“What do you want?”
I merely said, “A Pepsi, please.”
But I lied.
What I want is to out on my own with a good job,
and dinner that tastes better than the pan it was cooked in.
What I want is an “A” grade point average,
but not to have to study until midnight to get it.
What I want is a life with no children tugging and pulling on my arms
until they drag on the ground.
But for now. . .
I’ll take a Pepsi
~I Saved A Winter Just For You
I like this poem, because I think it reflects what we say, when we really want to say something else. How something so simple as ordering a Pepsi, can make us think - is this what I really want?
Now, don’t get to thinking I’m unhappy about the direction my life went, because I’m not. Sure I had dreams and goals, and life didn’t exactly turn out the way I expected, but I’m happy. "Life turned out okay."
I have been blessed with a wonderful husband, who is also my best friend, and even though we have our fights, (I can be a real hothead), they usually blow over. I also have a roof over my head, food on the table, shoes on my feet, I live in the greatest country on Earth, in one of the most beautiful states in the Union. We have three great children, even if they can be a handful, for the most part, they are good boys and stay out of trouble.
My husband "puts up" with my addiction to Scarecrow and Mrs. King and encourages me to write. He has a great job and makes enough money for me to stay at home and raise the children, and although, we don’t have a lot of the extras, we manage. We were even able to save some extra money a few years ago and take a once in a lifetime trip to Europe.
My health has not been the best. Currently, I have been having some lower back problems, which doctors have not been able to isolate. Pain pills are not working, nor did physical therapy, and I'm having a rough time sleeping. I can walk, but can’t stand or sit for a long length of time, which isn’t particularly good for a writer.
I know I said this blog wasn’t going to go in any one direction. This isn’t a blog on politics or sports or cooking. I don’t grow my own vegetables or have a beautiful flower garden (like my next door neighbor). I’m not a domestic goddess, by any stretch of the imagination. As a matter of fact, I hate cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing. And although I do like a clean house, I gave up months ago on the boys' rooms. They are old enough to clean their own rooms themselves.
I recently watched the movie Julie and Julia. I loved it! Wasn’t Meryl Streep just wonderful as Julia Child? Again, I don’t cook, so I don’t plan on blogging about 200 French recipes in 365 days. No, this is more random, my thoughts, and my feelings about my life. But. . .
. . . for now I’ll take a Pepsi.