Art On A Limb

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Smoothies

Okay, the holidays have gone rather smoothly. We only had one blow-up about the messy bedroom and bathroom, but that's normal. We have to remember that a 13 year old's brain is still growing and they can't foresee the consequences of their actions.

Can you believe I had to work Monday? Everyone else within a 400 mile radius had the day off, but us. One guy came to work and said he though the Rapture had occured.

That we had to work wouldn't be such a big deal, but my company gives us about 17 holidays a year and 3 - 5 personal days on top of our vacation. Why they chose to work the day after Christmas is still baffling us all. We got the Friday prior, but not Monday, however, we get the Friday before New Year's AND the Monday after.... go figure!

Being as the name of my site is "Art On A Limb," one might wonder where the art is. I just haven't taken the time to do anything new for a while, but I plan on doing that soon. My art is pretty much a form of meditation for me and I am feeling the need to enjoy it.

Well, my Friday (aka Thursday)isn't too far off. Yipee!!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

They Talked

From a Christmas episode of Northern Exposure as told on air by Chris Stevens aka Chris-In-The-Morning of KBHR:

"It's an old legend, that on Christmas Eve at midnight, all the animals fall on their knees and speak -- praising the new born Jesus.

(pausing to reflect)

Back in the winter of '68, my Dad was doing a short term for D and D. Mom was -- I'm not sure where Mom was. Anyway, I was home alone on Christmas Eve and I stayed up late to see if my dog, Buster, would talk. He did -- at least I think he did. I don't remember Buster's exact words, but that's not important. What matters is that a seven-year-old boy experienced his own
personal epiphany.

My point? It's that Christmas reveals itself to each of us in a personal way -- be it secular or sacred. Whatever Christmas is -- and it's many things to many people -- we all own a piece of it. Kinda like Santa's bag, inside there's gift for everyone.

My Christmas wish for you tonight -- may your dog talk"

And that's what it's about...

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Forging On

A week since the last post and peace has continued to reign fairly well. Tonight, she got a little snippy, so I tried to nip that in the bud quickly and I think it worked. Sheesh! This age is so dramatic and emotional.

One of my coworkers has twin girls that are also 13 - he says his girls are on emotional roller coasters, too, so at least we don't feel so alone.

Christmas is sneaking up and I still have some shopping to do. Fortunately, I am off tomorrow and Friday - woohooo! At least one day to get good sleep. Why just one? My nephew graduates from college on Friday, so we have to drive 3 hours for that event. I wouldn't miss it for the world, though. I am so proud of him. Seems like he was a baby just yesterday.

I am so glad my child is a sleepyhead and ready to go to bed by 9pm every night... I don't know how much I could do.

Happy Holidays, indeed!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

We Just Thought THAT Was A Test!

My goodness, we sure had a big one tonight! Our 13 yr old thinks she runs us and the house. Don't let anyone tell you that adopting an older child is easy, it isn't. It's definitely worth it, but it's HARD! They keep pushing your buttons to see if you'll give them back or give up on them.

This evening, I had to uncork evil-Lynda to restore order in this house. She did her job and peace reigns...

for now.

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Amazing Mutters

It's been ages since I took the time for an Unconscious Muttering, so here goes!

  1. Amazing:: Grace
  2. Delights:: De-lovely
  3. Inspired:: Thought
  4. Disgusted:: Eewwww
  5. You:: and Me
  6. Vagina:: Private
  7. Palm:: Tree
  8. Sweetheart:: Lover
  9. Guilt:: Pangs
  10. More to come:: Teaser

Treed

The Christmas tree is up and gorgeous. The husband helped with the lights and the daugther lasted about 20 minutes. Basically, I had this all to myself, but to tell the truth, I like it, so all is well.

Maybe the borderline OCD was really a gift from my dad - it rears its head at various times - like when it's time to "do" the tree. I'm exhausted, but it looks great.

The most fun was having our daughter sit down with us when we were done and just enjoy the whole package.

Life is good.

Friday, December 02, 2005

Proved Wrong and Progress Reports

If you read the previous post, you can see that our daughter was determined to proves us wrong, to get better than a C on her science test. We had more than some doubts, but I am happy to say she did it. She got a B. Quite frankly, I was shocked, but proud.

Then, the following day, here come the progress reports. Three grades have dropped - math, English, and US history... grrrrr.... science (shock!), has actually gone up. I spent the day emailing these teachers. It seems the big issue is talking, talking, talking, talking, talking. And when she's not talking.... wait! that doesn't happen.

All 3 teachers say that one on one she is delightful, but in the room, blab, blab, blab, blab. Our job is to "brainstorm" with her and make sure she understands that being respectful means closing the mouth during class.

Geez! This never ends. She says she can't quit talking. I say she can. Nuh-uh! Uh-huh!