Coffee, Crafting and Mommy Magic

Ok, so my daughter got married last Thursday and this Thursday she is going to walk down the aisle at church. What really bugs me is that she decided to do this at the last minute. I know that she was not the only deciding factor, I know for a fact that her "now husband" is the one who said he wanted to move the date forward.

I'm not so naive to think this could be money related...as to taxes and whatnot here in the US. But I can't say for sure that is the whole story. All I know is that everything felt rushed and I DON'T like that. It bothers me that they can't say "Let's wait a year and plan."

Why not? Why not wait a year?

More later

HI! How is everyone doing?

Ok first off I would like to say, I hope this reaches you in good health. Yesterday evening I went out of town to pick my twins up from their grandmother's house. They have been there pretty much for 2 months out of this summer. School will be starting back up soon and so I thought they should come back. I don't remember the drive there. Fast asleep I was! Thank God my husband was driving.

This year I will 37 years old. Do you ever do that? Constantly remind yourself how old you will be this year? I won't allow myself to be 36...and when I was 35 I was claiming 36. So when does the madness end? Why do I seem so happy to turn a year older and to find yet another gray in my head?

You, my friends, will see me turn old. Hopefully I will never grow to old to write a blog entry...I hope. I hope that I REMEMBER to log into Opera when I am 85 to say hello and goodbye to friends. I only hope. Anyway...back to me turning another year older....I think a goal of mine will be to embrace that I am 36. I am only 36 and have not experienced the world yet. I want to travel!

Lately I have been so tired. Of course I moved into another home and it was 115F outside...but besides that I just want to SLEEP. Really this is new for me. I am not much of a sleeper, so I don't know what is going on. Maybe it is the medication that I take...you know all the psych meds and such. But yeah, this summer is wearing on me. Every step I take in this heat draws me down and out. Please stop the heat already, Lord. Is this our hell?

I don't know if I should say this, but a friend of mine has a lot of drama in her life and she is trying to involve my very own daughter in it!! I wish I could say more...but this is a public blog. Bleh. Bleh. So...do you know anyone who is super dramatic and won't blog about it? Instead they pull everyone into their life...they remind me of black holes...or the Bermuda Triangle...or an unstoppable drain. Drain me already! Drain me of any sanity that I had left!!! Get a clue, don't you know how draining you are??? I bet one day if I were to read this I would have no clue what I was talking about.....

I have been drawing again lately. I will try to post pics...sorry bad webcam photo....anyway hopefully I can get more creative and add more! Have a wonderful day/night....


Sarah

DEAR OPERA FRIENDS,

Today, my first grandson has been born. His name is Syair M. I came home after being at the hospital and up since 3 this morning....and the only place I can think to go is MY OPERA. MY OPERA BLOG is where I can go to *really* get my feelings across. Facebook can NOT replace MY OPERA BLOG.

This blog is my life.

This blog knows my secrets.

This blog is my personal book...it's called a biography.... I LOVE YOU DEAR MY OPERA FRIENDS.

Today, I lifted my daughter's shoulders....whispered in her ear and stood by her fiance's side, and my sister's side. Bringing life into this world is like the most magical thing I have ever had the absolute privilege to see. I SAW my daughter give birth. Only 16 years ago...a MERE moment in time I was in the same place...pushing her out...thinking to see her face and curving my body around her's and pushing with all my might... she did the same thing, except I think only better.

I whispered to Rachael, "Imagine his face...your doing good honey...curl your body up...he is almost here..."

And I could see the top of his head. Dark ebony hair crowning so slowly. Out he would come, and then back in. On contraction he was coming out again. The doctor put his hands around the head and gently pulled and twisted the baby out as Rachael was taking a deep breath and PUSHING.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10. I could only hear a nurse chanting these numbers in the background, but all my focus was on my daughter's face that was turning red while pushing her son out. Syair's head came completely out and I could see a mushed face looking ever so uncomfortable. Then his body was slowly slithering out, huge shoulders and a long body..long legs..beautiful little alien coming into this world.

The doctor was adamant that the baby had really big shoulders. Go Syair!

After Syair was into this world, he was laid on his mother's chest. Rachael whispered to him "Hey baby boy" As if she really didn't know him well. Little unknown child, yet known, laying on her. I don't know what she was thinking. But I am sure that all motherly instincts started to kick in. What an amazing thing.

I have drowned in Syair's dark eyes and lovely soft hair and sweet whimper and long fingers and sweet smacking mouth. I need to mention...he is hungry!

Today was the sweetest day. Everything was almost too perfect with his birth. Everything beautiful and surrounded by love. This child will know love, Inshallah.

Thank you God for blessing me with a healthy grandson. Syair M. (and his name means poetry) 8lbs 13 ozs
21 1/2 inches long. Born on February 20 (President's Day), 2012.

Thank you Opera for letting me share my story with all feelings and emotions. This subject can only belong to one place...MyOpera Blog. Facebook readers can be led here if they chose.

Love you all,
Sarah

....I have not been influenced by any other blog today....I have just logged onto here and begun writing. I sort of feel bad for not visiting my other favorite blogs. They have almost all but quit writing and some have changed their style to fit a more contemporary audience or whatever the case may be.

Lately, I have been working on so many items to eventually make an etsy shop or sell to local vendors here. I know there is a shop in the mall that takes handmade items. It's not that I don't have the brains to do anything else, it's just this is a job that I ENJOY. I think I am more like my dad than I thought. He was always wanting to work for himself and now I see why. Having a boss is a real bitch and a half and I don't appreciate the way the working world is treated.

If I could live in a log cabin and self sustain, I might. As long as I had internet. I need someways of communicating after all!!

Speaking of communicating, i have not talked to any of my brothers lately. I miss them and especially need to talk to John to find out if Paige is dating anyone who is fat. I had a dream that dad came to me and called Paige's new boyfriend a 'fat, lazy slob'. I don't even know if my dad would have really used those words, it was a dream after all. And I have no idea who Paige is dating. (my ex step mom) well, I still consider her my step mom. But yeah...it was so weird...this dream.

It's 6 am and I am hearing my husband snore. I still think he needs a cpap machine. But I seriously doubt that he would wear it. I don't know if I am just hearing him snore from about 3:30 to 6:00 am or if that is when it wakes me up. He could be snoring all night for all I know...i hate to say this, but the way he stops breathing and then starts up again reminds me of a fucking piece of shit car trying to start...but is out of gas or something. I am just being real. I am pissed that he refuses to take care of this issue. WTF, is my sleep less important than his? Am I going to have to move into another room and put on a sound machine? I feel SORRY for him, dammit and I don't want him being sick and tired because he is snoring his ASS off all night long and not getting a good breath. Speaking of I am about to go kick start his ass...brb.

Ok I turned him....damn he is snoring again. I woke up the kids as well.

They have been late to school...for me trying to let them get ready when they want to....hahaha! That's a joke. They run on some odd time that doesn't belong in this universe. They run on kid time. Kid time is based on the sun being out. If the sun is not out they are not up, if the sun is not out they are in the house. Sun....light....they must have sunlight.

Kid time...can't the whole world run on kid time?

mmmm What else? I guess I will go try to piece that hat together now. I LOVE doing this and it makes me happy...and I am enjoying being part of the group on YouTube called "The Cast Off Crew" Look it up if you would like to see what we are doing. You will probably see my fat butt in there too. I could care less what people think anymore I just like doing what I do, fiber artist. Ok then....I will write more later because I have a TON to say about my daughter and her boyfriend/soon to be married/fiance and the fact that they are having a son, who by the way.....the name Syair is awesome and I love it!! Yey thank you Rae for doing something right! I love the name Syair for my grandson and I look forward to meeting him soon.

Speaking of, her belly was doing so many flip flops last night when she was asleep in my bed that I thought a damn alien was going to bust out of her belly button. It was some of the freakiest looking shit ever. Wow...I'm so sentimental.

Love,
Sarah

"A photograph is always about two things. It is about what is being shown, and it is about the response to what is seen."
Author: --Tom Bentkowski