Sunday Scribblings #24

I know I'm late with this one but I was a little distracted with baking this weekend, lol. This weeks prompt is "A Winter's Tale".

Now I am not a big fan of cold, snow or Winter but winter in Arizona is bearable for me. We don't really get snow here even though we are in the mountains but the wind is what gets you every time, at least that's how I feel. I am a cold loving person, unlike my daughter who, as you can see from this picture, loved playing in the snow at my mother's house last year.



Now hubby on the hand can handle the snow. He grew up in Idaho where it really snows, you know where you have snow days from school, have to actually dig your car out of the snow to get to work. That's not for me. I am from California, the Bay Area to be exact, where it doesn't snow. It rains, flood days are the norm there. But since we live in an area that doesn't do snow and we don't have to worry about it really I think we will stay.

Sunday Scribblings #23

This week's prompt is Forbidden. These are just some random thoughts I have on the subject.

• Years ago (and in some places it still is) it would be forbidden for my husband and I to be together
• why are certain books banned?
• There are some couples that are still taboo
  
• When it comes to my dog, there are certain things that are forbidden

Sunday Scribblings #23

This week's prompt is Invitation.

This is a good one since Savie's birthday is coming up in 2 months. I am trying to decide what I what to do for her birthday but I have to make sure that there invitation. I think that is one of the important parts of a party. I've seen some really interesting ones from the other moms, like the E-vite which works for a lot of us since most of us are online. There's handing them out but most of the time I won't remember to have them on me. Then there is the old stand by, mailing them. Is it sad to say that I don't know most of their last names? Or their addresses?

Sunday Scribblings #22

This weeks Scribble is Coffee, or daily addictions if you want. I'm going with coffee since I it's an addiction I have under control, lol.


Most days I have a a cup of coffee at home but the days that I work I have coffee at school. I don't want to have more than one cup in a day especially since I don't eat a lot during the day. Most of the summer I haven't needed coffee so I have only been making half a pot (little does my husband now), because I don't like the taste of day old coffee. I love the smell of brewing coffee, it's one of the reason I go to the coffee shops. But the smell of roasted coffee smells like burning broccoli to me, I don't know why but ti does. I have a whole routine when it comes to making coffee and since I am the one to make it, it has to be done a certain way.

1. Fill the water (enough for about 6 cups at least, who knows I might want a cup when I get home at night)
   
2. Wash dishes
3. put the coffee filter in
   
4. Watch TV
5. Getting ready for bed I put the coffee in out of the freezer

Hubby has made coffee a couple of times and there is usually grounds in the coffee so he's not allowed to make it anymore. I know this is a bit of a ramble but I haven't had any coffee today, lol.

Sunday Scribblings #21

This weeks prompt is Miracle's.

• It's a miracle that my dog survived a javelina attack.
• It's a miracle that hubby has burned himself more
• It's a miracle that I have lost weight

Those are the only ones I can think of right now but I'm sure that plenty of others have some good ideas. Head on over and see what miracles they came up with.

Sunday Scribblings #20

This weeks prompt is Observation. This is what I have observed all day.

• Savie waking me up to get her something to drink (even though daddy was in the living room with her)
• Savie falling back to sleep
  
• Savie coughing on the couch
• The turtle trying to escape down the hall
• taking the turtle swimming
• Savie throwing up on the couch
• Seeing her trying to get comfortable on the couch

This has just been a hard day for her, my poor baby is sick (again) but at least it's on the weekend and I don't have to worry about trying to get out of work and getting her from school.

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This weeks prompt is "Do I have to?"

Something I hear a lot of at home and at work.
"Do I have to pick up those toys?" (even though they took them out)
"Do I have to sit at the table to eat?"

Some of my other favorites are
Do I have to wash dishes tonight? Do I have to feed Halley? Do I have to get gas today? Do I have to pay that bill right now?

I wish I had more but that's all I have tonight. My mind is a little off since I have a major storm blowing in right now.

Sunday Scribblings #18

This week's prompt is Solace and after the week I've had I need to find solace in something. To be funny I would say I found solace in a bottle of tequila but I don't think anyone would find that funny (right?). But I did take a couple of shots at home after I got Halley home. But the thing that has given me solace thru this whole thing was knowing that Halley is a strong dog. That she is ok, and will be ok, and that the car is only metal. I have to take comfort in the fact that even though she is as beat up as she is (did you look at the pictures? very messy) she is still in good moods. Even when we were at the vets office waiting to be seen, she wanted people to pet her. Yesterday I took her for a walk, even though it's hard for her to get out the door, she wanted to go. She wanted to go longer than I thought she should have. She has such a great heart that it gives me comfort that she wanted to be here, that she fought to stay and not leave me so soon.

Sunday Scribblings #17

It's Sunday and time for me to do some thinking. This week's prompt is ghosts, do you believe?

No not in the X-files kind of way but in the "life after death" kind of way. That would be. I believe there are ghosts/spirits out there and in my house and at the library and the local park ghosts are everywhere. I have no problem with them. For the most part I think they are mis-understood. I think there are plenty of them out there that had great lives, happy ones, and something happened to them.

I remember when I was in junior high or maybe even in elementary school, that a friend and I used an Ouija board to see if there were ghosts in the house that she lived in. Long story short, there was and we saw proof of it in an unsettling way. This is not the kind of ghost that I am happy with. I like the ones that move things around in the house when no one is there. You know, the ones that turn the light on in the bathroom when you know you turned it off, or put the milk back in the fridge when you left it on the counter. These are the kind of ghosts that I like. I acknowledge their presences, say thank you for putting something away for me, that kind of thing.

What about you? Do you believe? Are they out there for you? Watching over you

Sunday Scribblings #117

This weeks prompt is VISION. I can talk a lot about vision. There is the vision to see the future and not in the whole psychic way (although I know nothing about that). I mean the vision to see what you want. The vision that I have is that we, as a society, will be better and make our world a happier place. But I know that is not going to happen in my lifetime. I want my daughter to have a vision of what she wants to be, be it a SAHM or a CEO of a mega company or the president of the USA. She can be anything she wants to be. I think my vision of her is that of a sweet, loving child that is a joy to be with.
With all of the above references to my child another important vision, especially here in AZ, is vision on the road. After my scare last week I am trying to pay a little more attention to the weather report when I am out during monsoon season. My visibility was completely shot. I could barely see the BP that was in the middle of the road maybe a good 50 yards behind me.


I guess I can't talk a lot about vision, lol.

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Happy endings, we all want them right? Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel, and the rest of the princesses got ones. Even a real life princess had one for awhile. But I think we make our own happy endings. It's a question of what you want. Do you want more money? A bigger house? More kids? Myself just want to be happy. Yes it would be nice to have a bigger house, newer car, more money but for what? When I die I can't take it with me so why do I need to get all of this?


My happy ending would be in knowing that my daughter and my friends know how I feel about them. That they were loved by me and will be remembered.

(I know this is a short post but I have had a weird weekend but head over here and look around)

Sunday Scribblings #114

Nights, there are so many different things about the nights that people do. There were 1001 Arabian nights, the endless nights of zombie, sleepless nights with a new baby, bad nights when your kids are away, myself personally I like staying up at night to relax. Yes I may of had a long day but staying up is my chance to spend some me time. It may seem selfish to not go to bed at the same time as my husband but I prefer it. He snores and I don't want to have to listen to him get comfortable and shift around while I am trying to do the same thing. It's kinda nice to be up that late and not have to share the TV with anyone.

Most nights I am alone with just Halley to keep me company, watching TV maybe reading a book, maybe working on my crochet projects. I really need to get back in the habit of working on my projects since I should have finished my nieces blanket months ago, seeing as how it was her graduation present and she graduated last week, lol. Tonight is one of those nights when I am not alone, Savie is asleep on the couch and so is hubby. Every night is a new thing. Some nights it's a peaceful thing and some nights I see a parade of animals, javelina, deer, foxes, and coyotes. What do you do at night?

Sunday Scribblings #113

I think this might be becoming a habit for me on my Sunday Scribblings.

Curves
There are many curves in the world
the curve of your hand a child's face
the way your hand curves together
your child and you

the curve of their face
when they look up at you
smiling and laughing
it makes your own face curve
into a beautiful curve of your own

as your child sleeps
you are amazed by the curves you see
the curve of their face
of their shoulders as they rise and fall
the curve they have moved themselves into
all the little
and sometimes big
curves that you love

Sunday Scribblings #112

This weeks prompt is "quit" or "quitter" and this is what I've come up with.

To quit is a hard thing to do
it means to stop doing something you like
or love
to give up something you want
desire
or thrive at
can you do that?

Can you make your heart stop
beating for something you want,
something you want so bad?
Or do you continue with what you want?
to quit hearing the "No's"?
the "you can't do that"?

I for one will not quit just yet
I will not quit being a fighter
I will not quit being a friend
I will not quit
will you?

sunday scribbings # 110

Forgive me if it takes awhile to read this, I'm trying to type with a bad hand.


The telephone. It's a great invention. i don't know what I would do without it. There's so many good and bad things about it that it's hard to pick one moment in time that is just the moment for me.

There was the call i made to my father telling him about my boyfriend (at the time), telling him him his (they are the same age by the way). Or maybe it was the phone call telling my family that i was pregnant. That was a call i know my mother was waiting for. True she has four grand kids already but i am still her daughter. doesn't every mother want that for her daughter? to experience the ups and downs of being pregnant? the labor? and then holding that little bundle of joy?

those are the good phone calls, for me anyways. but there are a few that i am not looking forward to. there's the call, that will be coming, telling me that my grandmother (my last grandparent by the way) has passed. i know that it is coming but i also know that when it comes i will not be ready. i will drop the phone, i will cry and not be able to tell my daughter "what is wrong with mommy".

Because of this, i think, it's one of the reasons that i answer the phone "someone better be in the hurt" when my phone rings at odd hours of the day/night.

Sunday Scribblings # 109

FAMILY

It's a wonderful thing. most of the time. When I first met a lot of the ladies that I am now friends with we did the usual conversation "Where did you grow up? Is your family near here?" etc. I have a short version of my answers of course (third of four girls, all my family is in CA, etc) even though I love to hear about other people's family I don't really want to bore people my story. It's not a boring story or anything but it's not interesting to me. It makes me wonder, what will my daughter tell people when they ask? Will she have good things to say? Or will it be about how she uses our dog as a horse? That she loves us just as much as we love her?

I think that she will have so many stories to tell her friends. We are a family of 4 and yes one of those four is a dog. Halley is just as much a part of the family as any Savie is. I laugh when I think about how I have to spell words, not because of Savie but because Halley knows the word, lol. Yes it may sound funny but it's the true. She has a big vocabulary for a dog her age and is so well behaved, when it's just us. I don't know what I will do when she is gone.

I know most of the time I don't make sense to her, or to myself halfway the time, but there is just so much that I want to say but I'm never totally sure if my family is reading this or not. It would make it easier for me to say what I need to say. Like I said I am the third of four and since my younger sister and i are close in age you would think that we would be a little closer but we aren't. We live in the same state but barely talk to each other, even with e-mails we barely talk. It's kinda sad when yo think about it. I wish we were closer, maybe not geographically, but emotionally. I wish that things were a little better than they are now but I have to take what I can get. I have to be happy with the family that I have now, my husband, my daughter and my dog (that doesn't sound good does it?). I just want my daughter to feel loved and wanted by the family , and also by the friends, that we have around us.

Sunday Scribblings #107

This weeks prompt at Sunday Scribblings is compose.

I am not a composed person. I get easily distracted, ramble on and have a hard time thinking straight. But I think that has a lot to do with other things in my life. I am not comfortable around people and use my daughter as a shield. She is composed and ready for the world. Regardless of how much I try to tell myself that everything will be ok, I can not get over the feeling that I am not ready to be out in public. I have no good reason to be out there. But there is no way that I can leave my composed, put together child away from other people. I wish for the day that I can be as composed as she is.

Compared to other kids that we spend time with, she is composed and secure with her self. This is not me bragging, this is something that I've been told she is, by Ms. Sam's. (I love this woman by the way) I have only left her there once, for about 3 hrs. I was so glad to know that Savie was fine without me (even if she wasn't a little sad without me there, lol) and that she played with all the other kids.

My daughter is love this way, she is so willing to play with any kids, whether they are older/younger then her, playing something she doesn't know anything about. She has the composure of a child much older than herself. I wish for that.

Sunday Scribblings #106

this week's prompt is Fearless, something I really wish I was. My list of fears is short but they are valid even if they don't make a lot of sense.

For example, I am afraid of heights
but I love roller coasters.

I wish I had my daughter's fearless-ness.

She is more than willing to do something like this without a second thought.

She is willing to go and ask another kid to play with her, even when we are in the store. She is such a wiling child. I don't want my fears to rub off on her but when I see moments like this



and I know there is no way that is going to happen.

Sunday Scribblings #105

I started this Sat night and here it is Monday night and I am just now finishing, that's not good.

So the Photograph is a the prompt for this Sunday. I love taking pictures, I bought a digital camera about a year and a half ago because I was taking so many pictures of my daughter and couldn't wait for them to be developed (plus we live 45 minutes away from the closet place that does it). But I couldn't stop taking pictures. When I finally got my digital, after weeks of looking at them and pricing them mind you, I bought one that fit me. A simple, easy camera that took okay pictures but also took video which meant that we, or rather I, didn't have to lug out the big old camera he has that for some reason doesn't hold a charge on the battery.

The first year there were so many pictures of Savie at the house we were living in, I took pictures of her every chance i got. Especially in outfits that family had bought her. I wanted them to know that I got the outfits, they fit, and we loved them. But were there pictures of me anywhere? Nope. Not if I could help it. Her first birthday came and went and I had amassed about 200 pictures just from my digital.
The second year was probably close to that. We were walking and learning to do things. Have to have pictures of that. We were trying new foods. Had to have pictures of the mess we made. Digital camera:200 Film Camera:0

And now we are working our way thru our third year and the number is getting higher. I think I can count on one hand how many pictures there are of me in all of that. I am on the one who takes pictures on outings, on road trips, on Easter and Christmas and Birthdays. I am the photographer there is no need for me to be in any of them. I am the record keeper.

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Sunday Scribblings #104

This Sundays Scribbling is out of this world (pun intended).

I believe in other worlds, other planets and all of that. Yes you may be thinking something along the lines of how Men In Black showed it. The whole marble is a universe thing, yeah I can believe it. Who are we to say that we are the only ones, in the known universe, that are smart enough to think this way. We are not that smart. There is something out there, who knows where, but somewhere there are things/peoples/aliens watching us and laughing at us.

Or maybe it's something like The Matrix and we are all connected to something and don't even realize it. We could be something that is so much bigger than ourselves that we aren't even aware of it.

There are plenty of movies out there that have put this theory out there and for the most part, we as a society have taken them as just movies, laughing at people who really believe in everything that happened at Area 51.

What about ghost? Whose to say that they are the only way that other lifeforms can connect with us on this planet, it's the only form that some of us would recognize. Maybe that is the only way that some of us will be to accept that we are not alone. (man that sounds kinda cliche doesn't it?)


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