Five Minute Friday-Grit

Thanks MH for the encouragement, I AM going to make a 5 minute Friday post today.  Ignoring it because it didn't come from Gitz is not really the best choice.  I also for some reason have it in my head that I need to do all the ones I missed and when I looked back I found that I have not posted one since September and have missed 22 of them.  Well damn.  Thats quite a lot.  Maybe it will get me back in the habit of posting though.... stay tuned.


Ok Here goes.

Once again I am taking Gypsy Mama's idea and writing for 5 min fri.  You write for just five minutes on the topic and don't censor or correct yourself.  After five minutes post what you have.  =)


Grit

Grit makes me think of determination.  It makes me think of the internal motivation and want that must be strong to go for the goal you really want to accomplish.  It also makes me think of sports, but most things make me think of sports so that part is a little irrelevant.  Mostly flag football games played at the park and the snowy games in Green Bay that are fun to watch or the loud smack you hear when the hockey players check each other into the glass.  Man, I love hockey.  Those guys must have to stick through a lot to get what they really really want.  I mean yea, eventually when you are the pro you get lots of perks and goodies and its fun to be a celebrity. (Darryl Johnston is still the only person who ever rendered me speechless when I met him)  But think of all the dieting and flying and training and work and rules and curfews and unrealistic expectations you must live up to in order to actually be a pro athlete.  How it must feel to want something sooo badly.  I don't know that I have a specific goal like that.  I have regular goals, get healthy, be happy and protect my family but I don't know if I have anything that I have spent my life working towards.  I wonder if its too late for something like that to appear.  I don't think you can really go looking for those kinds of things, something that so moves you has to find you.  It cannot be found.  Or tried.  Or looked for. 


Hmmm.... that didn't really go where I thought it would.... I guess thats the point of these things though.

Friday is upon us once again....

Today is Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday.  -Obviously
This also means that Gypsy Mama will post a 5 minute Friday post.  See, I started doing 5 minute Fridays after MH showed me a blog by Gitzen Girl that had a great 5 minute Friday post about parents having childless friends.  (are you following me through that crazy sentence?)
Well since Gitz is gone I've found it kinda hard to keep the 5 minute Friday updates coming.  First of all, I always got the prompts from her blog.  Second, it makes me sad when I get the blog update on my phone from Gypsy Mama and I don't have one from Gitz.  Each Friday I read the post from GM and think about it and then never blog because it makes me sad.  Maybe tomorrow will be different.  Let's see.....

Big Breath

I know its been a while guys, I have a million excuses but mostly I've just been overwhelmed.  I am trying to get back to this because its something I really like doing.

I've been going to physical therapy lately and have added TWO more doctors to the ones I already see so it has been a little nuts.  My new meds make me feel awful and work has been busy and everyone I know is sick or hurt so I have been running around all kinds of crazy and getting nothing done.  Its times like those that I feel like a 'sick person,' I don't have energy to clean my house or make dinner, I don't have the strength to help my great grandmother out of the car and I just don't have the patience for poor TB who is stuck doing it all.  Ugh.  I don't like feeling at all helpless and thats what bouts like this feel like.  I am working really hard at PT though and feel like its helping a lot so I plan to have more energy soon.

On the other hand, TB has been pretty jerky lately so as an I'm sorry he has been cleaning our apartment.  Really cleaning it.  Cleaning it the way I used to clean it.  I am pretty OCD and any spec or spot bothers me, I don't like things out of place or unorganized and I find joy in throwin things away and having a clean space.  TB, not so much.  If it does not smell awful, the house is clean.  Needless to say we are different and I do not force him to clean the way I want to when I can't do it.  Our house is pretty spotless right now.  It is a very nice gesture to see him work so hard when I know it isn't important to him.  He even scrubbed the baseboards.

Seeing the clean house lets me exhale a little and feel a little more in control and supported.  Its hard to be the spouse of someone sick all of the time, he sure puts up with a lot.