Tuesday Night Mix Tape

Tonight is a TV free night. I don't need clutter or mindless chatter; I need comfort and blankets and big, fluffy pillows. I need to nurture myself with Walt Whitman and then Nora Roberts. I am a well rounded reader. It seems I have a touch of the latest stomach bug and was in misery the entire day. The cramping has stopped, and I was able to eat a small dinner of applesauce pancakes with an apple/cranberry topping. I thought all was good until I began to try and relax.

With my comfort food security level up several notches, I sat down and turned on my Itunes and hit my Genius Mix, where they mix up your songs for you. Well, this mix must be the depressing/ex boyfriend/ex husband blend. I had no idea that my music was this depressing. Not only that, but every sentimental song from old mix tapes/Cd's of significant others were thrown in for good measure. There is always something there to remind blared before Sarah began to sing about possession. Tori Amos prevailed with three songs reminding me that even though I wasn't perfect, I would still look it if I could play the piano like her, or at least sit and grind on the piano like her. I couldn't turn it off. I sat here in a stupor wondering what new boyfriend or insecurity would show up next when everything was redeemed with just a few catchy lines. I was no longer a single mom wondering where did it go wrong or where did it go right. I was eight again, on my back porch, with a UK blue eight track player and Blondie was telling me all about life, and it is still good.

Saturday at the Park

I didn't make it to my usual Six Word Saturday because Thing Two and I had a last minute adventure. My school's soccer team had two spare tickets to the LA Galaxy and Columbus Crew soccer game last night, and not only did they give them to me, but I don't have to pay for them now. One of my co-workers also gave me a ride and away we went into the gloomy rain.

Well, it was really gloomy because Beckham wasn't coming. Dang. I would have loved to see him play, shirtless of course. The man is just amazing, but I am partial to the Crew since they are the closest thing I have to a home team. I LOVE pro soccer, and I was just so happy to be there among the faithful. The energy of the crowd swept over us and carried us away with them. I swear this could seriously become an addiction, and if I lived closer, I would so have season tickets.

Thing One didn't want to go because it was the middle school's homecoming. Yes, she pried away for independence, but I think my little soccer player regretted not going, judging by her messages. Thing Two, well, he was just happy to have an adventure, and this was his first trip to Ohio. He is a positive person, and he was truly just happy to be there.

Reflections from Watching Grey's

Okay, it was sad to see George die, but I think it was even sadder to see Martha Plimpton playing a middle aged mom. It is just a reminder that The Goonies are now grown-up and so am I. Let's now raise a glass to our mortality. Here is to you, Martha:

Giggle, giggle

I was told this week that I have sex appeal. No real blog here, just a snicker and a snort. I would brag, but I cannot write anything that doesn't result in me shaking my head in wonder and giggling.

It Is Time for Six Word Saturday!!!

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Day filled with family and friends.




Soccer game for daughter, fall festival, and then we will wrap it up at a friend's house who is having a party for all ages. It is going to be a long day but in a good way. Tomorrow I will worry about cleaning and paperwork.

Today's Words of Wisdom

I read the term self-reverence today in a magazine, and I was really struck by it. It isn't funny how we seem to fail to take care of the person we should love the most. I am now planning to be more self-reverent. For years I have put myself down because I didn't think I was worthy of good things. I allowed myself to feel shame for things outside of my control. This is self-loathing, and it is much easier to practice. It is lazy. Self-reverence is going to take work. I have already changed my diet for better health. I am now making sure to incorporate more exercise into my day. I joined a book club. I am enlarging my social circles. I am allowing myself to just be goofy with my kids. I am realizing it isn't selfish to want to be pretty or pretty things. Self-reverence. Yes, it is now a practice I want to preach.

Makes Me Laugh

http://www.hulu.com/watch/95620/the-jay-leno-show-cheaters