Monday, January 18, 2010
Mother Nature is friggin mad! It is raining, it has been raining and it will be raining for the remainder of the week. A tree fell right across the street from us. Rains good. I love what rain signifies in our family...summer, lake, fun and lots of good memories. But that's another story for another time. Rainy days make me feel nostalgic and almost calm. I could just sit looking out the window thinking all day.
The Tortured Teenager and I are sucking down Alfredo noodles for breakfast. Mind you, it isn't breakfast time either but both of us are in need some of some comfort. Noodles with cheesy Alfredo doesn't get any closer. She must really need comfort because she has a coffee cake in the oven too. Doubt she will eat it after the noodles. I cant even finish my noodles... I'm getting better at pushing away from the food when a little full instead of eating until I'm stuffed. Sugar treats aren't my weakness anyways. That's the Teenager's vice.
I could live in the kitchen. Chopping onions is not a chore and smashing garlic is almost an aphrodisiac. I get giddy when looking through all the blogs and the recipes. I have links saved for enough dinners for years to come. I'm so lucky that the Fireman loves everything I make and is always asking what's for dinner with this look in his eyes like a kid in a candy shop. Early in the marriage he would choke down what ever I made and smile. Hell, what ever I made had to be better than what he lived on, cold soup and cheese sandwiches.
In a time of so many failed marriages and lonely people, I can't help but feel grateful for finding my soul mate. And I know, now I've lost you readers...blah blah blah. But really the Fireman is the only thing I need. The kids can grow up, move away and I still have my best friend. I hope my kids find that some day.
I have friends. I great friends. Friends that have been in my life for decades. That have seen me at my worst and my best. I have new friends too. But, it's hard for me to make friends. I find I'm not as friendly as I used to be. I'm not as outgoing as the Tortured Teenager. I don't like sharing like I did in my twenties. I just don't like opening my heart to people like I used to. I've been hurt too many times. I notice my Little Ball Player is the same way. He wears his emotions on his sleeve but carries his world close to his heart. Hmmm wonder if he got that from me? The Tortured Teenager is tough. She wears no emotions on her sleeves. She is like a good poker player. She is going to make an amazing lawyer someday. I on the other hand, come off as a raging bitch when I try to put my poker face on. LOL
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