Windy morning in Nebraska

I feel like one of my teenagers...slept in until 11:00 a.m.!  Well rested and great perspective though.  Gotta love it!  It is amazing how a Sunday of organization, catch up, and exercise can prepare you mentally for the work week.  I have a lot of ideas going through my head on what I want to accomplish, but I will stick to the basics...laundry, e-mail, light cleaning, back packs AND Christmas decorations.  Although my 17 year old professes to hating Christmas music, he is going to have to suck it up this afternoon as I will need his muscles for the boxes.  Also on my list will be list items I "owe" others...family history stories for my mom, cook for my boys, card for my man, work on Christmas presents.  Ah, yes, it does feel just as good to give as to receive, even in small ways, doesn't it?

Blogging on a whim????

I have to be honest.  I really didn't fully understand how this "blogging" worked until about an hour ago.  I was talking to a young cousin at a family wedding.  She shared with me her blog story, so of course, I had to look it up as soon as I got home.  Fascinating!  Hmmm...I like this concept and enjoyed reading her posts.  In my last chapter I was the queen of journaling.  I would memorialize my daily life.  Typically entries would include funny things my boys would say and do.  Many times I would add a random snapshot trying to capture the memory...the day.  My life was so awesome.  I just wanted to capture every moment so I could go back some day and relive it all again.  And writing is so therapeutic.  When chapter 2 came to an abrupt halt, I was encouraged to write it all down to clear my head.  Good advice!  Now I am in chapter 3 and so far a very happy and fun adventure.  Time to break out the thoughts and put them on paper (wait...I think I mean put them in cyberspace??)

Anyway...feels good so far :)  My story in a nutshell...Born in a small (very small) Iowa town.  I have two older brothers who toughened me up an kept me in line as kids :)  On to college...was supposed to be an art major, but between a guidance counselor, who happened to a priest, and my dad, I was influenced and convinced that accounting was a more "fitting" major.  My parents fled Iowa for sunny Arizona after my freshman year in college.  I met my future husband a week before they left.  We were engaged our senior year and I was married at age 22.  We moved to Omaha and I started my career in public accounting.  We followed all the set timelines.  First child born at age 25, next at age 28, and the last at age 32. All born in the month of April. Three boys, husband, great family...living the dream.  And then the bomb hit somewhere around age 40.  After a crazy (REALLY crazy) year, I am now divorced and a single mom.  I won't get into all the blah, blah, blah because it is all that...blah, blah, blah.  Old news and quite honestly, a downer.  I like happy and sunshine.  Soooo...now I am in chapter 3 and it is AWESOME.  Don't get me wrong.  This isn't something I ever wanted or ever dreamt would be my life.  But when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, right?