OK...picture this.
Young girl walks into a tattoo parlor and asks "Is my mom here?"
While this may not seem weird to some people, it sure as heck felt strange for me. That's right everyone. My mom got her first tattoo yesterday. I'm so very proud of her. My dad got his a few months ago and it was awesome too. There's a story behind the sudden urge to get tattoos, but that story is best told by my mom on her blog. I just wanted to take a moment and give her a big thumbs up and say way to go Squirrelly!!
Meanwhile back at the ranch...
Today was a ramblin kind of day. I have been off from school for a two week break and so far it hasn't been much of a break. It's been one thing after another. So much for my grand plans to read a book (that I picked and for sheer pleasure), organize the house, get caught up on paperwork, and take a nap. I did manage to get "caught up" on my household paperwork only to realize that you never really quite catch up on paperwork. There's always a pile of it that sneaks up on you just when you think you are finished. It's like a couple of rabbits. You walk out of the room for one second and when you come back it has procreated all over your office!!!
I did manage to go through my office closet and my son's room on my hiatus. I begin classes again on Monday which also is the start of my internship. I'm not sure how much else I can get done before then. Oh well...c'est la vie!! For those of you that don't know me very well, I am an organizing freak!! Disorder and chaos cause me anxiety. Trust me...I will get this done even though I would love nothing more than to simply sit back and relax. I listen to what the voices tell me to do :) Thanks mom. Thanks dad. You did this to me didn't you :)
I'm not all about boring! I did have some fun this past weekend in Louisville. I had the pleasure of visiting one of my very best friends and confidants as well as her husband (whom I adore). Trust me ladies...everyone needs an Aaron!! I had a blast. It was one of those rare opportunities when I got to take off sans kids and enjoy a little spontaneity. Sarah and Aaron laughed at me quite a few times because I didn't know what I wanted to do while I was there. I couldn't imagine someone actually asking me what I wanted to do and I wasn't limited by children. You don't give a mom that kind of freedom!! It will make her head explode because she's not used to having so many options. What do people do in their "free" time?
We went out and ate at a great cafe (get this...) at 9:30 at night. How freakin cool is that? Then I got to witness a girl fight in the parking lot across the street from the restaurant. The cops showed up and everything. Needless to say, my senses were overwhelmed and we made our way back to their apartment. Sarah and I went out the next afternoon while Aaron was working and enjoyed a stroll down Bardstown Road. Once again the looming question of what do we want to do came up. We wound up hitting the local Barnes and Noble (a favorite past time for myself and Sarah). We looked around for a while, got some Starbucks (loved the spinach and feta stuffed pretzel), and went back to the apartment. We were going to venture out to Bardstown Road again but our sleepiness got the best of us. We watched a cute movie called Son of Rambow and said our goodnites. I had so much fun that I didn't want to leave the next day but I knew I had to go. So, thanks Sarah and Aaron for reminding this mommy what it's like to have a little freedom every once in a while. I deeply love my children but every mom needs to get away now and then!!
Now that I have rambled on profusely...I need to get back to the real world and wait for ER's season premiere tonite. Missy loved this show so it's kind of bittersweet to watch because it is the final season. Hope you have a great night!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Home sweet home...
I am experiencing something very new in my life.
We moved into a subdivision in October of last year to my great delight. I am not a country girl by any means! We have lived in the boonies most of our married life. I have ran off escaped cows, listened to coyotes fight outside my bedroom window, had the tee total snot scared out of me by various glowing eyes in the dark, dodged diving bats, and watched big snakes eat live frogs out on my patio. I am not built for that kind of life! I do not like it Sam I Am!
I can honestly say moving was one of the best decisions we have made. We live in a peaceful subdivision, but it is still in a very rural area. It is honestly the best of both worlds. Charlie gets to go hunting about 2 minutes away and I have neighbors (beautiful glorious neighbors). Every person I have met is super friendly. Charlie has even found a few buddies in the neighborhood. He and the boys get together just about every weekend at our house to drink a few and play. They break out the corn hole and play a few games while talking smack to each other. I get the biggest giggles out of watching them strut across the yard and dole out high fives! After they have finished playing, they retire to the deck and out pop the guitars and mandolins. It is a beautiful sound listening to Charlie and his buddy Gill play together(unless it goes on until 4 am and I worry about them waking up the neighbors). I usually go to bed before they are done but I can hear them outside the window telling jokes and singing songs that Charlie has written.
Best of all...the kids have other kids to play with. They can safely ride up and down our street and I don't have to worry. We can go out for walks and go fishing in the pond. It was quite funny yesterday because I was watching two of my neighbors kids and they were outside with my two kids. The next thing I know there are nine kids riding their bikes up and down the street laughing and having a great time. It was so cool to watch. They were just riding back and forth singing Soldier Boy and enjoying being outside.
This is exactly what Charlie and I were hoping for when we moved here. We have truly been blessed with so many new friends. I believe God truly wanted us here (there's a story there). We prayed and prayed about it and believe this is exactly where he wants us. These are the people who have welcomed us with open arms and made us feel at home. When Missy died in January, we had only been living here for 2 months, but everyone was so kind and asked if there was anything they could do. Imagine that...two months and we were swarmed with offers of food and babysitting. Where else can you find that?
I look forward to the third Thursday of the month because the ladies of the neighborhood get together and play bingo. One of the ladies, Linda, invites us into her home and makes a great dinner and we play and chat and laugh. We are also trying to get a block party together for October and we are trying to put together some boxes of goodies to send to Linda's son's battalion in Iraq for Christmas. This is the kind of neighborhood I have dreamed about. I feel so blessed to have this opportunity in our lives to connect with some truly extraordinary people.
We moved into a subdivision in October of last year to my great delight. I am not a country girl by any means! We have lived in the boonies most of our married life. I have ran off escaped cows, listened to coyotes fight outside my bedroom window, had the tee total snot scared out of me by various glowing eyes in the dark, dodged diving bats, and watched big snakes eat live frogs out on my patio. I am not built for that kind of life! I do not like it Sam I Am!
I can honestly say moving was one of the best decisions we have made. We live in a peaceful subdivision, but it is still in a very rural area. It is honestly the best of both worlds. Charlie gets to go hunting about 2 minutes away and I have neighbors (beautiful glorious neighbors). Every person I have met is super friendly. Charlie has even found a few buddies in the neighborhood. He and the boys get together just about every weekend at our house to drink a few and play. They break out the corn hole and play a few games while talking smack to each other. I get the biggest giggles out of watching them strut across the yard and dole out high fives! After they have finished playing, they retire to the deck and out pop the guitars and mandolins. It is a beautiful sound listening to Charlie and his buddy Gill play together(unless it goes on until 4 am and I worry about them waking up the neighbors). I usually go to bed before they are done but I can hear them outside the window telling jokes and singing songs that Charlie has written.
Best of all...the kids have other kids to play with. They can safely ride up and down our street and I don't have to worry. We can go out for walks and go fishing in the pond. It was quite funny yesterday because I was watching two of my neighbors kids and they were outside with my two kids. The next thing I know there are nine kids riding their bikes up and down the street laughing and having a great time. It was so cool to watch. They were just riding back and forth singing Soldier Boy and enjoying being outside.
This is exactly what Charlie and I were hoping for when we moved here. We have truly been blessed with so many new friends. I believe God truly wanted us here (there's a story there). We prayed and prayed about it and believe this is exactly where he wants us. These are the people who have welcomed us with open arms and made us feel at home. When Missy died in January, we had only been living here for 2 months, but everyone was so kind and asked if there was anything they could do. Imagine that...two months and we were swarmed with offers of food and babysitting. Where else can you find that?
I look forward to the third Thursday of the month because the ladies of the neighborhood get together and play bingo. One of the ladies, Linda, invites us into her home and makes a great dinner and we play and chat and laugh. We are also trying to get a block party together for October and we are trying to put together some boxes of goodies to send to Linda's son's battalion in Iraq for Christmas. This is the kind of neighborhood I have dreamed about. I feel so blessed to have this opportunity in our lives to connect with some truly extraordinary people.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
so here it goes...
My mom has often suggested that I needed to start blogging. I have a husband of 10 years, two kids ( a boy and a girl), and 3 crazy cats. What more do I need you say? AN OUTLET!! Somewhere that I can divulge the insanity that is my everyday life.
Why the title of "What Was I Thinking?" My life is filled with moments where I say to myself, "Karri, what were you thinking?" As a matter of fact, I say it everyday...all day long!! You see...I was "blessed" with naturally blonde hair. Do I need to go on? :) After 30 years of showing it, I finally dyed it red. Ha Ha I know...you can run but you can't hide!!
Anywho...enough blonde jokes. The other possible title was "Out of My Flippin Mind." I think that one a lot and I say it even more. I love the blank stare my kids give me when I use that one. I get a little giggle imagining the mental picture that floats thru their heads.
So, I asked my husband for his opinion on which title to use. He gives me the standard "I don't know honey. They both sound good." The funny thing is that I knew he would say that. So after I mentally knock him upside the head, I walk out of the room and mumble to myself, "What was I thinking?".
And thus a blog is born!
Why the title of "What Was I Thinking?" My life is filled with moments where I say to myself, "Karri, what were you thinking?" As a matter of fact, I say it everyday...all day long!! You see...I was "blessed" with naturally blonde hair. Do I need to go on? :) After 30 years of showing it, I finally dyed it red. Ha Ha I know...you can run but you can't hide!!
Anywho...enough blonde jokes. The other possible title was "Out of My Flippin Mind." I think that one a lot and I say it even more. I love the blank stare my kids give me when I use that one. I get a little giggle imagining the mental picture that floats thru their heads.
So, I asked my husband for his opinion on which title to use. He gives me the standard "I don't know honey. They both sound good." The funny thing is that I knew he would say that. So after I mentally knock him upside the head, I walk out of the room and mumble to myself, "What was I thinking?".
And thus a blog is born!
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