Note To Self... Pay Attention, Please!

Good Morning World At Large... 
(Great! Now I have Robin Williams' voice stuck in my head!)

Today's post is brought to you by the letter ... er, no, that's not right...

Let me start again...
(I am a little rusty at this blog writing which serves me right for not making time for it like I should..)

Mama Kat's Writers Workshop

Today's post is brought to you by a prompt from the ever popular and oh so wise and wonderful Mama Kat-------->
and her never ending supply of writing prompts...

The one I chose for this week is...
(drum roll please)

Number 4-  
If you could write a note to your younger self, what would you say in just two words.

And the answer is....

BE YOURSELF

So there you have it folks.
The words of wisdom that I impart to my younger and much less self assured (like my current self is all that much better) self.

And yes, they are only 2 words, but when put together and read in the right context...
and with the right accent, like say, Robin Williams as Genie from Disney's Aladdin...




or in the voice of... OMG! once again Robin Williams as Batty Koda ( the science lab experiment escapee bat with one antennae and only one claw)  from Fern Gully ...

BE. YOURSELF. 

And here I stop to say that quite coincidentally, and without any prior forethought, I have hit upon a subtopic to this post....
Yep, You guessed it...

Robin Williams! 

Who knew that a man who has personal knowledge of the trials and tribulations of pantyhose and brassieres with too many hooks for comfort would have left such profound, yet simplistic advice in my sub-conscience?

Better yet, who would have thunk it? That my sub-conscience would actually send this information back up to my cognitive brain for use?

Well.  Wonders Never Cease ....

I sure hope my younger self appreciates the mental acrobatics required by my older self to find these words of wisdom...
And I sure wish my older self had taken the time to listen to my self a long time ago and done just that...

BE. YOUR. SELF.

Okay... technically, put that way it's 3 words but...
You get the message, right?

RE- union

Wowsers! 

The event to celebrate the 30th year since graduating High School is scheduled to take place next  year...
Er, well, it will be scheduled to take place iffin I ever get around to it ...

Sorry- the voice in my head as I typed that was from the housekeeper in 'It's a Wonderful Life' where at the end when everyone comes to George Bailey's house and is dumping money into a hat to help him out and she say's " I been savin' this money for a divorce iffin I ever get me a husband"...

Back to our originally scheduled train of thought...

Already I have been contacted by all and sundry to inquire as to what I am planning... 

Some how some where along the 15th reunion I became the sole reunion committee of one....

Responsible for making all the decisions, ponying up the deposit fees for caterers, rental halls
and park pavilions... 

And I am apparently the keeper of all the minutiae of every single one of my 400-ish class mates and all of their spouses, siblings and friends from the classes before and after ours.

I am seriously considering not planning one for next year just to see if someone else steps in... and if they do? 

I don't know that I want to go just to see the same faces and be asked the same questions and expected to know everything about everyone... 

Me?
Really? 
I am still surprised that anyone in my class remembers me let alone regards me highly enough to think I have all the answers they are looking for.

Maybe it's because I have raised 6 kids...
Or maybe it's because I had a child while in high school...
Or maybe it's because they're all just so thrilled that someone else is picking up their slack...

The only person I really want to see is my best friend since we were 5. 
Unfortunately...
she does not return my calls or emails for months...
nor does she call or stop by when she comes back to visit her husbands family a couple times a year... 
even though she has to drive right by my house to get there... 

The only friend I had all my life - well since kindergarten at least...
and she's too busy for me and I am tired of always reaching out to keep in touch...
(and I am pretty sure she does NOT read this blog ... but iffin she did at least she would know how I feel and why...)

So, I really don't need a 30th reunion...
I'd really rather stay home... or go to the beach... or move to the beach and then stay home...

Me and  HeMan Hubby can have fun by ourselves, right?

To Every Season There is a Purpose... or something like that

Yes. 
I am still here...
well, at least I am still alive and kicking...
and screaming...
and getting in way over my head entirely too often.

But I digress... ( surprise... not)

The new school year has gotten off to a rousing start...
Football for TeenBoy and SIX
Soccer for BratChild
And of course I volunteered to be the 'Team Mom'...
For the ENTIRE high school football program.

Me and my big mouth...
but I do get some help so...
it's not too bad.
Really! 

I started out last school year with the best of intentions...
I was going to blog on weekends.
I was going to spend afternoons and evenings crafting.
I was going to continue working on my novel.

I did none of these things.

What I did was...

Spend weekends running kids to and from sports practices and events, DeMolay activities and their friends houses so they could "hang out"...

Spend afternoons and evenings (after working an hour late, and not taking lunch, without pay everyday) too tired emotionally and physically to do more than watch TV or fold laundry that someone else must have washed...

Spend not one minute on writing so much as a note to my self , let alone write a measly blog post or even attempt to work on my novel....

And that is not because I am lazy... 
or have nothing to write about... 
because I'm not and I do! 

It's because I have been depressed - creatively speaking- and just could not find any motivation to do anything that I enjoyed...
That made me feel like ME!

So, this year I have dropped the full time under-paid-over-worked school nurse gig...
well, I do that one day a week just cuz I can...
Have gone back to my night time private duty case 3-4 nights a week...
and have started spending time crocheting and finishing furniture and reading...

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose...


That's how it really goes...
And NO it's not a song (Okay it IS a song but it's not JUST a song)...

It is a passage from the bible that has very coincidentally shown up in the last 2 books that I read...
by different authors, from different genres, written in entirely different decades...

So I think that this passage is a sign for me...

A sign to get up off my hiney and ...
Stop procrastinating...
Set my goals and...
GET THINGS DONE! 

So...
I getting things done...
Beginning Now!