July 31, 2014

The View From Here: Battle Scars

This week I bring you Suheiry's View.
It's pronounced "sue-Hay-dee". It's Spanish.
She is a Freelance Writer and Lifestyle Blogger with degrees in English and Fashion Design.

Suheiry like's pretty things, but she talks here about something not so pretty: scars.

Battle Scars

I have a 20-year old scar on my left knee that looks like a blurred map of the world. When I was 10 years old, I fell while jumping rope. I remember getting up, blood dripping down my knees, and walking back home. I remember my mother's anger, which I now realize masked the initial panic of seeing your child covered in blood. I remember her cleaning up my wounds and then telling me I couldn't go back outside. I remember crying and begging to go back outside. It was still early, and I felt fine.

July 29, 2014

10 Things I Would Pack for a Trip to a Deserted Island

I mean, if I knew beforehand I was going to a deserted island, of course.

Because it seems the way it usually works is that one is marooned due to some unforeseen circumstance and they have to get all resourceful in order to survive, possibly becoming besties with a volleyball. That would be scary and not at all preferable.

But if I could CHOOSE to go to a deserted island for a specified amount of time....now that might be pretty cool.

July 27, 2014

Social Butterfly

A party.

What if I don’t know anyone?

A social spouse fuels my insecurities.

July 24, 2014

The View From Here: On the Brinks

Today I have a View from Kelly of Kelly Roberts Writing.

I began reading her words when I set out to get this post ready, and I was instantly sucked in. I had skimmed it briefly when she first sent it, but my skimming didn't get the point across.

Her writing is wonderful! Just see what I mean....

On the Brinks

Many important things fill our Brinks fireproof lock box. 

There are certificates of birth and marriage, and thankfully not death. 

There are wills, my husband’s and mine, the kind drafted by lawyers— we keep the kind strengthened by perseverance through years together with us at all times. 

Savings bonds, social security cards and snippets of a child’s caramel-colored hair also rest in the box. 

July 22, 2014

When You're Absolutely 100% Just DONE with a Relationship

I have had a very, shall we say, rocky relationship with the woman who was my step-mother for about 30 years.

She came into my life when I was around five and a half, not long after my parents separated. She moved in with us (my father retained custody of me) and I think things were OK, for a little while at least.

As time went on, she was pretty hard on me, even though I was a very good kid, by all accounts. She expected me to love and appreciate her automatically, pushing her boundaries as my dad's girlfriend (and eventually wife) to the point of trying to take my mother's place. This was a sore spot for her, but it wasn't our only problem. It was certainly no reason to treat me the way she often did.

Groove, Interrupted

An every other day habit.

Tie shoes, pop in earbuds, step outside, breathe in some fresh air.

Walk to the rhythmic sounds.

July 20, 2014

What Summer With Kids Looks Like

We are justabout to the halfway point of summer here and I've made some observations of how things are shaping up in our house.

Keep in mind that my children are 14 and 8 1/2. I no longer have Littles. Also keep in mind that things have been quite upside down as far as routine or normalcy go since my husband's most recent surgery.

That's not to say we have no routine this summer. My days typically entail:
  • Either sleeping in or getting up with the sunrise
  • Chores or exercise
  • Shower
  • Lunch
  • Various errands or computer time, interrupted by helping my husband or kid needs
  • A load of laundry
  • Scratching my head over dinner
  • Wondering where my son is off to and if my daughter will ever emerge from her room
  • Finally growing tired of the computer
  • Heading downstairs for a cocktail and Doctor Who with Mark (maybe the kids too)
  • Too often letting the kids stay up as late as me
I didn't say it was a good routine.


July 17, 2014

The View From Here: No More Self-Sabotage

This week's View is from Mari Farthing of Mari, Quite Contrary.
Mari wrote about a very personal issue for her.
I hope you will read and give her supportive comments.

No More Self-Sabotage

A few years back, my doctor told me I had something called metabolic syndrome—meaning that I was a victim of my insulin, which was completely out of whack and I would need diet, exercise and medication to put my life back into order. More specifically, I would have to lose a significant amount of weight to get my insulin in control.