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September 26th, 2009 | Author:

I got my notice from BlogHerAds that I haven’t posted in two weeks. It didn’t seem possible, but …. yeah. I’m in a …. rut, a funk, a …. something. Pretty introspective. I’ve started a thousand blog posts in my head, even had one that I just knew would ROCK, and if you can figure out what the subject was, let me know. I’ve clean forgotten. It was profound…. I wish I could remember.

I usually get this way when there’s a big change coming and I need to internally adjust before it comes, but I can’t fathom what it is that might be coming …. nothing planned, that’s for sure, and if it’s not planned then I don’t know about it, how can I be adjusting? It’s kind of bizarre.

TheKidlet is in school, doing well, making friends. She’s also back in soccer. DaHubby is working, and in school. I am working, busier than ever, and in school. The freakin’ DOG is in school. The cats are the only beings in the house who aren’t in school.

Excuses and whining. I tell TheKidlet not to do that, so I am going to stop.


TheKidlet and a friend are playing Rock Band. Singing “Eye of the Tiger”. AGAIN. I HATE THAT FREAKIN SONG. Umm but TheKidlet is playing both guitar AND singing. And doing pretty well at it. Wow.

Girl she’s playing with has NO RHYTHM at all.  None.


When I moved to Charlotte, I knew one person – someone I’d met twice IRL, but had known through pregnancy and childbirth and the first years of TheKidlets life online.  Before we even got here, C was generous enough to help scope out rental houses for me even when it meant totally re-arranging her day to make it happen.  Once we got here, we settled into a routine and she even introduced me to all of her friends.

Those friends – the ones I can now call my own as well – made the transition from military to civilian, from ME to NC, from having a group of friends to knowing almost no one easier than I could have possibly imagined and last week was a shining example of this.  One of our friends, K, had a really bad day.  You know the type, the type where you just sit down and cry because nothing else is possible.

I get off work at 1 PM on Fridays, it’s just a rockin’ way to end the week.  At quitting time, I got a call from C letting me know that K had a bad day and needed some girl-bonding time and we should come over after dinner for game night.  I countered with “I’m off work.  Grab J and the kids and come on over and we’ll drink up and order pizza later, and then play games when the boys get here.”  Enthusiasm ensued on both C and K’s part, and soon we had a girl-bonding party over wine at 3 in the afternoon.  There’s nothin’ better.

Except for knowing that you are part of a group of friends that is awesome enough to make a call, say one of us is having a bad day, and within an hour have a houseful of women, kids, and booze.  The night went on into the wee hours but there was no repeat of Labor Day (at least for me!! LOL!) and even the boys had a good time.

More later, peeps.  I promise to pull myself up out of this rut and post more again.

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September 02nd, 2009 | Author:

Last weekend I made an unexpected trip to FL. I raced down Friday after work in order to make a Saturday funeral, the memorial service for a friend of the family.

In trying to explain my family’s relationship with R, I found myself stumbling: the first word to come to mind was rehabilitated but without knowing R and his story, it seemed an odd choice of words.

In his younger years, R was known as a Hell’s Angel. I’m not sure if it was more a euphemism or if he was really a member, but there were motorcycles and drugs and rock and roll and all that the Hell’s Angels are known for. As these things go, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and some self-defense was involved. That’s really all I know about the situation that ended up with him in the prison where my stepfather contracted for work-release crews.

And so R came into our lives. He was a mechanic and general warehouseman, and the biggest teddy bear of a man. He was quick to laugh, and just as quick to take up for someone who had been wronged. By the time he was released, he was ingrained in our lives.

In short, he epitomizeda what the prison system is supposed to produce: he was rehabilitated. In the ensuing 30 years, he never relapsed. No drinking, no drugs. He still loved motorcycles. He took up drag racing. After a disastrous attempt to move on, he reconciled with his wife and children and healed his family. And he was so much more than any youthful mistakes he made.

R left our lives too soon, but he didn’t leave them unmarked.

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