Monthly Archives: November 2009

Nov 18 2009
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Blogging, Friends

Prayers for Anissa

I’m quite sure that many of you (at least 50% if my stat counter is correct) don’t quite “get” bloggers and these random people who live in my computer to and about whom I talk daily. As skeptical as many of you may be, it is with a heavy heart that I’m reminded today of just how real those people out there in the ether of the Internet really are.

A blogger, a friend, who is ridiculously funny, corrals the funny in others, and speaks out for those who are too young to speak for themselves, had a stroke today. She is young. She is a wife. She is a mom. And she needs all the love she can get.

Please, if you’re a person of faith, say prayers. If you’re not, send good thoughts and good vibes her way. She needs all the help she can get.

It may seem odd to some of you that I’ve taken such an interest in what seem to be strangers. But they’re not. Like many of my other friends who I met online and later met IRL (“in real life”…in case you couldn’t figure that out), they’re real people who need the love and support of people like me…and you. So, please, send #prayersforanissa.

To Anissa, the whole Interwebs is here waiting for you…we can’t wait for you to bring your funny back.

Nov 15 2009
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My Boys, Parenting

Warm Sun on the Skin

Last Saturday morning, Bop and I were alone in the kitchen. The sun was shining through the sliding glass door. Bop walked into the bright sunlight, closed his eyes and smiled – his first real show of an appreciation of nature.

He stood there for a good 60 seconds just soaking up the rays with a smile on his face.

Then he turned and stuck his bottom out so the sun could warm it too. He is three afterall.

Nov 05 2009
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Family, Friends, Me, Myself and I, My Boys, Our 'Hood, Parenting, Work

An Open Letter to Patience

Dear Patience,

I miss you. No, truly, I do. I miss the warmth of your long held embrace. The calm that you exude when you’re around. The rational thoughts you put into my mind. I miss you more than you know.

I have respected you for a long time, looked up to you. I have tried to walk your walk. “Good things come to those who wait,” I say to myself and others with frequency. I have long been a fan of the tortoise. “Slow and steady wins the race.” I know your value.

But Bop, Patience. He’s killing me. I know it’s a phase. I know I let D go through the same I-can’t-possibly-live-without-my-mommy-so-I-must-cry-whenever-she-wants-to-leave-me-because-my-world-will-end-without-her phase. I know he deserves you. But, Patience, I feel like you’re pushing me away with a brute force I haven’t felt in a while.

And he’s not the only one testing our relationship. D, dude. D is giving you a run for your money too. He is awesome at night when both Scoot and I are around. But in the mornings… Gah! It’s like he knows you’re at your rarest and yet still tries to find you somewhere within me by pushing every possible button I have. Unfortunately for us all, he fails as you so often seem to have deserted me.

There are other ways you’re testing me, Patience. Many, many other ways: at work, at home, in my family, with my friends, in my community, even the dogs are working my last nerve. Sometimes I feel like others are so intent on proving that you and I are, in fact, not on speaking terms that they do whatever they can to drive us apart.

I can’t live this way, Patience. I mean, come on, your name graces the title of one of my favorite songs of all time. I need you. Yeah, Yeah, I need you. Oooo I need you. Oh, sorry…got a little carried away there.

One of my favorite (Swedish, BTW) proverbs says, “Those who wish to sing always find a song.” I hope that’s true, Patience. Because I miss you. I want to sing your song. I must find it. I have to.

Come back to me, Patience. Please.

Love,

EmmieJ

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