Soon Before Long
March 16, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
It feels good when I catch up on my blog feeds. Of course, I’m feeling like a loser when I realize how many of them I have. But I live in Ohio, and there’s nothing to do here when it snows. I mean, you could eat. One thing I’ve learned about Ohioans is we’re like bears. Eat and sleep all winter, then fat and hairy by Spring wondering what happened to our waistline.
One of the blogs I read follows a man (I know! A man blogger!). This man is really into life. Seems like a nice enough guy for someone I’ve never met. Recently, his wife passed away. Less than a year later, not only did he date a family friend, but married her.
I’m not one to pass judgment. I mean, I am – I have. But for this particular instance, I kept my mouth shut. My brain had other agendas. He was not aware at the time, but BFam was about to become the victim of a hypothetical…
Me: If I died from some terrifically horrible terminal illness, how long would you wait before remarrying?
BFam: Depends on the situation.
Me: I died. I, your long-suffering, terminally ill wife, after many years of battling the affliction and bearing your many children, died. How long before you took up another wife?
BFam: I don’t know. It really just depends.
Me: On what?
BFam: This is upsetting you. Isn’t it?
Me: What would give you that idea? I just want to know what you’d want to do after my body was barely cold in the ground.
BFam: Well, the mourning period is tricky. Sometimes it takes years, sometimes months, maybe shorter.
Me: SHORTER?!
BFam: What I’m saying is, everyone’s mourning period is different.
Me: How long would yours be?
BFam: A long time. Probably forever. Happy?
Sure, he might be lying to me. I wouldn’t expect that, after I died, BFam would be a widow for the rest of his life. It’s cruel to think you’re off living your afterlife, while your spouse is made to suffer miserable and alone just because you expect him to spend the rest of his days mourning the best thing he ever had.
I kid.
Kinda.
Which leaves me with this question: What is the appropriate time to mourn the passing of a spouse/significant other? I’d love feedback. I’m well aware I may not get any. Everybody too busy Googling booty and big booty girls and big booties.
Shameful.
Cover image: Wedding by ~Ironpaw
Exercise Gives You Gas… And Other Randomness
March 11, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
So last night, I worked out for a long time after having foregone a workout. In a long time. And it was a good workout. Just me, my sweats, my newly purchased sports bras from Tarzhay, and a new exercise DVD. After coming down with bronchitis, me and workouts weren’t exactly on speaking terms, and I’ve got weight to lose because, honestly, I was supposed to be documenting that whole process, and I could just see this ugly spiral of procrastination churning in my belly and… never mind. You know what I’m saying.
Needless to say, I got my butt kicked. I hurt. I think I may have even cried a little. I farted A LOT! Did you know exercise pushes all that air out of you? I always wonder if I should ask BFam to spot me as extra motivation but, after last night, I’m thinking not.
Bo seemed not to mind.
My tattoo has healed nicely. I’m thinking of getting more added to it because, like I said, tattoos are addictive. And I’m still dumb. Obviously. Hello?!
I heart this dog. I can’t even help myself sometimes.
FUN FACT: Did you know that dogs can sense ailment before humans can? Before I was diagnosed with bronchitis, Bo routinely laid on my chest. He’d never done it before and I had no clue he was trying to tell me something. All this time I had my own personal Lassie and didn’t know it.
When I die, I’m leaving everything to him. (Sorry kids.)
I could really go for a glass of this right now.
It’s almost Spring which means it’s almost Summer which means AWESOME!
Which also means I’ve got to find a new word to replace awesome. I’m really starting to show my age here.
Mooter’s playing soccer in the Spring, and she’s going out for softball. Who’s trying to get coordinated? Eh? EH?!
(Also, that kid has grown AT LEAST a foot since this was snapped. Heaven help my wallet!)
This is my favorite picture of Booger. I don’t know why.
These acts of randomness were brought to you by nostalgia.
Is it Spring yet?!
Whatever Wednesday: Papiroflexia
March 10, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
When Mooter was preschool age, she was briefly homeschooled by BFam. She was given age appropriate assignments, then creative time to use however she chose. Creative time almost always ended in a drawing.
Not long into her time with a socialized setting, Mooter was introduced to libraries. True to her creative roots, she’d glean more toward books about drawing. At some point, she happened on a book and couldn’t wait to come home and tell me about it. But the thing about Mooter is her version of telling you about it is actually showing you. Sometimes her words get lost, or she’s easily frustrated because what’s going on in her head isn’t accurately articulated. Before you ask, no. She isn’t autistic. She isn’t developmentally challenged in any way. She’s a bright girl who speaks full sentences. Her brain, however, is a quick-moving thing. Her mouth? Not so much. And there lies our problem: fast brain, slow mouth. (Wonder where she gets that from.)
After many runs to and from the home office for paper, many moans and groans from her work station in the middle of the living room floor, wads and wads of balled paper and failed attempts, my toddler walked up to me with her newest learned creative turn. She called it “oh-my-gah-mee”.
To Mooter, who now when I remind her of her oh-my-gah-mee, thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. And still makes them for me.
Then & Now
March 5, 2010 by NaysWay · 4 Comments
When Bo was a little bitty baby child, I loved him.
I thought there was nothing better in the world than a Bo.
Who else could get away with being so completely serene… and downright lazy?
Who else could make me believe ugly things were cute?
Who else could resemble the jowls of Walter Cronkite?
Everyone needs a Bo in their life.
Running Over
March 4, 2010 by NaysWay · Leave a Comment
At some point, we hit a lull with the amount of children populating our family. I use family in the singular sense because mine doesn’t count. It’s my family – all four of us – then that’s it. I’m an only child (which is starting to be a recurring mention in my posts – I’m sensing some hostility within myself). I don’t have nieces or nephews. What cousins I do have are second and third generation, and I rarely see them unless someone dies.
I don’t know what I was thinking marrying BFam. Not only is he the oldest of his clan (which, as I’ve read in various online articles, is not the greatest match with an only child), but he has a buttload of siblings, nieces, nephews, and cousins. I feel like I need a tally sheet talking to them. Because whose kid are you? And how are you related again? And I’m your what?
BFam’s siblings range in age. The youngest sibling is sixteen (and I’m probably getting that wrong but see my previous statement: I can’t keep up). There are a good mix of girls and boys. Save for the sixteen-year-old, almost all of his siblings have procreated.
And this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but I’ve officially gone from having hardly any family to HOLY CATS WHERE DID ALL THESE PEOPLE COME FROM?
And the birthdays?! Don’t even get me started on the birthdays. Sweet Georgia Brown, all these little people! As if I wasn’t having enough trouble already!
I’m going to need everyone to go on procreation lock down. What’s trickier than asking everyone to keep their legs closed than getting that word out to 1.5 million relatives.
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