Rocky

I know when I started this blog again I said it would no longer be a blog about dating, because you can’t write a blog about dating if you aren’t dating…blah, blah, blah…


But, I have to make an exception today.

I was getting ready for work this morning and I heard the news teaser “stay tuned for a great story on the most eligible bachelor in my local city”. I may not be dating, but I am single, so naturally, it caught my attention. I got excited and I did what any single girl would do. I put on a bra, slapped on some lipstick, took the hot rollers out of my hair and sat anxiously in front of the TV. (Don’t laugh at the fact that I still use my 1980’s hot rollers, ok? If you had hair like mine and that was the only way you could make it look decent, you would do it too)

Anywho…

They came back from commercial break and my 9 year old son, was upset because he couldn’t find his tie for school. In the midst of calming down an emotional child at 6:30am, I missed the opening part of the story. But my attention was immediately caught when I heard that this bachelor had his right eye shot out and sometimes had trouble climbing out of the water. I became quizzical and intrigued all at the same time. Suddenly, I wanted to know more. Was he a war veteran who got injured? Was he a former cop who got shot while taking down the local drug lords? I waited in anticipation and came out of the bathroom when they put this picture up.

I know, I know, I thought the same thing…”awwww, he is so cute, but is he really dating material?”

This is Rocky, the local rescued seal. He was rescued after being shot in the eye by fishermen and sometimes has trouble hopping out of the water onto the rocks.

Yeah, things are different when you know the whole story.

Passion is no ordinary word

Someone once told me that a lack of passion is fatal. 

I never believed it…until now.

Recently I was asked to write a very brief presentation on my passion and I froze.  Do you know why I froze?  I froze because I had no idea what my passion was.  I had lost sight of it and it scared me.  It scared me to the core.

I was desperately pulling at strings.  My mind wondered all over the place.  I could not figure out what my passion was.  I cried.  I sat in silence.  I became frantic.  Nothing came to my mind.

Then it hit me!  

This is why I was scared…

Yep!  That calendar is why I lost my passion.  

That calendar is just a month in my life.  The majority of the things on that calendar occur after the hour of 5pm.  I have two very busy boys and I’m just one person.  Oh, they have a dad.  A dad who is pretty helpful, but he is a dad that most nights is not home before 8pm. 

I am up at 5:30am every morning and don’t stop until about 9:30pm every night.  There is not one moment between those two hours that is stagnant.  Nope, we are constantly going. It is stressful.  I don’t have a lot of help with my kids, therefore, I don’t have a lot of free time, hence the reason why I’m single too.  Who has time for things we are passionate about, let alone dating, with a calendar like that?

Looking at that calendar, however, made me remember what I was once passionate about…and am desperately trying to be passionate about again. 

Writing!

It was once THAT haven for me.  That haven that I NEEDED every day to feel complete.  There once was a time, that if I didn’t write each day, it affected my mood.  Because of that picture above, it quickly became something that I didn’t think about for days on end.  And I don’t ever want to be there again!

I want to write…I need to write…it is who I am.  It makes me a better mom.  It makes me a better employee.  It makes me a better friend.

“You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Geekster is 9

So this piece of goodness (aka: Gibson, Gib, Gibby, Geeker Beeker, the Geekster) turns nine today! He likes to tell people that I started blogging again so that I could write about him.  Between you and I, let's let him continue to think that way.

I cannot believe my baby is 9! Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be raising an 11 year old and a 9 year old. When I dreamed of becoming a mom, I always visualized myself with babies, I never pictured myself with two boys who have stinky armpits, leg hair and attitudes. Not that I don’t love them, because I do…it was just not the picture I ever had in my head.



To commemorate this sweet boy on his special day, I give you these:


Recent Conversation:

The Geekster: (who plays center for his football team) “Mom, do you know why I like Cole as quarterback better than Aiden?

Me: No, why?

The Geekster: Because Cole gets his hands off my butt faster than Aiden does.


Text message from his best friend’s mom:

“FYI…I’m making 2lbs of meatballs for Gibson for his birthday”- This is a woman who truly knows and loves my boy!



This story he wrote, in which he was asked if a pig and a cat could be friends:

Once there was a pig. Along came a cat. The cat was hungry. He ate the pig. The cat lived happily ever after. The end.

…so I’m concluding that cats and pigs cannot be friends.



Question on the first day of school:

Mom, do these shoes make my feet look fat?



Conversation we had on the last day of school last year:

Me: I can’t believe tomorrow I will have a 6th grader and a 3rd grader in my house

The Geekster: Do you know what is so bad about that?

Me: No, what?

The Geekster: That’s gonna be a lot of stinky armpits!


These kinds of comments spew from his mouth on a daily basis. He is the sweetest, kindest, most loving, funny and energetic kid I know. He loves everyone and wants to be loved by everyone. He makes me laugh and cry every day. He can be a challenge at times, but I wouldn’t trade that trait for anything.

This boy has it going on!

BTW…the picture above…that’s him…on 3rd grade picture day. I promised he could pick out his outfit, and it was a battle I wasn’t going to fight. This outfit is totally him and I don’t ever want to forget that moment.

Grey Goose with a Twist

I tried to stay away, but I couldn’t!

I tried to convince myself that you guys didn’t want to hear what I had to say, but I wasn’t successful!

I took on other projects, but none more fun than writing my blog.

I tried to be passionate about other things in my life, but I got lost.

So….

I’m back!  With a new twist.

Since you can’t really write a dating blog about dating if you don’t date, I’m changing up the format! 

Never fear, if I ever go on another date again, you guys will be the first to hear about it.  But in the meantime, I will be writing about the crazy that is my life, you know, the funny things my kids say and do, the stresses of being a single parent, and the awesomeness that is life in general.

Stay tuned…I have so many thoughts in my head that are just dying to get onto paper.

In the meantime, how about those Chinese messing up our badminton brackets this year at the summer Olympics?  Discuss amongst yourselves…