Most of you on Facebook may have noticed the retro thing going on with people’s profile pictures. Well considering how many dozens photo albums and picture boxes I have stocked full of millions of pictures, I thought it would be fun to pull out some old pictures, scan them and then tag all my old school friends. But instead I ended up spending an entire evening pouring through every single photo album and photo box I own.

I have pictures that of course begin with me as a baby, my childhood, teen years and into the years my husband and I were dating, our wedding and of course there were tons of both pregnancies and the kids all the way through now. My mind is kind of racing full of all the memories. It’s so weird to look back and see how much I’ve grown and changed. And even weirder to see how much the kids have grown and changed. I swear it was just yesterday that they were born. Then again I would’ve sworn that it was only yesterday that I got married or graduated high school…

There were so many pictures that just took me back. Friends and family that have long since passed away, friends that are still in my life today. So many people and so many memories.

Nothing puts your life into a sharper focus then looking back over your life in pictures. It reminds you of where you come from and who you are. It also reminded me of just how fast my babies are growing and that I should take time to slow down and smell the roses with them more often.

My dad took this picture when I was in elementary school. He told me to picture the woman I’d be when I was 30 and to say hi to that woman. And now here I am, 32, looking at that same picture, saying hi back to that girl I once was.

I never did scan any pictures and upload them to Facebook. Maybe tomorrow…

"And the tides gonna turn and it’s all gonna roll your way…"

A couple things in the weekly “pre-Lost” post, as I’ve come to call it, first and foremost one of the coolest and most surreal moments of my life. Yesterday, I received my first check for freelance writing. It was a whopping $68.00! It may not be enough to quit the day job or anything, but man what a rush. I’ve been writing my WHOLE life. I’ve got a library full of journals, diaries, short stories, poems, and songs, you name it. It’s been my passion and the core of who I am my entire life.

So for the first time I actually start to take it seriously, and I get paid for it. Well it’s pretty damn emotional. I feel proud in a way I’ve never felt before. As far as career and professionally, I’ve never felt complete. I’ve always had a big empty space where that piece of me should be. Doing daycare makes me happy, because it enables me to be home with my kids, where I want to be. That doesn’t make it my passion. Not even close. The closest I ever came to that feeling was getting my first paycheck at Rock 95. That was pretty cool too. But this, this feels like destiny…

The other great thing that happened was today. The Cat Lady (AKA our tax lady) FINALLY got back to us after almost 2 weeks of being MIA. If you’ve been following the ongoing saga of ” The Harvey Family Bankruptcy/Tax Debt 2008″, you’ll know that she disappeared after telling us we were going to owe over $4,000, but she couldn’t get us the final numbers or the paperwork (which we needed for our old senile bankruptcy lawyer) because she was having computer problems. We never heard back from her, and most times when I’d call, I’d get a damn busy signal.

I’m not lying when I tell you what she told me. That her CATS kept messing with her and unplugging the phone in the back room where she couldn’t see it. So we’ve been on this depressing slump for the last week and a half waiting for confirmation, because her cats were being “funny”. How is it, if there is a freakin nutjob within a mile radius of us, we’ll hire them for something?

On top of the endless venting about her VERY rude cats (her words), it finally came out that part of those “computer problems” is what gave her the total amount we were going to owe, the correct amount was actually 2. I said $2,000? Great!” She said “No, 2. Just 2 dollars”. My heart leapt, “We only owe $2.00? You’re kidding me!” I responded. “No,” she said annoyed, “you’re getting BACK $2.00”. So not only are we NOT going to owe anything, as originally reported, but we’re getting back $2.00!!!! HELLO MCDONALDS! Supersize me baby! YAYYYYY Woo HOO!!!!!

So Saturday we go BACK to the senile old bankruptcy lawyer with our taxes and get back on the bankruptcy train. If we ever make it to court at this point, God only knows. Here’s hopin we get there before the collection people who keep calling drive me insane!

In all honesty, this week has been one of the best weeks we’ve had in a VERY long time (granted I still lost my keys on Wednesday, so Patrick missed school, but I guess dumb luck is just the story of my life). The title of the post is a quote from Dolly Parton’s 9 to 5, because at the moment, I’m kinda feeling like maybe, just maybe, the tide is starting to change…