THE REDHEAD
FEED THE REDHEAD
MOM I PROMISE I'LL FEED...
VOTE FOR THE REDHEAD
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GIVING LOVE TO THE REDHEAD
ARE YOU AS EVIL AS A REDHEAD?
You Are 40% Evil 
In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.BUY A REDHEAD A GLASS OF WINE
MOM
M ade
O f
M ight
We moms are so mighty that we now have our own action figure.
Hmmmmm.
... she needs a cape made out of terry cloth and a shovel for a sword.
... and a shield made of the word NO.
Happy Mother's Day.
Until Next time-
C
IF I ONLY HAD AN INTERPRETOR
Wikipedia says, "A foreign language is a language not spoken by the people of a certain place."
Brian has started speaking Teenage.
I am pretty sure it qualifies as a foreign language.
So ... I scoured the Internet for a language interpretor software that might help me understand this new form of communicating. I Googled "Teenage Interpretor" and all Google recommended was an article on the arrival of the first Europeans, a Route 66 Remembered website and The Occupation of Iraq link by the New York Times.
Hmmmm ... the New York Times link could be my closest bet.
You might wonder what moved me to search the Internet for a Teenage foreign language tutorial. It occurred just after overhearing the following conversation between Brian and his father:
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I go over to Gus' house sometime?"
"Who's Gus?"
"This kid from school..."
"Do you know where he lives?"
"Yeah..."
Silence
"Well, where does he live?"
Silence
Silence
Silence
"Uhhhhh .... I think he lives really close."
"Close?"
"Or really far ... can we go by there?"
"And where would there be?"
"Dad! It's not that difficult!"
He lost me at Gus, let alone the really close or really far part. I suppose we could just drop him off in the middle of nowhere and Gus might magically appear. Or, he could kick the heels of his skateboard shoes together three times and a magical woman in a pink dress with a Scarecrow, a Tin Man and a Lion could lead him to Gus' house.
Or I could just make him take the clean dishes out of the dishwasher, feed the pets and take out the garbage.
I don't need an interpretor to make him do that.
Gus, if you are out there ... Brian is hoping you'll drop your house in our backyard, thus killing the witch that is making him do chores.
She has red hair and some really great shoes.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
THE LIFE OF BRIAN
Thirteen years ago today, Dr. Beldon induced labor and I was preparing to welcome a boy into the world. Brian was actually due on April 15th. Being the Brian who is never in a hurry, he decided he liked my womb and was not in any hurry to leave.
EVER.
He was probably looking for his shoes back then too...
My ex-husband Terry and I kicked around some Irish boy names and were contemplating Brandon, Bret, Brendt and Brian. All that day, as Brian refused to budge (even with the help of Petocin) we still couldn't decide on his name.
Back in 1995 VH1 played music all day and then at 5:00 pm switched to the Comedy Channel, a precursor to Comedy Central.
At 5:30 pm Brian finally decides to co-operate and allow himself to be coaxed out into the world as VH1 switches from music to comedy. Twenty minutes later, while in the middle of some major pushing and swearing, small voices can be heard saying:
"Brian: I'm not the Messiah! Will you please listen? I am not the Messiah, do you understand? Honestly!
Girl: Only the true Messiah denies His divinity.
Brian: What? Well, what sort of chance does that give me? All right! I am the Messiah!
Followers: He is! He is the Messiah!
Brian: Now, fuc* off!
Arthur: How shall we fuc* off, O Lord?"
My doctor turns around, looks up and says, "What in the heck is that? Do you want me to have it turned off?"
I look up and notice it is Monty Python's Life of Brian.
"God no! Are you kidding me?" I respond, "It's perfect."
I sigh, "His name is Brian."
Thus Brian was born during The Life of Brian.
However ... we prefer to tell him he is named after Brian Boru.
Happy Birthday Brian.
Love,
Mom
Until next time-
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
WHY USE WATERBOARDING WHEN WE HAVE KIDS?
It is said that inside the CIA, water boarding is cited as the technique that got Khalid Sheik Mohammed, the prime plotter of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks, to begin to talk and provide information. I can always tell an organization run by too many men, or not enough people who have children.
Because my friends, why water board when you can just have Mr. Kebab, excuse me, Mr. Khalid spend time with a bunch of children, where he is the only one who can see to their needs 24/7? I know many of you survive child extortion torture on a daily basis, but at least the lovely little devils eventually fall asleep and we have our reprieve from:
"Mom?"
"MOM!"
"Mom?"
"Mom, can I...?"
"Mom!?"
"Mom, do you know where (insert everything they never put away here) is...?"
"M O M?"
"Mom..."
"Uh, Mom..?"
"M o m."
"mom."
"Mom."
"Mom, do you have (insert money amounts you will not part with here)?"
"Mom?"
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"Mom, can we (insert anything you don't want them doing here)?"
"Mom?"
"Mom."
"Mom, do you (insert any question you don't want to answer here)?"
"Mom?"
"Mom..."
"Mom, why can't I (picture the sound of a shrieking owl, because this is the tone children use when they are determined to have something where you would rather ship them to a boarding school in France than give)."
"Mom, but why?"
"Mom."
"Mom!"
"Mom."
"Mom, my friends are (anything following this beginning is never good)"
"Mom."
"MOM?"
"Mooooommmm...."
"Mom."
"Mom, I need (whatever-it-is-you-already-bought-them-paid-too-much-for-and-now-they-can't-find-and-want-you to-buy-it-again-goes-here)."
"Mom?"
"Mom..."
"Mom."
"mom?"
"Mom!!"
"MOM!!!!"
"M o m."
"Mom."
(Sigh) "Mom."
And this is just the first 15 minutes of our day.
But,
Maybe Mr. Khalid had a bunch of kids and was num to constant battering of questions 24/7, and found a CIA interrogation a piece of cake by comparison. Maybe the CIA had no choice. I mean, my God, if I can survive the teenage years and the constant battering of "I wannas", I think could survive swimming the English channel, when I hate cold water, hate water up my nose, fear water where I can't see the bottom and dislike how I look in a bathing suit... whitout ever giving away a government secret.
"Mom?"
"MOM!"
Oh, hears a shock. Just now while I'm peacefully writing, Brian is screaming my name, well not my name, my title (MOM) from the front yard, of course we all know Brian wants me to get up from here rather than him having to come in the house and find me.
Hmmm ... how long can I sit here and endure the sound of my name being screamed from the front yard?
"MOM??"
Damn, I need to get up ... I actually like my neighbors.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
PS. I know there are many of you great Dads out there who also experience this on a daily basis (times 10) feel free to insert "DAD!" where ever you see the word Mom. Because you are probably hearing "Dad?" while reading this and a long list of "Honey dos" from your wife, girlfriend, aging mother etc.
I'VE BEEN TAGGED WITH THE ZODIAC MEME
TAGGING RULES:
1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth.
4. Highlight, underline or bold the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving them a comment.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when yours is up!
My Month Is:
JULY Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparky. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homey person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Likes sex. Incredible redhead....just ask me. Oh, and modest too.
I hope the bloggers I’ve chosen have some fun with this ... or they are allowed to want to kill me.
The Play At Home Mom
My Two Boys
Crash Test Mommy
Daring Young Mom
Mom Logic
Green and Gold Rugby (This one is for the guys, and no, this blog won't be posting a meme any time soon unless it is a "Give Blood - Play Rugby" or "Only Ruggers Eat Their Dead" type meme, and even then they'd probably rather drink a pint and discuss the last time they separated their shoulder and still played and partied after ... yes folks ... I am a recovering x-rugby players x wife...)
Oh The Joys
Pundit Mom
Kellyology
Here In Idaho
Procrastamom
Yodel Anecdotal
The Twelve Months
JANUARY Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.
FEBRUARY Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
MARCH Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.
APRIL Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.
MAY Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.
JUNE Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
JULY Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparky. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homey person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
AUGUST Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.
SEPTEMBER Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
OCTOBER Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
NOVEMBER Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
DECEMBER Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
PS. To bring you up to date on Brian...
Brian now has his third gym lock and a set of someone else's gym clothes from the lost and found. Depending on how his PE teachers view his attire, he could either be Ted Young by reading the bold name on his shorts, or Miguel Ortiz by the bold name written back of his shirt. Sooooooo why did I pay $25.00 for gym clothes last Septmeber?
PLEASE LORD NOT AGAIN
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"I didn't bring my gym clothes home this weekend..."
"That's ok, bring them home on Monday and we'll wash them then..."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Uh, well I don't have them..."
"Huh?"
"I need another lock..."
"A GYM lock?"
"Uh... I think so ... it's gone.."
"And your second set of gym clothes...?"
"Gone..."
(Yes, that is my head exploding).
For those of you that need a refresher on this story, click here: Discovery
I'm not sure Brian will make it to 18. I am, after all, a redhead...
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
THE TEENAGE BOY FOOD PYRAMID
Many years ago, the U.S. Department of Agriculture created a powerful and enduring icon - the Food Guide Pyramid. As an alternative to the USDA's pyramid, teenage boys everywhere built their own version of the Healthy Eating Pyramid. I submit for your review Brian's idea of the perfect Food Pyramid:
The Fats\Oils\Sweet Group:
The Dairy Group:
The Meat\Fish\Nut Group:
The Vegetable Group:
The Fruit Group:
The Cereal\Bread Group:
The Rice\Pasta Group:
Daily Water - 8 Servings:
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
REDHEADISMS
There is nothing more sad than a dog's face in the morning when the boy of the house has left for school.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
SEPTEMBER MOURNING
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Why do I have to go back to school so soon?"
"Well... when would you like Easter vacation to be over?"
"Next September."
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
I CHANGED MY MIND IS A TEENAGE MANTRA
"Mom, can you help me study the lines to my part?"
"Oh...ok... what part did you end up with?"
Silence
Silence
"C h a r m i n g."
"As in ...?"
"P r i n c e C h a r m i n g."
Roll of boy eyes.
"Oh"
(Well Brian does have my pale white skin, big blue eyes, blond hair and broad shoulders...type casting?)
"Yeah... I'm married to Snow White and she's suppose to be a nag."
"Mom is liking this play already! ... I thought you were never going back...?"
"No ... it's cool ... Kylie is Snow White...my nagging wife."
(Kylie is 4 inches taller than Brian and they have been friends for 4 years)
"Besides, Mom ... I wasn't really THAT upset..."
"Huh?"
(What do I know ...? I'm just the Mom...)
Until next time -
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
HOW TO KNOW WHEN YOUR CHILD THINKS YOU AREN'T SEXY
"Mom?"
"Coming..."
"Mom?"
"Yes ... what...? It's late Brian you should be asleep..."
"Can you please take Boonie to bed with you...?... She keeps farting, and the smell is keeping me awake..."
***
How many of you would like to guess where Boonie-the-dog spent her night?
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY, OR HONOR A REDHEAD DAY...
I say to you-
..."Na tri ruda is deacra do thuigsint san domhan, — inntleacht na mban, obair na mbeach, teacht is imtheacht na taoide...."
Which means ~ The three most imcomprehensible things in the world: The mind of a woman, the labour of the bees, the ebb and flow of the tide."
La Fheile Padraig Sona dar gcairde agus teaghlach!
Love,
Catherine Mary
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
JUST THINK OF HAPPY THINGS AND YOUR HEART WILL FLY ON WINGS...
Like most parents, I have enjoyed living under the delusion, that in my child's life, I am the super hero . If there is a problem, I'll throw on my super hero cape and fly to the rescue. In the 13 years my son has been on this earth, I have restored his faith while leaping small buildings with a single bound. There wasn't a problem I couldn't help solve. But like the young bird that learns to fly from the nest, after a certain age, I can't put on my cape and save him from the world anymore. The world is now sneaking in, under my front door, and making its way into our little wonderful life.
Yesterday, a dejected boy meets me at the door, face drawn and eyes swollen.
"I didn't get the part I wanted..."
Large crocodile tears well up in his eyes. Before I can put down my laptop bag, he races into my arms, burying his face in my chest. I briefly wonder, when did he get so tall ...where is my little boy? I realize he is quietly sobbing in my arms, not wanting anyone to hear his anguish. My heart goes straight to my throat. I know this is one of those painful life lessons I can't protect him from, or change. It takes the strength of Hercules for parents to hold on to our emotions when our children are in despair. Being that I am of the menopausal years, being a woman in general, and being a woman with red hair, it was all I could do not to sit down and have a good cry with him. If our children only knew how we suffer when they grieve.
I hold him in my arms for as long as he wants. I can't remember the last time he cried this hard, or let me hold him so long. His hair doesn't smell of baby powder and oatmeal anymore. He smells like a boy. I ponder how much longer I am going to be able to stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head. It just goes by too damn fast.
Pretty soon he looks up at me, his face swollen with tears and a nose full of snot, "I don't want to go back," he mumbles. Another hard part of being a parent: making our kids do things they don't want to do because we know they must. "Boobello, if mommy stopped getting out of bed because life didn't go exactly the way I planned I'd be still in the bed at my parent's house...and smelling pretty bad..." He manages a short laugh. What I want to say is "Go ahead and stay a child and I'll stay the same age.... uh... and we'll live happily ever after!" But that only happens in fairy tales, where the
Instead of telling Brian to stay home for the rest of his life, we make chocolate chip cookies and watch a movie. I tell him stories of how misfortune has turned out positively for me. I am not sure he is convinced. He falls asleep in his clothes on the couch. I cover him with his favorite blanket and Boonie the dog makes her way to his side.
It can break a mom's heart to watch our Peter Pans grow up.
Sigh.
Second to the right, and straight on till morning...
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
GOD HOW I LOVE PROJECTS
Ex-husband Terry enters my front door, "Why is Brian sitting outside, not speaking?"
I scowl, "Two words. School project."
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
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AH HA MOMENTS
We parents can be a foolish bunch. We often think the minute there is a birthday, our children automatically take on the behaviors associated with a particular age. If he's turning two we think he's suddenly going to start screaming, "NO!" at the top of his lungs every time we ask a simple question; if he's turning three we wait for him to begin throwing himself down in the middle of the supermarket isle, with head-banging, tear-faced abandon, when he can't have a box of Frosted Flakes; or on midnight of his eighth birthday he's suddenly going to pick up a book take to reading with the same intensity that he adores video games. Sometimes we foolish people known as parents believe teenage behaviors don't rear their lovely head until our child passes the birthday which ends in "teen". God save us if it starts sooner. God bless us if it never begins at all. If you happen to be one of those parents with perfect teenagers, God balances it by allowing the rest of us parents to dislike you and make fun of your clothes.
Being one of the foolish parents, imagine my surprise when it dawns on me that Brian is exhibiting teen behavior ... NOW ... while he's 12. But wait, I shake my fist at God. No, it can't be happening yet. But I'm not ready. Don't you love the universe's sense of fun? It's rather like the Uncle who throws you in the middle of a cold lake and yells, "Swim!"
My "ah ha Brian is a teenager!" moment occurred after he watched the following video for the 4,000 time:
(If the above video isn't working for you, it can be viewed by clicking here: MadTV Stuart on YouTube)
Well folks, guess what he likes practicing now?
Yep, with teenage girls it's lots of giggles ... with teenage boys it's ...
fart sounds.
Ah ha - he's either now a teenager... or a grown man masquerading as a Rugby player.
Oh the joys of parenting.
Brian now has a "fart" answer for everything.
Red wine works well as a sound buffer too...
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
DOG DREAMS
"Brian! Please come in here and feed your dog."
"BUT MOM! I just fed her yesterday!"
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
FORGIVE ME
I apologize to all my regular readers for not posting my regular "Weekly Friday Gratitude" for a while now. I haven't forgotten, nor have I neglected to be grateful. It is that a great many of the performances, that I am involved with, land on the weekend, and Fridays have been kicking by butt. BUT! I need to stop and give gratefulness it's due.
So here I go...
I am grateful for Brian, his laughter, my family, my friends KB, Elisabet, Laura, and Tracie, Boonie the dog, laughter in general, music, jazz, spring, sunshine, red wine, dark chocolate, menopause, more red wine, definitely more dark chocolate, life, Brian's friends, my doctors, roses, the food on our table, the money in my wallet, the opportunities before me, more dark chocolate, love, the birds that sing outside my bedroom window every morning, St Anthony for always finding everything I lose, St Jude for listening but not yet responding - can you please hurry up?, walking barefoot, my garden, dancing, and hope.
I am also very grateful for the following people who stop by this blog and leave their wonderful messages. A big thank you goes to:
Theresa at www.rainypamplona.blogspot.com< a> ; Allie the commenter with no blog; Brent at www.ominouscomma.com ; Small Town RN at www.latitude49.blogspot.com (my mother is a retired nurse...); Bob, who always makes me laugh at www.fromthesaltycity.blogspot.com ; Husar at www.husar.us ; Lisa at www.omywordblog.blogspot.com ; Dennis at www.impsplayground.blogspot.com ; Yukon Jen at www.yukonjen.com ; Kevin at www.kevinnumerick.com/blog ; The Dorky Dad (aren't they all...?) at www.dorkydad.com ; People in the Sun at www.peopleinthesun.com ; and sweet Don at www.gamoonbat.blogspot.com ; lovely Lisa Marie at www.hippiespelunker.com and finally Kathie at www.ejourn.net/journal . Thank you all from the bottom of my heart for your wonderful comments and caring enough to stop by. Please click on over and visit these wonderful people.
Also, a special thank you to all the readers I don't know, but who are part of the 12,000 plus people who stop by here each month. It is my dream to make you laugh, and leave you feeling better for stopping by and reading my musings. You are an important part of my dream and thank you for coming by to read me. I hope that I make you laugh... and rest easy knowing that there is at least one redhead out there who is still speaking to you.
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
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LET THE TORMENTING BEGIN
"Mom...?"
"Yes...?"
"Can you help me build a Myspace page tonight...?"
Until next time-
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com
WHEN YOU WERE AN INFANT, CRYING ALL NIGHT LONG, ALWAYS WANTING TO BE HELD, I USED TO PRAY FOR A NIGHT LIKE THIS...
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"George invited me over to spend the night tonight. Can I go?"
"Sure... need any help packing stuff?"
"No ... I got it."
"Are they here to get you already?"
"Yeah Mom ... I gotta go ... are you going to be ok?"
"Oh my God, your mother has a life you know! Go have fun!"
"Ok, bye Mom ... I love you."
"I love you too."
Three hours later in the peace and quiet of our home...
I've opened the refrigerator 17 times ... you aren't in there.
I wanted to call you three times but thought better of it. You should really love me for that.
I found myself watching one of your programs and then needed a big glass of wine.
I walked the dog ... we both pouted.
I tried to read my Dreamweaver book ... I got through two sentences before I picked up one of your Bionicles.
I've folded all the laundry ... even matched all the socks... I really hate socks.
I washed my hair brush.
I plucked my eyebrows.
I curled up in your chair with your blanket.
Yeah ... I'm fine.
Love,
Your Mom.
Until next time,
C
http://www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com