Just got back from a funeral. God, I wish people didn't have to die. The older I get the worse it is. My husband's uncle and his great aunt died this week. Today was his uncle's farewell, and next week will be his aunt's. His uncle was too young; his kids were too young to have to go through it too. I sat there, watching them cry and it reminded me of my dad's death. I felt too young to have to do everything--to plan a funeral and handle all the stuff that goes with death. I didn't cry when my dad died because there wasn't time for tears. I couldn't afford a meltdown. So today I cried for them as much as for myself. I know time is supposed to heal all hurts, but honestly all it does is cover them in more stuff so the pain isn't so sharp.
To Terry. A man I wish I'd been able to know better. Happy trails... until we meet again.
14 July 2007
04 July 2007
A pie, a cake and four dozen cookies later...
I know, I know. Another crazy title, but this one is relevant. Promise! First off, happy Independence Day! Today I'm off. You probably guessed that from the title of this blog. Tomorrow, I may still be off mentally, but I will have my behind firmly planted in my chair at work. A lot has happened in the past week, so let me explain. No, I will sum up.
The day after I did my encore grad school performance (yeah, I know it will be another year, but I'm feeling silly, so I hope you'll roll with me), our office had a sports day. I call myself the old bat of the office. Everyone there is like thirteen. They've got crayons and dollies while I've got 50,000 kids. Ah, the disparity! They tell me I'm not old, but they're just saying that so I will keep slipping them coffee. I know the truth.
Anyway, back to sports day. I'd talked a lot of trash with my co-workers, sent emails to incite a blood bath between our north and south locations. The irony wasn't lost on me. We were scheduled for basketball, volleyball, corn holers and something else I'm sure. I don't play basketball, never been good at it. Volleyball, on the other hand, is my sport from back in the day. The only problem was one of my co-workers, the one who is a volleyball coach, chose to be on the other team. I got serious. So serious in fact that I will have new scars to prove it. After my trip to the doctor yesterday, I'm in much less pain. The doc said I don't get paid to dive, but the nurse told me to keep having fun. Guess which option I'm choosing!
What does this have to do with the dessert menu masquerading as a blog title today? Nothing if you think in a linear pattern, but tangential thinkers will appreciate this. Last weekend saw me armed with cheesecake and a gorgeous strawberry topping for a bridal shower. This almost weekend, I'm headed to my father-in-law's armed with goodies. He and my mother-in-law are hosting a potluck 4th party. Of all the things they know I cook, and I am an awesome cook, my FIL requested something patriotic--like chocolate cake.
Chocolate cake? That's not patriotic. I told him (through my husband) that I would make apple pie. Mom, baseball and apple pie. See, good ole American values. What my dear FIL and MIL don't know is that I'm bringing a chocolate cake and the awesome cookies DH stayed up baking. And I wonder why the nephews are always trying to come over to eat! Every weekend has come with a bigger and better dessert. What in the world will happen next week? I mean, seriously, how do I top cake, cookies and pie? And Cool Whip is not an option!
How are you planning to celebrate your independence?
The day after I did my encore grad school performance (yeah, I know it will be another year, but I'm feeling silly, so I hope you'll roll with me), our office had a sports day. I call myself the old bat of the office. Everyone there is like thirteen. They've got crayons and dollies while I've got 50,000 kids. Ah, the disparity! They tell me I'm not old, but they're just saying that so I will keep slipping them coffee. I know the truth.
Anyway, back to sports day. I'd talked a lot of trash with my co-workers, sent emails to incite a blood bath between our north and south locations. The irony wasn't lost on me. We were scheduled for basketball, volleyball, corn holers and something else I'm sure. I don't play basketball, never been good at it. Volleyball, on the other hand, is my sport from back in the day. The only problem was one of my co-workers, the one who is a volleyball coach, chose to be on the other team. I got serious. So serious in fact that I will have new scars to prove it. After my trip to the doctor yesterday, I'm in much less pain. The doc said I don't get paid to dive, but the nurse told me to keep having fun. Guess which option I'm choosing!
What does this have to do with the dessert menu masquerading as a blog title today? Nothing if you think in a linear pattern, but tangential thinkers will appreciate this. Last weekend saw me armed with cheesecake and a gorgeous strawberry topping for a bridal shower. This almost weekend, I'm headed to my father-in-law's armed with goodies. He and my mother-in-law are hosting a potluck 4th party. Of all the things they know I cook, and I am an awesome cook, my FIL requested something patriotic--like chocolate cake.
Chocolate cake? That's not patriotic. I told him (through my husband) that I would make apple pie. Mom, baseball and apple pie. See, good ole American values. What my dear FIL and MIL don't know is that I'm bringing a chocolate cake and the awesome cookies DH stayed up baking. And I wonder why the nephews are always trying to come over to eat! Every weekend has come with a bigger and better dessert. What in the world will happen next week? I mean, seriously, how do I top cake, cookies and pie? And Cool Whip is not an option!
How are you planning to celebrate your independence?
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