Between Haiku

full comprehension

subliminal messages

linking you and me

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#MondayMusings

       A little late in the day, but not too late for a little musing this Monday.  15 years ago today I was eagerly anticipating my cesarean section scheduled for the next morning with a twinge of fear and a whole lot of excitement.  I had never had a baby before and even though I had taken the childbirth classes at the hospital, I still felt ill equipped for what was to come.  Besides, I spent 99.9% of the movie shown the expectant parents about childbirth and cesareans cringing horrified behind my pillow.

        I endured a tough pregnancy with my first 
born.  Let’s just say, I don’t do pregnancy well.  I was not one of those fabled expectant mothers who simply glowed.  Tinged a sickly, pasty, green,   I struggled through every minute of my pregnancy plagued with nausea, vomiting, and diarrhea, riding on the hellacious roller coaster ride of hormones, high blood pressure, and gestational diabetes.  To be honest, by the time it was time to go under the knife I simply wanted the pregnancy to be over.  I simply could not imagine the reality of the baby, I would soon have.   I had no idea whether the baby would be a boy or a girl.

        Fast forward 15 years and here I am preparing to celebrate the beautiful and smart girl I was blessed with by blowing up bunches of balloons, suspending them from the ceiling, and stringing a “Happy Birthday” banner in their midst.  The real celebration won’t commence until this weekend when my husband comes home.  Still, I couldn’t let my little girl’s day pass unnoticed.  Tomorrow I will bake cupcakes, a simple precursor to the birthday cake she will have this weekend.  She will get to blow candles out on both occasions, because really a person cannot have too many wishes!   Then, once both kids are home from school, away we will go to the local pizza place to inhale as much pizza, pasta, salad, and bread sticks that are earthly possible to inhale without exploding.

     Only a handful of hours to go until her fourteenth year will be gone and her fifteenth year will dawn.  No matter how old either of us get, she will always be my sweet baby girl and I will always be her mommy and for that I will always be eternally grateful. 

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The Last Request

Photo Credits: Geetika Gupta 

    

    Would his heart race, then jolt to a stop?

       Would death be excruciatingly painful?  

      Terrifying thoughts plagued him ever since the conviction.  It didn’t matter that he hadn’t killed her, couldn’t kill her. 

No one believed him.   

      Failed appeals, endless testimonies, and the meager evidence: in the end, no one had been convinced.  As far as the world was concerned, he had brutally murdered her.  The mighty hand of justice had failed him. 

      Fast forward to his last request:

watching the sunset while sipping a final glass of wine, resigned, eager for the peace and freedom only death could provide.

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      I never really pay attention to blogging anniversaries or how many posts I have actually put up.  Sure, I have seen other bloggers happily sharing how they have made it to this milestone or that silently because I usually have my head lodged so far up my ass that I miss when things like that happen.

         

    

     Well, guess what?  For some reason, I woke up and literally smelled the coffee today and realized that I have published 900 posts on the Giggling Trucker’s Wife Writes!!!  This happy mess of Monday Musing is number 901!  So before this moment completely passes by without any acknowledgement at all, I will take this moment to jump up and down, and say “Look at me!  Look at me! Aren’t I special?”

 

       

      Why do I write?  It’s something to do, and let’s face it, it is way more fun than doing dishes, folding laundry, or housework.  Let’s be quite clear, I DO THAT TOO!!  I am a stay at home mom, but yes, I do more than just sit on my duff and take up space.  I cook, clean, crochet, knit, play piano, and play games, all sorts! I also juggle kids and dogs, literally.  I make the dogs do their duty outside and make the kids do their homework.  Yes, I do!  I also am honorary chauffeur to every after school activity event.  I cook too, which explains where all the dirty dishes come from.  Just as soon as I get them clean another heap appears.  It is a vicious cycle and an evil conspiracy that I will never be able to explain to you.

   

       So for all you folks that have taken the time to stop by and read the literal stream of BS that I have spewed, marveled at my haiku, and commented on my stories, thank you.  I love you guys.  You are proof that I am not completely wasting my time.  I will do my best to continue to deserve your devotion!

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After Haiku

a spark ignited

flames fanned, blazing inferno

charred devastation

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The Flood

Ring!

“Sorry, wrong number.”

“Sofia?”

Silence.

   Her toys lay abandoned. 

Where did she go?

The search, then utter horror.

      Amid a sea of flowing toilet paper, stood my darling toddler, happily drenched, cramming every last roll we possessed into the overflowing toilet.

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Never Again

     Tears fell as Kara packed her bag.  Another trip to the emergency room revealed her husband had broken her arm, split her lip, and given her another black eye this time. 

     “Damn woman, you are always sick.  You really are a worthless bitch.” He taunted before hurling a beer bottle at her.  She couldn’t help the allergies that had plagued her since childhood.  A quick apology only egged him on.

       As she picked herself up, she spied her 5 year old cowering in the corner and vowed this would end for her son’s sake, and her own. 

Never again.

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8 Photos of Happiness

Thank you to my good friend Vidya Sury for tagging me in the 8 Photos of Happiness Blog Hop!

My lilies in full bloom...

Celebrating birthdays with my family...

Walking around the University of Notre Dame, such a great day....

My Mom and Dad all dressed up for a wedding in the spring of 1988, just as I would picture them in heaven,  happy and pain free....

Family selfie this summer at Twin Mills Campground in Howe, Indiana... 

Family selfie being silly at Silver Beach in St. Joseph, Michigan.

Enjoying fireworks with my husband this year on the 4th of July

A happy Halloween memory of my kids dressed up and ready to trick or treat in two of the best costumes I ever made them! YAY me!

Bonus photo...just because!  Me and my mom at a Notre Dame football game having the time of our lives.  GO IRISH!!!!  Notice me, young and skinny!!  Those eyeglasses though...way to BIG for my head. HA HA HA!

So now, let's spread the happiness and keep it going...

Here are the guidelines for the eight photos of happiness bloghop:

1. Tag me in your post.
2. Link to the creator of the tag. In this case Vidya Sury!
3. Show off your own 8 photos of happiness and have fun picking them!
4. You can add a little description of the photos or just let the photos speak for themselves. Easy!
5. Tag others. Essentially, spread the happiness and make the world a better place!

I am happy to tag the following bloggers! No pressure, but imagine actually refusing to have fun!

1. Karen at Magical Mystical Mimi

2. JoJo at Tahoma Beadworks and Photography

3. Joe at  Den of the Beastly Bear

Please join me in this fun challenge!

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