Why is it...?

-Why is it that when I am on the phone that is a signal for kids to ask me questions?

-Why is it that I go into a room to get something & I forget what it was that I went in there for?

-Why is it that when we buy something special that we've been saving for a major appliance or car breaks?

-Why is it that if there is a 50/50 chance of being right, I pick the wrong one?

-Why is it that when I am driving & need to turn around I usually pick a dead end street?

-Why is it that when one child is having a great day the other can't behave?

-Why is it that when the one child that usually sleeps through the night trades places with the one that typically has trouble?

-Why is it that when you go to rent a movie, you can never remember what movies you wanted to see?

-Why is it that when I sit down to update this blog my thoughts scatter?

Yup, this is about right....

Anyone that knows me and how my mind works understands this post. I haven't "felt" or been "normal" for a while now, medically. I wish that I could take a vaca from myself, my mind, and from weird things that keep popping up. I don't want to be a hypochondriac...I don't choose to feel like a nut, but sometimes I just do!

Freakish Fears?

I am a tad bit superstitious. Is that wrong? Sometimes I throw spilled salt over my shoulders; I cross off black cats from my path, and I knock on wood. Yes, I also cannot bring myself to wash clothes on New Year's Day for fear of washing someone out of the family (death of a loved one). Kind of nuts, I know. I really don't want believe that bad things will happen, but deep down there is a part of me that is uneasy. I even hesitate to say things out loud (or write them) fearing that I will ultimately jinx my statement or to make a fear reality. Is that kind of crazy, or am I just actually speaking up about a nagging voice that others have as well but no one will speak of (for fear of being deemed crazy)? Crazy loves company....

And So It Goes....

One of my favorite movie quotes from Steel Magnolias declares, "Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face." Hidden in the humor the truth that time is going on around us rings true. When I look around at my family I see it. I've been married seven years this August. My oldest will turn six, and my little girl will be three! The baby is nearly six months old. How did this happen? Where does the time go? Seasons come and seasons go but the love of true friends and family last forever throughout them!