Yesterday when Dan and my parents went North to J.D.’s graduation, I had set out my little camera on the kitchen table with a Post It note, so there would be photos to share. My plan worked perfectly, we DID have pictures yesterday. Although, in the ridiculous marriage I inhabit, this was the first shot I saw, upon its return.
I’m actually having some difficulty concentrating on tonight’s post, and here’s why, no it’s not just that shirt. He’s texting with Fictional Friend Whitney, and watching a ball game with his dad. I don’t multi-task well (at all) and they keep talking.
Where was I? Oh right, so you know I am (eventually) going to write up the story of me, or I Was Born A Lower-Middle Class Beige Child. I’m thinking there should be something about “I laughed, I cried, I cheered” on the cover too. There will be teary parts, I did lose my baby sister to cancer (hey, make sure you’ve read Han’s post about this) but there will be happy parts too. Like how I have three amazing Sisters-By-Marriage. Dan’s sisters have been a loving part of my existence since the minute the entire family welcomed me into their lives.
My brother’s wife, well the Sainted Teresa has been with us since they started dating in the 8th grade. This girl would put Wonder Woman to shame. She constantly has like 19 jobs at a time, her own kids at home plus bonus and fosters on hand, she’s like an orphan magnet. And it’s because she is amazing. She is smart and gorgeous and hysterically down to earth. Last night I sent her a quick e-mail, just to up-date her on the impending festivities, fully expecting them to have plans or to be working or any number of other very important engagements (they really are that busy), and to let her know it wasn’t a big deal if they couldn’t come by. This is what I got in return, “…we are all coming to the shindig…. I read your blog every morning like it’s the news… you drove your car to our house that day it caught fire and we witnessed the burned seat.” I laughed so hard when I read this. It never dawns on me that so many of you are checking in and remembering some of these adventures along with me.
I just wanted to say, Barb, Mick, and T… I adore all three of you more than you know. And thanks for being here, and for putting up with me for all these years. If any of our JulieLanders ever wonder about my stories, or tales of the absurd, you can verify my validity. I truthfully am like this in real life! And my beloved Sisters-In-Law can say “yep, she is.”
When I was warming up the little squirrels that live inside my desk top dinosaur of a computer today I noticed that the It Gets Better project of Dan Savage’s had made the opening page of WordPress announcements. Again, very good news, the more press this gets the happier I’ll be.
I don’t know if you all can check the tweets these days, there’s a new feature that makes my Stitchin’ Witch photo move, and give some kind of background/bio thing. This will also be fixed when we do our update next week. Not sure how it will affect your subscriptions, if you have clicked on that option down at the bottom. (If not, don’t miss a single day of my worldly wisdom. [LOL, or talking out my ass, whatever.] Be sure to put a check mark in the box and you get these sent automatically. At least, that’ s how it’s supposed to work, let me know if it doesn’t.)
We have come to my working deck once more in our travels around the card altar. This one is not a favorite of mine, for many reasons, all of which will be blatantly clear when he see and read about it.
This is the 5th card in the journey of the major arcana, and it deals with structure, tradition, and ritual. It has to do with learning things within the confines of society and being able to adapt to changes (ah ha ha, like I can do this without effort). The warning is that we need to not get caught up in the way things are, but allow ourselves to be flexible. This can also be a message in regards to timidity, staying in a safe zone because it is easy, the simple path that others expect you to follow, when really the best way to learn is to step out of the those restrictive norms and blaze our own trail, taking all the risks this implies.
We all learn at our own pace, but we cannot learn at all if we think we already have all the answers. We won’t have that until it is time for us to go Home, so while we are here, be the student, but be that student with an inquisitive mind open to all possibilities, then share what you are learning and become the teacher, freely giving as you have been given.