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Friday, March 9, 2007
DEAR MS/MR/MRS/GUY AUTOMAKER
Can you please make the parts of a car a child comes in contact with removable and dishwasher safe?
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Catherine, the redhead mom
Thursday, March 8, 2007
PERSONAL TRANSFORMATIONS
Since I own www.aweekinthelifeofaredhead.com I have decided it is time to move this blog off AOL to it's own web site. Next week I will begin the migration process. While working on the new site I will try to still write here to keep things fresh.
You will notice AOL seems to be having trouble with their picture section of blogging this week. On any given day I have no control over whether or not my photos show up or show up correctly. This frustrating problem will go away on the new site along with other issues too many to list here.
I cannot completely be negative about AOL, as it was easy and available when I first started down the road of writing my life and thoughts online, but like many things, I have outgrown it's limitations and find that I am increasingly frustrated more and more each day.
I also have advertisers who's HTML code I cannot make work within AOL. I have some very big plans for all of this, so I need a site that can keep up. I thank all of you for your emails, comments, and for just showing up to read my words. Some truly beautiful things are happening in my life and I hope to share much of it with you at the new site. I wish all of you much love and happiness... and
I hope you will follow me.
Until next time-
C
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
TRANSFORMATIONS
Be quiet; be motionless
For it is approaching
I wish to suppress
These feelings bubbling of
self-contained protests.
He’s mine
From me conceived
I wish to whine
This fare-haired child
but I resign.
Can it be true?
This unstoppable fate
I wish to cling to
My little one
bidding childhood adieu.
Bring back age four
His trucks and tears
I wish for more
Time spent rocking on my hip
pointing at the door.
Be quiet; be motionless
Teenage years approaching
I wish to express
These feelings bubbling of
future teenage parent stress.
(I thought up this poem after noticing the shift in Brian's room at his dad's house. Slowly the dragon pictures are giving way to baseball posters. Toys are being replaced by video games and sports equipment. The teenage years are coming...
SIGH.
How I love this little boy who is not so little anymore.)
Until next time-
C
Monday, March 5, 2007
WELL LOVED
If you ever have any doubts about love, go look at a child's favorite stuffed animal.
This is Brian's bear, who received plenty of love in his day (gave it too). Brian keeps him on a shelf in his bedroom. It is the one toy he never wants me to get rid of-
This teddy is rather special though. It was given to Brian by my step-father when Brian was born. In all the young photos of Brian he is dragging around this bear. God forbid we'd try to go anywhere without his "Teddy". I'd drive 30 miles out of my way to make sure Teddy was in the car! Nothing like a little hyperventilating with tears the size of marbles to send a parent madly looking for the magical "binky"...
His Grandfather, our "Papa Dick" died of heart disease when Brian was almost 4. He adored Brian and the feeling was mutual. So, Teddy is rather special.
He screams L O V E.
Thanks for the reminder Teddy.
Until next time-
C
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Friday, March 2, 2007
How I Made A 12 Old Boy Complete A Scrapbook WIthout Killing Myself
Whenever I pick Brian up from school and the first thing out of his mouth is, "I have A LOT of homework!" which means, 'there is a problem and I am about to get blind-sided'. “What kind of homework?” I ask. “The A LOT of kind Mom!” he retorts. Yeah ... I am sure I studied that in school too. In plain English, there is a project he has been putting off for some reason and now it is due. I can feel it in my bones.
We go back to the office and Brian begins to pull what looks like the entire Dead Sea Scrolls out of his backpack. There are papers, packets, photographs, construction paper, books on Egypt and his colored pencil case. He heaves a big sigh followed by a, “I HAVE TO DO A SCRAPBOOK!” shout as he stares at me with the ‘this is the stupidest thing I have ever heard of in my life’ look.
Before I can ask anything further, my ex-husband looks at us like we have just exposed him to poison ivy and makes a quick exit to his office. (Coward) “What is this scrapbook suppose to be about?” I inquire. “Egyptian grave sites and what is a scrapbook anyways? It sounds pretty girlie", he moans. Hey I resent that – I don’t like scrap-booking either and last time I looked in the mirror I was still a girl. I equate scrap booking to quilting bees and My Little Pony unicorn figurine collections.
He sits down at the desk and lays the items out in front of him like they are laced with some sort of virus he might catch. Then, I ask the million dollar question, “When is this due?” “Tomorrow,” he grumbles. Nothing like putting off something until the last minute hoping it will magically disappear.
Now it is my turn to sigh. “Let me see the assignment sheet.” I ask. Brian picks up this packet that looks like a small book and I think “Holy shi*, I don’t blame him for postponing this pain.” I could get mad, except I am confused as to why in the hell a teacher would assign boys a project which involves scrap-booking. Give me a friggin' break here. Only certain female teachers would think of this for an entire classroom project and include the boys.
I am thinking there is the story of the Battle of Kadesh, which begins with the army of Ramesses II advancing upon the city of Kadesh in four corps. Ramesses II himself was with the lead element of the corps, known as Amun. The teacher could have given the class a choice ... scrapbook the grave sites of the Pharaohs or map this battle. Brian would have mapped the battle in a heartbeat with plenty of red penciled blood. And for those girls, like me – they could have mapped the hell out of the battle too.
But no.
It’s a scrapbook.
It takes a painful two hours for Brian to complete his scrapbook with a great deal of complaining and misery. I help him organize the pages as my ex-husband makes comments about how he would have blown-off such an assignment in school. (HEY! You are no help there, sparky). I am beginning to believe the only reason my ex married me is because I don't scrapbook. I doubt Brian will ever date a girl who scrapbooks either. I can see it now ... he’s dating a girl, who he thinks he likes a lot. She invites him over, he hopes he’ll get a kiss and BAAM she whips out a scrapbook. Brian is never seen or heard from again.
I have to show the finished pain:
You will note the mistake he REFUSED to correct, as he proclaimed, "I don't care. I'm done with it!" Where he gets his stubborn streak from I have no idea...
My ex-husband is no help as all he can do is proclaim what a stupid project it is and how no son of his will ever be into scrap-booking. BLAH BLAH BLAH. But it did make me laugh as I thought what a scrapbook might look like if men like my ex husband actually had one:
Note the mistakes, which he would refuse to correct (Brian has to get that from someone other than me).
It is said, "That which does not kill us makes us stronger"
Although to hear Brian tell it, you would be convinced he died a slow torturous death last night doing a "girlie" thing. And he isn't quite 12 yet ... OIY.
Until next time-
C
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