Thursday, August 7, 2014

287 days

So I got a Facebook message yesterday about planning a party for graduation this coming year as there will be 3 of them graduating this next May and let me be honest I was at work when I read the message and my first thought was "what the #*!! It's 9 months away, when has anyone in this family ever planned anything more than a month out?"  In my defense it had been a long night at work and well I was tired and nowhere near ready to talk about party planning.  But after sleeping and reading the messages again I had a better outlook.  I was still thinking the "when has anyone planned this far out" part.  I mean come on.  Nearly every one of my readers are family and you all have to admit that no one in this family plans for stuff very far off.  A month is awesome but nine times out of ten it's a week 2 if you're lucky. 
I should probably get a little excited about having a senior this year.  I suppose that with her already turning 18 a few months ago the fear of her being an adult has already came and left.  But as far away as graduation seems (287 days) I have no doubt that it will be here before we know it and yes I am positive I will be a big old cry baby about my little cupie doll graduating.
She has grown and changed so much over the years but she has also changed me.  I have had to learn to not show fear when faced with bad situations because she has been there to watch how I handle them.  I have never wanted anything more than I want for her to be a strong independent young lady.  I may not always handle everything with grace but who of us has every single time?  But I look at my girl now and know deep in my heart that she will do just fine on her own in life.  She is smart, beautiful, caring, compassionate, reliable and a wonderful friend.  Even though she is my daughter she is one of my dearest friends.
I know she is reading this thinking "ugh, mom we are not friends". But in a few years when (if) she chooses to be a mom she will realize how good of friends moms and daughters (children) can really be.
She has taught me to forgive more easily and to stand up for people I care about.  Traits I already had but being mom made them stronger.  She has shown me how to be a real friend without judgment by being a friend to her friends without holding grudges. 
For the two of you who bombarded my message box with party planning ideas and suggestions don't worry I'm on board and I can see a super fabulously fun family time for our graduates to remember for quite some time.  And I thank you dearly for asking us to join in the fun.  I can't wait.

To Valorie, Haleigh & Clayton this is your senior year it is meant to be the best year of your whole school career I hope you make the absolute most of it and create memories to share with your future kids.  Do everything you possibly can in school and out.  Hang out with your friends go to football games, basketball games...all the games.  Attend plays and assemblies be silly and be serious.  These are the last days of being high schoolers.  It's your year you've earned the title SENIOR so own it and make it whatever it means to you.  Know that we are all so very proud of you and are all here for you every step of the way.  Most importantly know that we love you. 

Wow, seniors...really though where did all this time go and how can we get it back?  Just kidding ☺

Have a great week, thanks for reading.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014


In the short amount of time I have spent here this guy has captured my heart as much as our fur babies at home have.  It is going to be weird around the department without him laying right in the middle of the floor or barking at absolutely nothing in the back of the room at the wall or being startled by him in a random Tpack cubbie.  I am going to miss the way he sneaks up and takes towels and blankets off cots and leaves them scattered all over the place.  The way he freaks out and nothing really calms him down when there is thunder or fireworks at drillers stadium.  The way his eyes light up when he sees his cheese.  The way he walks around with his nose in the air sniffing when someone has food in the department.  The way he use to steal items from the lost and found every day.  And the way he snags stuffed animals out of boxes in the department and shreds them before we have a chance to place them on the units.  No matter his age or the state of his health he is always up to something and keeping things interesting at work.  He has made some of my worst days at work a little better just by being himself.
Lots of people here couldn't care less that he won't be here anymore, some complain about his dog hair everywhere but never pick up a broom to help control it.  They complain about him being under their feet but never stop to think he just needs a little petting and love and he would go on his way.  But there are those of us who will miss all of his craziness.  And it will be an incredibly sad day on my first day back to work after his last day here.  So many people are asking if we are getting a replacement dog? Really?  But who knows what management has in store.  New dog or not there will never be another Lansing.
Farewell buddy you have been a loyal coworker and friend ☺

Have a good week everyone, thanks for reading


Sunday, June 29, 2014

So this is 40 ☺

I remember being a little kid thinking how old 40 seemed...turns out it isn't so bad.  Yeah I've only been 40 for a few days but really it doesn't feel any different than not being 40 and honestly I don't mind it.  I wouldn't want to go back to any other age either.  This age is so far the best.  Stephen and I have almost finished raising our girls (and pretty good girls they are too) we have a nice home on a small piece of land and have enough money to enjoy life together.  Much better than when I was in my twenties where we had 2 little girls a tiny home and one paycheck.  Yeah, 40 is when you kinda have your shit together it would seem & the best part is 40 isn't as horrible as everyone makes it out to be. 

I had a fabulous time celebrating my birthday this year, my dearest friend (who will be hitting the big 4 0 in just under a year) and a few of my family members made sure they "painted the town" as they put it to be sure everyone knew that I was becoming "over the hill"  
It's funny because for several months everyone was reminding everyone else to not forget to hang signs for Tammy's 40th.  No one wanted my day to go by without getting their revenge.  Yes, I have spent (probably more than) my share of late nights making and hanging signs all over every sign post, paper box, ice box and random fence to spread the word of loved ones big (old) milestones.  It is something I remember always doing once I was out on my own.  I guess I do it because I want everyone to feel special on their birthday and to see signs hanging all over town is a fun way to show them that someone was thinking of them on their special day (along with many strangers wondering who just turned 30, 40, 50...)  It was fun driving through town this past Wednesday to see how well I had taught those that hung signs for me.  They did pretty darn well.  I counted 14 from one end of town to the middle of town and there were about 15-20 more on the other end of town.  No one could miss them.  I went to renew my drivers license on Friday afternoon and the lady in the tag office said "oh, you just turned 40 didn't you?"  She mentioned that she seen all the signs around town as well as a couple other ladies in the office doing business.  (So for each of you that spent time making sure people would see that I got old...your work paid off.)    :)
I don't know really why I started hanging signs but I do remember being a little kid when my uncle Mike turned 30 and though Nanny didn't hang signs all over town, she did hang a big sign "Mike is dirty at 30" or something to that nature on their front door and everyone that came over got to sign their name and birthday wishes on it.  I thought that was too cool and it showed him that people were celebrating his special day.  I love birthdays and even if it is a little home cooked dinner and cake with only those that live with you, all birthdays should be celebrated. 

Yep this is 40 and so far it's not so bad and I can't wait to see what all this next 10 years has in store for me. 

Thanks for reading & have a great day 


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

18 already?

The reality of it really hasn't sank in yet I don't think, she still has one more year of school so that's probably why.
My first born 18 years old.  Despite all the reminders of her age from my sweet girl, it truly does seem like only yesterday we were bringing her home from the hospital when all the sudden here we are just over 2 weeks past her turning eighteen, where did all those years go?
I would love to be able to sit here and recount every single detail with you from the very start but that might bore you to tears and well she might kill me of I did that.  Because I can remember lots of little moments that would embarrassed her to death like how she was so scared of everyone singing happy birthday on her first birthday that she hid under the table crying and didn't want to touch the cake we got her.  Or of her and her bff having cupcakes in their diapers that nanny brought by after Cathy's party at school when they were only one.  Or of her and the same friend thinking that the best time to chit chat is while going pee pee in the bathroom together one on the toilet and one on the training potty facing each other when they were just tiny little girls.
Yeah, I have lots of those fun memories floating around in my mind but like I said she might kill me if I tell too many.
At 18 you would think she could handle everyone singing happy birthday, well she did better than the first time anyway.  This year she got a 7 night Carnival Cruise for her birthday.  Her room was decorated by carnival before she ever got to her room and they left a cake for her as well. (Over the top spoiled?  Yes she is.  But that's ok she deserves to be) and at her birthday dinner the waiters in the restaurant on the ship brought her cake with a candle and all gathered around to sing happy birthday to her. She sat there smiling and her face turning about 18 shades of red but she didn't crawl under the table or cry and she was fully dressed while eating said cake and she goes to the restroom all by her self like a big girl now so we have made at least a little progress with her in the 18 years we've had her  ;)
 If you have a fun fond memory of our sweet girl please feel free to share it in the comment section at the bottom of this post.  We would love to read what you share.

Thanks for reading my ramblings.

Have a great day