tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62461505043910468302012-02-16T05:56:01.604-08:00Hey, I'm a Gemini. I was born on the summer solstice. You never know (nor do I) what might be posted here.Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-9743486902682745792009-10-26T22:24:00.000-07:002009-10-26T22:25:17.986-07:00I will return and start posting. Just busy with sick boys.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-974348690268274579?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-41185961503407178412009-10-08T22:53:00.000-07:002009-10-08T22:54:44.417-07:00Still here. Have been working on the letting go thing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-4118596150340717841?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-88397426262133059512009-10-01T20:28:00.000-07:002009-10-01T20:29:45.916-07:00Letting go...in more than one way.<br />This is about letting go (and many other various things). My boys are growing up and I'm having to learn to let go of the control, etc. It is also about letting "things" go in my life. Moving past things, problems, events and more and getting on with my life. I'm a worrier and worry about the wrong things. I'm working on it. However, I'm not very good at it. I believe I'm a bit OCD when it comes to some of these things. Probably part of my anxiety problem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-8839742626213305951?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-52546136657316195822009-09-27T20:36:00.000-07:002009-09-27T20:45:38.439-07:00Jeff and I were out having a "quiet" afternoon of target practice. Michael calls and wants to know if he can drive to a friends house down by the airport. Deep breath. OK. Call us when you get there. Be back by 5, etc. He's only had his license 24 hours but we have to let go sometime. <br /><br />Guess what? He did just fine. He's home and he and the car are still in one piece.<br /><br />I'll tell you what, the last 6 months have been filled with more letting go anxiety than any time in the last 16 years.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-5254613665731619582?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-79004926536882939722009-09-26T21:48:00.000-07:002009-09-26T22:02:19.507-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today, Michael passed his driving test and is now a licensed driver. I think I was more nervous than him. This is something he wanted so badly, worked so hard for and deserved, I didn't want to see crushed if he didn't pass the first time. He did fine and now has his own horror stories to tell of the process! I'm very proud of him.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-7900492653688293972?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-30393953529186573952009-09-24T20:43:00.000-07:002009-09-24T20:46:33.535-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">OK, this is all new. I'll give it a try. My postings will be totally random. Maybe some recipes, etc. We'll see how it goes.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-3039395352918657395?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6246150504391046830.post-65374564258627851612009-09-24T18:27:00.000-07:002009-09-24T18:31:30.733-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All my life, I thought my name was Shelly. I had no clue that my first name was "Hey, Mom?" until the boys could talk. Many times, I've told them that I've changed my name and I can't tell them what it is but they keep figuring it out. Oh, well. I guess I'm stuck with them.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6246150504391046830-6537456425862785161?l=millieandben.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hey, Mom?http://www.blogger.com/profile/07455844182114375992noreply@blogger.com0