Thursday, April 30, 2009

beat up and worn

That blue uniform; I’ve seen it before. I even noticed the boots. Those beat up, worn and rugged work boots that give you a very distinctive walk. But I never really paid attention.

You were walking through the store the other day, working and something came over me; I said hi.
It was short, sweet, quiet and to the point. You even said hi back but then I was gone.

You see, I’m not one for engaging in a random conversation. I’m awkwardly shy. There is an extrovert screaming to come out of this introvert body. It’s a constant battle.

Today, there you were: blue uniform, rugged boots and that walk.

Different time. Different place.

You tried to start a conversation.

I wanted it.
I felt it.

A simple “hello, how are you? It’s a nice day out”, casual conversation was what ensued.

I gave you simple, short answers in return and again; I was gone.

I’m so disconnected.



photo {kat burns}

where is my mind

School. I hate it. I don't know why I did it to begin with.
Oh yea, it was something along the lines of, "look Dad, I can do it, even if it is 10 years later!"

Jerks.

I've been doing this school thing since 2004. In bipolar years, that's an eternity!
Taking about 2 classes a semester with summers off, I've managed to really drag this thing out. Class times were not convenient, courses were not what I was interested in and I was not going to send Boy Child off to a sitter. The whole sitter thing was never an option, still isn't. Period.

This semester has been pure hell! I don't even know if hell is a good word to describe this.
I'm behind, I've slacked off and if I could get away with doing little to no work; well, I was the girl!

But... now I'm fucked. There is about 6 days left of this semester and here is what needs to be done:
Ethics: *watch 2 months worth of classes (2 1/2 hour classes-- about 6-8 classes)
*read and post educated discussions on the board to receive a decent grade
*final-- Tuesday at 10am (I've only been to 2 classes this semester, 1st class and the midterm)

History: *read Flanders (start to finish) write a report
*write my own final based on instructor's requirements (I almost puked when I read this)

So needless to say, I'm not doing so well. I'm stressed, I'm sick and my skin is purple! Thank you Mr. Golden Sun!

On a better note, the Professor of the 3rd course I was taking is giving me an extension and letting me complete the course over the summer.

Once this semester is over I am one class away from graduating. Ya know, I can get that piece of paper that says, congratulations-- you slaved away and now owe thousands and thousands of dollars! Get a job!!

The final course I need to graduate is not at a convenient time, go figure, but the Professor is willing to work with me so I can complete the class online, as long as I follow a few extra "rules".

The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter and brighter! Finally!

Time to snag that (associate) degree up, go back (again) with a bigger and better plan, walk away with a bachelor's degree and then its look the frig out!

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.




Tuesday, April 28, 2009

it was special

1 weekend.
2 friends.
10 years later.



Who says you can't go back?

I never realized just how much I missed her. I'm glad I had her back, even if it was only for a weekend. Never again will I let ten years pass.


I miss you.



Thursday, April 16, 2009

2,922 days

Dear Cole,

Today is your 8th birthday. Amazing eight.

I never put any thought into this day when I heard your daddy announce “We have a boy!” as the midwife was placing you into my arms.


The past 2,922 days have gone by unbelievably fast; so fast that I could never put it into words for you to understand. I can only hope that someday you will experience it for yourself but instead, please just slow down and truly enjoy what is around you.

In the short span of 8 years you have had a lot of changes, changes for the better and some that aren’t quite as nice, but you have done an excellent job adjusting. You shine above and beyond!

You lost tooth # 1, 2, 3 and 4 and couldn’t wait to see what would magically appear under your pillow when you opened your eyes the next morning, even if it took an extensive amount of drama to get those pesky little teeth to come out. Tooth #1 was the most exciting only because that Fairy person left you $10. I’d say the drama was worth it.


You’ve had your patience tested like a true fisherman’s should be. You saw those fish but they weren’t biting what you were offering. You tried and tried but you soon learned that sometimes it’s acceptable to sit back and just watch; they’ll be bigger next year.


School is hard and friends are complicated but you’re learning that you can talk to me and I’ll help you work your way through this struggle. You can barely make it through the walkway at school without telling me what happened during your day. Don’t ever stop; this is a key to survival. Trust me.


I admire you for your love of numbers. Yes, you’re counting of UPS trucks, particular colored cars, or anything for that matter may drive me a little crazy at times but you have a gift; do not disregard it.

From the moment I discovered that you were going to be part of our lives, I knew I would love you. I just never fathomed how big my heart would become and that it could possibly hold this much love for another human being; a human being that relies on me the most. A little boy who calls me mom, sometimes momma and on occasion you’ll shout out, “Maaah!”

It saddens me to think that someday soon you won’t crawl into bed with me in the morning for that last moment snuggle before our day starts. This has been something we have done since the day you were born. Your daddy would put you in bed with me before he left for work and we would look out the window as he pulled out of the driveway, then finish our snuggle and talk time. Even now, once you have woken from your peaceful slumber, you crawl into bed with me for some morning snuggle and talk time. I must say, this is the part of every day, these short ten minutes, which I will probably miss the most when you decide you are “too big”.


When you have had enough of whatever bizarre thing I am doing, you shake your head, roll your eyes and proclaim, “Mom, you’re nuts!” To which I just have to remind you that yes, that may be so, but at least I’m fun. You’ll appreciate that when you are “too big”.


You’re becoming so independent that it is scaring both you and me so you often ask for me to do something to bring you back, if I haven’t already beat you to it. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches always taste better when mom makes them anyways.

Your father and I may live in separate homes but we still love you the same. We loved you from the start and we will continue to do so. You are the perfect combination of us and we wouldn’t want it any other way. You have your daddy’s brown eyes with my green shimmer. Your eyes cannot be any more perfect than that.


You have an amazing sense of humor. You know when to show your sense of class and when to pull out that card that allows you to be full of spunk and sass! You have an amazing ability to be sensitive; not only to those around you but to yourself. Never lose that character trait; it truly is priceless.

You’re a true gentleman at heart. Remember our hike last summer on Acadia Mountain? You thought you saw a raccoon so you told me to stay back; you would go check it out. Your mission at that moment was to protect me, your mom.



Every day that passes I am more thankful than the day before that you are here with me, with us. I can’t even begin to remember what life was like when we didn’t have your smiles, your deep belly laughs and giggles to experience and share with every other person around us. Even on the days when I have to wipe away your tears and give you those hugs to reassure you that I’m here for you, this makes each and every day worth its weight in gold.




This year my wish for you is to shine and continue being the brightest star in my eye.


Love,
Momma

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

reason #309

why I dont need a man.


Headaches. Constant headaches.



Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Apartment Living Wednesday

I just turned 29.
There I said it.

There is something about odd numbers and birthdays that makes me feel old(er).
Pish Pahh. I know.
Maybe this all feels different because I'm a Mom but I've been one of these things since I was 21. Again, an odd number so I'm not quite sure if there really is a connection.

I'm scared of 30. I've been scared, damn near petrified since I was 27. What is it about that number that makes one quiver in fear? I have 360 days to enjoy every tiny bit of 29 for all it is worth and I plan on it. Bring it!

I have an amazing group of friends who helped me celebrate my 29th birthday with insane amounts of laughter; it was fabulous! Living several hours away from my family and our relationships considering, my friends are my family.

We drank, we ate, we laughed, and we created memories like no other!

And best of all... we did all this here, in my home.
I have lived, laughed, and loved with the greatest of those in my life; my son and my friends.

I am officially home now.


Friday, April 3, 2009

Happy Birthday

to me!






Thursday, April 2, 2009

Reason #867

...why I need a man.

After shopping he carries the bags to the car.

#868
Brings the bags into the house.

#869
Puts items from said bags away when you're not paying attention.

Why you ask?
Well because he is just that good.


Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Pick Me! Pick Me!!

This song is absolutely amazing! Watching the performance is incredible! All those instruments!
*swoon!*
I cannot wait to blast this on my iPod when I have the windows down in my car and irritate the people of the compound because dammit, it's my turn!

Bring on the sun!