Writing

So, I've decided to start writing. I did many years ago before college and life sucked up my time. I felt it may be good to practice and to get stuff out there. Here is something I wrote a month ago, I was home with my Mom for her surgery and I was having a bunch of feelings and no way to express them.

HOME

The taste hit her lips and burned her tongue and slowly made it's way smoothly down her throat. It was warm, and the smell was pungent in her nose. It made her tingle and eventually made her head tipsy. It had been a long week. She wanted a moment to forget,  to just sit back and put the stress away for a while. She needed time to process her busy mind, it never rested, even when she was away.

Why was the week so different? She had been here many times and knew the place inside and out. It was always her comfort zone, where she could close her eyes and always go to. She knew the streets- the one she grew up on with the tree in the front yard she climbed, the road she would meet her friends and play till dusk. The smell of the house when she walked in the door, a familiar mix of the morning coffee and cleaning products.

It wasn't right.

Everything was the same but nothing felt it. She sipped her drink and winced as it went down. What had changed? The room was dark, she laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling fan spinning in a slow rhythm. She needed a fresh perspective, and went outside. The chill felt fresh, and the stars in the sky were so bright. A perfect night to reflect.

It was all the same, the noises, the houses, the neighborhoods, the stars. She was the difference and she knew it. She hated that no one saw it but her. That they all kept going about their life and no one noticed or cared. Her absence from this place was insignificant. The glass was empty now and she curled her legs up in a ball on the front step.

The door opened to the house and he stepped out. His presence always had a way to stop time, even though she was much older now. He sat next to her and refilled her drink.

His voice was deep and tired, "You know, I could not have made it this week without you here. I love you." He kissed her forehead and went back inside, and suddenly it all came crashing back to her in full speed. It was different now, but HE understood. He always understood her ever since she was a child. She took a last sip and smiled. She was home at last.

New baby?

So we are getting this puppy soon! Crazy, I know. After 36 years of never having a dog (except when I was too young to remember) I am getting a dog. I have no idea how to raise a dog, except for the hours of reading from, "Puppies for Dummies". My previous experience is 2 (sometimes wilder than an animal) kids and many fish. I am going on the fact that I have no idea about anything involving fish because I do not live in water, therefore it is not my thing. Dogs though, they similar to us, they need food, water, shelter. I can do this- this is going to be fun! It is funny how nervous I am, almost like I was expecting a baby again. I am wondering how this pup will change me, and what new things will come. 

So as I am preparing for my new puppy I hope someone will bring me some advice and words of wisdom!

Winter stinks, but...

I have never really enjoyed winter. Especially when I was younger and my dad would make my sister's and me shovel the driveway. It snowed a bunch yesterday in our big hyped up "Groundhog Day Storm"- we actually only got 5 or 6 inches.  My husband told me to "please take the kids outside". I guess he felt he has to convince me, since I hate winter. Well, I took them anyway. :) I have decided winter still stinks, but this makes it a bit warmer. 

Just to listen to me go on and on

I am thinking someone may like to listen to me, or at least read the happenings of this crazy mom and Pharmacist. JT is annoyed that I am taking up his playtime, so here is blog number 1.