What Did You Do? Wednesdays

Calling all fall fanatics, adventurous organizers, exercise procrastinators, perfectionists unable to make a move unless they're certain it will turn out with ultimate precision, messy Marvins, and any other category you put yourself in ~ stop by each Wednesday and share what you did that week. Big things, little things, adventurous things, nothin' much things, somethin' special things....doesn't matter.

Share your just one thing on What Did You Do? Wednesdays!

Monday, July 26, 2010

Happy Birthday, Big Girl

Even though, just last week, I consoled M. during a collapsed-to-the-floor, head-in-her-hands cry that it must be hard to be almost three ("Yes!  It IS hard!" she replied.), today was an easy breezy day, a super fun day, an exceptionally great day to TURN three.

Here are a few shots that sum up her enjoyment of this July 26th.

Ooooo!  I just love you SOOO much!!!  I can't imagine life without you.  Such a sweetie girl.  What an absolute joy you are.   Happy Birthday, babe.

Monday, July 12, 2010


At 1pm today my closest girlfriend began her 3rd round of chemo since she was first diagnosed 5.5 years ago.  I remember the day she called to tell me about her initial diagnosis.  She had just given birth to her 2nd child two months prior.  The hormones from the pregnancy catapulted the cancer's spread in her body, and it was already metastasized, stage 4.  Originally breast cancer, straight into bone cancer, and now liver cancer.  I HATE that word.....cancer.

I was 18 years old for less than 3 weeks when I originally met Kim.  She was my first-year college roommate.  She had arrived first, with her family, to begin the set-up of our dorm room living quarters.  Although we had talked a couple of times on the phone, move-in day was our initial face-to-face encounter.  She was warm and welcoming, polite and full of manners, outgoing and a bundle of self-assured energy, offering a hearty, sincere laugh.
I had my pants on inside out.  Yeah, you read it right.  I had my pants on inside out.  That was me.  I had my own style, my own unusual, marching to my own beat, I'll do and say what I want style. (Trust me.  With the way the flowered pattern on the outside shown through on the inside, those pants looked SO much cooler inside out.)

Kim never cared that my pants were inside out, and I could tell.  Was it something she would have done?  Well, who would have is the question?  But nonetheless, I just knew she was a non-judgmental, solid and secure soul.  And so it was, my first, mostly awful year of college.  But with Kim, through that year we laughed.  Oh! How! We! Laughed!  And as I recall, most of that laughing commenced past the hour of 10pm, sometimes into the wee morning hours.  From one 9-month period of living with her, I have memories that will stay with me to the end of my time.

There were a few years post college that we didn't keep in touch a ton, but as our first-born children arrived into each of our lives, our calls to each other picked up again.  And how eternally happy I am that they did.  She was THE ONE friend who was there for me when my dad was dying and had passed.  She was the first person I told, besides my husband, when he he died.  She always knew the right thing to say.  Always.  I'll never forget her arrival at his visitation.  She drove over an hour in the cold, Wisconsin wintery weather, by herself to support my mom and me.  Her hair was very short and curly, having just grown to that point after her first round of chemo finished.  She was one of the first people to arrive, and about the last to leave.  She escaped with my daughter to the tv room to sit with her and watch a video so my little (at the time) 2.5 year old could escape the confusion of all that was going on around her.

Her presence there was about the best thing I could have ever asked for. I remember when I laid my eyes on her in that receiving line.  So much about that night was a blur, but I remember Kim was wearing a soft pink sweater.  I liked that.  I really liked that.  I love color, and I hate death.  I hate the dark colors that go with death.  Her pink sweater, her meaningful hug, and even the fact that we laughed a little.....my dad would have loved it too.  He was a particular fan of hers, and this latest health news, especially, would have really gripped him.

Life is unfair, and Kim's battle is just another proof of that.  I can only hope she knows that I am there for her, in whatever way she needs, as she was and continues to be for me.  Because oh, the laughing we have yet to do!!

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Scaredy Frog

It is VERY humid here.  It's the kind of humidity that feels like you walked into a steam room when you step outdoors.  Wanting to stay inside, we took a trip to the library in the morning.  Then it was on to the mall this afternoon for the Tuesday craft at the toy store.

We were in there awhile when M. (almost 3) was suddenly extremely frightened and crying for me (I knew where she was, but she didn't see me) like a mad woman.  She was terrified, yelling "Mommy" and physically shaking.  I hurried over to her, calling her name so she'd see me behind her.  She RAN to me, clung to my legs, stomped her feet with her arms up like I HAD to pick her up or the most evil monster in the universe might rip her apart.

"FIGTHER!! FIGHTER!!"  She screamed and stuffed her face in my neck like she just wanted to disappear into me.  "Where's there a spider?" I asked her.  "It was probably just a toy.  Do you want to show me?"  "NOOO!!! I WANT TO GO HOME!!!"  More sobbing, more shaking and more pointing to the entrance.

It didn't me more than a beat or two to figure it out.  Ooooohhh, there were these little African dwarf frogs in clear containers for sale.  Not wanting to traumatize my bug....and now frog phobic babe any further, we exited the store quickly.

Aren't people's personalities, likes, dislikes, talents, idiosyncrasies, interests and fears just so interesting??  This is the child who, just the other day, I found perched on the top of the couch preparing to leap onto the cushions with her own little dare devil froggy jump.  This is the child who, even when I raised my voiced to tell her "no", eyed me up and jumped anyway.

Hopefully, in the future, she'll find her prince right away and won't have to kiss any frogs!

Photo acknowledgment:  www.sodahead.com

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Thoughtful Thursday - Jiminy Cricket

If Jiminy Cricket is a cricket, then why is he green?  Crickets are black.  Grasshoppers are green.  Did he change his name to misrepresent his roots, his upbringing, his family history?  Was he ashamed of his heritage?  I want to know, I want to know.

Ah, patience, young grasshopper.....


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