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  1. intermission

    January 30, 2009 by shishnit

    At the Eagles concert. The geriatrics are taking a big long break. Better that than heart attacks I suppose. Also better for me than being at work. They played boys of summer and I cried. I fell in love the summer that song came out.

    Let it be known that the bitch beside me can’t dance even though she thinks she’s sexy in her high waisted mom jeans and 1980′s bangs.

    Edited after the concert to add: The Eagles played 2 and a half hours. Rock and Roll kept them young. The concert was awesome. Don Henley’s voice is still perfect. Sooo worth the traffic jam in the rain beforehand and the SUPERBOWL only parking lots right now in Tampa.

    check it out


  2. Christmas cards

    December 17, 2008 by shishnit

    Some years I’ve skipped this tradition.  This year I didn’t. If you’d like a card from my family to your’s, drop me an email at poetical girl@hotmail.com (minus the space) with your mailing address and I’ll be happy to send one  your way.  Boxx this definitely means you too.  Can’t find your address…. :-(


  3. Thanks living

    November 28, 2008 by shishnit

    I have spent the last few years being thankful every single day so on this holiday I feel no differently, save for Turkey hangover.  I’m sitting in my library with a hot bowl of turkey soup in front of me.  Yes, I boil the carcass and make soul the minute I’ve put everything away after dinner.  My favorite kid is watching TV in the living room…..love that he’s here….just within feet of me.  My husband is crashed in the bedroom listening to football blasting through his sleepyhead.  Chloe is at my feet begging for some soup. ahhh….this life…this sweet life of mine is utterly and completely good.  Everything about it right now is perfect….

    Now if my blog wasn’t being hacked constantly I’d be in good shape.


  4. a’goin to the DMV

    August 28, 2008 by shishnit

    I remember his first birthday morning.  I cried.  I didn’t sob.  I cried, because my baby would never technically be a baby again.

    His first day at pre-school I got really choked up but managed to shed only a few stray tears.  My toddler was a’goin to school and he would never be a mere playing like a fool toddler again. (ohh how I fondly remember how he would ask me for a hog gog every day after pre-school)  A “hog gog” being a hot dog from this awesome place, Sheetz, in PA. 

    His first day of kindergarten happened when we moved to Florida.  He was nearly 6 when he started school and he was all blue eyes and smiles and his backpack was twice the size of him it seemed.  I cried that day too.  A new state to live in, a new school to go to, and he took it all in stride.

    I’ve cried many other moments and days since then.

    But today he called me saying “Mom, Dad says that YOU have my birth certificate, and I need it so I can go to the DMV and file for my permit tomorrow.”

    I will drive home tonight and take it over to his Dad’s house tonight and drop it in the mailbox because my baby needs it.

    After I cry…just a few tears….or more. My baby took his written test and passed the first go around.  My baby….*sob* My baby is old enough to drive a car.

     

     


  5. we are moved

    April 27, 2008 by shishnit

    we are finally moved.  i took the entire week off and we moved.  i’m pretty much done except for the new libary/office room and i can’t find my camera cord to upload my photos.  i’m happy, not very well rested after vacation but happy.  very very happy.  i have much to be thankful for. 

    life always doles out blessings, even when we think we’ve surely been robbed – me