Friday Night Blues

ML's Musings

"Another Friday night and I ain't got nobody. I got no money but I just got paid. Oh how I wish I had someone to talk to...I'm in an awful way." Not the exact same words, but it works for tonight.

It's Friday night. I'm home alone and trying to decide which movie to watch. I've thought about going to the theater to watch the short plays. Kyle has a play being performed and its a very possible option. I have reservations for Saturday night, but with everyone gone, tonight might be better. But I'll probably just stay home.

I have so many sets of papers to grade that'll I'll more than likely just throw some in the trash. My computer room is a reck and I've got to get it ready for one little grandson to sleep in . He'll be here in 2 weeks. And in 2 weeks my youngest son is getting married. I need to go shopping with him to buy him some wedding clothes.

At school there are at least 4 referrals pending my completion so some little boys that are failing can get some much needed help. Of course, in the reality of my mind I know that even if they get help in school, it'll only help them while they are actually in school. The chances of that happening after they reach 16 years old are slim to none. History repeats and in many of these kids' families, that is exactly what happens.

I'm gaining weight. My wedding dress I have for my son's wedding, is not going to fit if I don't quit eating and drinking. All of those calories are going to catch up and my lovely dress will be too tight.

I don't attend church like I should. Wednesday nights have nothing that interests me. Sunday mornings are the only days I really want to attend. The last several Sundays have been so busy with either other activities that I'm so rushed or I simply wasn't in town. Now this Sunday is the first one I'm actually home with no other obligations...and I'm assigned to the nursery. No Sunday school or worship service, just babysitting in the nursery. I don't like that. I feel like I don't even have to get dressed for church. Just jump into my jeans and tshirt and show up. In fact that may be what I'll do.

Okay. Enough of this rubbish. This is the Friday Blah Blog.

The Lady in Waiting

I see Ryan when he comes to wash his clothes. He is gradually trying to get moved to his new apartment that he and Amy will share after they are married in a couple of weeks. While he's here we talk about his new job with Astroworld and the old, short-lived job at Outback. So after we visit a while and he does whatever chore he has, I tell him he can leave the laundry with me and I'll finish it. I sort of like doing the laundry. It is pleasing to fold a nice warm tshirt, handpressing the wrinkles. I like freshly washed shirts and slacks hung neatly on a hanger. I know its weird.

I cooked pork chops and my South Beach Diet "Surprise Potatoes" and salad for dinner tonight. The surprise in "Surprise Potatoes" is that it is not mashed potatoes. It's mashed califlower. A pretty tasty substitute for mashed potatoes though. So after Kim had dinner, he left for the rehearsal he is directing. He's working with a group of young teens on a play at Lee College. I think Kim must really like it because his pay is hardly any pay at all. Kim has really been busy this week. He rehearsed the play two nights, sang with the Baytown Big Band and will go to see a baseball game tomorrow evening. I watched "Wimbleton" while he was out last night. Pretty good movie, but I think I needed to enjoy tennis a lot better to really appreciate it.

Now that you are totally bored with this blog entry, that is why I'm not blogging as often. Nothing much to say. I'm busy with school and wishing the summer vacation would hurry up and get here. There are some fun activities coming up soon on the weekends and I don't want to have to worry about grading papers and making out lesson plans. I'm also ready for sleeping later with no where special to go.

Now here is something to really top off the evening. Kim just showed me a picture of myself in around 1996. I was fat with big glasses and looking less than lovely on any level. No, you can't see it; I tore it up. Too much evidence of a past ugly life should never be left around.

TGIF

I'm Back...

Well I finally got back on the blog. I was afraid that the "blog-master" had dropped me from cyberspace connections. But in reality I forgot my username. Duh! but I'm good now.

I'm ready for summer to get here. I wake up too early and I've done it for too long. Its time to quit. I just can't afford to quit.

I read a very good book recently. Its "The Mermaid Chair" by Sue Monk Kidd. She also wrote "The Secret Life of Bees" which I also loved. The Mermaid Chair has a crazy mother that is cutting off her own fingers and a daughter that has been married and living a very traditional life for 20+ years when she decides it isn't enough and has an affair with a monk. It really is very very good.

My New Granddaughter

Today Kim and I were made grandparents again. Our oldest son, Jason, and his wife Kari had their second child today. She is Regan Karina Martin. That's such a pretty name. Don't you think? I can't wait to hear their 2 year old say her name. Aidan is the big brother and I look forward to watching them bond through their lifetime. They live pretty far away from us so I won't get to see Regan for another week.

I pray that I will be around for all of Aidan and Regan's "first". Their first day of school, first baseball game, first recital, first play, graduation from high school, graduation from college, marriage, and babies. My parents only made it through the first of little league baseball and a play. Kim's parents are alive and in good health. I'm so glad that Regan has great grandparents living that can hold her now. What a blessing to be born with three generations still living and in good health.

When I was a little girl I was always telling my mother that I wanted a little sister. I was the youngest of three children and the older two were boys. So naturally I wanted another girl in our family. My mother would just laugh and tell me I could have my own little girl when I grew up and got married. Well finally I have my little girl. Maybe I'm not the mother, but being the grandmother just might be even better.

Welcome Regan to our family.