passwords

I strongly dislike computer passwords. I admit--I have no memory so I cannot retain the key words..b/c everything you sign on needs a different combo..with numbers, without numbers, 6 letters, case sensitive--rules-rules -rules. And I do not trust the box that asks that the computer remember your password. What's the secret then???
I tried filing my passwords in a small phone directory...but of course I don't remember where that LITTLE book is. Or if I write the words on that important paper, I don't remember where I filed that paper. How many times can I check the 'forgot password' box-then I need to create yet another combo of my favorite word.
Can you feel my frustration? Is it really the words or the password to my memory?

green grass

I admit--sometimes the kids & sports were a buffer from the spouse. On the weekend I could escape by doing 'chores'. Now, not so easy. D. is willing to go anywhere with me -the market, shopping for a new faucet, clothes..you name it. Even when we are snapping at each other, he wants to be by my side. I do say, sometimes it can be a bit close.
I know, the grass is always greener on the other side. And don't get me wrong..I don't want to trade may lawn for another--but I would not mind a fence.

phinally the phillies

Go Phillies. I am not so much a PhilsPhan-but i am a fan of my husband...a true Philly fan. Loves them- hates them. Yells at the television, screams loudly, knows the stats. listens to AM talk radio all that and more.

Once we started hanging out in 1973-the phils have been a part of our lives. I have great memories of driving from the shore to the Vet, sitting in the hot sun or rain, drinking beer and taking in a game. Or one night watching until 1:30 am until overtime ended. For some reason, this year I started watching more games--guess b/c the kids were not home to watch...ya think!
So who wanted to go to the vet during the playoffs at 10 pm--me. Who was going to the parade no matter what..me. So the big philly phan decided he should go w.me-even though crowds are so out of his box.
The parade was awesome, but I did not get to see it. too many people, not enough space. I did walk down broad st. and heard the roar when the flat-beds passed.--just what I wanted. This the newPhilly nerd (me) is still watching the repeat of the parade on tv...2 days later. It is a thrill.

sisters

Rachel Getting Married was about the love of a sister. Yes, there was much, much more to the film--but it hit my sibling nerve. I have three sisters and we did not have a fairy tale childhood. But we have remained connected and we are there for each other--no matter what. We don't understand it and rarely question why.
Watching Kym and Rachel woke up that deep emotion ...or should I say, brought me to tears! When a tragedy happens and is never discussed, it results in resentment, fights, hurt feelings, hateful thoughts, anger--just like in the movies...who would have thought!! And like the movie-- no matter how much I fucked up, withdrew and said or did mean shitty things -my sisters always loved me and took care of me. Rachel bathing Kim just before her wedding showed the power of such primal love.
R.G.M. brought me back to that younger version of myself and made me realize: I was worth loving.

A great big thank you to my sisters!!!

and now there are 3

Z moved in. He does not have much and he looked lost as he wondered around our house... he has not lived here for nearly eight years . He now gets to experience being the only child--which I felt good about. I always felt that as soon as I brought #3 into the house, he was the middle child--with all that goes with it!! Now, I know it sounds silly, but in a way it makes me feel better that he can get the benefits of being the only child (*even if he is 25). Extra spoiling never hurt anyone! even if it is for 2 days a week and an occasional weekend. Yes, we did make a schedule.

back to three

One moves out another moves in. Can that be? Are we allowed to say NO.
Our other son needs a temp place to live as his new apt fell through and he already gave notice to his Animal House landlord. Even Zach's girlfriend knew that we wanted to be E.Nester's and said he could move in w/ her., but he wants to be home as it is much closer to his work. I felt bad. My husband had no problem with the situation and I know Z is as easy going as can be---but I felt like it was too soon. Long story and many e-chats later-- I convinced Zach that he had to move in, we wanted him, it would be fun. We compromised and he will live part time with us and part time with Kelly. I think I went too far when I asked for a schedule.

v.p. girlfriend

After watching the debate last night I realized that I do not want my vice president (or pres) to be my friend. Was Sarah trying to talk to me? I did not relate. Our political views are certainly not the same. Our social or religious beliefs are not the same. I would not pretend to know what it is like to live and govern the great state of Alaska and I know she does not know about the life I live on the east coast of this great nation. I did not appreciate Sarah's winking, chuckling, and pointing to me (or to Joe). For many years, I was an active soccer mom but I do not remember Sarah Palin on the fields. ...maybe Tina Fey!
I have enough girlfriends, I want a vice-president that acts and talks like one.

p.s. did you get your kids to register to vote??

virgin blog

My first blog entry. I am trying to get on board with the times and learn texting, webbing, blogging etc. My daughter assures me that without this new technology, I will loose all contact with my loved ones. So here I am, blogging!

Recently I have watched so many Phillies & Eagles games with my husband-it's like old times. I did not enjoy sports as much when the boys were home....I wonder why.
I enjoy food shopping and cooking more also. I wonder why.
It's funny, but many of my women friends are surprised that I am so happy to be an E.Nester. Other of my true sisters understand! I want to talk to more men.
The definition of E.N. Syndrome only mentions women who feel the lose, but I really think my husband is more emotional than I am. I wonder why.

Questions and answers....not really. Just wondering out loud.