Writing 101: The tunes

Gaelic Storm at the Englert Theater

Gaelic Storm at the Englert Theater

I can’t even begin to count the number of songs in which I can find meaning, or the number of songs that I love, that hold inspiration for me, that have shaped the person I’ve become.  The first three that popped into my head, though, are “A Way Back Into Love” and “Dance With Me Tonight” from the Music and Lyrics soundtrack, and “Walk Through My Door” from Gaelic Storm’s album, Tree.

I listened to a lot of Gaelic Storm during my teen years, and their first three albums in particular can send me back to fun times with great friends in seconds.  While I love all their music, “Walk Through My Door” always reminds me of a certain person.  The song itself even inspired a short story, one that I’m told wasn’t half bad.

But, as inevitably happens, I graduated high school and got married (to someone else).  And when my marriage ended, I listened to this song again…

Movie night!

MNO_OfficialPoster_HighThat’s right, last night I got to go to a movie.  With my husband!  A real, actual date!  It was awesome!

Our local theater does a membership drive each year, where for $30 you can buy a pass to see movies for free on Monday nights.  If you spend $60, you get to see them on Mondays or Tuesdays.  We opted for the two-night pass, and it’s been wonderful.  The movies at our local theater aren’t overly expensive anyway, but it’s still nice to support local business this way.  Anyway, we went to see Moms’ Night Out, and it was easily the funniest movie I’ve seen in ages.

From IMDb:

All Allyson and her friends want is a peaceful, grown-up evening of dinner and fun – a long-needed moms’ night out. But in order to enjoy high heels, adult conversation, and food not served in a bag, they need their husbands to watch the kids for a few hours … what could go wrong?

Dishwasher memories

wpid-rocky-and-bullwinkle.jpgOur new house is considerably smaller than our old house, especially the kitchen.  There’s no dishwasher and a lot less counter space, so I had to do dishes yesterday morning by hand; the lack of dish-stacking space required I do them in two batches.  The boys were watching The Little Mermaid in the living room and “Under the Sea” drifted into the kitchen, calling to mind the ants from Garfield and Friends (I know, my mind makes weird connections sometimes).  While I was drying the first half of the dishes and humming along, I got to thinking.

It’s a dangerous pastime.   I know. 😀

Things I love about life on the farm

farmboyI was initially a bit apprehensive about moving back to the country.  I loved visiting my grandparents’ farm when I was a kid, but when I lived in the country with my first husband, it just wasn’t what I expected.  I was happy to move back to town, where I lived but a few blocks from the major entertainments (library, theater, bowling alley).  I liked walking places and stopping to chat with people along the way.

But as time wore on, I did less and less of that.  So when Seymour pitched a move to the country after five years being miserable in town, I grudgingly decided to give it another shot.  He assured me many times over that this time would be different, and boy, has it!

While most of the negatives of late have been due to Mother Nature (thanks a lot for all the water you dumped in my basement), there have been some notable positives as well:

• The peace and quiet.
Let’s face it, life in the country is just more peaceful.  There are no neighbors out mowing their lawn at some ungodly hour of the morning or having parties in their driveways that last late into the night.  There are no kids tromping through the yard on their way home from school.  There are no yappy little neighbor dogs who start barking every time I open the fridge in my own kitchen.

At least, I hope there aren’t.

Photo Friday returns!

Today, I am exhausted.  With a capital E.  We’ve finished moving and have begun the Great Unpacking, and I’m not sure which I like less.  So while we find our belongings (and maybe even our minds), here are some pictures of what the last couple of weeks have been like.  Moving with family is always interesting, and probably a lot less stressful than moving with strangers because you can be yourself, whether it’s good, bad, or ugly.

If you can’t be yourself around family, who can you be yourself around?

So: Family.  Moving.  Pictures.

Did I mention that I have a partner for my Photo Friday posts?  Because I seem to remember mentioning something about it. 🙂  Anyway, thanks to the Blogging 201 course I took last month, I met the lovely Charnele Henry and we decided to collaborate on Photo Fridays.  We chose the theme of family, which fit in nicely with my move.  You can find her post here, and be sure to check out some of her other posts, too!  There’s a lot to see.

Happy Friday, everybody, and if you’re traveling for Mother’s Day this weekend, safe journey!  I’ll see you all back here on Monday. 🙂

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And in the end…

Okay, so this isn’t really the end.  How could it be?  I’ve only just begun, after all. 🙂

But, this is the end of the posts for a while.  We’re starting the hard-core moving tomorrow, we’ll be at it all weekend, and I don’t see any computer time in the schedule anywhere till Monday.  And I’ll probably be around rather less than I have been lately because the only internet service available where we’re moving is either through our satellite company (prohibitively expensive) or through our cell phone provider (also prohibitively expensive, but somewhat cheaper).

So in the meantime, I’ll be cutting back to posting three times a week.  The internet thing is supposed to change come fall, and I hope everything will go according to plan.  I want to revive my Photo Friday feature, and I’m going to have some help this time around, so be sure to stop back next week and check it out.  And I’ve been sharing some fun stuff over on Facebook this week, so there’s that.  But in the meantime, here’s a pretty picture of the view from my new office:

Have a great weekend, everybody!  See you all back here on Monday! 🙂

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Remains

All that survives after our death are publications and people.

So look carefully after the words you write, the thoughts and publications you create, and how you love others.  For these are the only things that will remain.  -Susan Niebur

I was reading WordPress’s Blogging Through Breast Cancer post Wednesday morning and remembered Susan Niebur’s blog, Toddler Planet, which I always enjoyed reading.  She passed away from metastatic breast cancer in 2012, but her blog lives on.  Since it’s chock full of resources, I shared the link in the comments section of the WP round-up post.

The day before, my ex-husband became a father for the fourth time.  He and his wife welcomed another son to their family, but while she recovered from an emergency cesarean, he headed to a children’s hospital an hour and a half away to be with their son.  A crushed umbilical cord led to his arrival three weeks early and a host of problems.

These two things might, at first glance, seem unconnected, and maybe they are, but…

Best Monday ever

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Two of my favorite comforts after surgery.

So about my surgery…

I had every girl’s favorite doctor appointment at the end of October.  I’ve been having a lot of on-again-off-again cramping since Cricket was born, and Thumper’s arrival only made it worse.  Intimacy has been difficult, to say the least.  When I went to the doctor, they did an ultrasound and found that I had a cyst on my right ovary.  My doctor wanted to keep an eye on it, so I scheduled a follow-up appointment in early December.  That ultrasound showed no cysts.  Yay!

But then a couple days after Christmas, I started cramping again, and it was worse than ever.  I was dizzy from the pain, and sweaty and queasy to boot.  I tried walking, I tried lying still, but nothing eased the pain.  The only reason I got any sleep that night was because I took some Tylenol PM.  I cramped all through the night and most of the next day, then I was sore for two days afterward.  It was miserable.

I managed to get an appointment with my doctor the Monday after Christmas…

Newsy news

So…

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First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll be in surgery. It was supposed to have happened earlier this month, but my insurance company screwed things up and I was forced to reschedule. I don’t know how well I’ll be feeling the next day or two, so I may not post for a while. Hopefully I’ll be back to normal in a day or two (laparascopic surgery is supposed to have a shorter recovery period; I sure hope so).

In the meantime, it’s been a busy weekend. We had an open house today and had five groups of people stop in to check out our house. Two of them were very interested, so hopefully that will translate into an offer. We really need to get our house sold.

Here’s hoping everyone has a great week! 🙂

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Super sweet

super-sweet-blogging-award1What a whirlwind this month has been so far!  I can’t believe it’s already the halfway point of January.

Of course, this means that I’ll be 30 before I know it.  That’s right, the big day is at the end of the month.  It’ll be an interesting one this year, for a bunch of reasons, and I’ll be glad to kiss the big 3-0 goodbye next year (for other reasons).

Here’s hoping 30 (and 31) are better for me than they were for my mom.  This is something that is going to weigh heavily on my mind for a long time.  I may even try to explain it at some point.

But not right now.  That’s not supposed to be the point of this post.  The point of this post is that holy cow, I can’t believe January’s half gone.  Yep.  That’s it.  That’s the point.

Okay, no it’s not.