October 2, 2008

Verizon Center

Washington, DC

8pm

Wanna know who with?

Anyone else gonna be there? Wanna double?

We can hang tough, and show who’s got the right stuff, and OMGosh I’M GOING TO SEE NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK!!!!!!!!!!!

AND MUCHAS GRACIAS to the BFF even if the only reason we’re going is because you want to see me act like a dork and make a DORK-U-MENTARY…

Now… what am I going to wear?

Until next time…

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I’m off today and tomorrow.  Like, I took two days of vacation.  Which is fine.  I don’t mind taking vacation.  I don’t have to do it often because I work from home, so unless I’m actually GOING somewhere, I don’t take it.

But I’m not going anywhere today and tomorrow.

I’m cleaning.

Did you get that?  CLEANING.

On my vacation.

Because my children are going to waltz through that door tomorrow at 12:30 and life as I know it will cease to exist… at least for the next 2.5 months.  Meaning, there will be no time to clean, declutter, and chuck without them underfoot.

So I have to do it today.  And tomorrow.

I guess the more positive way to look at this is that I’m getting paid to clean.  However, if that were an excitement for me, I would be a maid…

Oh wait.  I am a maid.  I just don’t normally get any credit for it.

I’m going to shut up now.  I’m going to crank my music.  And I’m going to go clean.

And I’m going to not think about how much I’m going to cry tonight.  Because it’s just graduation from elementary school… it’s not like he’s graduating from high school and leaving for college.

Oh I need to stop.  I need to go clean.

But I sooooooooooooooooo don’t want to.

Until next time…

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I have a new appreciation for any one who has to do manual labor all day in the heat.  Seriously.  I feel like I am spoiled.

I worked hard today… and my competitive nature showed.  But I like being competitive when it doesn’t get out of hand.  It makes me fee so alive….

Today, I headed over to the kids’ school for Field Day.  When I arrived I felt ambushed.  All of the 5th graders had their HVMS Eagles shirts on to which I said to the teacher, “That’s not fair.  I had until Monday to prepare myself for this…”  He thought I was funny, and while I can be funny, I was serious.  I’m not ready for this.  Matthew on the other hand has never been more ready.

I was going just to take pictures.  But I’m sure, if you don’t know me in real life, you can probably assume that I can’t sit still and watch.  I just can’t.

Apparently Matthew’s teacher could see that, too, because he asked me if I wanted to join in on the tug of war.  I did. We won.

Then we moved to the egg toss section.  I couldn’t just watch, so I roped in one of the few fun moms and we participated too.  We lost, but we got pretty far.  I guess I’m just on this quest to prove that getting older doesn’t mean that we aren’t fun anymore.

Then came the annual 5th graders vs the adults softball game.  I wasn’t planning on staying that long or participating because I had a conference call at 2.  Somehow I ended up coaching the 5th graders.  While they didn’t win, it was the closest game in the history of this particular tradition.  I was having a blast.  In the zone.  In my element, but HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT.

Oh my lawsy, I though I was going to pass out.

I headed home with 10 minutes to spare and take a quick, cold shower, drank the last of my daughter’s gatorade, knowing that she would be upset with me, but I HAD to compose myself before I got on the phone with the powers that be.

When that was over, I worked a little and then left to go pick up my daughter, another player and my babysitter and head to our softball game.

Can I mention that it was high 90s today and I heard some parts hit 100?  It was HOT.  I was in jeans because I don’t do shorts.

And then there was the game… and you know what happened?  We won.  Now, we’ve won before, so this probably doesn’t seem like it’s such a big deal because it is.  Reason being, the only games we’ve EVER won are those in which my assistant coach is there.  And he wasn’t there tonight.  It totally made a good day even better…

So game finishes, I dash home, make the kids dinner, shower for the third time today, get dressed, kinda do my makeup and head out the door to go bowling with someone I may have mentioned before.  Let’s just say that we’re both pretty competitive.  And funny.

And now I’m home, and itching to compete with Matthew on Guitar Hero, however, I’m hot, still, and I’m tired, because I think I exerted more of myself in one day than I have in the last two weeks combined.  And I need my rest.  We have another ball game tomorrow and it’s our last one.

So here ends my ramble.  I just wanted to document this so that one day I can look back and say, “hey… i did exert myself at least once…” because I’m REALLY hoping that I don’t have to be out in this heat, that long, doing that much physical activity in a long time.

Spoiled.

That’s what I am.

Until next time….

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One of my bloggy BFF’s Soliloquy is having a little contest and she wants to know an embarrassing moment or one in which you sunk low… this just after dropping her sister off at the Greyhound station… and since I have a Greyhound story, and because she won’t stop bugging me to blog about it since I want to win the prize, I’m going to share it with you.

I’m somewhat hesitant to share this story with you having just come out of a most spiritual week and asking people to share where God met you…

So, I need to preface this post with “Before I came to know the Lord….”

Consider it prefaced.

Four score and seven years ago In 1995, I left home, Beantown bound for college. The short of the story is that I met a man, fell in love with him and the only REAL problem with him (at that time) was that he lived in Philly and I was, of course, in Boston.

I would move heaven and earth for the opportunity to see this man every.chance.I.had.

And I mean every.

Let me mention that I was also poor.

Boston was approximately 6 hours from Philly. I didn’t have a car. Neither did he.

But you know who DID have wheels?

Greyhound.

And they were in my budget. Oh who am I kidding? I had no budget. I had no job. Working was beneath me because it seemed as if every kid I knew on that campus was there on Daddy’s dime except me, and I had to keep up my appearance. Ha.

What I did have were credit cards. Lots and lots of credit cards, because I hated doing laundry. And when you signed up for a credit card they would give you a free t-shirt, prolonging my having to do laundry. A few weeks later, a credit card would come in the mail and I would have money.

Can I just tell you now that I was NOT SO SMART back then?

I digress.

Those credit cards and Greyhound were my ticket to see my man… the man that I was so madly in love with… the man that I knew I would one day marry and bear children with… the man that I eventually did marry and procreate with, but not necessarily in that order.

Yes, Greyhound was my ticket out of the hellish roommate situation that I was in and into my man’s arms. For a day or four.

I was invincible then, you know. Nothing scared me. I feared nothing. I would take a cab to the Greyhound terminal (and at that time they didn’t take plastic, so I had to scrape up cash) and I would purchase my ticket and then ride to Philly, always stopping to change buses in New York City.

NEW FREAKING YORK.

19 years old. Alone. Late at night. On a bus. In New York City.

(Thank you Lord for being there; for watching over me; for protecting me. It’s amazing that I am still alive to tell this story.)

I did this often. Too often, but at the time, it didn’t seem often enough.

Now before I go any further, I need to mention that sometimes, I live in a movie. I have life scripted so wonderfully and when I see an opportunity that would make for a good movie, I’m all over it, because, well, quite frankly, I want people to LOVE my happy endings. And while I’m not so bad about it now, because there have been more than one reality checks along the way, in 1995 I was BAD about it.

On one particular trip back from Philly when we changed buses in New York, I boarded and sat down. I was smart enough not to make eye contact with many of the other passengers because I knew that I needed to be careful and so when I sat down, I promptly pulled a book from my bag and started reading.

A few minutes later, dude behind me starts making small talk. I was careful not to look at him. I said a few words back, but I don’t like small talk with weirdos.

But somehow, he engaged me in a conversation and we talked the entire four hour bus ride back to Boston. We talked about life, our childhoods, our likes, dislikes, fears, plans for the future… you name it and we talked about it. By the time that we got back to the terminal just a few miles from campus, I felt like I had known him my whole life.

To quote 5,000 contestants on the Bachelor and the Bachelorette across the years, I felt a connection.

And that man that I was so madly in love with? Never even crossed my mind.

Sad, isn’t it?

I’m so ashamed.

But it gets better… or worse, however you want to look at it.

When we debussed… ha ha… get it… deplaned? debussed? I slay me.

When we got off the bus in Boston, he had some time to kill to wait for his bus to Connecticut. Since it was 1:30am and I had nothing better to do, I offered to wait with him.

Can you see how freakin’ smart I was?

Moving on… we talked more and I never once mentioned why I was in Philly other than to say that I was visiting friends… that wasn’t a total lie, right?

And then?

He leaned over and kissed me and boy could KISS!

There was a lot of kissing. And then? He was kissing my neck… apparently enjoying himself because when I got home, my neck looked like I was attacked by the vacuum cleaner.

I can assure you that it didn’t go any further… I was a “good girl” after all, or played one in my mind but I was rather ashamed of myself THAT night when I looked at my neck and couldn’t figure out how I was going to cover them to go to class or be in the presence of my few friends.

Despite that, I floated home. How awesome was it going to be to tell the story of how we met at our wedding? Two strangers. Chance meeting. Fate. Destiny.

Yadda. Yadda. Yadda.

He put me in a cab and sent me home and before I closed that door, gazing at him longingly, wondering if I would ever see him again (picturing a perfect movie scene unfolding) I gave him my number.

One last kiss and we drove off. And yes, I watched him out of the back cab window as he got smaller and smaller until he eventually disappeared.

Every time the phone would ring, I would hope that it would be him. It never was. I was excited to talk to my man and see my man again, but I would be lying if I said that I stopped waiting for him to call. For no other reason than to carry on with the movie script that I had a starring role in.

But he never did.

Over time, the color of my neck evened out again and his memory faded away… so much in fact that I don’t even remember his name. But Soliloquy’s tale of her sister’s experience jogged my memory about this time. The time that I had my first and only hickey (I hate that word) and the time that I was lower than low.

However, many lessons came from this one experience and ones that I carry with me to this day, so at least some good came of it.

Now go play along and don’t forget… You’ve got until Friday to share your “Where God Met Me” story… I’m sure He WAS there with me as these events unfolded, but I can assure you that I was unaware.

Until next time…

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I totally stole that from Melissa… except her letters were G O D… and you should go read that post… really…

but AFTER you read what I have to tell you… or now if the letters N K O T B mean absolutely nothing to you.

Good, you’re all still here.

(Forgive me Father for putting NKOTB before people reading about how you’re working in Melissa’s life….)

Ok, go read Melissa’s post and THEN come back here for the latest on NKOTB…

waiting…

it’s okay… go ahead…

ok, good.  Amazing work, no?

So anyway, Saturday night I was partaking in grown-up time at my friend’s house. Because the other alternative was working or cleaning or something like that and I needed some me time… so I went over there and we watched a movie. It was dumb, but hysterical… and the phrase “flipper on Prozac sucking on an artichoke” probably means nothing to you, nor will it ever, but for she and I, we now have an inside joke… (incidentally, you should not share this joke during morning service, or you will erupt with laughter causing the Pastor and half the congregation to wonder exactly what’s wrong with you…)

After the movie, I told her that I just couldn’t watch another one, that I would fall asleep… and it was late.

Ok, so it was only 9, but I was tired, and I’m old, and I can’t handle late nights outside of my own home anymore.

We decided just to chat for a little and we flipped the radio on and she walked out of the kitchen… and I was getting something to drink and that’s when I heard it.

Summertime.

NKOTB’s latest song.

ON.THE.RADIO.

I about fell over and screamed at her while I was dashing across the kitchen to crank the radio up even louder as I danced around her living room.

She of course, laughed.

That really has no significance other than that happened and then today I read on the NKOTB blog about this…

Stay tuned for the ‘SUMMERTIME’ VIDEO WORLD PREMIERE this weekend, ONLY on VH1 and VH1.com! Check local listings for information.

Saturday, June 7 - SNEAK PEAK @ VH1 TOP 20 COUNTDOWN
Sunday, June 8 - VIDEO WORLD PREMIERE @ 2 PM on VH1 and online @ VH1.com

Just so you know, I am making no plans for Saturday afternoon and I’m ever so grateful that our last ball game is at 5. If it’s a 4 minute video, I’ll can watch it 37 times before I have to leave.

I have to go set the DVR.

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Don’t forget that I want to know Where God Met You… read all the details here and enter to win… yes, I’m bribing you.  But Go.  Read. Post. Be Blessed.  You have until Friday!

Until next time…

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I have to interrupt this spiritual movement. I have to. I don’t want to, but I have to.

What you probably don’t know is that I took another blog break this week while my testimony has been running, and oh I can’t wait to tell you how I have been blessed already just by sharing, but I have to wait… for a little.

I wanted this to be a reverent week and not post anything BUT my testimony, but something happened tonight that warrants an interruption.

I’d love to tell you that it is a God thing… actually, depending on how you look at it, it IS a God thing. Because I PRAYED HARD that this would turn out ok.

You see, several weeks ago, Matthew came home and announced the he was entering the talent show in the comedy category. I cringed. Yes, I think my son is HYSTERICAL, but he’s my son. I have to think that. I have to laugh at his jokes.

He did not share what he was going to do, just that it was about me and he did ask permission if he could use me as part of his act. What do I care? I make fun of myself every day on my blog.

He auditioned and he got a spot. And that’s when I feared going to this talent show. I didn’t want to invite anyone because I feared that I would be embarrased for him… (and for Samara… she entered too!)

Yesterday, I picked him up from dress rehersal and I was told that he was funny. But I was still fearful.

And just like I didn’t know my child could sing? I didn’t know how funny he was…

Of course, he didn’t know that I am a heckler.

And so he made this little video (a MyPie Production… yes, there’s a story there) and I’m pretty impressed. And flattered that he asked me to be in it.

So please watch.

Watch him make fun of me.

Watch the audience ROAR with laughter. (And that’s not a laugh track after his jokes… because I WAS prepared to add that later.)

Watch me heckle him… and his comebacks.

And then remember, when he’s on Last Comic Standing and then on Comedy Central with his own show? Remember…you saw him here first!

Thank you Jesus!

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Alternate Title:  The Night I Swung the Vote

This is the post where I called it.

It is the ONLY time that I have ever called it.  Ever.  Of course, I’ve really only watched 3 seasons faithfully…

I picked Clay, the world picked Ruben.

I picked Blake, the world picked Jordin.

But now?

I picked David Cook…and the world picked David Cook.

This is the post were I made it happen.  It’s there, I promise… right after my sappy story about my daughter and my mothering abilities?

Where I wrote “Now I feel bad that I gave her David Cook’s text in number instead of Archie’s”?

See it now?

Good.

I like to think that that’s what made it all worth it.

Let me live in my dream world please.

Because last night?

That’s the first time that I have EVER voted.  Ever.  But I knew that when Archie won, I was going to want to complain.  And I can’t complain if I don’t vote.  So I voted.

And it’s a good thing that he won.  Had he not, I might never had watched American Idol again.  Never mind that I said that last year when Blake didn’t win.

Until next time…

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I don’t know if you all actually LIKE the movies or not, but I have fun making them… so feel free to watch if you wish… if you don’t, I won’t be offended. But know, that for right now, because they are so time consuming, because I’m anal and because I like to play with the various features of iMovie, I’ll only have them on Mondays… for now. That could change. Because it’s my blog, my life, and my time… deal with it.

Although, I have created a monster with it in that my children now have come to enjoy sitting in front of my Mac and creating the most moronic videos that I have ever seen. But they are cute. Matthew even created his own YouTube account to upload their “music videos” which currently only includes “breakfast in hell” by the newsboys.

They love this song and I think it’s only because they can say the word “hell” and get away with it. But whatever…

Today’s video by moi is on being a hopeless romantic. I am one. And I’ll show you what tv clip led me to post about this… but please don’t tell ABC that I figured out how to capture it from my craptop and get it into my little video. I’m sure they wouldn’t be pleased with me, even if I do make them look good on paper in Missouri.

Be back later this week with some memes… and maybe some real content.

But before I go, let me thank you for your prayers… thank you because I felt them and I got alot done… what I needed to do and more…

and oh yeah, we made $1501 at the yard sale this weekend…. GOD IS GOOD!

Until next time…

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I’m sorry, bloggy break or not, I can’t NOT talk about the NKOTB today.  (Excuse the double negative, I’m pretty sure Mrs. Callahan, my 12th grade English teacher isn’t reading….)

I resisted all morning the urge to get on here and blog about them, and I gave in.  I can’t help it.   And did you know that they added more tour dates… so I don’t have to drive as far now…

but here’s the sad part.  I happened to be helping out at the church yard sale this morning and escaped into the youth room to watch them.  But only when my trusted buddy would call me when they were back on… it helps to have little kids understand the importance of knowing when the commercials end and the real content is back on.

A normal person would sit on the couch and watch, but not me.  No… I was up and singing and dancing, assuming that I was by myself or with another fellow NKOTB fan, until I was jamming to Tonight… swooning in the slow parts and rocking out when the tempo picked up.

That’s when I turned around and saw Pastor Man standing there laughing.

What’s even worse?  I didn’t care!

No, I didn’t.  And when he dissed them… (i can see now that the boys are going to feel just as threated by them as they were 18 years ago….) I totally spouted back with… “I didn’t put up with people talking bad about them then and I won’t now.”

I like their new single… yes, I downloaded it when it was released Tuesday… and I wasn’t the only one who knew all the words and could sing along when they sang it today… did you see all the other 30 something mothers there singing, too?

And oh.my.word… did you see Donnie lift up his shirt and show that belly?  I think I was light headed.

And what’s up with Jordan with the sunglasses in the pouring rain and the shirt so far open?  I never did like him though.  But I will say, Monkey Boy has aged well.  Seriously.

Jon looked a little winded, but seriously, I can’t move like that now at 31 and I’m a decent dancer… he’s 40!  Still impressed after all these years, but I wish they wouldn’t have cut away during the oh oh oh oh oh part of Right Stuff.  It doesn’t matter, I danced there for them.

DORK!

Yup, that’s me!

D-O-R-K!

But I don’t care.

The new kids are back and I am happy….

except for the skanks on the stage behind them… I could’ve done without them.

I now return you to this bloggy break of mine, in which, I am pleased to report that I have gotten SO much done this week, but there’s still more to be done to get caught up.  I appreciate your prayers for me, despite the fact that it was so petty in nature… but hey!  If it’s important to me, then it’s important to Him.

See you Monday… and oh yeah, I may have a video… if I can get all that laundry folded….

Until next time…

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But first, let me say…

You can blame me for all the rain and storms as I just washed my car…

You can blame me for the spike in gas prices, because I just bought a car that has a bigger gas tank…

You can blame me for your child’s meltdown last night… because, well… we were on a roll.

Now that I have that out of the way, let’s answer some more questions. (And before I forget, I did promise a little prize to one person who asked a question. I’ll leave it open until tonight at midnight and I’ll announce the winner on my last day of questions… that could be tomorrow, it could be Monday, but please keep me busy. I won’t be leaving the house because I can’t afford to… and it’s too wet. And I know… it’s all my fault.)

Sadly, I don’t have a video today. I’m sorry. I’ll try to find some other way to make a complete fool out of myself over the weekend. I’m sure it won’t take long.

FranticallySimple asks:

What’s your kriptonite? …Criptonite? Thing that makes you feel powerless…

It’s Kryptonite, but I don’t take off for spelling. And the only reason that I know this is because Superman was on last night, and I don’t care who you are, Superman? Hot.

But my kryptonite? Hmmm… well there are a few things that just make me powerless. And when I first read this question, the thing that popped in my head first was a kiss. But not just any kiss. You know the kiss that I’m talking about… the one that curls your toes and makes you feel like you’re 5 feet off the ground?

Yeah, that kind.

Plant one one me (men only please) like that and I’m putty in your hands. I’ll even stop talking. Which I’m sure is why some of the men in my past have kissed me, just to shut me up. Whatever, I don’t care. And what I’ve found is that not all men can kiss like that, which is a shame. But the ones that can? Forget it.

And the reason that I say this makes me powerless is because there have been a few guys in my past that I KNEW were wrong for me, and every time I would try to say “see ya wouldn’t wanna be ya” they would kiss me and somehow I couldn’t get those words out of my mouth. Made for some long, drawn out, horrible relationships.

But there are a few other items of kryptonite in my life. My son’s tears. Forget it. If that child cries I want to jump through hoops to make him smile and will stop at nothing to do so. There’s just something about it. Even the BFF went through this while she was here watching my kids. (And she handled it fabulously!) I can’t say this about my daughter’s tears because those happen all.the.time. and she’s a manipulator so I have to stop and determine if they are real or fake. I still hate to see any of them cry, regardless of the reason they are crying. Even if it is because I won’t let her have mountain dew at 10 at night.

And sob stories. I’m a sucker for a sob story. Just ask Soliloquy. I probably shouldn’t tell you this or you’ll all come crying but seriously? Give me a good sob story and I will bend over backwards to help you out, whether I can really afford to or not. I will find a way.

Call me a sucker. It’s okay, I’m aware of this.

Kari says:

Ok, I am totally new to your blog here…so in 5 sentences or less…tell me what is MOST important that I know about you!

5 sentances? Are you serious? These don’t count do they? Of course not, it’s my blog and I will determine when my 5 sentences start… which would be right here.

I am a single mom of two biological children and 15 “adopted” teenagers who try my patience and my faith daily but bring me more joy than anything else in the world. I’m a child of a very humorous God who leads me through life blessing others by way of laughter and through the use of the internet, I’ve been able to bless more people than I could possibly imagine. I’m live my life in the corporate rat race of television sales, while working from home in addition to having a few internet ventures on the side which I call my paid hobbies. I’m a thinker, dreamer, and visionary but I miss the mark when aligning myself with Mother Theresa, Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart which is okay as I’m a firm believer that one day, God will put a man in my life who will fill the role of all three while I sit by the pool sipping margaritas or on my couch eating bon bons. But most importantly, I am a certified dork and I love it that way because while I may have responsibilities of a grown up, and fulfill those responsibilities to the best of my ability, I will never, ever grow up.

That’s 5 sentences. You didn’t say they couldn’t be run ons. I like to tow the line, ya know. Oh and the whole, “find a man to do it all for me” thing? I’m kidding about that. If he just has patience and can assist me in the areas of cooking and cleaning, he’ll be fine. And I’m not a big bon bon fan. And I don’t have a pool. I do, however, LOVE LOVE LOVE margaritas.

Catnip asks:

Hmmm. This is my first time here so I know nothing about you. Tell me what is the one post in your archives I MUST read? (and I will!)

Hmmm… this is a good question and I’m so bad when it comes to these types of questions. It’s like asking me where I want to go for dinner. My ADHD brain kicks in and I can’t determine where because there are so many and I want to go to them all.

But with my posts? About a month ago, I started realizing that there were certain posts that were insanely funny or very deep on my emotions and were difficult for me to write, but showed the true Heather. (That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever said as everything on this blog is the true Heather.) I created “insanity at it’s best” so that I could let new readers know which ones were a must read so they could see the many faces of Heather. So I’m going to go look at that list and determine which one you most definitely HAVE to read.

Ok, I just read all of them again, and I can’t give you one and the reason is simple. Some of them are very serious and some of them are spit-beverage-on-your-computer hysterical, so I have to give you two, and I would love it if you would read both, but if you don’t that’s okay. What’s another hour in therapy?

In the serious category… What Would Have Been…

In the funny category… How To Put on a Funeral… in Pictures

I’m still going back and forth on these, but I have things to do today and I cant be blogging all day. (Ok, I can… but I really shouldn’t!)

Krissi asks:

Well, I wanna know just how desperate you are, and what exactly are your intentions when you find sanity? ‘Cause I personally think INSANE is better than SANE.

I guess it’s all in how you view the words insane and sane. Yes, I like being “insane” when you qualify that as off the wall, goofy, stop at nothing to make people laugh… but there’s that whole “doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results” that I’m trying to avoid.

But there was a reading in a book called Hope For Today that made me define the sanity that I want and this is what it states…

“I longed for balance, for a feeling of normalcy that might help me feel safe and connected to others…I came to believe that God could lead me to a saner way of life. I surrended, asked for help, and relied on my Higher Power to restore me to sanity. The answer to my plea was to learn how to live the Serenity Prayer.”

But the Serenity Prayer that I live by is this.

God, grant me serenity to accept the people I cannot change, courage to change the ones I can and wisdom to know it’s me.

And sanity and serenity coincide with me and this is something else that I love from that same book.

Serenity is…

…a way of life absorbed slowly and practiced one day at a time…perspective…becoming aware of and accepting my many characteristics and not judging what’s “bad” or “good” but what’s useful to keep and what to release…a spiritual journey without a destination…the space between impulse and the action… accepting what is …honoring my feelings without aiming them at someone else or letting them run my life…a gift I choose to give to myself…knowing that what works for someone else may not necessarily work for me… knowing that what works for me may change from moment to moment…understanding I may be powerless, but I’m not helpless…

…realizing my Higher Power does for me what I cannot do for myself… minding my own business… the comfort of knowing I can hold my own hand… balance and relief from black-and-white thinking… understanding that reacting to life and responding to life are not the same thing…deliberate realignment with my Higher Power… feeling at peace with my past.. a matter of internal stability… becoming a complete being with my body and mind in one place at the same time…becoming one with my Higher Power.

As a former member of Al-Anon, that book got me through so much, and truth be told, when I saw this question and those passages popped into my head, I had to go get the book out of the yard sale box. I’m thinking I’ll hold on to it.

So to answer your question, I don’t think I’ll ever find true sanity or serenity, because I do see it as a journey. And yes, I do like being insane… most of the time.

So that’s all for today… or at least for right now…

Next time, we’ll discuss how I balance it all (ha ha), my summer plans, and my writing influences….

I’m sure you’ll want to miss it, but don’t. Because it would hurt and my one hour of therapy here and one hour of therapy there will all add up. And that $20 co-pay still sucks.

Until next time…

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