Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blogging. Show all posts

Sunday, May 30, 2010

It's Me... Back At Writing...

Did you miss me?  I missed you.  I am not sure why I haven't blogged in a bit except that life has been really busy and I was left feeling overwhelmed the last few weeks.

We went to Sanj's graduation, then to DC ... all which was great but required me to be organized and in this kind of situation, I tend to set unrealistic expectations for myself and am very upset if I miss that expectation.

It was very neat to be on a University campus again.  It was neat to see Sanj put faces to the names he had been "chatting" with the last years.

The song, "Pomp and Circumstance" always gets me.  It has such memories and symbolism.  It made me want to march down with a cap and gown on me. 

It was special to have all his family there to celebrate.  The boys were great about sitting through the hours of names of graduates. They were tolerate of the pictures afterwards. 

After grad, we followed my brother-in-law's GPS to eat supper at my happy place... Olive Gardens.   To get to this destination, we drove thorough all rough parts of Philly and saw life in the city.  Sanj kept bugging me to put my window up as scary folks were in very close vicinity to my open window.   It was a brutally hot day, the air in our van was broken and so we travelled in a sauna.  I felt that being pulled out of the van was a chance I was willing to take to keep my window open.  Besides, I had my hubby, who is travelling up the ladder of colors in his belts in Jujitsu.  I knew I was safe with his being beside me.

We were in Maryland, at my brother's house 3-4 hours later (thanks to traffic).
(I will write more about this in my next blog).

It was a very tiring trip back home.  Hot.  Very Hot. Everyone was very tired.  Being in our own bed felt so good!

We have all the end of the school year stuff to see through.  Being on the fundraising committee at school had me in charge of the Yard Sale.  This is not my thing.  If you read my blogs I have written in the past, you no this.  Ugh.  I hate going through other people's junk.  I feel dirty rummaging through the junk.  Yet, it was one of those cases that someone had to do it.  I was the one that seemed to be around and so I took it on.  Again it is about the expectation I put on my self.  I wanted so badly to raise a certain amount, (my goal was $1500... we raised $1388.66).  There was so much stuff left and had to be pack again.  There was not enough help.  I don't think that for the money raised and work involved, that it was worth it.  We will have to visit this discussion in one of our meetings.  I was so proud of my boys.  They were troopers.  The three younger ones woke up at 7 am and went with me and stayed the whole time.  The price paid for this was the junk that they felt were treasures.  Ugh.  lol.

My mom was here and was a great help too.  She is the Queen of Yard Sales.  Wow.  She was in heaven.  I think she shopped and browsed most of that time.  She kept asking me if I wanted this or that.  NOOOOO!   She found  a HUGE suitcase there and was thrilled so she could take back her treasure.  

The quote of the day was, "One man's junk is just another man's junk." This profound statement was made by one of our teachers, Paul Voskamp.

Tuesday, we have a fun morning ahead of us... we are wanting the fine folks in Peterborough and area to see what they are missing by not being part of our school.  We have a morning of fun planned... story time, craft time, snack time, gym time.  It is going to be a great morning!  I am so looking forward to it.  The best part is that it is free!  :)  I have been praying about this day.  I feel it in my bones that it is going to be awesome!  I think we are going to have a big group of kids.  I feel God's hand in this whole thing.

So, as you can see, life has been busy and not leaving me much time to do the things I really want to do... such as blogging.  My mom has been back and forth between my house and my brother's.  She will be here till the end of June... to be here for Tyler's graduation.  While she has been here, the boys have been getting there fill of yummy Indian food.  My mom is a permanent fixture in the kitchen and laundry room while she is here.


This week is going to be a busy one too.  Yet I am going to get back into the habit of writing.  I have missed it.  I have missed your thoughts and comments... I love our special relationship!  :)
 
 If you read this blog, today, come back and check out the pictures, I'll post tomorrow.





Saturday, January 2, 2010

Thank You!


I am laying in bed with my sidekicks... Josh and Zach.  We are just relaxing.  They are watching America's Funniest Videos and I am reading my book.  Sanj and the boys got back from hockey a bit ago.  It is one of those lazy nights where everyone is relaxing in their own way.


Tomorrow will be busy getting ourselves back to the reality of school. :(


I just wanted to say a quick Thank You to my readers...
To my friends, mainly on Facebook, that read my posts, thank you for your comments and words of encouragements.  I love you!


To my readers that read on my blog,
Thank you!  It is such a compliment to me that you take time to read my thoughts.
I am flattered.  I love your comments back (especially you, Anonymous) and just wanted to say I do appreciate you.


To my friend, Anonymous,
I can't wait to "meet" you... someday!


To say I love you all seems weird but it is a truth because of you ( my readers) I have grown and learned so much...


Happy New Years...
Love
Reema

Monday, December 14, 2009

Tick Tock...



I am blogging... (this is my 700th blog... wahoo!)... yet I should be doing a million other things...

  • sorting through the presents making sure who has what and who needs what...
  • wrapping some of the presents so it isn't an overwhelming task.
  • bathrooms needs  cleaning...
  • keep up with the laundry...
  • pay some bills... yuck...
  • clean up the morning rush
  • put up some Christmas stuff



Yet I am blogging.
I need to write.  I am thinking it is just as therapeutic as my white pill.
I started to look into writing (such as a book, magazines, etc.) for more than a hobby.
I was so excited.
Then I heard that Oprah was ending her show.

OK... for those of you that don't really know me... yes, I am weird and crazy.
Probably certifiably.
Here's the thing... I always dreamt of writing a book and it being on Oprah's book list.
It is/was so tied into my dream.
I would be on her show.  I would be able to thank her for helping me understand the things that were happening in my life... such as the meaning of battered women, abuse etc.
It would so awesome.
I would take my brother.
I would take my family.
What would I wear?

Weird?  Yes... I know!!!
But truth be told, it sort of crippled  me.

My editor friend told me to stop saying "I want to be a writer."
She said..."You already are a writer."
Yet the steps from there are overwhelming me.

Step #1 Increase the readership of my blog.
I admit, I don't know how to do this.
Most people don't read my blog.  They read me on Facebook.
My blog (www.sukumaranville.blogspot.com) has a counter that isn't working.
Most don't comment on the blog. Again the comments are usually via Facebook and email.
So I am stuck at how do I increase readership?

There are other steps but I guess I got stuck at this one.
As I am sitting back re-reading the Tips for Reema, 
I have to pause.

Tip #8... Join a writers group, take a course, read books on writing, but don't get discouraged.  Remember, you're already a writer-  you don't just WANT to write, you DO write, and you have the discipline AND interesting material AND the knack of getting your thoughts out in a logical way, all of which most would -be writers lack.
(Taken from Tips for Reema by Barbara K. (editor)

Sheesh!  So where do I go from here?

God, please help me not to be my typical self and get discouraged and give up.
Could You please guide me?
Show me (loudly) how to move from this place.
My being is screaming out that this is for me.
I believe this to be Your will for me too.
So... if so... please help me.
Show me how to increase readership.
Show me Your will.
(Loudly, if possible).
Love,
Me