Ever sit back and think what happened to all those friends you use to hang out with?
Maybe I'm feeling a little blue tonight and longing for to talk to someone other than my husband and two kids.
As I sit here I am thinking, does this happen to everyone that is married? Or is it just me?
I know other married people that seem to have get togethers with friends. Or they have their "Girls Nights". I don't have that. And why don't I have that? Am I too difficult to get along with? Do I put family things before getting together with others?
Am I making more of it than I should? Do I really need anyone other than my husband and kids?
I'm not sure....
Maybe I'm just throwing myself a little pity party. ;-)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Loss for words...
Why is it when I decide to post a new entry onto my blog my mind goes blank?
What can I write about?
Is it really that important?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Hmmmm.....I guess I will eventually find something to write about! :-)
What can I write about?
Is it really that important?
Does anyone really want to read it?
Hmmmm.....I guess I will eventually find something to write about! :-)
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Rekindling the Romance
It was winter time almost 15 years ago when I received a dare. Yes a dare! This was the point in my life when I was young so why take a 'dare'.
A male co-worker of mine had stated he had a new roommate and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him. I tossed the idea around for a couple of weeks but never really committed to anything. One Friday evening we were having a "Going Away" party for this co-worker. Before the get together he said to me, "I bet you don't have the guts to go to where Craig works and ask him out." There it was....the dare. To which I replied, "Yeah, yeah....what. ever." Then it was like a scene out of the movie, "The Christmas Story." He said, "I triple dog dare ya."
Game on buddy!!!
I hoped in my car and drove to Craig's work. A little background...Craig's work was a grocery store. It was a Friday evening, around 5:00 p.m.. It was busy. Nonetheless, I walked into the store, made my way through the crowd, and marched up to one of the cashiers. "Is there a Craig Trussell that works here?" The cashier gave me a weird look. So I said, "Craig Trussell? I've never met him but he's suppose to work here." All she did was point in the direction behind me. I turned around and there he was....right behind me.
(there's a little more to the story but I'm not gonna bore you with the details)
And the rest they say is history....
I may have made the first move, or I like to tell people I picked him up, but let me tell ya the man was a charmer.
So last night, we went grocery shopping and happen to be close to that grocery store (we probably haven't shopped there for 15 years). Upon walking in I remembered that night.
"Aww honey, this is the place where we met. You wanna relive the moment."
"Nahhh....I don't need to charm you anymore...we're married."
Nice.
A male co-worker of mine had stated he had a new roommate and wanted to know if I wanted to meet him. I tossed the idea around for a couple of weeks but never really committed to anything. One Friday evening we were having a "Going Away" party for this co-worker. Before the get together he said to me, "I bet you don't have the guts to go to where Craig works and ask him out." There it was....the dare. To which I replied, "Yeah, yeah....what. ever." Then it was like a scene out of the movie, "The Christmas Story." He said, "I triple dog dare ya."
Game on buddy!!!
I hoped in my car and drove to Craig's work. A little background...Craig's work was a grocery store. It was a Friday evening, around 5:00 p.m.. It was busy. Nonetheless, I walked into the store, made my way through the crowd, and marched up to one of the cashiers. "Is there a Craig Trussell that works here?" The cashier gave me a weird look. So I said, "Craig Trussell? I've never met him but he's suppose to work here." All she did was point in the direction behind me. I turned around and there he was....right behind me.
(there's a little more to the story but I'm not gonna bore you with the details)
And the rest they say is history....
I may have made the first move, or I like to tell people I picked him up, but let me tell ya the man was a charmer.
So last night, we went grocery shopping and happen to be close to that grocery store (we probably haven't shopped there for 15 years). Upon walking in I remembered that night.
"Aww honey, this is the place where we met. You wanna relive the moment."
"Nahhh....I don't need to charm you anymore...we're married."
Nice.
Monday, January 3, 2011
"Are you sure we are related?"
"Mom, are you sure we are related?"
This is what came out of my dear sweet daughter's mouth the other night. Let me give you a little preface...
Megan is a 'princess', a drama queen, a diva. She doesn't even deny it. She likes to play dress up. Her favorite Christmas present was a makeup set from her brother. She would paint her fingernails every day of the week if I would allow it. She has been asking for high heels for about a year now. Ok..please keep in mind her idea of high heels is probably not YOUR idea of high heels.
I, on the otherhand, am anything but a diva. I RARELY (and I do mean rarely) wear makeup. I don't have fingernails so what's the use in painting them. I DESPISE dresses. And if you see me in a pair of high heels you better be walking behind me to catch me because guaranteed I will fall!
So I guess in some sense, we don't have alot in common. But I didn't realize that aspect was going to hit me so hard when it came to the following conversation.
Craig and I had received a little 'Christmas Money' this year so we decided to go do some shopping. Craig wanted (needed) and new pair of tennis shoes and I headed for the clothes department. Which also meant that Dalton headed with Dad and Megan stayed with me. As we are looking through the clothes Megan starts with the questions:
"Mom, why don't you wear dresses?"
"Mom, do you not like high heels because you never wear them?"
So trying to be as polite as possible I answered her questions to which I got this reply:
"Mom, I just don't understand. You don't like dresses and I love dresses. You don't wanna wear high heels and I do. We are nothing alike. Are you sure we are related? Are you sure you gave birth to me? Am I adopted?"
All I have to say is....
Sounds exactly like something I would say!!! You are DEFINITELY my child!!
This is what came out of my dear sweet daughter's mouth the other night. Let me give you a little preface...
Megan is a 'princess', a drama queen, a diva. She doesn't even deny it. She likes to play dress up. Her favorite Christmas present was a makeup set from her brother. She would paint her fingernails every day of the week if I would allow it. She has been asking for high heels for about a year now. Ok..please keep in mind her idea of high heels is probably not YOUR idea of high heels.
I, on the otherhand, am anything but a diva. I RARELY (and I do mean rarely) wear makeup. I don't have fingernails so what's the use in painting them. I DESPISE dresses. And if you see me in a pair of high heels you better be walking behind me to catch me because guaranteed I will fall!
So I guess in some sense, we don't have alot in common. But I didn't realize that aspect was going to hit me so hard when it came to the following conversation.
Craig and I had received a little 'Christmas Money' this year so we decided to go do some shopping. Craig wanted (needed) and new pair of tennis shoes and I headed for the clothes department. Which also meant that Dalton headed with Dad and Megan stayed with me. As we are looking through the clothes Megan starts with the questions:
"Mom, why don't you wear dresses?"
"Mom, do you not like high heels because you never wear them?"
So trying to be as polite as possible I answered her questions to which I got this reply:
"Mom, I just don't understand. You don't like dresses and I love dresses. You don't wanna wear high heels and I do. We are nothing alike. Are you sure we are related? Are you sure you gave birth to me? Am I adopted?"
All I have to say is....
Sounds exactly like something I would say!!! You are DEFINITELY my child!!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Time for Reflection
It has been A LONG time since I posted to my blog. I think this is going to be one of my New Year's resolutions....post more!
Every year at this time I like to take a look back at the year and see where I've been. I really don't know where to start. I had a major change in careers this year. Craig switched jobs again this year, however it is in his field and (hopefully) it is more stable. The kids are growing up way to fast. Dalton is in 6th grade and it makes me sad to think that he is almost as tall as I am. Megan is becoming way too independent and too smart sometimes.
We were able to open our home to a new 'family member' this summer. A baseball player from California lived with us while he played for the local baseball team. Brock was a joy to have with us. Although after looking back we probably annoyed him with all of our stories, questions, and etc. I wonder if other host families worry about their players when they go out at night? Sorry Brock just me being a mom! ;-)
We have lost two more young people this year. Too young to leave us but we never know when God is going to call upon us. We will miss them and miss their infectious smiles.
So what is going to happen in 2011? Who knows? I do know that I am trying to make some resolutions that I can make attainable. I am going to dive into the Good Book more. I am going to get out, meet, and make some new friendships. I am going to reflect more on my days and how they affect those that mean the world to me.
So to end.....Happy New Year to all! May your year ahead be filled with joy, happiness, and many blessings.
Every year at this time I like to take a look back at the year and see where I've been. I really don't know where to start. I had a major change in careers this year. Craig switched jobs again this year, however it is in his field and (hopefully) it is more stable. The kids are growing up way to fast. Dalton is in 6th grade and it makes me sad to think that he is almost as tall as I am. Megan is becoming way too independent and too smart sometimes.
We were able to open our home to a new 'family member' this summer. A baseball player from California lived with us while he played for the local baseball team. Brock was a joy to have with us. Although after looking back we probably annoyed him with all of our stories, questions, and etc. I wonder if other host families worry about their players when they go out at night? Sorry Brock just me being a mom! ;-)
We have lost two more young people this year. Too young to leave us but we never know when God is going to call upon us. We will miss them and miss their infectious smiles.
So what is going to happen in 2011? Who knows? I do know that I am trying to make some resolutions that I can make attainable. I am going to dive into the Good Book more. I am going to get out, meet, and make some new friendships. I am going to reflect more on my days and how they affect those that mean the world to me.
So to end.....Happy New Year to all! May your year ahead be filled with joy, happiness, and many blessings.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Happy Birthday Megan Renee!!!
Seven years ago today I was on my way to the hospital to have my beautiful baby girl. Since my first pregnancy was pretty much unexciting (meaning....great and no symptoms, well other than a growing belly) this pregnancy was the exact opposite.
It all started with finding out I was pregnant on Christmas Eve which was quickly followed by morning sickness. The funny thing is my morning sickness went on sometimes all day long. I often found myself locking myself in my office to avoid any smells or otherwise I would end up in the bathroom. This lasted pretty much the entire pregnancy BUT it was not as bad as I've heard other ladies having...thankfully.
Next was gestational diabetes. Do you know how hard it is for a pregnant lady to be on a diet? And then to have the doctor question every week why you are losing weight? Gee...doc...because I can't have the chocolate zingers that you told me to stop eating!!! Anyway....because of the diabetes I had to have weekly stress tests and sonograms. Now don't get me wrong I throughly enjoyed seeing that baby every week on the screen. What I didn't enjoy was hearing the tech mention every week how big the baby was getting and how much bigger she could get by the time I delivered her.
Let me take you back to my oldest son, Dalton, who weighed in a whooping ten and half pounds when he was born. The doctor was worried that our baby girl would be as big if not bigger if we didn't monitor the progress. So a week before our scheduled C-section the tech says, "She's weighing in at almost nine pounds and you still have a week or more before you deliver. I wouldn't buy any newborn diapers if I were you!" REALLY? Did I just hear her right?
Needless to say, the day of the C-section I was a little anxious about the delivery. But leave it to the second child to surprise us as much as the first child. Megan Renee Trussell was born at 1:16 p.m. weighing it at 7lbs. 11oz. Our petite little girl!
This precious little girl started off her life in a quiet, happy, content state. The baby that slept the entire first night home from the hospital. The baby that would sit and smile for hours. The darling little girl that ventured into her independent state. Fiesty, witty, and full of _____ & _____(I'll let you fill in the blanks). And yes she gets all of her traits from me!
Megan is funny, clever, creative, and has a mind of her own. I wouldn't have it any other way! Eight wonderful years with this angel sent from above....wow! You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray...Happy Birthday Megan!!!
Some favorite pics of mine...
It all started with finding out I was pregnant on Christmas Eve which was quickly followed by morning sickness. The funny thing is my morning sickness went on sometimes all day long. I often found myself locking myself in my office to avoid any smells or otherwise I would end up in the bathroom. This lasted pretty much the entire pregnancy BUT it was not as bad as I've heard other ladies having...thankfully.
Next was gestational diabetes. Do you know how hard it is for a pregnant lady to be on a diet? And then to have the doctor question every week why you are losing weight? Gee...doc...because I can't have the chocolate zingers that you told me to stop eating!!! Anyway....because of the diabetes I had to have weekly stress tests and sonograms. Now don't get me wrong I throughly enjoyed seeing that baby every week on the screen. What I didn't enjoy was hearing the tech mention every week how big the baby was getting and how much bigger she could get by the time I delivered her.
Let me take you back to my oldest son, Dalton, who weighed in a whooping ten and half pounds when he was born. The doctor was worried that our baby girl would be as big if not bigger if we didn't monitor the progress. So a week before our scheduled C-section the tech says, "She's weighing in at almost nine pounds and you still have a week or more before you deliver. I wouldn't buy any newborn diapers if I were you!" REALLY? Did I just hear her right?
Needless to say, the day of the C-section I was a little anxious about the delivery. But leave it to the second child to surprise us as much as the first child. Megan Renee Trussell was born at 1:16 p.m. weighing it at 7lbs. 11oz. Our petite little girl!
This precious little girl started off her life in a quiet, happy, content state. The baby that slept the entire first night home from the hospital. The baby that would sit and smile for hours. The darling little girl that ventured into her independent state. Fiesty, witty, and full of _____ & _____(I'll let you fill in the blanks). And yes she gets all of her traits from me!
Megan is funny, clever, creative, and has a mind of her own. I wouldn't have it any other way! Eight wonderful years with this angel sent from above....wow! You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray...Happy Birthday Megan!!!
Some favorite pics of mine...
Just a couple days old
4 months old
18 months old
3 year old "Truman Tiger" for Halloween
Megan drew this when she was 4-5 years old...my favorite
What a pretty girl!!!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Facebook: Good or Evil?
Facebook: Good or Evil?
First I must say....I, Michelle Trussell, am a Facebook addict. I admit it. I am not ashamed. Facebook is on my cell phone, I receive notifications via text messages so that I'll know what is going on, and I check it routinely throughout the day. Will that change? Maybe. But is it bad for me?
The last couple of weeks I have had several friends determine they were no longer be on Facebook because of something that has happened in their lives. I have had friends say Facebook has ruined friendships and relationships. And I've heard stories where people have gotten fired over things they have posted on Facebook.
Let me put an editorial comment in here. The following is simply my own personal opinion. I feel that Facebook will only harm me as far as I let it. I don't post specific things about my job because I don't want to in anyway harm my career or livelihood. I try not to post negative thoughts or feelings about situations and/or people (I said try). I don't like to get involved in political comments or discussions because I don't think its the place.
Facebook is a social network site. Plain and simple. In my opinion it allows you to connect with old friends, co-workers, family, etc that you may not have the opportunity to connect with on a typical level. I have reconnected with family that I have not seen in 30 years. I have reconnected with a brother that I have not seen in probably over 25 years. I have reconnected with old schoolmates and friends, that except for the occasional run-in, I rarely see. I enjoy seeing people's funny posts, stories about their kids, accomplishments they have, or goals they are making.
Do I allow people's comments affect MY goals, values, or morals? NO. Will I allow it to ruin my relationship with my kids or husband? Absolutely not. If I would allow it to enter my mind that much then I'm essentially allowing Satan to take control over my life. My life is in God's hands. I have to follow His guidance and teachings and allow Him to affect my life.
I guess my point....Facebook is for fun, mindless activities. When you start to read too much into posts, comments, etc. that's when the trouble starts. Let God be your sounding board...not Facebook.
First I must say....I, Michelle Trussell, am a Facebook addict. I admit it. I am not ashamed. Facebook is on my cell phone, I receive notifications via text messages so that I'll know what is going on, and I check it routinely throughout the day. Will that change? Maybe. But is it bad for me?
The last couple of weeks I have had several friends determine they were no longer be on Facebook because of something that has happened in their lives. I have had friends say Facebook has ruined friendships and relationships. And I've heard stories where people have gotten fired over things they have posted on Facebook.
Let me put an editorial comment in here. The following is simply my own personal opinion. I feel that Facebook will only harm me as far as I let it. I don't post specific things about my job because I don't want to in anyway harm my career or livelihood. I try not to post negative thoughts or feelings about situations and/or people (I said try). I don't like to get involved in political comments or discussions because I don't think its the place.
Facebook is a social network site. Plain and simple. In my opinion it allows you to connect with old friends, co-workers, family, etc that you may not have the opportunity to connect with on a typical level. I have reconnected with family that I have not seen in 30 years. I have reconnected with a brother that I have not seen in probably over 25 years. I have reconnected with old schoolmates and friends, that except for the occasional run-in, I rarely see. I enjoy seeing people's funny posts, stories about their kids, accomplishments they have, or goals they are making.
Do I allow people's comments affect MY goals, values, or morals? NO. Will I allow it to ruin my relationship with my kids or husband? Absolutely not. If I would allow it to enter my mind that much then I'm essentially allowing Satan to take control over my life. My life is in God's hands. I have to follow His guidance and teachings and allow Him to affect my life.
I guess my point....Facebook is for fun, mindless activities. When you start to read too much into posts, comments, etc. that's when the trouble starts. Let God be your sounding board...not Facebook.
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