Peterson People

Must read! This “Randy Peterson” fella is my brother in law. He’s obviously pretty awesome…

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I’m sitting in the garage in an old green chair that didn’t sell in our garage sale. I’m kind of glad though and here’s why:

It’s amazingly comfortable, although it lacks a certain aesthetic appeal, it’s green and brown and ripped to shreds from my cat using it as a scratching post. It reminds me of those ladies suits that were stylish in the 50’s and came back briefly a few years ago…what are those called…? Tweed, that’s it. It’s also Ethan Allen, and did I mention that it’s comfortable? Actuually, it’s the epitomy of comfort, and right now serves as the most amazing throne from which to view a late spring thunderstorm in my garage. Yeah, you’re right, I look like total white trash, and it’s awesome. Two of my neighbors just drove by and waved, wish I could be a fly on the inside of their car window, would love to hear that conversation; “Wow, hon, she looks really comfortable, let’s just hope she doesn’t get too comfy there, we have company coming next week.”

It also represents a time in my life that wasn’t so comfortable. When I was in my early twenties I was going to college and raising a little girl alone. I had a couch, one that my parents had given me, one that I remembered getting brand new as a girl, about age 5…very puffy, very floral. When the offer for a matching couch and chair came in I said great, not expecting too much, but definitely not expecting comfort or Ethan Allen. The people in my church really took care of us, we never, ever, wanted for a thing. God’s people are good people, I know you hear lots of conflicting things on the news and radio, but those people aren’t God’s people, they are pretenders. 

But I digress…as I sit in this chair I am reminded of a time when not having a lot didn’t really matter. I just wanted to pass that next test and take Mesha to the movies. We had some good times back then, her and I, and now that she’s sixteen, I think I may be the last person in the world she wants to spend time with…but such is life.  I look forward to the day when we can really reconnect. Until then I will come out here and sit, and reminisce, and count my blessings, until my husband gets tired of looking at it and hauls it off. 

I think getting lost in a moment is a good thing.

First of all you have to read this story, it’s a fluffin classic!

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Went to see “Star Trek” tonight with Stephan. I won’t spoil the movie but I will say that it was genuinly entertaining, and that  I enjoyed it more than “Batman Begins.” One of my favorite parts was when Leonard Nemoy says farewell to someone in the end, very witty.

Otherwise…my neck hurts and has been for a week and a half. I slept on it wrong and I have been paying for it ever since. I now use heat and a neck pillow and feel like an old lady.

Tomorrow is a work retreat and words cannot describe the joy I feel inside. The anticipation is killing me and I am like a bull at the rodeo just waiting to burst from the gate. I am eager, I am excited, I am anticipatory, I am lying…

Why won’t someone pay me to stay a home, take care of my kids, and tweet all day?

It is time for bed, my family is all asleep, and the vicodin is making me crazy…

Buenos Noches mi amigos

Emerie had her first dance recital today, she performed twice, in “Beauty school dropout” & “At the hop.” She danced her little heart out, and got her first ratz doll a.k.a bratz doll in return. It’s cute, and tasteful, a water toy. In lieu of flowers we finally gave in on the bratz doll toy, she was becoming a bit obsessed. I’ll just keep my fingers crossed that this doll doesn’t lead her down the path straight to hell…with heavy mexican accent: I yest yoking…:-)

Between the two dance performances we had our neighborhood garage sale, that’s always so much fun. We talk to neighbors and I enjoy peddlin’ junk out of my garage, haggling, and people watching. Love me a good garage sale. Mom came down and told us all about her great time at Fleetwood Mac last night. Got her re-connected with Twitter, @lindamadison if you care to check her out. 

Mesha went to Columbia, MO last night to compete in the Tigertown challenge at MU. GO TIGERS. She came back with a third place medal in the 16-18 age bracket competing against nine other girls from the midwest. Not too shabby if I do say so myself, but then I’m biased.

Then tonight I got some pretty colored pictures, stuffed animals, cards, a big ol’flower for my hair, and the coolest little dell hacked by my husband to run OSX, which has inspired me to start writing again…

Today was a good day