beautiful reminder
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world."
Nelson Mandela
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world."
I've been reading TerryPratchett lately. Greg has been reading him for years. Every time I had tried in the past,I just couldn't stay into it. He writes a kind of fantasy fiction that is not all goofy-ass unicorns and fairys shite. He's heee-larious! Seriously, it's this great, tongue-in-cheek English humor that makes me want to tell all my friends one-liners from what I have read. But I don't because I can't remember them (there's so many!) and I don't want to be that annoying person.
The mama/baby I was waiting on had a lovely home birth this Saturday morning. Fortunately, I got called at 2:40am. Greg was still home , but was planning on going to work and was up. I stumbled out of the bedroom and to the table where he was drinking coffee and on the lap top. He asked what I was doing up. I told him I got called to a birth. "Greeeaat," he said. A bit sarcastic but whatever. I was pleased as punch that I didn't have to call my mom and ask her to come over. Because there's always the chance that she won't answer the phone, and honsetly, I have no one else to call. Event yping that makes my adrenalin start to pump. What am I going to do?
The NARM portfolio process is schtuuuuuuuuuuuuupid!
Today I'm to meet with one of the midwives at a notary to have her signature in my portfolio, well, notarized. I dug out my portfolio after tucking it away for a month. I really don't need a whole lot. And for some reason, the whole thing makes me nervous. Like when I'm afraid to check my online banking. "Shit! Either I'll be pleasantly surprised or I'll have to run to the bathroom for stress vomit!" Exactly the same feeling.
I met my new doula client this morning. She is such a sweet woman! Very cute, articulate and together. She seems to be very well-grounded and open to this labor and birth. Granted, it's her second baby, but she's really a breath of fresh air. After having so many doula clients that were usually very over-educated, control freaks having their firsts babies, this woman is awesome.
So my mom is legally divorced. Because her now ex-husband didn't show up to court (Still never even got a lawyer), the judge granted the settlement as fair and the marriage as dissolved in as little as 10 minutes. Amazing. This was a great outcome. There are still a bunch of details and paperwork and selling the house and all of that, but the good news is that she won't be sent to the poor house (just yet) and the divorce process won't go on and on.
Hey, did you know that if you click on the pictures, you can see them bigger? I've been disappointed at they way they appear, but you just have to click them. A little slow here, but working it out, thank you.
My MIL just brought more photos from her camera. Look how tan we are! That was only 2 weeks ago! We've pretty much all lost it except for Greg due to his working outside. So his head and neck are very tan.
And we all got so excited because this weekend was so sunny. Sunday it was very warm, in the mid-60s. Yesterday it rained a lot but it was still in the low 60s. This morning when I drove Sarah to school, we had a windchill of 17 frickin' degrees. That's just not right. Spring time in Michigan. Sarah was pissed. She ranted about the weather for most of the drive, while I tried to explain Spring time here and how manic it is.
I had to call DTE this morning to see how much I paid for our gas bill so that I can deduct 33% for the apartment upstairs. As the guy read off the numbers: $286.45, $279.37, $189.29, etc. I felt my stomach lurch. On and on with the big numbers. In the summer months it was usually $60 or so. All of this wouldn't be so bad, but our house is so cold and we keep our thermostat at 62. It's just not right. One would never describe their physical state as "comfortable" while visiting our house any time between October through early May. Unless you're sitting in front of one of the space heaters, you might describe yourself as being "quite ready to leave".
I swear I'll quit bitching about the weather and waiting for real Spring. Give me a few months and I'll be bitching about how damn humid it is and how I can't get out of the shower without working up a sweat as I towel off.
So nothing terribly exciting right now. I have to go to court tomorrow with my mom who has filed for divorce from husband #2. He's a lovely man, if you're into that irresponsible, alcoholic, coke addict type. Seriously, he is nice. He's just a train wreck. And he makes my mom miserable. He's nearly 60, has worked for Ford all his life and besides their house, hasn't got a pot to piss in. No retirement, barely a pension. Everything he earns goes straight up his nose or to his liver for a little more pickling action. He was served his divorce papers back in September where it was advised he get a lawyer. He received another letter in October really advising him to get a lawyer. He did nothing. Now they've got a court date for tomorrow and he still hasn't got a lawyer. And he keeps telling their friends that they're "working things out", despite the fact they haven't really spoken in months. Hmmm, I think I've heard something about alcoholics living in denial, no? My mom's lawyer wrote a nice, fair settlement. We're hoping that mom's husband kind of blips of remembering this court date. His absence would make the whole thing final tomorrow. But I think he'll get it together enough to show, despite not having a lawyer. This makes my mom nervous. I told her she should expect this to drag out a bit, and if it doesn't then that will be a pleasant surprise. Until then, expect a bit of dragging. When my parents divorced, my mom demanded virtually nothing because it was stressful and she didn't want to be a "bitch". So she got virtually nothing but a pittance of a child support payment and nothing else. I told her she's too old and uninsured to play that card and she needs to find some inner-bitch this time around. Her lawyer seems like a really cool woman.
I hope it goes well and to make it AllAboutMe, I really hope we don't end up sitting around in the Monroe County court house all day waiting for a 10 minute session where Mr. Happy Drunk pulls himself together enough to say, "I need time to find a lawyer", and then we're given another court date. It would be great if he just agrees to the very reasonable settlement and we call it a day, a marriage. Then we can work on what to do with mom next. It's so weird. I was asked to be their witness when they got married at a court house, and now here I am escorting my mom to another court house for a divorce. I really hope it goes well.
Eamon is napping, Sarah's at school and my MIL has gone home. I should do something productive but I can't rouse myself to do anything. I sold another book on half.com, so I need to mail that off today. Half.com is my get-rich-real-slow scheme. I sell a book for around $4 every 9 days or so. It's barely making a dent in my huge collection of books I Don't Want Anymore, and it's making even less of a dent in my shallow checking account. But it's something. I've sold cookbooks, gardening books, and today's book is War and Peace. Who on earth would buy that for $1 (brand new paperback, yellowing pages from 15 years on our shelves)? I listed it so cheaply because it has a bargain book sticker on there that says 1 Pound. I couldn't scrape the sticker off and figured I couldn't sell for more than $1. This guy is paying more for shipping than he is the book. Cha-ching, there goes $3.47 into my checking account. I know you're jealous.
My mood these last few days has been all about food, music and color.
Wow. I talked to this woman on the phone last week who is looking for a doula. She had one at her last birth (a home birth midwife, no less) and asked about my services. I told her my price, what I offer, etc. and she said she'd call me back. So we talked this morning and she says very matter-of-factly: "We've decided to hire you. That is, if you're still available at the time of my due date."
I went to the Zingerman Bakehouse this morning and paid an obnoxious amount of money for a couple muffins, a croissant and a coffee. They're always so nice there though, that I just smile and hand over my debit card like a maroon. At any rate, I was totally smitten with the view of all the bakers in the bakery room (behind the plate glass window). I immediately thought of myself working there in the wee hours, pounding dough and making yummy things. Having a paycheck and scheduled hours.
Damn these Girl Scout cookies! I've only just picked them up last night and have eaten at least 6 or 7 caramel delights. They're sooo yummy. Horrible devil food.