I just read an article on the AARP website on "How to Repair a Broken Heart". It says you shouldn't pretend to be "ok", you should learn something new or even "write it down". That's what I'm going to do. I'm going to try to journal how I feel, if not every day, at least once a week. The article recommends "You might even consider writing letters to the person you lost to help you clarify your emotions. At a later date, you'll be able to look back on what you've written and gain new insights into yourself by observing how you coped at this poignant time."
A little background. I have four children that I love with all of my heart. I made a lot of mistakes early in my life and didn't realize at that time how that would affect my children. I was physically and mentally abused by my ex-husband. I'm not going to sit here and blame it all on him. I'm sure that while no one is to blame in these kinds of situations, that I wasn't a perfect wife. I know enough about myself in hindsight, to know that I wasn't a perfect parent either.
Now, having said that, I love my children now more than ever. Is it enough? Do they know it? I would hope they do. I try to tell them how much they mean to me. I try to show them, but sometimes, you just never know if its enough.
Well, I have to take my sister to the airport soon so I really should end today's post. I want to sit and write more when I have time. I want to write more when I can be more focused. Hopefully tomorrow.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Philadelphia
Let me preface this by saying there is nothing I like about Philly. Ok, that may sound harsh. There is nothing I like about Philly sports. There. I've said it. Nothing I like, until last night.
The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Dallas Cowboys in Dallas last night. Probably one set of teams I like even less than Philly would be Dallas. So you would think I wouldn't watch the game. You're right, I didn't. However, being the sports family that we are, we watched ESPN today and saw what I considered the best EVER "celebration" in the endzone. Why they would call it a "celebration" isn't beyond me, it was more of a "statement".
DeSean Jackson, after catching a pass from Michael Vick "fell" into the end zone to score a 91-yard touchdown against the Dallas Cowboys during the second half. It was a thing of beauty! The fact that he did it in Arlington made it even better.
I'm not one for all of the bravado in the endzone, but the Cowboys deserved this one. So many times I've seen the Cowboys, with their puny 4-9 record (even less at the time of the celebrations), hit the endzone after a score and pound their chests, leap frog over each other and proclaim how great they are and how they are "America's team." My term for them is a bunch of undisciplined clowns. What goes around, comes around, Dallas.
This Sunday was ripe with stories, funny, kinda funny and really ridiculous! It was a great day for football. Snow, ice, a player out of bounds, being tripped by a coach on the sideline (one would ask why the player was running out of bounds, but that would be a whole 'nother story), a whole game having to be relocated both in location and day. The Metrodome fell in and so did DeSean Jackson. What a day!
The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Dallas Cowboys in Dallas last night. Probably one set of teams I like even less than Philly would be Dallas. So you would think I wouldn't watch the game. You're right, I didn't. However, being the sports family that we are, we watched ESPN today and saw what I considered the best EVER "celebration" in the endzone. Why they would call it a "celebration" isn't beyond me, it was more of a "statement".
DeSean Jackson, after catching a pass from Michael Vick "fell" into the end zone to score a 91-yard touchdown against the Dallas Cowboys during the second half. It was a thing of beauty! The fact that he did it in Arlington made it even better.
I'm not one for all of the bravado in the endzone, but the Cowboys deserved this one. So many times I've seen the Cowboys, with their puny 4-9 record (even less at the time of the celebrations), hit the endzone after a score and pound their chests, leap frog over each other and proclaim how great they are and how they are "America's team." My term for them is a bunch of undisciplined clowns. What goes around, comes around, Dallas.
This Sunday was ripe with stories, funny, kinda funny and really ridiculous! It was a great day for football. Snow, ice, a player out of bounds, being tripped by a coach on the sideline (one would ask why the player was running out of bounds, but that would be a whole 'nother story), a whole game having to be relocated both in location and day. The Metrodome fell in and so did DeSean Jackson. What a day!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
After Thanksgiving...
Hi all! I'm new to this whole "blog" thing, but I thought I'd give it a shot.
A little about me. I'm a fifty-seven year old mother of four, grandmother of 7. My wonderful husband and I have been married for over 20 years. We live in the "mountains" of New Jersey. They're actually more like rolling hills, but since there are ski slopes less than five miles from our house, we'll call them mountains!
My youngest son is in his third year of study at a university in Queens, NY. Majors in journalism. He's a sports NUT! I will credit him with starting me on my own road to sports fanaticality (yes, I know it's probably not a word). Having been introduced to hockey by him last year, I am crazy for the NJ Devils. We (me, my husband and son) try to attend games at the Prudential Center (the Rock) as money and time will allow.
If I continue to write this - this is a big if. I'm pretty sure I'm ADD or some alphabetical acronym. I seem to start things and have terrific intentions, then something else catches my attention. (Oh look there's a chicken!) I need to discipline myself better and hopefully my daughter, the one that still loves me and stays in contact with me, will help me keep focused. Anyway, if I cocntinue to write this, you'll find out how much sports affects our lives.
On that note, I'll call it a day. Just got back from taking my son back to school and I'm a little bit tired and in need of some football. Yes, another sport!
Until next time ... GrandmaInNJ
A little about me. I'm a fifty-seven year old mother of four, grandmother of 7. My wonderful husband and I have been married for over 20 years. We live in the "mountains" of New Jersey. They're actually more like rolling hills, but since there are ski slopes less than five miles from our house, we'll call them mountains!
My youngest son is in his third year of study at a university in Queens, NY. Majors in journalism. He's a sports NUT! I will credit him with starting me on my own road to sports fanaticality (yes, I know it's probably not a word). Having been introduced to hockey by him last year, I am crazy for the NJ Devils. We (me, my husband and son) try to attend games at the Prudential Center (the Rock) as money and time will allow.
If I continue to write this - this is a big if. I'm pretty sure I'm ADD or some alphabetical acronym. I seem to start things and have terrific intentions, then something else catches my attention. (Oh look there's a chicken!) I need to discipline myself better and hopefully my daughter, the one that still loves me and stays in contact with me, will help me keep focused. Anyway, if I cocntinue to write this, you'll find out how much sports affects our lives.
On that note, I'll call it a day. Just got back from taking my son back to school and I'm a little bit tired and in need of some football. Yes, another sport!
Until next time ... GrandmaInNJ
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