Today was a major fumble day for me. I pride myself on being conscientious but today made it obvious that I am a bit off kilter. I signed up to take a parent education class for piano and have spent the last month trying to line up a sitter for my girls so I can attend said class on Wednesday. I even responded to an email from the instructor who confirmed the day and time as Tuesday at 10am saying, "I'll be there!" Then I checked my email after a playdate today to find out that I was a no show! Of course I spent the next ten minutes scouring my emails to try and find evidence that the mistake had not been mine but to no avail. Every correspondence we had mentioned the class being on Tuesday but for some reason I put it on my calendar for Wednesdays. I feel like I've been zapped with a stun gun. It didn't help either that the day started off with my youngest daughter leaving pen marks on our piano teacher's newly cleaned sofa.
ACK! I say.
Hopefully some sleep will help.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
The Ride Resumes!
Okay so it's been a while. I've also realized that what I intended my blog to be about has been anything but. Maybe that's not completely true because the "ride" is ultimately my life and the ride really changed when my Dad died. I looked through my entries over the last year and it seems the only time I make an entry is when I'm missing him. When the empty hole in my life can only be appeased by the tapping of the keys on the keyboard in hopes that I can summon enough strength to move to the next day. Well, today is one of those days. Today he would have been 76. Happy Birthday to you, Dad. I miss you!
But the Crazy Ride has actually been moving along at quite a clip and I'm sorry to admit I haven't done such a good job of documenting it. (That photo was taken as we packed the last of our things into a 26' truck the day after Christmas.) Our dream to move to Colorado has not only materialized but slapped us completely silly. We have moved to Golden, Colorado and it happened in less than six weeks. So here I sit with my computer on a kid-size table practically in the closet of a tiny room (thanks to my husband for getting me up and running because I can only type so much on my phone). We are renting a small house until our house in Kentucky sells and we can find one that won't break us here. We are enjoying the sunny Colorado days and I've even made it to the mountains once already. So let's fire up this Crazy Ride again and see where it takes us. The house shopping ride should be quite entertaining for anyone who knows how picky my husband is or the sleep issues have more than reared their ugly heads or perhaps we can talk about my attempts to live a greener life. Hell, even opening a bank account seems to be a comedic pain! Regardless, I'll try to get back here a little more often in the coming days.
But today I must say this a few times: I miss my Dad! I miss my Dad! I miss my Dad! I think he would be proud of us but would not have wanted me to leave. He would commend us on not biting off more than we could chew but criticize something else about the way we moved. He wouldn't be my Dad if he didn't do that. No matter what negative remark he would have made, I would still welcome the opportunity to hear it for myself. I would love to be able to call him right now and wish him a happy birthday. I'll have to send it to him with the tapping of my keys.
But the Crazy Ride has actually been moving along at quite a clip and I'm sorry to admit I haven't done such a good job of documenting it. (That photo was taken as we packed the last of our things into a 26' truck the day after Christmas.) Our dream to move to Colorado has not only materialized but slapped us completely silly. We have moved to Golden, Colorado and it happened in less than six weeks. So here I sit with my computer on a kid-size table practically in the closet of a tiny room (thanks to my husband for getting me up and running because I can only type so much on my phone). We are renting a small house until our house in Kentucky sells and we can find one that won't break us here. We are enjoying the sunny Colorado days and I've even made it to the mountains once already. So let's fire up this Crazy Ride again and see where it takes us. The house shopping ride should be quite entertaining for anyone who knows how picky my husband is or the sleep issues have more than reared their ugly heads or perhaps we can talk about my attempts to live a greener life. Hell, even opening a bank account seems to be a comedic pain! Regardless, I'll try to get back here a little more often in the coming days.
But today I must say this a few times: I miss my Dad! I miss my Dad! I miss my Dad! I think he would be proud of us but would not have wanted me to leave. He would commend us on not biting off more than we could chew but criticize something else about the way we moved. He wouldn't be my Dad if he didn't do that. No matter what negative remark he would have made, I would still welcome the opportunity to hear it for myself. I would love to be able to call him right now and wish him a happy birthday. I'll have to send it to him with the tapping of my keys.
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