Exciting things are happening with mommy in the next couple months! I'm well on my way into developing a business plan, and setting the wheels in motion! So exciting!!
Trying to get so much squared away, it's crazy how much you have to do to get a business license. Plus we have 50 million things going on this month. I am guessing I will have everything smooth and ready January 1. And this time, there is NO backing down. I am making a promise to myself that I WILL get my business license, I will get my training done, and I WILL get my business off the ground in 2012. There's no time like the present and the present is NOW!
I had the best wedding last weekend, and it really made me realize, that now the kids are capable of hanging with daddy for a night so that mommy can work and do something she loves! They survived, daddy survived, and mommy didn't feel too guilty. And that was amazing. And I got some fantastic referrals!
Go me!
Friday, September 30, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
10 years...
10 years ago tomorrow. You know what I was doing?
At 6AM I woke up with my hubby (then boyfriend) , watched him put on his Cal Fire uniform, drove him over to his grandparents house to borrow a car while his was in the shop, kissed him goodbye, drove back home and turned on Good Morning America. And pretty much after that... my life and every single American's lives were changed forever.
I never got up before 6:30am. EVER. So it was odd that I was wide awake and watching the news. We had heard some scuttle on the radio in the short car ride to D's grandparents, but we weren't sure what was going on so dismissed it pretty quickly. We had no idea what was unfolding 3 hours ahead of us in New York. I sat there and watched the first tower burn and thought, man that's a nasty fire. That just doesn't seem right. No one even mentioned "terrorists." It wasn't a word that was used very often 10 years ago. And then as I watched the live feed, a crazy feeling came over me, as I watched a plane turn right, cock it's wings so that it was sideways, and ram right into tower 2. I can still feel myself watching it like it just happened. And I sat there. And sat a little more. And then I realized that MY DAD was in Chicago in the Sears Tower and Oh my God they just blew up the Pentagon, and Oh my God another plane just crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
I called my mom who was still sleeping and told her to call my dad and get him the hell out of there! Luckily he was already being evacuated.
And why the world was changing, and people were watching in complete horror, you know what my husband was doing? He was going to work. He was listening on the radio, driving his hour and half commute, in his uniform, and he kept driving. And he drove to work, and he stayed there. For four days he stayed there. He stayed even though 343 firefighters died that day. He stayed as EMS and Police and human life died that day. And 10 years later, you know where he is? He's in a different uniform, but he's still there. And to me, that makes him the bravest person on my earth. Because he stayed. He knew his fate. After 9/11 I saw a light in his eye that I had never seen before and I knew his destiny was clear. And I could not be more proud of the man I call my husband.
I am a proud wife of a firefighter/EMS provider. And I grieve every day for those who lost a loved one on 9/11. But I am so grateful for those brave men and women who helped so many escape. Those who like my husband, did not run, but they stayed. Just as I know my husband would have if he had been there.
At 6AM I woke up with my hubby (then boyfriend) , watched him put on his Cal Fire uniform, drove him over to his grandparents house to borrow a car while his was in the shop, kissed him goodbye, drove back home and turned on Good Morning America. And pretty much after that... my life and every single American's lives were changed forever.
I never got up before 6:30am. EVER. So it was odd that I was wide awake and watching the news. We had heard some scuttle on the radio in the short car ride to D's grandparents, but we weren't sure what was going on so dismissed it pretty quickly. We had no idea what was unfolding 3 hours ahead of us in New York. I sat there and watched the first tower burn and thought, man that's a nasty fire. That just doesn't seem right. No one even mentioned "terrorists." It wasn't a word that was used very often 10 years ago. And then as I watched the live feed, a crazy feeling came over me, as I watched a plane turn right, cock it's wings so that it was sideways, and ram right into tower 2. I can still feel myself watching it like it just happened. And I sat there. And sat a little more. And then I realized that MY DAD was in Chicago in the Sears Tower and Oh my God they just blew up the Pentagon, and Oh my God another plane just crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
I called my mom who was still sleeping and told her to call my dad and get him the hell out of there! Luckily he was already being evacuated.
And why the world was changing, and people were watching in complete horror, you know what my husband was doing? He was going to work. He was listening on the radio, driving his hour and half commute, in his uniform, and he kept driving. And he drove to work, and he stayed there. For four days he stayed there. He stayed even though 343 firefighters died that day. He stayed as EMS and Police and human life died that day. And 10 years later, you know where he is? He's in a different uniform, but he's still there. And to me, that makes him the bravest person on my earth. Because he stayed. He knew his fate. After 9/11 I saw a light in his eye that I had never seen before and I knew his destiny was clear. And I could not be more proud of the man I call my husband.
I am a proud wife of a firefighter/EMS provider. And I grieve every day for those who lost a loved one on 9/11. But I am so grateful for those brave men and women who helped so many escape. Those who like my husband, did not run, but they stayed. Just as I know my husband would have if he had been there.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
One left
I have one left. ONE. One little person permanently at home with me, for now. Av started pre school today. I don't even know how it happened. Seriously. She turns four next month and I think so far, her aging has been the quickest for me. And I think it's because I've been home the entire time she's been alive, and even before she was actually physically out of my body ALIVE. I got laid off in July 4 years ago, and she was born that October. So, for me this was a hard one to swallow. I got to be there when Iz started school. But I missed a lot of the first 3 years of her life because I worked. And daddy did everything with her. So much that I can't even remember what she was like the first 3 years. And I HATE that. But I remember every tiny remotely insignificant thing about Avery since the day she was born. So dropping her off at school today, and her nudging me toward the door, was no surprise. Her not crying at all, not even looking back, no surprise. And I died a little inside. Because my middle baby just left me! And then after I died a little, I was so proud. Because she is such an amazing little girl. So loving, so independent, soooo sweet and so great with a tiny bit of fire in her. She may look just like me, but she has the most amazingly wonderful heart like her daddy. She loves talking to people, is not shy, is so charismatic. Just such a sweet kid.
And now 5 days a week, I have a kid that I don't see from 8:40-3:05. And then 2 days a week, my Av goes to school from 9-11:30. Next year, she'll be in school until 1. Bittersweet is putting it mildly. I've got my Tabby here for another year or so, and then she's off to preschool. This is a clear indication that I AM GETTING OLD AND MY KIDS ARE GOING TO LEAVE ME ONE DAY.
And I just died a little more inside...
And now 5 days a week, I have a kid that I don't see from 8:40-3:05. And then 2 days a week, my Av goes to school from 9-11:30. Next year, she'll be in school until 1. Bittersweet is putting it mildly. I've got my Tabby here for another year or so, and then she's off to preschool. This is a clear indication that I AM GETTING OLD AND MY KIDS ARE GOING TO LEAVE ME ONE DAY.
And I just died a little more inside...
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