in 287 days
The one where its 1230, and shes gonna regret staying up this late in the morning.
By Shannon | October 22, 2008
Well, I woke up today, knowing it was Tuesday but feeling out of sorts. Like it was a Thursday or something. I did my normal routine, had to run off copies for the “Cake Walk” at school this week, then I ran out to Manasshole to buy a $40 text book for a class Im starting next week. Got lunch for my Ry-ri girl and got her to school. Then went back to the other school to fill Tuesday folders. When I went back to get Ireland and Grace from school at the end of the day, the director looks at me and says, “how are you, we didnt put you to work today?” I say, “I know, this might be the 1st week I havent had to sub,” she laughs and says “give us time, its only Tuesday”
wow. Its only Tuesday. In my head, I had already worked at Target, had my stupid math class, and was prepping for a busy Saturday. I’m not a well person.
Last night, after being on Facebook for what felt like forever, I was able to actually have type a conversation with a very old friend. It brought me to tears, just to know that his life was…well, good. In highschool, there are people who you are friends with, people you connect with, people you date, have crushes on, stab in the back, who make you laugh until you pee your pants, who are there for you. Even if they never know it. He was what I needed at a time, I didnt know what I needed. Make sense?
A few people get me. One is asleep upstairs while I wait for the fire in the fireplace to die down. One lives in PA and never CALLS me. One is in FL with his wife and baby, maybe thinks of me when I threaten to put a hex on the Tampa Bay Buchs unless he sends new pictures of the baby. Yea, those last 2 are related. One is pretty much tied to her bed atfer having foot surgery last week. One lives down the street from me, but she gave birth to me, hopefully she gets me. And one? Well, I havent seen or spoke to him in 11 yrs. 5 or 6 before that.
When we were in highschool, I was a poser. Now, Ive said this before, fully admit it. Not proud of it, but when you dont fit in anywhere, you do your damndest to fit in everywhere. I had friends on the basketball team. Big tall black guys and me. I had cheerleader friends. Perfect hair, letter jackets, skinny and me. I had chorus friends. Deep, thoughtful, spirited, and me. I had preppy student council friends. well, that was just because our lockers had been in alphabetical order since the 7th grade but whatever, they talked to me. I had my girlfriends that saw me through the years of being in love with the same boy who was never gonna ask me out, and I had Pat.
He wasnt a big part of my life until about 11th grade, we knew each other because of him dating my friend, but beyond that it was a nod in the halls. He was a part of what was called the ‘hoodlums’ but not even really that. These so called hoodlums managed to put on community benifits for the homeless. Not exactly the defintion of a hoodlum.Not Punk, not rock, not …well, maybe they never catagorized themselves…anyway, I remember the 1st day of earth science class. This girl and I had sat down at a table together and Pat walks in, picks up her stuff, moves it to another table and sits down next to me. Can I just tell you how much I loved going to earth science class from then on out?
I dont think he ever was with out a girlfriend, but he always had time for me. He talked to me, all the guys did. About the sex life, the mom drama, the friend factors, the agony of being 17. But when I needed him, he was there. He never made me feel like a troll, like I didnt belong. I was included in his life. I went to fricken easter dinner at his house.
I doubt I made as much of an impact on his life, as he did mine. But I certainly felt like I did. After graduation, which was weird, trust me. A good friend of his(acquaintance of mine- again, I knew everyone) died in a drunk driving accident. Things changed. Life changed. At 18, thats a lot of shit to take in. And not that it was anyones fault, i dont recall calling and not getting an answer, but life happened, and you move on.
I wondered where he was, and if he was happy. My core group included those 2 people at the top, WHO NEVER READ MY BLOG OR CALL ME(but whatever), and our lives consisted of karaoke, and nights playing darts or Asshole. One by one, that group branched out, married, or moved. And only a few of us remain in touch on a regular basis, always talking about a reunion.
I grew up, got married and live right around the corner from were Pat grew up and where his family still is. Is it weird that everytime I walk by their house I remember stuff? Tell me its not because its possible he may read this and I do not want to come off as a stalker… make your point already…ah yes. It’s just- as a 17 yr old with major issues, and not exactly all together with it(what? shut up, i know things havent changed) I would hope he knew just what his friendship meant to me.
He was a part of my life, and, for better or for worse, he helped make me who I am now.
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41 reasons
By Shannon | October 19, 2008
I have entered a world that I never thought I would.
The world of FaceBook.
It’s a little wierd. BUT! I have found friends that I thought had died, moved to Yemin, or had changed sexes. Not really, but they’re not dead, phew!
Its overwhelming, learning all this new stuff, but hey, I just don’t have enough going on right now.
In other news, today was my Hubs birthday. 41. So for his birthday I give you this…41 reasons why I love him…
- He loves me.
- He fixes stuff.
- He walks the dog in the rain
- the snow
- at 7am,
- and 11 at night.
- He has taught the boys about football
- if i want to paint something, he does it, even though he hates it.
- he irons his own clothes
- he got a tattoo with me
- he let me name our daughter Ireland
- he lets me go on girls nights out- no complaints
- he lets me go out of town- no complaints
- he wakes the boys up,
- gets them ready for school
- makes their lunches
- while Im sleeping
- he always has blistex on him.
- he loves my hair
- he loved me when I was 274 pounds
- loved me at 206,
- and loves me in between
- he sits with me and watches “biggestLoser” while we eat candy
- he lets me cry on his shoulder
- I fit perfectly inbetween his arm and his chest
- he has made it very hard for Ireland to find a boy who will ever treat her better than he.
- he likes my family
- he puts up with my monthly break downs
- he loves the way I bite my bottom lip
- he proposed again on our 10 yr anniversary
- with a ring
- he does the best he can
- he’s a good kisser
- he’s a good everything
- he lets me listen to my music in the car
- he stays home to take care of the kids when I have migraines
- he scratches my back, a lot.
- he has never doubted me
- he has always been there for me
- he’s a wonderful father
- because he’s Hub…
I think of how you know me,
no doubts no thinking twice.
When your smile can be so soothing,
a familiar paradise.
When there’s no one else that makes me whole.
I have never needing more
I get this feeling I’ve loved you before
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Do NOT push me…
By Shannon | October 16, 2008
Cause Im close to the edge….You know what erks me?
A daughter whose feet grow an inch a day and will only wear crocs because they are the most comfortable.
Trying to find a pair of brown mary janes that dont give blisters, and will hold up to the acts of a 5 year old. I was in my 20’s before I had my first pair of Doc Martens. Ireland? yea, 5.
What erks me is getting talked to- talked down to, for doing your job well. Hello, my name is Exhibit A.
What erks me is that I have 639 things to do in a day and I never feel like there is enough time. I’m sure that erks everyone though, cant claim that as my own I guess.
It erks me that I am soo busy that I havent had time to watch ELLEN. Bugs me. I even fast forward through my soaps just to get the basics, because I HAVE NO TIME.
What erks me…my period. Really? I don’t need a uterus anymore….please take it away….
It erks me that today is 81 degrees out, and tomorrow it will be 60. My air conditioning is going out of control.
Math. MATH erks me. I study and study and still have such anxiety before this class. Even thinking good thoughts and wearing my Kick-ass necklace dont help.
Maybe tomorrow, when its cold, and it feels more like fall, things wont erk me. Then again, maybe next week when my legs feel like they wont fall off and take my uterus with them…then I wont feel so pissed off at the world.
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Post cap birthday week
By Shannon | October 13, 2008
Wednesday was the big day, my girl turned 5. I keep saying it, over and over because if I don’t, one day I’ll turn around and she’ll be 16…kinda like my Sam Cole. (another story) We had my dad and Ruth Ann over and we even got him to play on the wii.
Thursday Ireland had her well check appointment, and by Saturday she still had a lump on her arm the size of Canada.
Thursday was also Harley’s (our dog) internist appt. Seems our very very very sick dog, who has cost us agazillion dollars, may not be as very very very sick as they all thought, and we’ll have spend even more money to figure that out. yea me.
Because of said dog, I had to turn down a sub gig.
Math is…. well, math.
Hub and I went to see Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist…Sorta like sixteen candles for emo generation. Dont get wrong, we liked it, the oldest ones in the theater but its all good. I’m used to being the only old person in a crowd. It had to happen sooner or later.
I’m actually scheduled at Target this week! I guess I should be giggling about the whole thing…they cant fire me because Im too good at my job, so the way to ‘punish’ me is to cut my hours. pety, very pety. but then again, I grin a little grin.
Hey look, more laundry. oh joy.
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You know times are changing when…
By Shannon | October 10, 2008
Hub and I over slept…til 655, not bad -but the boys catch the bus at 747. Friday is pizza day, so no need to rush and make lunches… so I walked out of our room to wake Cameron and Brayden.
The light in the bathroom…on. Walked closer, the shower…on. I walked in and there is my 10 yr old, in the shower. Since 630…okay so, much less son, more like prune, but he had gotten up with his alarm, and started the shower…
yea, I’m so not prepared for these teen, pre-teen years. Did you watch Oprah yesterday with the mom whose 12 yr old son was getting texts from a 12 yr old girl offering him oral sex? eew.
My kids are never leaving the backyard.
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My Birthday Baby…
By Shannon | October 8, 2008
5 years ago, I was sitting with my Gram as she played with my 16month old Brayden James, and I timed what I thought were contractions.
My OB said to come on in to the hospital, and I called my dad to come get Gram and Brayden. Hub came home and we loaded up he car for what could be the real thing, or just another practice run.
My mom was on her way to our house to wait for Cameron, and we waited in a room with beds with other expectant moms wondering, if this was it.
My induction date was the 10th…Hub wanted the 8th. Really really had to have the 8th. I think he may have paid the OB to finally give and say…the contractions are not really strong, but you’re far enough along, so ok. That was lunch time…
9:24 pm on October 8th 2003,
My Ireland Riley was born.
Now, I have a 5 year old spit fire, who loves her family, likes computers,web-kins, Barbies, Lillest Pet-shops, has watched Cinderella about 4000 times and wants to be a tattoo artist and an Olympic swimmer when she grows up.
Cinderella called her today to wish her a happy birthday!
My baby…
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“If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, then you’re lucky enough.”
By Shannon | October 7, 2008
(Here….this is what I wrote last year for her birthday. Then theres this…For whatever reasons the computer has deemed my other posts unworthy. phooey on it.)
Results for Aquarian parent, Libra child…
Libra and Aquarius
When a Libra child is born to an Aquarius parent, the union heightens the strength and consciousness of both people. This relationship is relatively free of stagnancy as they share the desire to learn and explore the world around them with energy and eagerness. Aquarius and Libra share a love of art and a distaste for restrictions in their lifestyles. They are an extraordinary duo for standing up for social justice or radical change in the community. They do a good job of observing one another’s personal boundaries. In terms of their approaches to life, Aquarius is a more hands-on learner, while Libra gleans satisfaction from a good book. Both Aquarius and Libra have a lot of energy, and working together they can come up with great ideas and common goals. Aquarius likes the freedom to experiment with many ideas. Libra wants intellectual freedom and is able to look at all sides of an argument and see Aquarius’ reasons for choosing the projects that they spend time on. When Libra vacillates, Aquarius can help to them make decisions. Together they can learn to appreciate that which they might have not noticed before. Overall, they enjoy one another’s company very much. The best aspect of the Libra-Aquarius family relationship is their ability to work together as a team to get things done. Together, as a family, they can learn much more than either Sign would alone. Their accomplishments and love of socializing and new projects makes theirs a highly successful and nourishing family relationship.
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