friends

my best friend has been one of my best friends since I was in the 4th grade, moved to our new home, and she and her sisters came across the major highway to say “hello”. BF was the youngest of the three sisters and 2 years younger than I was, so I always considered her my baby sister, not really a friend … my friend was her older sister who was my age and we were in school together.

Over time, however, BF was by far my favorite soul, confidant and troublemaker. We drove to school together (even though her sisters were driving to the same school at the same time), and found we just loved to hang out together. After I met my future husband, she was the first to fall in love with him as much as I did: their first meeting, hubbie tackled her in a pick up football game - she won’t let him forget it!

Now that we have families of our own, although we live close to one another, there are times that we don’t get a chance to talk for a week or two at a time - AND THAT IS WHAT MAKES A BEST FRIEND … we never stress about why we haven’t been in touch, we just pick up where we left off!

is the blogging thing worth it?

I have never wanted to do something so badly, but struggled so hard to "find my way"! I want to blog - just for the sake of blogging, working on my design skills, enjoying the writing process ... and just to do it! But, I have started, stopped, started over, stopped again because I thought I was being silly, started again but wasn't sure of who I would someday want my audience to be, started again but couldn't for the life of me come up with anything to talk about ... and so on and so on.

So, once I get to the point where I am writing on a fairly regular basis, there is a whole new world of questions for me as a blogger - who do I tell about my blog, how guarded should I be about the kids, what time of the day is best for me to blog, should I move my laptop to the kitchen since I spend a lot more time there than the office (oh, that has nothing to do with blogging, just the complete time-sucking the internet serves in my life)...

Can you tell I spend WAY TOO MUCH TIME THINKING ABOUT SILLY THINGS?

teenagerhood is wasted on teenagers!

Growing up, all I wanted to do was GROW UP!!  I was so frustrated by all of the "kind hearted folks" who kept telling me to take my time, enjoy life, don't rush growing up, on and on and on.  Now that we have three kids, mortgage, bills we can't pay and tons of stuff we want to do but need to put off here I go:

"WHY OH WHY DID I WANT TO GROW UP?!?!"

What I would give for just two days of laying around reading a book, listening to music, drinking iced tea and wandering down to the beach to be bored for the afternoon.  The days I just spent waiting to be seen by whomever would be seeing me and me pretending I didn't notice.  The rainy afternoons when I would mope and complain that there was "nothing to do" and "man, I want to get out of here!!!"  Oh, I was such a spoiled little one (until I was 23 and married that is) and I had no idea just how wonderful life was - I really thought life couldn't be worse than being a teenager in a beach town!

LESSONS LEARNED! 

out of the mouths ...

Last night Daddy was reading the bedtime story to the littlest one.  He was chewing on something rubbery (Daddy thought it was a balloon) but in actuality it was one of those rubbery bracelets.  Instead of taking it away, Daddy told BeachDude that he had to stop chewing it because he could swallow it, choke and die.

BeachDude:  "That's ok, Dad, I want to go see Mom-mom anyway"

Daddy ~ "It doesn't work that way, BeachDude, when you go visit Mom-mom you won't be able to come back and visit all of us"

BeachDude:  "Ummmmmm, ok"

Daddy took the bracelet away!