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Lay in bed this morning with not a fiber of my being wanting to get up.
I am in a funk of all time funks for a myriad of reasons. But life goes on.
Laundry was skipped last weekend due to my tooth pain – blah, blah, blah – I’m so over talking about that. But, fact is, I had to do laundry today.
I milled about the house, crawled back into bed. Found myself watching ‘The Shahs of Sunset’ reunion show on Bravo. What the hell? I don’t even watch the show – no clue who the people were. But evidently, reaching for the remote and changing the channel wasn’t in the cards.
Get up Amanda.
I sat outside.
I haven’t been reading as often lately, tried to read a few pages. Haven’t picked up a paint brush in a while either, nor my camera.
“Go do laundry, and take some pictures” a voice in my head told me. From where I sat, I could see fog over the river – the mountains looked beautiful.
Okay. Get dressed and just DO IT!
So I did it. Shoved our laundry into a couple of washing machines and took myself and my camera off for some quality time.
Heads up – I’m the Queen of zoom and crop. Whereas, my son captures a subject and leaves in the surroundings, whether aesthetically pleasing or not, and his photos end up amazing. I love that about him. He doesn’t edit life. I just have a problem not editing my mouth.
Without further ado:
The reason I took my camera. Fog is rare here in the desert. It called to me. The Colorado River creates it from time to time, and every time it does, its gorgeous.
Decay and growth. I loved the juxtaposition of the two.
And here too. The area I was shooting in is prone to fires. The tree in the back obviously burned and the new growth in the foreground just made such a pleasing image.
Love the curl of this metal.
Beauty and the desert beast
The reservations irrigation system.
Looked like a mirror – or a framed picture to me
Gawd I loved these
Spent shell – wonder what was on the receiving end of this?
He’s a rocks rock
On my knees in rams head weeds to get this shot, pretty sure I have a couple of puncture wounds – but worth it
Home now – this little guy is growing through the steps. I won’t go into that metaphor. But I was proud of it and that little flower inspires me.
On the way home from the laundromat a song came on that for that very moment in time, couldn’t have been more apropos. Every word spoke to me. And I don’t know when this funk will break – but I know it will. I know this. But I’m nothing if not authentic, and I never ‘fake it til I make it’. I’m not going to plaster a smile on my face. I don’t feel like smiling just yet. I have big decisions to make, big changes to consider and time is slipping by quickly. I am sad, scared, 50 shades of blue and deep in thought. But life is still beautiful. I am still grateful. And tomorrow is another day.
Here’s that song.
An answered prayer – friends.
Boy, things can flip on a dime if you want them to and you ask them to.
Last night was a cathartic post for me – after feeling awkward as arse about being gussied up all week. But before bed, I was feeling a little down in the dumps and my usual prayers started off a little differently.
I started out with a pray for me. I asked “God, please help me”. My God is of no specific religion. He loves me. He sees into my heart and knows just what I need. Always. My Faith is in Love. That is my God. He is love. A higher power that I see in every blade of grass, every ‘weed,’ every smile, every cloud, every note of music.
Anyway. Last night I was warmed first with a comment from one of my dearest friends on my post. Then with a message from a friend of years and years ago. In 6th grade, when I first transplanted to the US, he teased me and called me an English muffin. He grew into a handsome man who has served his country, makes me laugh on Facebook with his statuses and if I’m being totally honest, if we weren’t in different States, I’d be wanting to spend time with. 😉
Today – I spoke with another friend who I worked with for years in the same industry. It was so lovely to talk to her on the phone. After the initial ‘is this really you? It doesn’t sound like you’ it was as if time hadn’t passed at all.
I came back into my office later in the day to find another friend – who I worked side by side with for 6 years. Literally. lol. Our office was small but we got along so well that it was never a bad thing. We laughed and caught up. She’d just left a salon appointment a few doors down and stopped in.
But what are the odds of that being today? I haven’t seen her in over a year.
I am SO very blessed when it comes to friends. My best friend and I email most every day – and one of my favorite people works in the real estate office next door.
Then I got to thinking on the ride home – listening to my guilty pleasure, the Mama Mia soundtrack. I recant my ‘I have never been in love’ stance in an earlier blog.
I have loved. I have loved as much as I was capable of at the time. I gave all I had.
I’m not as broken as I thought I was. I have issues – who doesn’t? I also have tons of people who love me just as I am.
Christmas Eve Eve
Christmas Eve is my favorite day. The day before. The day when my son can barely stand the anticipation anymore. I can barely stand it either to be fair – I choose his gifts with a lot of thought and can’t wait to see him open them.
But I can wait. That day before – is when all the magic is still hanging in the air. The ‘unknown’ is still unknown. The wrapping is still holding in its secrets.
I absolutely adore having something to be excited about.
The meaning of Christmas aside – after the gifts have been opened and the boxes revealed – feels (to me anyway) like it’s all over.
I love the build up. The spirit of the approaching holiday.
Today was special too. No matter what the gifts under the tree that my son went out to buy are (one is labeled ‘to the lady who lives with me’, the other, ‘A.K.A. my mom’) I feel like I already had my big gift today.
It was a busy day – after my Sunday morning job, we came home and collected laundry to do at my moms, then took Nic’s friend home. Lots of driving – lots of ‘busy’.
Came home and lay on the couch enjoying a burger we salvated over every time we saw it on a mouth-watering commercial.
Ice Age 2 was on … it was just Nic and I.
After he ate, he indicated he wanted a spot next to me on the couch.
We curled up together and watched the animated flick. Wasn’t long before he was asleep – my arms around him.
You know that sound pets make when they’re falling asleep and totally comfortable? That content exhale?
He made that little noise. A sigh. And my heart filled.
I daren’t move – even when my arm fell asleep.
For that moment – I had my ‘little boy’ back. If only for a snippet of time.
That is all I needed for Christmas.
Because really it’s about telling people we love them, spending time with family and a rare Season when strangers are nicer to each other.
I had my moment. And tomorrow – I’ll be baking and looking forward to Santa filling Nic’s stocking and arranging the base of the tree. 😉
So very blessed. So very grateful. And as my son continues to sleep on the couch, I glance over at my boy who is becoming a man and so thankful for that contented sigh while he was in my arms.
And now I have to wrap it all??
(Who wears stuff like that to shop?! ^ High heels and a fancy outfit?)
I got up at the crack of dawn, full of Christmas spirit – okay, I lie. I was tired, had no coffee in the house and there was ice on my car.
Woke up to the best of my uncaffeinated ability and hit the town.
I’m not joking when I say the oil change I decided to get after the first shop, was the fastest errand of the bunch!
My first stop was at a home improvement store. I stood – like a total idiot – staring at aisle after aisle hoping what I had come for would leap out at me. Now, MOST home improvement stores offer over eager staff asking you ‘can I help you find something?’ – I must have been there too early for that shift.
Finally someone did notice my obvious ‘I need help’ body language and promptly directed me to a very close, very large end cap that held the thing I needed.
Crossed that off the list. “Do you have a Lowes card with us?” No I don’t. “Would you like one?” No I wouldn’t – this is the only time of the year I come here. “Oh, shopping for the husband?” Yeah, my invisible one. No – my dad. (Awkward look from the clerk) “Okay, Merry Christmas!”
Next store. I walked around for probably and hour. Finding a million things I would love to have that probably no one would imagine I would love to have. Walking Dead action figures … Big Bang Theory ‘magnetic dress up Sheldon’. Love the store. Anyway, I was making the staff nervous I think. I don’t think I look like a shop lifter? (If there is such a ‘shop lifting look’) but I did look confused and out-of-place. Maybe even bordering on ‘shifty’.
Someone finally got brave enough to approach me “Can I help you find something?” No, I’m waiting for something to find me. “Oh, I completely understand”she said. I think she really did you know. I think she got me.
So I found her again later only to find out the ‘thing’ I wanted was on sale LAST week.
NEXT store – actually, that’s when I got the oil change. They were FAST! I didn’t know you could change oil that fast?!
Now, by the time I reached my next destination I was fading. Looking more like a Walking Dead action figure than a woman.
Found myself trying to think of ways to walk that conveyed to the multitude of Salvation Army bell ringers that I was a good person, I did give to one of them, but that I couldn’t give to all of them. Pfft. Impossible. I guiltily shuffled past them, eyes downcast, feeling like I had stolen the “Merry Christmas” they offered me since I didn’t put anything in their red cauldron.
I’m now exhausted – only 3 more stores to go! I can only imagine what the store personnel were thinking when they made eye contact with me. Eyes glazed, eyebrows knit into the little sad helpless pathetic diagonal position, lids heavy, legs unable to go faster than a slow shuffle. I just stood looking at things with no clue what I was looking at.
I called it done when the headache, from having no morning coffee, threw a penalty flag on my shopping play.
Crawled into a gas station to get a cup of coffee, stood in yet another line waiting to pay for it, while I suckled from it through the little ‘stirry’ straw like a comfort sippy cup.
One minute more out there and someone would have eventually found me wedged between display shelves rocking back and forth, possibly sucking my thumb.
The good news is – after ‘chilling out’ for about 1/2 an hour, finishing that nectar of the Gods through my stirry straw – I found enough energy to do it all over again, at the grocery store.
I’m calling it done now. Done! I’m done. My dried out eyeballs say I’m done, my tingling feet say I’m done. And my bank balance says I’m done.
My son went out with his friend while I was prepping a crock pot with tonight’s dinner – there’s now two new presents under the tree. One says ‘For that lady that lives with me’ the other says ‘A.K.A. mom’.
He even wrapped them.
Oh crap. I have to wrap too huh?
You know, I joke – I half heartedly whine, but I KNOW how blessed I am this year to even BE Christmas shopping. I’m so very, very grateful for the food in my cupboard, the gifts that need wrapping and having people in my life to shop for.
Joyeux Noel, Feliz Navidad and Merry Christmas shopping to all.
Dear Nicholas,
The end of the world is right around the corner – and when that doesn’t happen, early next year your birthday will officially dub you ‘an adult’. So tecnically, Mayan calendars aside, the end of the world as I know it is drawing to a close.
I miss you already.
No, you’re not going to be booted out at 18, but a chapter will be closed on this amazing story of ours, and a new one in your story begins.
I feel compelled to share with you, and the world, how I feel – before your last magical ‘childhood’ Christmas. There will be more of course, and they’ll be magical, but the teen years are slipping away and so is my undivided time with you.
Let me start with, I am so very glad you were born. I have never for one moment regretted a second that you have been in my life. Raising you alone only served to strengthen our relationship and build a bond that is unbreakable.
As cliché as it sounds, it’s so true. I did not realize I was capable of loving someone as much as I have always loved you. I remember ‘accidentally’ bumping into your crib when you were a baby so that you would wake up and I could hold you – look into your eyes. (That’s why I let you sleep late now lol).
You were my beautiful tow-headed baby boy.
No one has been able to make me laugh the way you do. We still laugh! You are 17 years old and we still laugh together.
Do you realize how blessed that makes me feel? There are kids who don’t even talk to their parents! How lucky am I?
When you are happy, all is right with the world. I am peaceful when you are content.
When you are hurting, I am lost. Wishing I could do more – wishing I could soothe the pain – wishing I could fast forward through your lessons and press play straight into serenity.
The times you’ve said to me, “See, I do listen” after quoting something I’ve said, honestly does surprise me.
Oh Nic, I hope I’ve said the right things!
I hope you’ve heard that it’s never too late to change – to make things right. To always do the right thing, even when it’s not easy. (Especially when it’s not easy!)
I hope you have heard me say not to judge people. But, we do judge, so don’t judge without information. And, if you find someone lacking, I hope your heart wants to reach out and fill the empty spaces.
When someone hurts you, I hope you’ve heard me when I have said it’s because somehow, they are hurting.
Contrary to our joke that I ‘never get mad’, I do. I hope you have heard me apologize. Mend what’s wrong and let go. Mad doesn’t feel good. Okay, maybe for that split pity party second, but not for long.
I hope you find contentment Nicholas. That one day you’ll know what ‘enough’ means and treasure it.
You have such a loving soul – don’t hide it. You already march to the beat of your own drum – I hope one day you dance to it.
You’re smart and creative, funny and kind. You’re the brightest light in my world.
I’m so honored Nic, to even know you. Grateful to have had the opportunity to love you. And blessed beyond measure to get to call myself your ‘mom’.
I’m Nic’s mom! That fact hits me out of the blue from time to time and fills my heart with joy.
And I want you to know, I never for one second ever doubted that you love me back.





















