Moving into Your Parent’s Home… logic from the mouth of a 4-year old

Posted on April 6, 2013 by njsullivan

We’ve moved into my family home, the one I grew up in. And it’s been the longest, most disorganized move of my life. When I say of my life I’m talking of roughly 20 moves I’ve done so that’s saying a lot.

Total chaos as I’m still trying to make room for me to bring over the rest of the stuff from my other house so I can get it cleaned and rented or sold. Stress levels are beyond.

Then this happened to put things into perspective.

Me: *comes upstairs while trying to find a drill bit in the tornado of tools in the workshop, crying*

4-year old: Mama, why are you crying?

Me: Because honey, I miss Nanny and Poppy. This house is a mess. Everything’s a mess. I don’t know how I can live here.

4-year old: But you have to live here. Poppy’s heart is in this house.

Me: *stares, jaw drops*

4-year old: Poppy’s heart is in this house. You will see him if you live here. You have to.

Yup. Once again hit square in the face of the logic from the mouth of a babe. My child seems better equipped to deal with this move than I do.

the face of wisdom

letting go.

Posted on February 9, 2013 by njsullivan

with reluctant eyes
she lets knots untie,
watches minutes unravel
as days turn into
yarn needing to be wrapped,
twisted into a
round ball,
stored…
saved until tomorrow
when perhaps
catching might be
the skill she needs most.

So… This is the End?

Posted on February 5, 2013 by njsullivan

is this it then?
the end to something…
something thought to be beautiful
something thought to be pure
something hoped to be real.

the end to this
tryst with love’s laughter
left with lingering traces
of lust’s longing.
scars telling the end to… this.

this.
what is this?
words led down one path
while actions showed another
clarity dimmed as dusk approached
and this became
undefinable.

so it seems this is the end
to this.
and this is better left
hidden under the garbage
of yesterday’s regrets.

The Importance of the Manicure… things worth spending money on

Posted on February 5, 2013 by njsullivan

new nails

Today, I received one of the best gifts ever! A free gel manicure.

I love it:)

Not only do my nails look fabulous, they are also something I won. I work in radio. I never win things because I can’t enter them. And winning this was like a gift from Marley’s Urban Hair Design and Lins McSween. Not only do my nails look great, they’ve reminded me what it feels like to be ultra girlie feminine. Fierce. Fabulous. Fiesty. I am a feisty kinda gal. Not gonna lie.

I Love these nails. *inner diva dance of joy*

Yes, I’ll admit they are a wee bit long for writing work. Sadly, *insert pouty face* I’ll have to shorten them so I can be efficient in this area. But just enough. They are oddly OK for yoga practice. Did a fabulous one tonight to test them out. Worked like a charm and brought more graceful awareness to my arms. A bonus learning feature to my fabulous nails.

Add that to my stellar haircut from Marley and I feel like a completely fierce, sexy woman. A fashion girl as my three-year old says. Confident and fun. I like that. I might be addicted to my gel nails… which could be a problem since having them costs money in maintenance so I have to assess the budget to see if they’re a luxury I can afford to have right now on a long term basis.

Update: it is near impossible to text on my BB with these nails. Typing is half speed. Nails need to be shorter but I have to keep them at this length for a couple of days… at least one. They’re too much fun not to enjoy for a little bit. Then just a wee bit shorter to make my gel nails functional and life if perfect. Because what good is fashion if it’s not functional?

Would I spend money on them if I could? Most definitely. If my budget can comfortably allow it without swaying some of my other financial goals. I love my gel nails.

Should Being Stood Up Be The End… the return of blah blah

Posted on January 31, 2013 by njsullivan

It was the thing romance novels are made off of.

Driving mid-afternoon on a Saturday in November the phone rings. It’s Blah Blah and he’s not in his home city but 15 minutes away from mine. *wtf?* Did I want him to bring over a coffee he asks. A funny question because the town he was in has probably the worst coffee in the world. I suspected what he really wanted was to come for a visit (this was his pattern) so I said sure and I have beer in the fridge so forget the coffee. Continue reading →

Fishing in Safe Waters… will she find her match?

Posted on January 29, 2013 by njsullivan

She barely made it back in the boat.

Left arm throbbing, left side of her chest stinging with a pain she’d never felt before, she lay on the bottom of the boat as it floated on the calm blue waters. Trying to regain her breath she stared at the sky and felt the warmth of the sun heating the chill from her wet skin.

What just happened? Continue reading →

Staying In The Moment… staying in the present is rewarding

Posted on January 29, 2013 by njsullivan

It was just one of those after pre-school early evenings where everything was a drama.

One of the nights when you knew Toddler was going to make me want to pull my hair out. Continue reading →

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