ode to ric flair

i'm not going to say it, we all know it, i am not doing well at this blogging thing lately. today. walked with a friend and sophie. talked about where we have come from. sat in the sunshine. held my daughters hand. cried with my husband. shared ideas of holidays. today was a good day. let me break it down a bit... cried with my husband...so those of you who know my little scotty know how much he loves wrestling. if you don't know, let me share just a little. as a young boy when he would be grounded from watching tv, he would just happen to mention to his brother thayne that he thought wrestling may happen to be coming on soon...this all for the benefit of thayne of course. he would then have thayne position the glass doors of the tv cabinet in such a way so that the reflection of the tv could be seen in the glass and scott would sit on the stairs nearby or vacuum repeatedly in the same spot in order to watch the matches. in later years he married a young beautiful woman, and she, having not come from any understanding of wrestling, learned to put up with his wrestling figures, theme songs, cds, title belts, costumes and endless video collections. she soon begun to equate mondays with raw (a wrestling show), and marchs with wrestlemania. well, march is almost over and wrestlemania was sunday night. thayne came over and the boys went to metrotown to watch their favorite show on the BIG SCREEN! i find that wrestling is much like any kind of story, there is a plot, characters, good guys, bad guys, gross girls and a story line that is followed. anyway, as cheesy as it all is, a long time wrestler and fan favorite retired on sunday night in tears. he walked out to a standing ovation and fans crying out his name. i know all this because tonight they had a rerun and a thank you to the man. i want you right now to picture scott and i sitting on the couch watching this man say thank you to his fans, and his comrades. now pictures us in tears...especially me, and not just a few tears, my heart is starting to hurt a little, there is a lump in my throat, i feel as though i am there, like this is my friend, i know this guy...are you serious. there i am blubbering on the couch over a wrestler...dude. i need to not watch wrestling with scott any more. this is my story for today. good bye ric flair.

dear

i made the "mistake" in my last post of titling one friend as dear and the other as merely just friend. i have been thinking about what to write as a comment to both of them for a couple of days now, mostly when i am supposed to be sleeping. but instead i have been composing a blog in my mind...which leads me to some laughter and then to scott asking what it is that i could possibly be thinking of now...he is always enamored by the thoughts that roll around in my head at such ridiculous hours of the night. so here it goes, megan - megs has been a friend since...i am not really too sure when or how we became friends, i just kinda consider her always there, since high school at some point. it was at her house during sleepovers and such that we would listen to alanis "head over feet", read magazines, talk about boys, eat corn pops, and giggle more about boys. we made some poor decisions together, nothing that i would say we regret, but i am sure given the same chance, would never do it again. she had this smell, i can't remember the name of it, but it started with an "a" and came in a tube that looked like chap stick, yellow tube i think. it smelled so good, always reminds me of her. megs and i did much together, she called (calls) me wiener and i call her megs...not really fair i know, but i let it slide. sharon - sharon and i met at the oh so popular camp Q. again, not sure at what point i found her but i do remember one of my first moments with her. please remember that sharon is a bit older than i and although that doesn't matter now, it played a bigger role in our earlier days as she was a bit cooler than i. so i am in sharons room, going on and on about this cute guy at camp (scott), with all my loudness and laughter, she finally looked at me (from her top bunk) with a look of disgust and explained that i needed to give it up. (i do believe that she on the other hand was trying to hook scott up with her younger sister). anyway, background now completed, the three of us have had some great times together. (including our fourth partner becky) we got ourselves into much trouble, have laughed hard together, shared some pretty important moments together, and continue to invite each other into our lives. i write all this not because i feel bad for labeling one as dear and not the other, but because after the comments which made me laugh, i began to think about how important people are in our lives and the role they take in shaping us and moving us along our journeys. granted, we have all frustrated each other, but it has been at least ten years of us being friends, and we still are able to call on each other and share our hearts. i truly am blessed. so back to the dear comment...which really was not made with any thought process at all...but after further thought have come to this conclusion. it was sharon, not megan who came to warn me of some happenings in a certain canoe as i watched atop the blog tower, in which megan, not sharon was involved. in slow motion i look over to see this "dear"friend of mine laughing and tossing her yellow hair back in the sun, splashing and such with who...you know who. so all in all i would then have to say that the dear one is sharon...although the question she posed to me was not all that endearing at all, but still.... i hope you enjoyed my writings, my thoughts, my trips down memory lane with my two dear friends, megan and sharon.

gotta love a little KD

perhaps i am the worst blogger ever, perhaps life gets in the way sometimes, perhaps i don't have any words to communicate. this past month has offered many obstacles to scott and i, and in the midst of them all i had no cohesive thoughts to offer anyone, let alone a computer and keyboard. it feels as though now i am not sure of the point of writing as there has been much "water under the bridge" but as my dear friend sharon writes, "it is time to get on with it." so here i am, a month past with no words or descriptions of my life but ready to share about today... today, i ate almost a whole box of kraft dinner...so gross i know, but for some reason i just kept eating it and loving it. the best part is why in the world do i even have that stuff in my house, who knows, but there it was and now it is gone. those who know me well know that i am not a kraft dinner person, first there is no nutritious value what so ever and second...well, it's just not me to eat it. the whole time i was eating all i could hear was my friend megs voice sharing (maybe it was scolding) with me how many calories were in it, and how bad this little lunch of mine was for me....hee hee hee, i just kept on eating. but now i am paying for it. sitting here, rocking just a little to help ease the pain of the kraft dinner lunch...so good in the mouth, not so good in the belly.