In honor of #TBT, here a pic of MrTDJ and LittleTDJ. I’m cheating a little though. Both are age four and the pics were taken almost 34 years apart – MrTDJ was in May 1979 and LittleTDJ just 2 weeks ago. MrTDJ’s smile stole my heart from the moment I met him, just as LittleTDJ’s makes my heart melt on a daily basis. Although LittleTDJ came from my body, his behavior, his spirit, his laughter and his smile are all his dad. I am quite certain that MrTDJ is smiling down and thinking, “That’s my boy!!”. Share a smile with someone today!!
One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days. 8760 hours. Never have I been so cognizant of the passing of time as I’ve been since 8:20am on June 9, 2012. My husband died. My heart broke. My life changed. And then 8:21am came. 8:22am. Then June 10. Followed by June 11. And then I turned 37. Then came August 9. A wedding anniversary with no husband. And then it turned cold. And then it was 2013. And then LittleTDJ turned 4. And then it turned warm. Memorial Day came. Then, suddenly, it was June 9. Again.
My name is Taya! Nice to meet you guys. That’s what I wish I would have been able to get out my mouth. But, I couldn’t. I’m the socially awkward one that brought the banana pudding. Glad everyone enjoyed it. I can’t take all the credit though; my mother is the best baketress that I know and I’m just her sous chef. I was the one that came in and kinda spoke to everyone with a general room greeting. I’m not usually so weirded out in casual, social settings. Socially awkward is not a title that anyone would give to me, yet last Sunday, I was just that.
My fear and loathing of felines has been well documented over the years. In case you haven’t read my tales of woe as they relate to those creepy critters, you should probably read about my earlier encounters. Things started HERE, and continued to get worse HERE, HERE and HERE. Last week I had an incident with a vicious tiger, but I’m not ready to talk about that yet since it’s still too fresh in my mind. Instead, let’s take a walk down memory lane, back to the time that I almost killed my little cousin because of a stalking jaguar cub.
With less than a month until showtime, I still can’t believe that I’m really hitting the stage.
Whoa!! Kate, our fabulous producer, has been running cast spotlights twice a week on the Listen To Your Mother website. Today is my day peeps. Click on over there and check it out —–>Meet the DC Cast: MrsTDJ
Are you in the DC metro area? Do you have plans on Sunday, April 28 at 2pm? Come on over to Arlington, VA and attend our show! I am confident that you won’t be disappointed!! If you plan to come out, let me know.
My emotions have been bouncing into almost every category that exists – shock, curiosity, amazement, fear, sadness, delight, gluttony, ambivalence, anger and pain.
I’m just not sure how to respond to the package. Someone or a group of someones has been gracious and thoughtful for the last few months. My spirits dip very, very low on the 9th of each month. I wrote about it in this post, The Passing of the 9’s. I’ve been receiving packages, to my office, on the 9th of each month. Here is today’s package and note:
This is a line from one of LittleTDJ’s favorite cartoons, Team Umizoomi. Briefly explained, the team of miniature superheros is given a mission each episode to help a child with a big “problem”. During this particular episode, the team is riding along on a train that is powered by bouncing shapes. Rectangles are good shapes that should be “eaten” because they will fuel the train and increase the speed. All other shapes should be “jumped” because they are bad for the train and should be avoided.
As I float along in this fuzzy existence of mine, I’m reminded that I have a daily choice. Life dealt me a devastating blow on June 9 when my husband passed away suddenly. Instantly the fabric of my life was ripped under me. From the moment when everything changed, I’ve had two choices – survive or crumble. Or as LittleTDJ might say, eat it or jump it. My definitions are a little more complex than the ones from Team Umizoomi though.
Hey folks pardon the dust for a few days as I spruce up my little piece of cyberspace. Soon, www.MrsTDJ.com will have a whole new look, so check me on or about 3/20/13.
Be sure to write/save/bookmark the correct url – www.MrsTDJ.com
See ya soon!!
The last time that I had the pleasure of stepping onto a stage, it was 1989 and I was the props manager for my school’s production of, “The Pirates of Penzance”. About a month ago, prompted by an email from my good girlfriend Nae over at I Choose the Sun, I threw caution to the wind and impulsively decided to audition for a play. Say what now? A play? Ya girl on a stage???
On the eve of the love holiday, Valentine’s Day, I’ve been grinning and giggling with memories of my husband. We both enjoyed expressions of love and presents on random dates, and we really liked Valentine’s Day. Honestly, MrTDJ actually liked it more than I did, but just as I sought to make him LOVE his birthday, he set out to make me LOVE Valentine’s Day.
One early Valentine’s Day memory was in February 1994, a full 8 months before the slap heard round the world. I was away at school and this was my first foray into sneaking up the road to spend time with him. Hush, my parents found out years ago and since we got married, it’s a moot point. Two of my friends and I were traveling out of Charlottesville together, via an early, early morning train. Wouldn’t you know the night before our train, there was a snow and ice storm? ***sigh***