Skip to main content

Oversharing

Last night I began a perusal of my recent (and not so recent) blog postings and Facebook postings.

Wow. What a downer I am. I apologize. If you're reading my postings you may come to think that I've spent the past few months curled into the fetal position and sobbing as I simultaneously drown my sorrows in bags of delicious chocolate. While it's true there have been tears and waaaay too much chocolate----there have also been laughs and giggles and joy. Perhaps that whole, 'you have to know the bitter to recognize the sweet' thing is more true than I had realized.

I apologize for oversharing---or more to the point---making veiled comments and alluding to things that I don't discuss in detail. Is that oversharing? TMI? I'm not sure. Perhaps. Things that I've alluded to are not mine to share--and I wouldn't even if I could.

So, apologies all around. I will do my best to be more upbeat and positive in the future. It's not that I'm dwelling on the challenges life is dealing out---it's simply been our reality and I tend to focus my writing on things that occur.

But I can do better. I can. I will. From now on it's puppies, rainbows and unicorns. Glitter and sunshine and OH! Have you played that new game Drawsome? I LOVE IT. I've had such fun using my finger to draw things on my iPad. I haven't had this much fun drawing and doodling since I was a teenager. You know, when life's possibilities seemed endless and I could be a writer AND an artist. I managed to get the writing part down---for a season---but the artistic aspect never quite jelled. Now I can pretend I'm an artist as I draw with my friends across the country. It's relaxing and .....I need relaxing.

In other news, it's raining here in the Pacific Northwest today. I know, right? We're all surprised. :)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Online Friends

I'm sure you've heard by now that blue is the new black, forty is the new thirty and they're lying through their teeth when they say that last thing. Also, imaginary childhood friends (you know you had one) have been replaced with online friends. They're the same in that no one ever really sees them, but you talk to them, you play with them, your other friends and family think you're just this side of a restraining jacket and you're a lot older than you were when you first had friends you never saw. Sure they're real you might say in that mocking tone you have . Well stop that. Save your mocking for later on when I tell you all about my Internet friends. No, I can't see them, or touch them, although some of them have asked me....um, well, we'll go into that later. People have become friends with other people across the world, sometimes they've become friends with people they'd never become friends with in RL. That means real life for ...

The Boy

Will Soon Be Graduating From High School This means, in some small measure, I have successfully managed to get him through 12 years of school and to the age of 18 alive. No small accomplishment, that. Today he called for a ride home after he rode the bus most of the way to our house. As it was about 90 degrees outside, I obliged. I'm a good mom, plus it got me out of a very hot house and into the sweet deliciousness of my air conditioned vehicle. My oldest and youngest daughters went along for the ride and they spotted The Boy before I did. "What's up with his pants?" Indeed. The operative word for his pants was up . He wears those extremely skinny jeans and he'd rolled them up to about knee level and he was walking towards us with a grimace on his face. He was in pain. You see, five hours earlier, in the throes of near heat exhaustion, he rolled the legs of his pants up and then his legs swelled up. He was unable to remove his own pants or roll down what he...

Wheeeeeeee!

Today I was awakened to the not-so-delightful sounds of enormous dump trucks, (you know the ones that are a dump truck and they haul a trailer behind?) dumping truck load after truck load of dirt behind my house. Then the most incredibly noisey and squeaky (do they not grease the tracks on those things??) grader began shoving the dirt and rocks around. I had to fight the urge to throw a can of WD40 over the fence to the driver. It wasn't even eight in the morning. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. So I reluctantly arose from my bed and cleaned up the kitchen. After it was spotless, I went back upstairs to my freeze-zone (the only room in the house with AC) to do some online banking and make calls to check on medical bills, etc. As I was finishing up, in walks my husband! At first I had a moment of Oh-no-he's-lost-his-job terror. Then it passed after he smiled. Seems they ran out of work for the day. Odd, but then that's Boeing. So hubby was roped into going school cloth...