Monday, March 12, 2007
Last week I wrote a nice little blog entry about my quiet week while my son went skiing. It wouldn't post. I wrote it TWICE but only the first few lines would post. I've never had that happen before. I gave up in frustration.
Sunday my Uncle Stanton died in a canoe accident. He and his son were canoeing on a pond near his home in Chicago. They capsized, falling into the freezing waters. My cousin was rescued.
I am in shock. I am heartbroken. I am horribly sad for my aunt who has now lost her two brothers in less than a year. I am horribly sad for his 4 children, his 6 grandchildren, and his one great-grandchild. It is little comfort that he was 92. His mother was 99 and his grandfather was 104 when they passed. Us Schuman's come from long-living stock.
And yes........I find comfort in knowing that he seemed to live as he wanted; canoeing every morning by himself and driving himself to Temple many times a week. My dad said he was on every "board" imaginable and sang in the choir at his Temple.
A few years ago I was talking to my cousin about his father and mine. I asked him, "How do we keep them safe?". He said, "we don't". They were stubborn old shits and we loved them for it.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Uncle Stanton turned 91 in January. He lives in Chicago where he and my father were born and raised. He worked as an attorney until he was 85! His wife, whom he had 4 kids with, passed away maybe 20 years ago, and he just married his longtime girlfriend in 2005. When my dad asked him "WHY?", he said........"it was the right thing to do".
Monday, February 12, 2007
3 days ago someone asked me, "Have you heard about The Secret?". I hadn't.
2 days ago someone else brought me 2 DVD's; "What the Bleep Do We Know?" and "The Secret".
Today I was catching up on my TiVo'd Oprah's from last week and guess who she had on?? The teachers of The Secret.
3 times in 3 days. OK. I guess I'm ready to hear about it.
When I watched the DVD, I thought.....DUH?? Of course your thoughts, feelings, and actions create your reality. Hellloooooo? Who doesn't know that? That's NOT a secret.
When I watched Oprah today, I heard it another way. It's that old phrase........the secret to life or the KEY to life. On some level we all know what that is........for ourselves. Living it and believing it in and changing our negative thoughts and behaviors is a whole 'nother thing.
to be continued.................
Saturday, January 27, 2007
My roommate/X-husband says: "He (my contractor/boyfriend) needs to leave some damn room in the trash cans for OUR trash??"
Me: "Ummm........sorry. I know it's annoying. It'll be over soon. I swear. And if not, I'll kill him first."
My roommate/X-husband: "Get in line."
My friend: "Ya know couples get divorced doing remodels?"
My roommate/X-husband: "That's why it's so great that we're already divorced and her boyfriend is the one we get to blame!!!"
Saturday, January 20, 2007
For anyone who talks back to their computer error messages:
And for anyone who's had a toddler:
And one of my favorite posts ever but perhaps only funny for us crazy scrapbookers:
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Today's my last day of being 41. That's cool. I like B-days in general. It's a great excuse to eat icecream cake, and say, "hey......I'm older and wiser". So far I've liked celebrating getting older. Not sure when that'll change. Maybe when I'm 70. That might be a little scary or I may have aches and pains to complain about. But lets face it, the 30's-60's seem like the prime of life. A time when you "know better" but anything is still possible. Who knows......maybe 70 willl be a great age too. It's certainly "better than the alternative".
I just finished reading Nora Ephron's book, I Feel Bad About My Neck. She talks about the aging and "the alternative". She's a funny lady and very entertaining but the book was way too short. I know she has more to say; she spent an entire chapter on how much she hates purses, for gawd's sake.
Speaking of books..........I also read, Dancing Naked at the Edge of Dawn, by Kris Radish recently. I will definitely read more by this author. She has that wonderful conversational type of story telling with pages of run-on sentences. The first 1/2 of book is a bit exhausting with the character in a manic state; the sheer terror and excitement that happens when EVERYTHING in your life is changing. Took me right back to the early days of divorce. After an amazing journey of self-discovery, she has a REVERSE BRIDAL SHOWER, where her women friends give her gifts to symbolize her movement into this next phase of her life. A lovely ritual really.
I spent today partly working at my desk, partly watching exciting (I can't believe I'm using that word here) football games. Seahawks almost did it. Chargers almost did it. Patriots proved that "you can't touch that" Brady guy.
And then of course I had to make that trip to Home Depot; where I was seen crawling around on the concrete floor, opening boxes of tile, AND giving football updates to the Home Depot workers and customers, via cell phone with the munchkin. It was an interesting game for him 'cause the Patriots were his favorite before we saw the Chargers last month.
Tomorrow I'll probably be at Boomers, playing a little mini-golf and driving those scary little race cars, with a big 'ole group of kids. Not exactly my ideal b-day but as my sister who shares her b-day with Xmas, said.........."that's what happens when your b-day is on a holiday". That's OK. I like sharing my B-Day with Martin Luther King, Jr. It's my honor. Happy Birthday to me!
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
I go to iTunes. I find Grey's Anatomy. I must download the latest version of iTunes. OK. I can do that. Ohhhh.......it's gonna take 12 minutes. Uggh. Well, it's early.......I can still do that and have time at least part of the show. Only "download" turns into:
Shut down iTunes and retry
Login to iTunes
Um.......OK.......I think that was 20 or 30 minutes.
Find Grey's Anatomy again. Purchase for $1.99. Not a bad price.
Ohhhh.........look.....my iTunes menu has changed and I have all these movie and podcast possibilities.
Um.......wait........did that just say my Grey's Anatomy download has FOUR hours remaining. Well shit.............who knew. I guess I'm leaving my laptop running all night. Wait.......did it just change to FIVE hours remaining and it's 50 MB. OMG. How do I put my iTunes stuff on my external hard drive.
I probably coulda' watched it on youtube.com like I did Weeds. Sheeshhhh..........
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I don't know. What I do know is that she spun out of control, rolling her red Kia into a power pole, which resulted in a 3 hour power outage for 4000 of us today.
At noon today, from the safety of our home, we heard a loud crash, about 2 minutes AFTER our power went out. I guess it took a few minutes for the splintered power pole to come crashing down to the ground. Within moments it seemed, there was one police siren after another, then a fire truck, then an ambulance, racing past out house towards Los Osos. Maybe it was an airplane that crashed; what else could have made such a loud crashing noise?
Having just gotten outa' bed (yes......it was noon), I thought first of coffee but realized, duh,...no power. The boys had been watching football so they headed off to their favorite pizza place (Woodstocks, of course), to continue their sunday activity. I wandered aimlessly around the house realizing their was nothing to do without power (except "file"........which is a stupid thing one of my X-bosses used to say when we lost power at work). So to avoid filing, I headed off to the scene of the accident.
I've never seen so many lookie-loo's at a car accident before. My goodness, my neighbors are nosy. We all stood gazing at an upturned red vehicle by the side of the road, with power lines strewn all over it. One little car. That's what caused this major power outage?
While most stood and watched PG&E at work, I went off in search of someone who knew something. I heard a guy on his cell saying something like, "I was right here man. Just now. An accident. I've never seen anything like it." When he got off the phone, I asked him what happened and this is what he said. "We were working and we heard this loud boom and we rushed over and helped take this baby out of the back seat and the woman was completely smushed in the front seat and her head was cracked open and it was horrible. I've never seen anything like it. And the kid was so scared and the ambulance took him". (KSBY says a little girl who suffered major injuries. The Tribune says it was a 21 month old boy who suffered moderate injuries).
Just like that. In an instant. A child is mother-less. A life is lost.
I ended up at Borders, drinking coffee, and watching the people. Everyone going about their business on a Sunday afternoon.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Patience is possible. All you have to do is IGNORE the stuff that takes a long time and go do something else.
It's a good thing........no, a GREAT thing, to post 100's of pics to kodakgallery, and then order prints, and then scrapbook them. You know you love it! And really, the munchkin's dad has 1000's of pics from 2006, and you selected only 100's. And instead of taking a minute a pic to post to kodak, you could be at Longs for hours standing at their machines. You've done it and it wasn't that fun.
And yes.......I know you don't have any water in your house tonight. But it's only ONE night. It'll probably be all fixed up tomorrow and you'll have your kitchen sink where it's supposed to be (under the window looking out at the backyard). And yes......I know your stove is sitting in a puddle of water but you didn't wanna' fry anything, and the toaster oven worked just fine on the foldout table in the hallway. And yes.....I know your office space is smashed into a 4x6 space and there are 1099's to do and payroll tax returns and sales tax returns and a ton of data entry just to get to that point. But you get to design your new office space, with all NEW office furniture, and it's gonna' be cool dammit. SOMEDAY.
SOMEDAY you're gonna look back and think a year of remodel wasn't half as bad as you thought it'd be. And your munchkin's gonna continue to beg to look at those scrapbooks AGAIN and AGAIN.