Is it just me or…
Does Daniel Kucan look like Tom Cruise’s little bro? Omg. when he grins? and the way he moves his head? it’s TOTALLY Cruise!!! I swear! I wish i could find a picture of him grinning – but man. Talk about seperated at birth….
The Kids PhotoHunt submissions – Week 2!
Gramma Moosie Helped the pup out this week as it was her shopping day with gramma and papa and they searched windows until they found a stained glass ornament to photograph. While they were gone, the older two and I headed out on a drive through town, found out that the local Don Jose’s door was stained glass (mine) and that there were a whole buncha window hangings at a gift shop (theirs). So! Here’s their submissions!
I think they did fabulously!
Lessa – StainedGlass
My Photo Scavanger Hunt photo.
Theme: Stained Glass (not orange, extra point for non-religious)
To be grownup, or not to be grown up…
in the car, on the way back from the *very* anticipated party that was cancelled and for which the little tart that invited my boy to said party didn’t bother to call and let us know about, and for which the boy had been psyching himself up all day in order to finally ask said little tart to dance during… Ahem. (Yes, he was REALLY upset and disappointed that she or at the very least her parents didn’t even call to let us know! they didn’t even put a sign on the door of the venue! I had to call her to see what was up, and then tell the other kids waiting entry that it was a nogo! guh. some people just don’t have a lick of consideration or sense.)
Anyway – in the car! yes, that’s where we were. The pup said something, I forget what, and the Boy said something else, and I gave them my standard “That’s IT! you’re ALL grounded!” To which I hear a plantitive call from the back seat…
The Girl: But…what did I do??
Me: You… EXIST!
The Girl: But… WHY?
Me: *insert gleeful smirking grin* Well, you see, your daddy and I, we…
The Girl: *Slams hands over her ears* LALALLALALA I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT! I’M TO YOUNG! GAH! MOM! STOP!!!!
Ahhhhh! *pleased sigh* I’ve my baby girl back… however briefly it lasts. *chuckles*
there was a time..
I drempt last night, and only those close to me realize what an oddity it is that I remember that I drempt at all, let alone what about. I drempt that it had all been a dream, a nightmare, and that I’d finally woken up. He arrived at the door, bitching because I’d forgotten to book his flight, complaining that the house was a mess, and playing with the kids and the pets.
Skip ahead, to me digging through my mother’s closet for something fabulous to wear – and somehow discovering an old prom dress. [I knew for certain it was a dream, for I still *fit* into said prom dress.] All dressed up, to the nines, looking fabulous and as excited as a kid on her first date. The door bell rang, and there he was…
…talking to my parents, not even saying anything to me about how I looked or even acknowledging that I was there, which was so wrong because he *always* was one who hung on me, complimented whenever the whim struck – and it struck a lot. He was opening gifts of some sort, he was then writting something, and all along everyone interacted as if I wasn’t there.
It was then that I realized something. Somehow, I had invaded his dreams, his mishmash of cosmic thought, his essense of mixed up realities. It hit like a sledge hammer. In his world…
I didn’t exist.
I woke up with tears drying on my face, my pillow wet with evidence of how long I’d been trapped in a reality where my being there no longer mattered.
And I again resolved to make sure that here, with his kids, with me, his presense would always matter. Painful, difficult, but oh so necessary that the kids easily remember, and that I not try to squash said memories in any way shape of form. He’s still here. He still exists. He’s just on a different plane then we are – and we’ll still strive to make him proud to have had been able to spend the past 15 years with us.
