I had so much fun with my whining yesterday. A little silliness goes a long way for me.
Here are a few Thursday Thankful Thoughts:
(These are bittersweet notes of gratitude today)
It has been 7 years this week since my precious grandmother, Neenie, died. I am so thankful for her and for the love and relationship that we shared. I am thankful for a heart that is full of memories of her and lessons she taught me. I'm thankful for her influence in my life, both while she was among us and now that she is gone. I am thankful for the relationship she had with my children, that they knew her personally and that they loved her very much. For the many things that she was to me, and to all who knew her, I am very grateful.
It has been 5 years ago this month that a dear friend and co-worker died. Elise Moss was one of the most extraordinary women I have ever known and I count it as a great privilege to have worked with and for her. I held her hand and sang to her as she was dying after a valiant fight against an awful cancer. I learned from her that you don't have to be defined by an illness or a situation. For that lesson and for the time we had together as friends and co-workers, I am very grateful.
I work in a large church as the Clergy Administrator (fancy name for Pastor's Secretary). In our office, we minister to a great many people. We have the joy of guiding people and helping them during the most significant moments of their lives. They come to us when they want to marry, when their babies are baptized, to confirm their children and to mourn and bury their dead. Lately, we have had the opportunity to help a family in great need of the love of Christ as well the love and support of their church and the community at large. I am in awe at the way the Pastor (lovingly referred to as Rev. Boss) is able to offer comfort to this family in their need. I am grateful that I can send out a prayer request and know that there are people who will stop what they are doing and pray for a situation without having to know the details. I am very thankful that there are days when my work is meaningful and makes a difference...a real difference...in the lives of those around me.
How about you? What are you thankful for this Thursday?
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday Whinings-April 21, 2010
So, I thought about it this week and thought it might be fun to just let it all go and whine on Wednesdays. Remember The Whiners on Saturday Night Live? Doug and Wendy Whiner. They used to crack me up.
Let me start out by saying that I'm laughing at myself here. I abhor whining, so when I catch myself doing it, I usually scrunch up my nose and use the whiniest voice I can come up with. Whining is most effective, I think, when done dramatically.
So, here goes...My first edition of Wednesday Whinings:
(insert whiny voice)
1. I waaaaaaaaaaanted a logo or button or something for my Wednesday Whiiiiiining. I'm not savy enough to be able to do it and I thought someboooooody would make one for me.
2. I'm having a flare up of arthritis in one joint of my ring finger on my right hand. It really huuuuuuuurts. It huuuuuuurts when I tyyyyyype. I'm serious. Its so annoying. I wish it would go away.
3. I'm sooooooo sick of sneeeeeezing. Ah-ah-choo! The warmer weather is nice but is it eeeeeeeeever going to rain and get rid of this pollen? My eyes are watery and I loooooook awful.
so....what are you whiiiiiining about this week?
There might be a prize for the best whine!
~Mollianne
Let me start out by saying that I'm laughing at myself here. I abhor whining, so when I catch myself doing it, I usually scrunch up my nose and use the whiniest voice I can come up with. Whining is most effective, I think, when done dramatically.
So, here goes...My first edition of Wednesday Whinings:
(insert whiny voice)
1. I waaaaaaaaaaanted a logo or button or something for my Wednesday Whiiiiiining. I'm not savy enough to be able to do it and I thought someboooooody would make one for me.
2. I'm having a flare up of arthritis in one joint of my ring finger on my right hand. It really huuuuuuuurts. It huuuuuuurts when I tyyyyyype. I'm serious. Its so annoying. I wish it would go away.
3. I'm sooooooo sick of sneeeeeezing. Ah-ah-choo! The warmer weather is nice but is it eeeeeeeeever going to rain and get rid of this pollen? My eyes are watery and I loooooook awful.
so....what are you whiiiiiining about this week?
There might be a prize for the best whine!
~Mollianne
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Thursday's Thankful Thoughts
I am following the example of my dear grown-up niece, Teri Lynne (you can find her at Pleasing to You) and am going to post weekly, on Thursdays, several things for which I am grateful. While I intend to mostly list things that are current in my life, I won't exclude being thankful for past events and persons for which I am grateful.
Not too many years ago, I was in fairly tight circumstances and it seemed that wave after wave of disaster kept rolling over me. Some of the disaster was of my own making. Some was not. Didn't really matter. There were times when I felt so hopeless and helpless. Every single time, someone helped me out. Money from some very generous individuals, a Christmas Ham from a Sunday School Class, and a baby shower for my grandson before he was born with so many gifts that they filled the back seat of two cars, one trunk and the back end of a Jeep Cherokee. I made a commitment during that time to forever more live a life of gratitude and to always be thankful for my blessings. Even when they came due to disaster and as a result of poor choices.
With that in mind, here are my
Thursday's Thankful Thoughts :
1. April 15, Paying our taxes. I know, I know. It is the popular thing to complain about taxes! Tea parties and protests abound. I, for one, am grateful to be part of the 47% who earned enough in 2009 to pay taxes. Rocket Man and I are very blessed to have meaningful work that we enjoy (well, most of the time) and to be fairly compensated for that work. I am grateful that we are making our own way, pulling our own weight and that we are contributing members of society. We make every effort to give back, not only through the paying of taxes, but also through our church giving, charitable contributions and everyday acts of kindness and generosity. So yes. Today, I am thankful that we have paid our taxes. (and anxious for our refund)
2. Remission. After over 4 years of doctors, clinics, tests and merry-go-round, I was recently diagnosed with a rare neurological condition. The testing was not always pleasant and the diseases they ruled out were even less pleasant. Thankfully, my particular ailment is treatable and after a rigorous IV Steroid treatment 8 weeks ago, I am now in remission and symptom-free. That, my friends, is something about which we are most grateful. Cautiously so, as we have no idea how long before the symptoms will return. But thankful, oh! so! thankful, for the return of physical and cognative functions! Very, very thankful.
3. Spring. Spring is a mixed blessing. In the Heart of Dixie, spring has come with a vengance this year. In fact, the teperatures here have been as much as 15 degrees above normal, more like summer than spring. Its been just plain hot. But, as I'm being thankful (maybe I'll have to post Wednesday Whinings to complain about how hot I am) We won't EVEN talk about the pollen. That would be a Wednesday Whinings post, as well. I will say that the beauty of God's earth is glorious this year. What a joy after such a bitter winter to look out the window and see all the blooming trees, shrubs and flowers. A plethora of colors assault the eyes after months of gray and darkness. For those colors and the fragrances of spring, I am indeed thankful.
So, my friends...what are you thankful for on this lovely Thursday? I would like to know.
~Mollianne
Not too many years ago, I was in fairly tight circumstances and it seemed that wave after wave of disaster kept rolling over me. Some of the disaster was of my own making. Some was not. Didn't really matter. There were times when I felt so hopeless and helpless. Every single time, someone helped me out. Money from some very generous individuals, a Christmas Ham from a Sunday School Class, and a baby shower for my grandson before he was born with so many gifts that they filled the back seat of two cars, one trunk and the back end of a Jeep Cherokee. I made a commitment during that time to forever more live a life of gratitude and to always be thankful for my blessings. Even when they came due to disaster and as a result of poor choices.
With that in mind, here are my
Thursday's Thankful Thoughts :
1. April 15, Paying our taxes. I know, I know. It is the popular thing to complain about taxes! Tea parties and protests abound. I, for one, am grateful to be part of the 47% who earned enough in 2009 to pay taxes. Rocket Man and I are very blessed to have meaningful work that we enjoy (well, most of the time) and to be fairly compensated for that work. I am grateful that we are making our own way, pulling our own weight and that we are contributing members of society. We make every effort to give back, not only through the paying of taxes, but also through our church giving, charitable contributions and everyday acts of kindness and generosity. So yes. Today, I am thankful that we have paid our taxes. (and anxious for our refund)
2. Remission. After over 4 years of doctors, clinics, tests and merry-go-round, I was recently diagnosed with a rare neurological condition. The testing was not always pleasant and the diseases they ruled out were even less pleasant. Thankfully, my particular ailment is treatable and after a rigorous IV Steroid treatment 8 weeks ago, I am now in remission and symptom-free. That, my friends, is something about which we are most grateful. Cautiously so, as we have no idea how long before the symptoms will return. But thankful, oh! so! thankful, for the return of physical and cognative functions! Very, very thankful.
3. Spring. Spring is a mixed blessing. In the Heart of Dixie, spring has come with a vengance this year. In fact, the teperatures here have been as much as 15 degrees above normal, more like summer than spring. Its been just plain hot. But, as I'm being thankful (maybe I'll have to post Wednesday Whinings to complain about how hot I am) We won't EVEN talk about the pollen. That would be a Wednesday Whinings post, as well. I will say that the beauty of God's earth is glorious this year. What a joy after such a bitter winter to look out the window and see all the blooming trees, shrubs and flowers. A plethora of colors assault the eyes after months of gray and darkness. For those colors and the fragrances of spring, I am indeed thankful.
So, my friends...what are you thankful for on this lovely Thursday? I would like to know.
~Mollianne
Monday, March 1, 2010
Friends
I am so thankful for my friends. It seems that there are a myriad of you and I am awed and humbled by your care, concern and nurture of me. Truly. From the bottom of my heart.
Some of you are my work buds, and what would I do without you? A cheery word word when I need it. Popping in the door to my office to check on me and just shoot some breeze. Safe places to go, sit and hide for a few minutes to escape the Merry-Go-Round. You make work fun and you make what we do very real. On those dark days when we've lost people we hold dear and are working together to help families and friends grieve loss and celebrate life, I think that our friendship and bonds come together and we are a powerful presence of love and life and God's gracious goodness. It is one of my life's honors to work and sing and laugh and cry and pray and be a part of The Church House staff alongside of you!
Some of you are my church friends and family. How dear I hold you in my heart these days. The past few years have brought such a depth of care in our small circle. Your friendship, support and prayers have helped renew my spirit and kept me going at times. We've danced with Good Neighbors, helped families in economic need, worshiped, discussed theology, doctrine and practice. We hold hands, join forces and do what needs to be done, even when we disagree or have doubts about the right way to do that, exactly. What a blessing you are in my life!
Some of you are friends from my past, reconnected through facebook. It is such a joy to know of your comings and goings again. Seeing pictures of spouses, children and grandchildren I've never met. Knowing that everyone has had ups and downs and most of us have grown up to be reasonable folks. We can laugh, joke and share experience through status posts, pictures and silly facebook games. I like facebook, simply because not a day goes by that there isn't something posted that makes me smile. How great is that?
Some of you are email friends. Deep and serious debate, discussion, pondering, mentoring, sharing of concerns and humor. I am so thankful for a venue to keep in touch with people for whom I care deeply, but with whom time spent together is near impossible due to distance and life circumstances. Oh! how I love your emails!
Blynda, you are a category unto yourself. You and me. Love at first sight. Who needs those SAS when we have each other? Our mission trips are among the most valued experiences of my life. Can you count the tears and anger and laughter and husbands and disasters and joys and dreams and disappointments we have shared?(That didn't come out right. NO sharing of husbands...we've lived through husbands. That sounds better!) I think not. And we are smart girls who can count a lot of things! I know that I have in you someone who would viciously fight tigers for me, anytime-anywhere. And I for you. That, my friend is rare! Who knew that we could have lived in the same state for a mere 9 months and remain best friends for the rest of our lives? You define what it means to me to be and have a friend. I adore you. By the way...your mother owes me this month's installment of 'I'll pay you to be Blyn's friend!'
Some of you transcend several of those categories, and we see each other and are intergral parts of daily life and the richness that your presence in my everyday life brings is beyond compare. I am eternally thankful for your gift of time and tears and yuks and lunches and dinners and side-by-side, face-to-face friendship. You have each rescused me more times than I can count and you are part of what makes this journey so meaningful.
Some of you are the precious mix of friend and family. Something I believe to be very rare and that I hold very dear and close to my heart. I learn such amazing things from you. I know what unconditional love is because of you. I know that when push comes to shove, you will be there. No questions asked. And not out of obligation, but because of the genuine affection that transcends family bonds and makes us blood kin as well as friends.I feel your presence beside me, though distance may separate us, with every breath I take. I love you, but I also like you! I really like you!
Of course, no list of friends would be complete without my Rocket Man. He completes me. We have such a good deal. He is my friend, but not my girl friend. Thats good, too, because he would be a terrible girlfriend! Am I right? If you know him, you are nodding and saying, "Amen!" aren't you? {I know way too many women who want their husbands to be their girlfriends. I've seldom seen it work. That editorial comment was free of charge. Back to the Rocket Man.} He is the funniest human I have ever known and even in the darkest of circumstances...and life has thrown us more than a few of those...we laugh together. He's the person I'd rather do nothing at all with, or something I don't want to do than to be anywhere else on the planet without him. After 11 years, I keep wondering if that thing is going to cross my path that makes me want to be anywhere in the world besdies where he is. Hasn't happened so far. Ask anyone. If That Rocket Man is home, I am, too. If he is working weekends, I am there with him if it is humanly possible. Just no one I'd rather be with. What a lucky Mollianne I am! He has agreed to keep this deal going for the rest of our lives.
So, to all my friends...work buds, facebook and email, church family and friends, girlfriends and guyfriends, old friends and new friends, old/new friends, family who are also friends, my BFF Blynda and my Rocket Man...from the bottom of my heart I thank you for who and what you are and what you mean to me.
You know who you are!
Some of you are my work buds, and what would I do without you? A cheery word word when I need it. Popping in the door to my office to check on me and just shoot some breeze. Safe places to go, sit and hide for a few minutes to escape the Merry-Go-Round. You make work fun and you make what we do very real. On those dark days when we've lost people we hold dear and are working together to help families and friends grieve loss and celebrate life, I think that our friendship and bonds come together and we are a powerful presence of love and life and God's gracious goodness. It is one of my life's honors to work and sing and laugh and cry and pray and be a part of The Church House staff alongside of you!
Some of you are my church friends and family. How dear I hold you in my heart these days. The past few years have brought such a depth of care in our small circle. Your friendship, support and prayers have helped renew my spirit and kept me going at times. We've danced with Good Neighbors, helped families in economic need, worshiped, discussed theology, doctrine and practice. We hold hands, join forces and do what needs to be done, even when we disagree or have doubts about the right way to do that, exactly. What a blessing you are in my life!
Some of you are friends from my past, reconnected through facebook. It is such a joy to know of your comings and goings again. Seeing pictures of spouses, children and grandchildren I've never met. Knowing that everyone has had ups and downs and most of us have grown up to be reasonable folks. We can laugh, joke and share experience through status posts, pictures and silly facebook games. I like facebook, simply because not a day goes by that there isn't something posted that makes me smile. How great is that?
Some of you are email friends. Deep and serious debate, discussion, pondering, mentoring, sharing of concerns and humor. I am so thankful for a venue to keep in touch with people for whom I care deeply, but with whom time spent together is near impossible due to distance and life circumstances. Oh! how I love your emails!
Blynda, you are a category unto yourself. You and me. Love at first sight. Who needs those SAS when we have each other? Our mission trips are among the most valued experiences of my life. Can you count the tears and anger and laughter and husbands and disasters and joys and dreams and disappointments we have shared?(That didn't come out right. NO sharing of husbands...we've lived through husbands. That sounds better!) I think not. And we are smart girls who can count a lot of things! I know that I have in you someone who would viciously fight tigers for me, anytime-anywhere. And I for you. That, my friend is rare! Who knew that we could have lived in the same state for a mere 9 months and remain best friends for the rest of our lives? You define what it means to me to be and have a friend. I adore you. By the way...your mother owes me this month's installment of 'I'll pay you to be Blyn's friend!'
Some of you transcend several of those categories, and we see each other and are intergral parts of daily life and the richness that your presence in my everyday life brings is beyond compare. I am eternally thankful for your gift of time and tears and yuks and lunches and dinners and side-by-side, face-to-face friendship. You have each rescused me more times than I can count and you are part of what makes this journey so meaningful.
Some of you are the precious mix of friend and family. Something I believe to be very rare and that I hold very dear and close to my heart. I learn such amazing things from you. I know what unconditional love is because of you. I know that when push comes to shove, you will be there. No questions asked. And not out of obligation, but because of the genuine affection that transcends family bonds and makes us blood kin as well as friends.I feel your presence beside me, though distance may separate us, with every breath I take. I love you, but I also like you! I really like you!
Of course, no list of friends would be complete without my Rocket Man. He completes me. We have such a good deal. He is my friend, but not my girl friend. Thats good, too, because he would be a terrible girlfriend! Am I right? If you know him, you are nodding and saying, "Amen!" aren't you? {I know way too many women who want their husbands to be their girlfriends. I've seldom seen it work. That editorial comment was free of charge. Back to the Rocket Man.} He is the funniest human I have ever known and even in the darkest of circumstances...and life has thrown us more than a few of those...we laugh together. He's the person I'd rather do nothing at all with, or something I don't want to do than to be anywhere else on the planet without him. After 11 years, I keep wondering if that thing is going to cross my path that makes me want to be anywhere in the world besdies where he is. Hasn't happened so far. Ask anyone. If That Rocket Man is home, I am, too. If he is working weekends, I am there with him if it is humanly possible. Just no one I'd rather be with. What a lucky Mollianne I am! He has agreed to keep this deal going for the rest of our lives.
So, to all my friends...work buds, facebook and email, church family and friends, girlfriends and guyfriends, old friends and new friends, old/new friends, family who are also friends, my BFF Blynda and my Rocket Man...from the bottom of my heart I thank you for who and what you are and what you mean to me.
You know who you are!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Some Things Just Need to Be Kept Out Of Reach
So...I had mega-doses of IV steroid infusion this week. I got stuck several times. I have bruises to show for it. I have been up, down and all around. I've tried very hard to find as much humor in the situation as I possibly can.
I did NOT want to take this treatment. Honestly. I wanted to go to bed, pull the covers up and crawl out another day to find out that somebody else's blood work had gotten mixed up with mine. Doesn't that happen sometimes? Somewhere?
Out with the big girl panties yet again.
No Hello Kitty.
No Princess Barbie.
No Days of the Week.
Not Joe Boxer.
Sheesh! Not even Victoria's Secret.
Just the ordinary, grown-up, big girl panties that somehow transform the me who would just love to stomp my foot and say "NO! I'm not gonna!" just once...just once in my life and have it be so... into the me who pulls up the panties and does what needs to be done. I never once got anything by stomping my foot except a hurt toe. Might as well get on with it.
Guess what? It wasn't all that bad. Well, except for the being drugged, unable to sleep, using up a lot of sick leave, maybe acting a little crazy and perhaps taking one too many sleeping pills by mistake one evening.
The actual infusion process turned out to be sort of sweet. The first day was almost like a party...after we got me stuck and everyone got over the sticking of Mollianne. Mother, Daddy, Rocket Man and I sat in the room and laughed and cut up with the nurses. I mostly ignored that 1000 mg of steroids were dripping into my vein.
We got to go to lunch when it was over and I had a yummy-o sandwich at Jason's Deli with a spot of ice cream for dessert.
Tuesday was more of the same, only I didn't have to get stuck. I did have a bit of a time bathing with the IV thingy in, but a big black garbage bag and some stunning hot pink duct tape kept the thing dry and I was able to get clean as a whistle. Tuesday was a bit funnier, at least to me, due to the Category I Federally Controlled Substance I was given to help put me to sleep because I was so hyped up on steroids. It put me to sleep,but didn't keep me asleep. I remember singing a lot and thinking a whole lot of things were funny all night long. Basically, I had my own little party and cracked myself up all night. I was a bit groggy Tuesday morning.
By Tuesday night, I'm feeling no pain at all. None! I have turned into Sassy Barbie. I took charge of the Remote Control. This is something unheard of in MolliWorld. The Good Prince Rocket Man believes that the TV Remote Control is the seat of all power in the Universe and He protects me from Evil People who might try to harm me if I have such power in my control by making sure I never get to touch it. He is sooooo good to me.
When I thought I might be able to sleep, I went upstairs with my glass of water and took the Catergory I pill that was going to make me sleepy and take me to the Land of Winken, Blinken and Nod. At least, that is the way it was supposed to work.
Sometime in the night, things went terriblly wrong. The best we can deduce (after counting pills because I was totally wigged out-and I don't use that term very often) is this: at some point in the night, I took another pill.
Let's all say it together now...Poor, Poor Rocket Man.
I guess I sang, laughed, got up and down and if he hadn't been in need of sleep I might have been terribly amusing all night long.
All. Night. Long.
About 6:00 am, just when he thought he had me sort of asleep, he decided he was going to sneak into the bath, grab some coffee and leave me in the care of my parents and escape to his meeting! He started the bath water and ran downstairs to get something.
When he came back into the bathroom, there I was! Big as life and in his bath water. High as a kite and crying because I was certain that someone had come in the house and put water all over all the furniture. I cried about lots of things on Wednesday morning. I think he was thrilled to leave me with my Mother and sorry that he'd agreed to the 'No Deposit, No Return' policy where I was concerned. I cried because my hair dryer was broken, I might gain weight and I almost used the oriental carpet as a toilet by accident. I cried because I had promised him I would never be crazy and I was absolutely certain I WAS being crazy and I couldn't stop.
There was about a molecule of me that knew I was behaving irrationally. I called Rev. Boss in tears to let him know that I wasn't coming to work. I called 2 co-workers to get them to do things for me, sobbing that I couldn't get to work. I think I kept telling everyone that I was just 'too little.' I cried because my parents were seeing me act like a baby. It was a very P-p-p-iglet sort of morning for me.
By the time I stumbled into the infusion center, I had downed about a pot of coffee in an effort to sober up, stopped crying and was feeling somewhat euphoric, if not a bit sleepy. I confessed to all the lovely nurses that I thought I might have taken one too many pills. They were smiling. I think they could tell.
You will be pleased to know that The Catergory I Federally Controlled Sleeping Aid Medication is put away. I don't know where it is. If I need it, I have to ask for it.
Probably not a bad idea to have it hidden.
I've decided to harness the excess energy I feel and do some laundry, catch up on the dusting and who knows? Maybe I'll re-roof the house tonight after I go make cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow? Wait...Rocket Man was specific about no going up on the roof. Guess I'll just make the rolls.
Some things really do need to be put out of reach.
For very good reasons!
I did NOT want to take this treatment. Honestly. I wanted to go to bed, pull the covers up and crawl out another day to find out that somebody else's blood work had gotten mixed up with mine. Doesn't that happen sometimes? Somewhere?
Out with the big girl panties yet again.
No Hello Kitty.
No Princess Barbie.
No Days of the Week.
Not Joe Boxer.
Sheesh! Not even Victoria's Secret.
Just the ordinary, grown-up, big girl panties that somehow transform the me who would just love to stomp my foot and say "NO! I'm not gonna!" just once...just once in my life and have it be so... into the me who pulls up the panties and does what needs to be done. I never once got anything by stomping my foot except a hurt toe. Might as well get on with it.
Guess what? It wasn't all that bad. Well, except for the being drugged, unable to sleep, using up a lot of sick leave, maybe acting a little crazy and perhaps taking one too many sleeping pills by mistake one evening.
The actual infusion process turned out to be sort of sweet. The first day was almost like a party...after we got me stuck and everyone got over the sticking of Mollianne. Mother, Daddy, Rocket Man and I sat in the room and laughed and cut up with the nurses. I mostly ignored that 1000 mg of steroids were dripping into my vein.
We got to go to lunch when it was over and I had a yummy-o sandwich at Jason's Deli with a spot of ice cream for dessert.
Tuesday was more of the same, only I didn't have to get stuck. I did have a bit of a time bathing with the IV thingy in, but a big black garbage bag and some stunning hot pink duct tape kept the thing dry and I was able to get clean as a whistle. Tuesday was a bit funnier, at least to me, due to the Category I Federally Controlled Substance I was given to help put me to sleep because I was so hyped up on steroids. It put me to sleep,but didn't keep me asleep. I remember singing a lot and thinking a whole lot of things were funny all night long. Basically, I had my own little party and cracked myself up all night. I was a bit groggy Tuesday morning.
By Tuesday night, I'm feeling no pain at all. None! I have turned into Sassy Barbie. I took charge of the Remote Control. This is something unheard of in MolliWorld. The Good Prince Rocket Man believes that the TV Remote Control is the seat of all power in the Universe and He protects me from Evil People who might try to harm me if I have such power in my control by making sure I never get to touch it. He is sooooo good to me.
When I thought I might be able to sleep, I went upstairs with my glass of water and took the Catergory I pill that was going to make me sleepy and take me to the Land of Winken, Blinken and Nod. At least, that is the way it was supposed to work.
Sometime in the night, things went terriblly wrong. The best we can deduce (after counting pills because I was totally wigged out-and I don't use that term very often) is this: at some point in the night, I took another pill.
Let's all say it together now...Poor, Poor Rocket Man.
I guess I sang, laughed, got up and down and if he hadn't been in need of sleep I might have been terribly amusing all night long.
All. Night. Long.
About 6:00 am, just when he thought he had me sort of asleep, he decided he was going to sneak into the bath, grab some coffee and leave me in the care of my parents and escape to his meeting! He started the bath water and ran downstairs to get something.
When he came back into the bathroom, there I was! Big as life and in his bath water. High as a kite and crying because I was certain that someone had come in the house and put water all over all the furniture. I cried about lots of things on Wednesday morning. I think he was thrilled to leave me with my Mother and sorry that he'd agreed to the 'No Deposit, No Return' policy where I was concerned. I cried because my hair dryer was broken, I might gain weight and I almost used the oriental carpet as a toilet by accident. I cried because I had promised him I would never be crazy and I was absolutely certain I WAS being crazy and I couldn't stop.
There was about a molecule of me that knew I was behaving irrationally. I called Rev. Boss in tears to let him know that I wasn't coming to work. I called 2 co-workers to get them to do things for me, sobbing that I couldn't get to work. I think I kept telling everyone that I was just 'too little.' I cried because my parents were seeing me act like a baby. It was a very P-p-p-iglet sort of morning for me.
By the time I stumbled into the infusion center, I had downed about a pot of coffee in an effort to sober up, stopped crying and was feeling somewhat euphoric, if not a bit sleepy. I confessed to all the lovely nurses that I thought I might have taken one too many pills. They were smiling. I think they could tell.
You will be pleased to know that The Catergory I Federally Controlled Sleeping Aid Medication is put away. I don't know where it is. If I need it, I have to ask for it.
Probably not a bad idea to have it hidden.
I've decided to harness the excess energy I feel and do some laundry, catch up on the dusting and who knows? Maybe I'll re-roof the house tonight after I go make cinnamon rolls for breakfast tomorrow? Wait...Rocket Man was specific about no going up on the roof. Guess I'll just make the rolls.
Some things really do need to be put out of reach.
For very good reasons!
Monday, February 22, 2010
If You Live Long Enough...
...you might find some satisfaction in your circumstances.
You might hear one or more of your children say the Oh! So! Amazing! phrase:
“You know, Mom…you were absolutely right about ________.”
Even better:
“I should have listened to my Mother when she said I should __________.”
I have tried to hide my smiles when my grown-up daughter fusses about something her pre-adolescent child does that is driving her crazy. Wonder where I’ve heard those complaints before??
I always knew that what goes around would come around where children are concerned. I’ve watched my Mother laugh at me with my children and simply shake her head about stuff and nonsense.
What I was NOT prepared for was something that happened today.
I’m having IV Steroid Infusions this week for a condition that I am naming Molli’s Rare and Goofy Disease. If I told you the real name of it, you’d think I made it up. Besides, it bores me to tears at this point and I am quite over it. I’d like to make a Royal Decree in MolliWorld that we have a very nice dinner, exchange gifts and never speak of this again. (I know how far that would get me. I may be the Queen, but I know my place in the food chain).
Anyway, my precious parents are here this week. They visit me every year about this time, and were scheduled to arrive later this week but came late last week because of some weather concerns.
They accompanied me to the hospital this morning to get my first treatment. We are talking a mega-dose of steroids given via IV for 5 days. The lovely nurse, Mary, was putting the IV in and having a bit of a hard time. I noticed that My Sweet Daddy left the room. When she said, “I think this vein blew…yep, it’s blown!” My Dear Mother left the room.
I looked at Mary and said, “They could beat me half to death when I was a little kid but can’t seem to watch me get stuck now that I’m almost 53!! What’s up with that?”
Mary laughed. Of course, they didn’t REALLY beat me half to death, although I did get my share of whippings. Daddy would say, “I’m going to beat the tar out of you!” but I don’t think he ever really did. And what does that mean, anyway? I'm going to beat the tar out of you? What the heck is the 'tar?' How does it get beaten out of you? What if I someday need my tar and its all gone? These are the questions I pondered as a small child in the closet where I loved to sit and think about things.
Rocket Man showed up after the IV was in place and then Mother and Daddy came back in. I saw my chance to say what I’d wanted to say all those years ago and I figured I could get by with it today.
I smiled, batted my eyes, tried to look pitiful and said what I'd longed to say all those years ago, but had sense enough not to say. I said;
“That hurt me a lot worse than it hurt you!”
If you live long enough…..
You might hear one or more of your children say the Oh! So! Amazing! phrase:
“You know, Mom…you were absolutely right about ________.”
Even better:
“I should have listened to my Mother when she said I should __________.”
I have tried to hide my smiles when my grown-up daughter fusses about something her pre-adolescent child does that is driving her crazy. Wonder where I’ve heard those complaints before??
I always knew that what goes around would come around where children are concerned. I’ve watched my Mother laugh at me with my children and simply shake her head about stuff and nonsense.
What I was NOT prepared for was something that happened today.
I’m having IV Steroid Infusions this week for a condition that I am naming Molli’s Rare and Goofy Disease. If I told you the real name of it, you’d think I made it up. Besides, it bores me to tears at this point and I am quite over it. I’d like to make a Royal Decree in MolliWorld that we have a very nice dinner, exchange gifts and never speak of this again. (I know how far that would get me. I may be the Queen, but I know my place in the food chain).
Anyway, my precious parents are here this week. They visit me every year about this time, and were scheduled to arrive later this week but came late last week because of some weather concerns.
They accompanied me to the hospital this morning to get my first treatment. We are talking a mega-dose of steroids given via IV for 5 days. The lovely nurse, Mary, was putting the IV in and having a bit of a hard time. I noticed that My Sweet Daddy left the room. When she said, “I think this vein blew…yep, it’s blown!” My Dear Mother left the room.
I looked at Mary and said, “They could beat me half to death when I was a little kid but can’t seem to watch me get stuck now that I’m almost 53!! What’s up with that?”
Mary laughed. Of course, they didn’t REALLY beat me half to death, although I did get my share of whippings. Daddy would say, “I’m going to beat the tar out of you!” but I don’t think he ever really did. And what does that mean, anyway? I'm going to beat the tar out of you? What the heck is the 'tar?' How does it get beaten out of you? What if I someday need my tar and its all gone? These are the questions I pondered as a small child in the closet where I loved to sit and think about things.
Rocket Man showed up after the IV was in place and then Mother and Daddy came back in. I saw my chance to say what I’d wanted to say all those years ago and I figured I could get by with it today.
I smiled, batted my eyes, tried to look pitiful and said what I'd longed to say all those years ago, but had sense enough not to say. I said;
“That hurt me a lot worse than it hurt you!”
If you live long enough…..
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Home, at last...
…at least for awhile. I think.
Over the past 6 ½ months, I have made four trips to Florida, one overnight to Birmingham and most recently, a road trip to Galveston, Texas. Previous to the first Florida trip, I had slept in my very own bed, with my head on my very own pillow for over 16 months straight. Seems like it is either feast or famine for me where travel is concerned.
Here is what I think about being home to stay:
When my Rocket Man is at home, there is no place on God’s green earth I would rather be. Truly.
It isn’t that our home is ready for a Better Homes and Gardens shoot. It isn’t. In fact, it is a mess. Built in 1964, it is really in need of some TLC and a few major repairs. Inside and outside.
It is where my ‘stuff’ resides and I do think I have some pretty cool ‘stuff’.
Mostly, home is where Rocket Man and I go to escape from reality. And it is only truly home to me if he is there.
We have developed the ability ignore the things that need to be repaired. Honestly, I don’t necessarily even see them anymore. Unless someone is kind enough to point them out to me. So the dishwasher doesn’t work all that great. Guess what? I know how to wash dishes by hand. And that is just the sort of task that I secretly enjoy.
I even like the 1960s era spot of wallpaper that we have where we took down a cabinet. I’m used to it. Its comfortable to me. Fixing it would require a big decision that I’d have to live with for a long time. I almost want to put a frame around the vintage wallpaper and call it mid-century modern art!
I am just thankful that it looks like our lives are just about to return to normal…whatever that is. I can tell you that whatever it is, we will adjust and adapt gladly. Because it means that all of his clothes will either be in the chest of drawers in our bedroom or in the laundry basket in our bathroom. I'm putting the dreaded blue suitcase in the attic! It means that we will have our coffee together before work and come home in the evenings and be together.
Yep, I’m looking forward to that. I’m even wise enough at this point in my life to know that this return to normal is probably temporary. Always is. But for now, I’m just going to enjoy it.
Change continues to be the constant in our lives. When I listen closely with an open heart…I can hear the winds of change blowing in the distance.
I think that they may be blowing my way.
(and I think I might be getting a new dishwasher this weekend, too)
Over the past 6 ½ months, I have made four trips to Florida, one overnight to Birmingham and most recently, a road trip to Galveston, Texas. Previous to the first Florida trip, I had slept in my very own bed, with my head on my very own pillow for over 16 months straight. Seems like it is either feast or famine for me where travel is concerned.
Here is what I think about being home to stay:
When my Rocket Man is at home, there is no place on God’s green earth I would rather be. Truly.
It isn’t that our home is ready for a Better Homes and Gardens shoot. It isn’t. In fact, it is a mess. Built in 1964, it is really in need of some TLC and a few major repairs. Inside and outside.
It is where my ‘stuff’ resides and I do think I have some pretty cool ‘stuff’.
Mostly, home is where Rocket Man and I go to escape from reality. And it is only truly home to me if he is there.
We have developed the ability ignore the things that need to be repaired. Honestly, I don’t necessarily even see them anymore. Unless someone is kind enough to point them out to me. So the dishwasher doesn’t work all that great. Guess what? I know how to wash dishes by hand. And that is just the sort of task that I secretly enjoy.
I even like the 1960s era spot of wallpaper that we have where we took down a cabinet. I’m used to it. Its comfortable to me. Fixing it would require a big decision that I’d have to live with for a long time. I almost want to put a frame around the vintage wallpaper and call it mid-century modern art!
I am just thankful that it looks like our lives are just about to return to normal…whatever that is. I can tell you that whatever it is, we will adjust and adapt gladly. Because it means that all of his clothes will either be in the chest of drawers in our bedroom or in the laundry basket in our bathroom. I'm putting the dreaded blue suitcase in the attic! It means that we will have our coffee together before work and come home in the evenings and be together.
Yep, I’m looking forward to that. I’m even wise enough at this point in my life to know that this return to normal is probably temporary. Always is. But for now, I’m just going to enjoy it.
Change continues to be the constant in our lives. When I listen closely with an open heart…I can hear the winds of change blowing in the distance.
I think that they may be blowing my way.
(and I think I might be getting a new dishwasher this weekend, too)
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