Friday, December 31, 2010

Another 2011 Word~Badassery

Check this out chookooloonks

Her word for 2011: Badassery, which she defines as...
  • Someone who isn't afraid to wish good things for herself.  Someone who believes she's worthy of being happy.
  • Someone who isn't afraid to make goals, and then once those goals are made, isn't afraid of taking those first, tiny steps toward achieving those goals. 
  • Someone who realizes that taking care of himself isn't selfish or egotistical, but that sometimes you have to put the oxygen mask on first before you start helping others.
  • Someone who realizes that at his core, he's a good person.  And that given this, when he makes a mistake, maybe he should go easy on himself.
  • Someone who, when bad things happen (and make no mistake, they will happen), will not spend valuable time thinking about who did her wrong, or why the world is conspiring against her, but will instead spend that time working through it by taking care of herself, leaning on friends as necessary, asking for help when needed, and treating herself as she would a good friend going through a similar situation.  Someone who, when life knocks her down, does what she can to pick herself up, dust herself off, and try, try again. 
  • Someone who makes kindness to friends, people around him (like waiters and others in the service industry), and even strangers his primary focus; and who also takes care to surround himself and cultivate relationships with good friends who have equal focus.  Someone who is never afraid to speak his mind or his truth, but always does so with kindness.
  • And finally (and probably most predictably), someone who works hard at reframing the things that make him different, recognizing them as attributes that are sources of great beauty, and when used for good, maybe even superpowers.
I am SO going to be a badass this year...Look out 2011! 

Thursday, December 30, 2010

One Little Word

For little word.  One little word to be my light, to be my guide, to help me be all I can be (Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines...sorry!)
  • Grace
  • Light
  • Faith
  • Joy
  • Patience
  • Playfulness
  • Giving
  • Loving
None of those are working for me right now.  I need to find one this year that really is about me.  I feel myself slipping into..not depression really...but a state of ...I can't describe it.  I need to be the center of my own attention...for once...

This year's word for me must be FOCUS.  I need to focus on my health.  I need to focus on my schoolwork.  I need to focus on my work.  I need to focus on my home.  I need to focus on  my kids and their futures.  FOCUS is what I need. So~how do I..SQUIRREL!!!!!

What is your word for 2011?

Ali Edwards

Sunday, November 21, 2010


Under a Full Miami moon
I sit eyes closed
Listening to the waves make love to the sand
Thrusting and crashing and then
sweet whispered sigh of release
as the waves climax and
the sand welcomes the surrender of her spent lover

I move belly down
over the dune
transfixed on the secret ritual of the ocean and shore
I inch closer
hoping to be welcomed in
They tease me
touching gently in invitation
then pulling back laughing
knowing this eternal dance
is meant
just for two...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for

I have so much.  I extend the "Hold no grudges" rule to every one but myself.  And my grudges-I hold them right around my waist!

I need to forgive myself for the one regret I have.  This is my one regret.  I wanted to have the same name as my kids-it is the natural thing.  You get married, you have kids, everyone has the same name.  I-we-didn't do it that way and I am sorry and regretful and sad..still.

I have amazing kids-no regrets or anything to forgive there.  SO today-I let it go..gone..poof...history.
Moving on...

Monday, October 4, 2010

Day 02 → Something you love about yourself. that is a word I can really get behind! 

I love that I am not a grudge holder.  Yes, I get angry, like volcano spewing angry, but as soon as the lava dies down, I am over it.  Like Instantly.   All is forgiven~all is forgotten.  It drives my kids crazy, cause I can go seriously ape-shit, but then I am all like 'Who wants ice cream?".

It a crazy ride, but it all LOVE baby, all the time :)

Sunday, October 3, 2010

30 Days of Truth-Day 1

Something you hate about yourself
Wow...that is a real fun starter, right?  Let's see...I really dislike the word "hate".  I have lots I dislike-procrastinator, messy, forgetful, loud, mean sometimes, slacker,  opinionated~it could be a long list.  But hate..

I hate that for whatever reason, I continue to refuse to believe in  myself. I don't see smart, I don't see a successful person, I have a very hard time with compliments.  I focus on what I could have done, should have is just weird. I always stop just short of that thing I want to achieve.  I am the worst self-saboteur you will ever meet.

Maybe I need therapy???

30 Days of Truth

I am going to do this as a way to keep myself connected to this blog.  As I have so many things going on, I have let my writing languish and I feel it in my heart.  I need some prompts, so here goes...

Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

I will not be writing in consecutive days, just as the mood strikes.   See you soon :)

**I found this here and I think he said he got it here if you want to play along at home.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Dead Man's Float

Face Down
All loose limbs and little bubbles
Heartbeat in my ears
Complete relaxation

Face Up
Tighter harder to control
Sun in my eyes
Weightless and tense

Flip over
Limpid and boneless
Part of the surface
Longing for Oneness

Deep Breathe
Contact Broken
Dead Men can float
Live Women must swim...

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Dance

I need to dance

I can feel it in my blood
the bubbling
the urge

Not a swirly girly princess at the ball dance

I need a throwdown
the thumping beat
the pulsating light

Not a toe-tapping cowboy in the saloon dance

I need a free-for-all
the sweaty dance floor
the top of a table

Not a middle aged librarian at the oldies bar dance

I need some dirty dancing
the grind of my hips
the complete lack of inhibition

And a whole lotta tequila

Saturday, May 15, 2010



I sit in a Hospice room next to my father. Just like a million daughters before me. But I haven’t spoken to my dad in years. Haven’t seen him in about ten. I do not want to be here. I left my kids and my home and my work in Florida. But they told me he was asking for me. So I came. I speak to him, hold his hand, feed him his dinner, adjust the oxygen, tell him about my kids and life. He never really seems to take in that it is me. I could be anyone.
Yet…here I sit.


My father is a sweet man. He had A TERRIBLE CHILDHOOD. Crap I do not even want to think about-terrible. He had dreams that never came true and found a woman who loved him just like his mother-through manipulation, guilt and obsession. He chose her over us-not meaning to, but he just didn’t know how not to do that. He lost his not-nice father very young and his mother lost her mind and he never really knew how to be a dad. Explanation-not an excuse.
Yet…here I sit.


People who don’t matter are making my brothers and sister crazy. There is drama and tears and self serving insanity and all sorts of shit that really is not OK when someone is dying. Dying should be peaceful-especially when you know it is coming. Get your shit together people. Put aside your anger at the world. We can dissect the why he made those choices after he is dead. Save your “Your Dad has been trying to tell you something for 20 years-Listen to him.” What the hell? Who are you? He knew where I was…breathe…let it go….
Yet, here I sit.


Strangers have been taking care of him and my step-mother for years. That’s OK. I didn’t want to do it. I am not good with crazy bullshit. I distanced myself because of my grandmother first, then because of my stepmother, then I moved away and physically distanced myself from the crazy-I never wanted to distance myself from my Dad, but I made that choice. OK, so…A couple of these strangers have his health power of attorney, signed as daughter and son-in-law. Really? Did you move 5 times before you were 10? Did the bankruptcy people take all your stuff? Did your parents divorce because your mom was sick of the never enough dreams and reality was easier to deal with if his dreams went to live somewhere else? REALLY? Screw all of you...stop...let it doesn't matter...
Yet…here I sit.


All I want is for him to have peace. Peace and quiet he did not have in his life. I want the crazy folks to leave him alone. Quit making demands of him-take care of us, you need to, why can't you, why didn't you.... Just let him be. “Terminal Agitation”. He was going through all the motion of his regular work day. Making change, stocking his truck, even sneaking a snack. It was funny! People mistook it for fear or anger and it agitated THEM...he was just finishing up the business of living so he could take off at the end of the day. He would do it if we are here or not.
Yet…here I sit.


I sit next to him on a bright Ohio spring morning. I have my feet up reading a book and he is tranquil next to me. His truck is stocked, his customers taken care of. We are alone…quiet…serene. Just the two of us. He makes a sound like he is crying and I look over…


He has a tear falling down his cheek, eyes closed…


He exhales slowly…


He never inhales.




Monday, May 3, 2010

Freakin' computer

Pisses me right off! No post yesterday...Gonna pretend it didn't happen and move on to today's post :)

Saturday, May 1, 2010


I Cracked

After Pounded



I Cracked

Out Gushed



I Cracked

So Overwhelmed



I Breathed

I healed

Monday, April 26, 2010


I am popping popcorn (like every Friday am) when I hear screaming down the hall where the kids sit before school starts (it is early, maybe 7:30 am).
"They are fighting, They are fighting!"
"What is going on here?" {in my best principal in training voice}

"They were fighting and SHE (pointing a Kindergarten student) used the F WORD!"

"Both of you, with me-You {pointing at most reliable tattletale in the mix} come and tell me the story."
stay with me..this is where it gets good...
"OK, OK, OK, so, She (the k kid) was messing with the big kid's brother. The big kid ( a 2nd grader) says stop it and leave him alone. The little kid walked up, said "Oh yeah, well you are a FAT F@*& and then flicked the big kid in the forehead. The big kid slapped her."

OK...breath in...breath out...{remain in principal in training voice}

Yelled at the slapper (who really just pushed her on the arm), wrote up the flicker, popped popcorn.
The insult to injury was the forehead flick..I would have slapped her too!

Peanut Butter Crackers
5 (yes 5) flash drives
12 pens
a quarter

tears, deadlines...blah, blah

yes it is that small on purpose...

The Bloggess

She is some serious funny...if you like that sort of thing
(not safe for work...or really human eyes)

Blog Hoppin'

Thanks to June Cleaver Nirvana

Monday, April 19, 2010


I am bored-God forbid I clean or write or do home work!  SO....

4 shows I like to watch:
1. Big Bang Theory
3. How I Met Your Mother
4. Man v Food (it's like a train wreck-I have to watch!)

4 things I am passionate about:
1. My Kids
2. Reading
3. My family/friends
4. The Beach

4 phrases I say a lot:
2. Not so much
3. F#*&
4. So...

4 things I have learned, or am learning:
1. Smile and say Hi to everyone you can everyday
2. I do not need an A on everything (ok...this is a work in progress)
3. Holding on to a grudge is hard work
4. Sit Still and Breathe~Let God do His Work

4 places I would like to go:
1. Ireland
2. Australia
3. Grand Canyon
4. Any Beach, any time

4 things I did yesterday:
1. Dishes
2. Laundry
3. Homework
4. Yelled at kids

4 things I am looking forward to:
1. End of the school year
2. Lindy's Senior Year
3. 30th High School Reunion
4. Finishing my Master's Degree

4 things on my wish list:
1. My own Home
2. Money for the kid's college education
3. Happiness for my kids
4. Retire with my health and some $$

4 people I tag:
1. Lee
2. Renee
3.All of Facebook
4. ll of Blogger :)

Friday, April 2, 2010


It is Friday of Spring Break. 16 went away to play baseball in Orlando, 17 worked and stayed at her dad's...Old Man Dog (he is no longer Fat Dog, he is now Old Man-he sits on his favorite chair all day, farts and ignores us!) and I hung here. I went to the pool twice, ignored the crap I needed to do around the house and took naps. It was so unproductive-but so what I needed! Gaze upon the sight and be jealous!

Happy's Place
Sleazy Romance Novel and Strawberry Margarita poolside

BFF's place
Coastal Living and Crystal Light poolside

And since I cannot be happy unless I post a picture of my feet, here is today's awesomeness!

LibraryGirl's Awesome Feet

The Baby Bro and his fam are coming down, the kids are back in school, 16 has a tourney all week, 17 is studying for the SAT and I am headed back to work and grad school. Life goes on-faster and faster. I need to somehow slow the rotation of the planet so I can remember to savor these moments. I am grateful my kids are so awesome, that they will hug and kiss and call me and ask for my advice and tell me all about their lives. But the time is coming that I just will not be physically close enough to look in their eyes and talk to them. I won't be able to hug and kiss them and yell and scream and all the stuff Moms do. So as much as I really truly madly deeply enjoyed my alone time this week, I look forward to getting back to normal~my normal for the next 2 1/2 years, anyway.

Then~I need to find a way to finance my new sit-by-the-pool-and-read lifestyle-cause Momma can rock that!

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


I haven't posted since DECEMBER? How will I take over the world? How will I get freebies from companies? How will I ever be a real writer?? OMG! I am such...a...*Sob*...*sob**BLOG FAILURE!!!