little melancholy.  Will I stay in touch with my new friends?  Or will the friendships fall to the wayside as so many other college relationships do.  I sure hope not...because, to me, they are more than just friends.  They're a part of my life.  And as I've said many times before...I love my life!



Thursday, March 18, 2010

I've been watching a show on Hulu called Amazing Adventures of a Nobody-Europe where a guy has to make his way from Paris to Moscow using only 5 Euros per day.  That isn't much!  He relies on the kindness of people to give him places to sleep, food to eat, rides, train tickets, etc.  He doesn't have a lot of luck but when he finds the random kind stranger that helps him out it is touching.  And amazing.  Sometimes it brings a little tear to my eye at the kindness that people can show towards strangers.

Wouldn't it be something if the world were more kind to each other?

Monday, January 25, 2010

So I was thinking the other day about how lucky I am to actually have a "home" to return to.  So many people, my husband included, moved around so much during their childhood that they don't have a particular place that they call home...I'm lucky in that respect.

When I talk about "home" in any fashion...going, back, yada yada...I immediately have one place in mind.  The house where I grew up.  Well, technically I was two years old when we moved there but it's close enough!  My mom and step-dad still live there.  When I was living there for a year and a half not long ago my mom came very close to selling it to purchase a house that would be easier for her/them to navigate as they grew older.  But they realized that it would be cheaper to just upgrade the house now as opposed to sell it as a loss and buy something else with a whole new mortgage.  And so...while it's had numerous face lifts since I was last there it is the same house, the same neighborhood where I grew up.  The same front and back yards.  I love to lay in the grass in the backyard and close my eyes and remember how it was when I was younger.  I let my mind wander to the numerous pets that are buried under the bushes and back to all of the birthday party scavenger hunts we had.  The easter eggs we found.  The mud pies we made before the grass was ever laid.  The tents, the picnics, the summer fun and the winter snow forts.  So many memories in one small 1/4 acre of land.

I remember the long summers as a kid playing kick the can in the cul-de-sac up the street with all the neighborhood kids until we couldn't see through the black night anymore.  I remember playing in the irrigation ditches and orchards across the street and picking wild asparagus.  I remember the cows and horses.  I remember so much.  And I feel so bad for those who don't have the same kinds of memories that I do.  Who can't join facebook and find all the people that they grew up with.  Because, really, some of those memories of mine that revolve around home...are the best ones in my life.  And I'm so glad to have them...so glad to have somewhere to retreat to in my mind when I need to think of a happy place.

I'm so glad that I can always go home...and know where home is.


Saturday, January 16, 2010



When I was a child

All my days were filled with endless wonder

When I was a child

I would lie on the dew-covered grass and search the vast evening skies for falling stars

When I was a child

My friends and I would venture deep into the woods and tell tales of the grim reaper

who with sickle in hand icily searched for his next victim

we weren’t afraid, he came only for the old, not us

When I was a child

I would look to my mother’s arms for warmth and my father’s eyes for approval

When I was a child

I wondered when will I be grown
Now I’m an adult

and I wonder can I ever be a child again
(Thanks to my niece, Ashleigh, for allowing me to use a photo of her!)

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I'm happy

Ya know...last night I was laying next to my husband in bed...he was
sound asleep...and I thought to myself..."I'm happy."  We're poor...but
money isn't everything.  We've been in better places monetarily in our
marriage but my little family is healthy and not starving.  We have a
roof over our heads.  And we have each other.  I am happy.

Lately I've been so up and down in my emotions and moods that often I don't know how I'm going to be feeling from one day to the next.  I'm glad that I'm taking antidepressants because I'm not sure how much worse off I'd be if I weren't.  And I've often told myself..."maybe life would just be easier if I weren't alive in it."  But last night I realized that I'm ok.  I'm going to be ok.  I'm going back to school and making a better life for myself.  I'm still searching for work (the vet position didn't work out) and we're poor as poor can be.  But as I held onto Kurt's hand last night in the dark I realized that I don't want to die.  I don't want my husband's heart to break like that.  I don't want my family's hearts to break.  And most of all...I want to see how my life turns out!

Friday, September 25, 2009

Remember back in the 70's when your mom would send you out to play with your friends on  Saturday all day and never see you until it got dark?  And even then you'd call home and beg to stay overnight at a friend's place?  Remember when there were no cell phones and instead when our mom's wanted us home for dinner she'd stand outside and call our name?  Remember when the norm was to play kick the can until dark with the neighborhood kids and everyone was friends and nobody judged anybody else?  Remember when there was no AIDS or worry about stranger danger?  Remember when phones had rotary dials and you had to wait for it to finish rotating back before dialing the next number?  Remember when our parents rarely visited our kindergarten class, if ever?  Remember when we began school each day with the pledge of allegiance?

Where are those days?  What happened?  WHY did what happened happen?  Did humans just evolve into evil?  Do we want to see others hurt that much?

How sad that our children today will never experience that which we did as children at their age.  How sad that kids today have to beware and alert for danger around every corner.  How sad that childhood innocence doesn't last nearly as long as it should.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

So I first posed the idea of mac salad to my husband a few weeks ago when we were buying groceries.  I told him I needed tuna to put in it...and frozen peas.  And onions.  And miracle whip.  Now...he was less than impressed with the tuna idea..."who puts tuna in mac salad?" he asked.

I DO!!!

And I do because MY mommy did.  I don't know where she got it from cuz she didn't have a mother...but she did have a grandmother...but not sure if it came from that direction or not.  Needless to say...I want to pass down this yummy tradition to my children so they can do the same with theirs.

And all of this leads to the passing down of things...be it recipes, jewelry, traditions...isn't it amazing how families do this?  And how comfortable it feels to have creature items around when you're feeling melancholy and blue?  My mom has given me jewelry that belonged to her grandmother and mother...I want to pass these on someday, too.  I want that opportunity.  I want to tell my children about the items...the recipes...and let them know where it started...who wore them...I hope I get that chance.

So why do we pass down traditions?  How does something silly and simple become a tradition?  When we first do it do we say "this is going to be a tradition?"  Rarely.  It just becomes one.  Because it IS silly...because it IS simple.  Because whatever IT is...it feels good to us.  Thank goodness for traditions...thank goodness for heirlooms. 

And thank goodness for Mac Salad!!!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Recently I revisited a rather unpleasant part of my past that. Let me explain...

I can honestly say that I've healed from the experience.  I've dealt with my past and I've overcome it.  I can look back at it from an impassive standpoint as though I'm doing nothing more than reading a bad novel.  I feel a bit of sadness and some sympathy.  But I can "see" the facts for what they are and have moved on. 

Sadly I cannot say the same about the other party.  There is so much bitterness and hatred on their end.  And I've learned through another party that slanderous lies have been told.  The years, while healing to me, have worked opposite for them.  In fact, over time, the lies have snowballed into something quite disastrous.  It is unhealthy for someone to carry that much hate in their soul. 

Why don't people let go and move on?  It's been ten long years.  Isn't it time?

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Oh now feel it comin' back again
like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it.

I think I am starting to understand the true meaning behind those lyrics.  Bad luck?  Fate?  Life in general.  It is messed up.  No really, it is.  I have my good days and my bad days.  My good and bad years.  And the relentless, never-ending life of bad luck and always being THAT girl...in THAT situation.

Yes...I'm THAT girl in THIS situation.  I'm FAT.  That does not define me....unless I allow it.  And I allow it often.  I'm a happy person, overall.  But when I'm picked over for someone smaller, thinner and prettier than me...I can be a real bitch.  And annoyed.  And frustrated.  Sad.  There are all these emotions rolling around in me.  They go away for a while...but then they come back...rolling in like thunder chasing the wind.  It's life.  It's the way of it.  Can I ever get away from it?  Will I ever have all of my dreams fulfilled?  And more importantly when I die...can I say it was not in vain?  That falling in love with my husband...my best friend...my soul mate...was the greatest achievement of my life?  (He is!)  I don't want to die without impacting someone...without leaving a legacy of some kind behind.  I want people to say my name and think, wow, she was so cool.

I'm rambling.  I don't have a whole lot of clear things to write right now so you get my rambling, ramblingy, ramblings.  Aren't you guys so lucky?? 

I wonder if anyone actually reads my blog entries (other than my biggest fan-my husband).

Speak up if you read my blog!  Leave a comment.  I'll love ya for it!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

I was talking with some co-workers a while back and I brought up the subject of wondering what life would be life had money or a money system never been invented.  If life existed with everyone helping everyone else with no intent to gain because there would never be envy.

If people never started "trading" way back thousands of years ago.  If people didn't need money now.  There would be no recessions, no mortgages, no keeping up with the joneses.  Life would be so much more simple and pleasant.  Life would be different.

Think about it...how would it be?

Comment...talk amongst yourselves...I'd love feedback!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Moving on

When one door closes another one opens.  Or so the saying goes.

I said goodbye to the past year and a half of my life yesterday morning and headed back home.  I look back and see how much my life has changed in just that small amount of time.  How much that I'VE changed.  It's scary that I was so different to begin with.

When I got to my hometown where my folks live I was beaten down and almost hopelessly lost as a cause.  I had so much going on against me that I didn't know if I'd ever make it up.  And, I admit, there were times when I was suicidal.  I'm not ashamed of the fact...it just reminds me of how much I've changed since then.  When I think about whether I'd have changed any of it...part of me wishes that I could take back the last 5 years and do them over.  But then again...I don't.  I like who I've become.  I like what I plan to become.  I love my family and my critters.

I know I'm not who I thought I'd be 25 years ago...but I'm so much more.  And I'm so grateful for that.

As I watched in the mirror my folks waving goodbye I realized that it was time.  This chapter is over.  I'm ready to start the next one.  And when I wiped the tear from the corner of my eye...I knew I was making the right decision.  And I'm so grateful for my husband who never gave up on me...and always knew the woman I have always been.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

So tomorrow night I will be embarking on my first Amtrak adventure to Reno.  I'm writing this now because I have no idea how much time I will have tomorrow afternoon after work to worry about entering another blog.  That's not to say that I may not create an entry from there...but I'm not planning on taking my laptop along so that's that.

I miss my husband, my pets...(even though I'll be leaving Peaches behind and missing her terribly).  I'll be having a lot of fun just being with my husband and celebrating our 8th anniversary (as of today!)

So here I sit...pondering over just how to pack the big ass suitcase full of stuff that I don't use here so that I can get it back to Reno.  Moving back one big suitcase at a time!

Oh...I can't forget my drugs.  God help me if I forget my anti-depressants and blood pressure meds.  I think I'd worry myself to death!  Haha!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Old memories

There is a "fruit stand" up the street from where I live that has been there since before I can remember.  It's probably 6 or so blocks up...on the corner of two main streets.  It's more than just a stand...more like a small cement building.  It closes in the winter and opens in the warm months when the surrounding orchards are fruitful again.  It's always been there...always been a fundamental part of my growing up.  As children my friends and I would ride our bikes up the street, me with my flower basket and tassels hanging out of my handlebars...my friends, all with similar looking bikes...we'd pump our way up the street with our pockets full of change and purchase what then really WAS penny candy.  I still can't taste a swedish fish without remembering the good old days.  We'd buy our penny candies and then load up our baskets and head back home.  It was a short bike ride...but it was made several times a week during the summers.

It's funny how little things like that stay with you.  I don't have one particular memory that stands out...but I remember the days of riding up to purchase our penny candies and then biking back.  The couple who owned it back then were older...at least I considered them old by my young standards, and I'm they've probably passed away by now...but the fruit stand remains in the same family.  I haven't been in there in many years...I wonder if it's still the same inside.  Or if, as with everything else these days, it's been modernized...perhaps I will drive up there in the next few days and check for myself...and see if it still holds the memories within it's walls...of children laughing and ordering candy.  I wonder if other children are creating the same memories.  I never see bicycles parked outside anymore....so I'm banking on not.  Too many people worry about abductions, etc. to allow their kids to bike off to two main streets alone to buy open candy from strangers.

It's too bad it's changed...those are great memories.  Very great indeed.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

...makes you want to be dead!  Or at least close to it!

Have you ever wondered why you have the self assurance that you do?  I mean...really, truly wondered?  I've discovered that everyone, to one degree or another, is a product of what others tell them that they are.

Would I believe I was the most amazing about beautiful person on Earth had I grown up being told that?  Possibly.  But would I believe it?  Now I'm rambling...and I'm not even drinking!  Nor have I taken sleeping pills yet!

While I was laying down and drifting off in my nap time yesterday I had two ideas to write about for the blog.  I wrote about one...and the other has escaped me.  As much as I've tried to remember...it's gone.  I knew I should have jotted it down on my iPhone...but I honestly didn't think I'd forget.  Serves me right for assuming that one!