Power of Ten

So, this is my first blog on this particular website. I never really keep up with them once I start them. I had one on xanga for a while that was a lot of fun, but real life kept rearing its ugly head and I stopped. Now I can't remember my password. So here I am.

So I saw this "Power of Ten" thing on a friend of mine's blog and thought it was neat, then I saw it on someone else's blog and then a couple days later on someone else's blog, and a few minutes after that, on someone else's blog. I figured: It must be a sign. The Power of Ten is beckoning me. The only thing that would have made it more poignant would be if I saw it on ten people's blogs. Alas, I didn't. Who has time to visit ten people's blogs? People without kids, one would presume.

So what better way to start a new blog than to reflect on the past and muse on the future? I'm game.

10 years ago: I was just finishing up my junior year of college, was about 6 weeks pregnant, and wondering what on earth I was going to do. I needed money, so I needed a job. I needed prenatal care, so I needed a doctor. And oh yeah, that pesky thing called "A Place To Live." (Though I did milk the "medical single" offering for all it was worth. Who wanted to share a dorm room with someone who was constantly gagging and having panic attacks?)

10 months ago: Future Mr. Phenom and I were deciding that the next time we watched fireworks together, it would be as husband and wife. Also, planning our trip to Canada. That's a story for another time.

10 weeks ago: I was getting the results of my most recent LEEP procedure and deciding when would be the best time for a D&C. A diagnostic D&C, mind you. Wow. That was fun.

10 days ago:I was still falling in love with my week-old car. Well, it's actually 6 years old, but I had only had it a week at that point. I had been driving a 1989 Oldsmobile Royale (otherwise known as the Delta 88... "it's a Delta 88; spray-painted black.." Bonus points to whoever got that reference. Except mine wasn't black, spray-painted or otherwise. It was burgundy.) since our trip to Canada last August and I was SO ready for a new car. Oh, also I was in tears over losing my camera, which has the last 5 months of pictures on it, undeveloped. Including my daughter's 7th birthday. No, I haven't found it yet. And I cry about it still at least once a day. I'm a baby.

10 minutes ago: I was eating my last 100-calorie snack of the night. I'm on the "I'm getting married in 5.5 weeks diet". Nothing like knowing that 100 or so of your closest friends (and people who haven't seen you since college) will be all simultaneously snapping hundreds of pictures of you to motivate you to lose that last 5 pounds.

10 seconds ago: I was trying to type the word "simultaneously" on this new keyboard quite unsucessfully. There are way too many keys on this thing! And just so you know, it took me a couple tries to get it right the second time around too.

10 seconds from now: I will probably be writing about 10 minutes from now.

10 minutes from now: (I was right!) I will be wrapping this up, shutting down my computer and getting my tired butt to bed. It's been a long day.

I will also be brushing my teeth, and from across the hall I will probably be listening to "There's only one thing that I know how to do well, and I've often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well; and that's be you. Be what you're like. Be like yourself. Etc. Etc. Etc." because Thing 2 stole that cd from me just before bedtime and currently has that song on repeat. I'll shut it off before I go to bed. Though I have to say, I'm liking her They Might Be Giants phase WAY more than her Creedence Clearwater Revival phase. There's only so many times you can listen to "doo-doo-doo, looking out my back door". It loses it's magic quicker than you might think.

10 days from now: I have no plans whatsoever and the kids will be gone, so that probably means reading. And um.. walking around. And maybe.. reading some more. Oh, it may also mean helping my mom with wedding favors. Though I think she likes doing it all on her own. Geez. Can't tell she's my mother.

10 months from now: I will either be pregnant or recovering from a hysterectomy. Or neither. Who knows? Those are just the 2 biggest possibilities as I see them right now. 10 months is a long time away. Anything could happen.

10 years from now: I will be 40. My kids will be 19 and 17. I'd like to think Thing 1 will be finishing his first year of college, but again.. who the heck knows? He may be in Scandinavia fly-fishing. Is there even fishing in Scandinavia? Where the heck is Scandinavia? You get my point. He will be doing what he thinks is best for him. Thing 2 will be finishing up her junior year of high school and... ok, I don't want to think of my daughter as a teenager. I'm ending this now.