As If I Didn’t Have Enough to Worry About!

            Tomorrow morning is going to start very early for me.  When I called my Dad to find out what time we were leaving he said, “I have bad news.”

            Really?  I’m thinking, “When has there been good news?”

            As it turns out, he has to be in Columbia tomorrow morning at 6 a.m. and checked in by 6:30.  What this means for us is that we have to be up at 3 in the morning and on the road from my house by 4.  Who is up at 3 in the morning?  Looks like me tomorrow morning!

            I was afraid that this is how it was going to be, but I can’t complain much.  I had hoped for an early time so that he would have enough time to come out of the anesthesia and would be able to come home tomorrow.  I honestly did not want to drive back down on Thursday to pick him up.

            As if that wasn’t enough to worry about, I have homework that I needed to be working on so that I could go without having other things to worry about.  As it turns out, I need to be in bed early tonight and try to catch a few hours of sleep.

            Of course, my boys had other plans

The Sum of All My Fears

I have not had much time to blog, so below is a Journal Entry that I wrote for my Advanced Writing Class.  I may use some of these, unless of course they become to personal, or strange, but then again, I may post them anyhow, because I usually write about strange personal things!

Journal Entry 1/18/2010:

            I have been plagued by the look on my Dad’s face when he came to the house on Sunday.  There was just something in the way that he hugged when he came in the door that makes me worry so much.  As a matter-of-fact, I began to worry at that moment, not when he told me about Wednesday, but that moment of hugging me.

            It’s funny how there are times when our body language signals an underlying fear that even we are unaware of.  He hugged me as though he would never see me again.  He hugged me as though he were about to reveal some horrible news.  He hugged me as though he himself were scared.

            Maybe it is the thought of my Dad actually being scared that triggered my uneasiness.  After all, he’s been this strong man who does not cry.  He’s been a rock that you leaned on when you yourself needed the strength to stand.  He has always been the one that you turn to, not the one turning to you.

            Yet, he turned to me.

Revving Up

Like it or not, I’m in the pace laps of a race where parts of it, I’m not sure I’m ready for.  For one, Kyle is entering into a stage of life that I thought I would have at least a few more years to go.  Secondly, a new semester is upon me and it is one where I need to be organized to succeed.  Then, there is the fact that I need to complete so many unfinished projects here at home.

That seems like a lot going on, but the fact is, it is rather normal.  In fact, I’m certain that there is more going on that what I posted.  You see, entering into this semester- and 2010- I’m faced with my son’s upcoming trial and my Dad announced Christmas Day that his cancer is back.  This last fact is why I hate holidays.  I just cannot handle them anymore!

On Valentine’s Day 2007, the doctor gave my mother a year to live because her cancer had come back.  Easter 2008, my mother passed away a week after.  I had one day of her being lucid enough to talk to me.  The next time, she couldn’t remember people’s names.  She kept calling me, “Mama.”

So, as you can see, this is going to be a tough time all the way around.

As for Kyle,

The Up and Down Side to Things

What goes up must come down, right?  If a mountain has an upside, there must certainly be a down side, too.  Today, I found my ups and downs.  At least, it wasn’t all bad.

Memories of Mom part 1

My Mom

My Mom.  The reason I am who I am. 

When we were driving down the road (actually any time we are somewhere and need a story I usually recall some of my Mom’s more infamous moments) going to and from NC on our road trip, I decided to tell one of my Mom’s funny adventures.   Did you ever know someone in your life that things just always seem to happen to them?  A friend once said that I lived that kind of life, but my Mom, she has me beat by a mile.

I realized in my Road Trippin’  post I mentioned about having Tony Stewart to sit on my coffee table.  So I figure I’ll give you one of my Mom’s moments and maybe you will understand the hilarity of the comment.