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saturday randomness

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SuperGirl and I left early this morning to head over to Austin and watch Summer’s drill team at competition.  She also entered a solo.  If you think of her around 3:30, pray for her nerves… and mine, too!  Since I’ve been using writing prompts to help me write every day, I thought it would be fun to dump all the random things of life from this week here today.  Here goes.

1. Home – Michael Bublé

This is the song Summer is dancing to today.  She’s playing the part of a soldier, coming home.  I can’t wait to watch her!

2. SuperGirl is learning a card trick for the school talent show next week.  It could be great or a huge flop.  I’m hoping she doesn’t chicken out.  Here’s hoping her magic trick mentor does a good job teaching her!

3. Pickles has her LAST basketball game of the season today.  We’re all happy-sad.  In a somewhat related note, she was given the Christian Character award at the awards ceremony from the tournament last weekend.  Apparently her coach nominated her.  I had no idea.  She really is a great kid.

4. Last night we went to see the Blue Man Group. I’ve waited a long time to see them.  They did not disappoint!  In fact, I’m in the market for two tickets to Sunday’s show since Summer had to miss it.  We’d originally purchased tickets to go as a family but then her dance team contest got moved up.  I’m SO SAD she missed it.

4. I started, and more importantly, completed a project.  The print is from etsy.com (a gift to Summer for Christmas).  The frame was a blah, antiqued silver frame from Hobby Lobby.  I spray painted it… all by myself!!  I texted her a picture and she loves it.

5. Summer and I found these super cute magnets at a fun little store in Navasota.  I let her pick them out.  Can you tell?  My plan is to have them on a wall in the bathroom.  I just need to talk the mister into painting some magnetic paint on the walls in there!  For now they live on the freezer in the laundry room.

6. Sometime in the last few weeks I misplaced my James Avery charm bracelet.  I realized it a couple of Sundays ago.  I did my best not to panic after I’d checked all my usual hiding spots.  I found it this week, in my wallet.  Where I’d already looked… there are two zippered pouches and I’d only checked one.  That bracelet has charms dating back to college on it.  One was the very first gift Hubs had given me.  And there are charms with each of the girls’ birth dates on them.  And numerous charms from friends and family.  I’m so thankful it turned up!

7. I played a word in Words with Friends this week that was worth 125 points.  So sorry to the friend I played it against…  She’s still playing, so I guess that’s a good sign!

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When I think about things that bring me joy… besides the obvious things like my family and sleep … there are really three things that stand out.  Reading, writing, and scrapbooking.

My pictures are in quite a state right now.  I’m so thankful for iPhoto and that everything since I went digital is organized by date and in one place.  I haven’t had my hands in a scrapbook in years and it makes me a little sad.  The fellowship of scrap retreats and the feeling of accomplishment with a completed album are things I really miss.  Life is speeding by and I just don’t have the time for it any more.

Recently I have taken up reading again.  My nook wish list was getting rather long and I just made a decision to pick up book after book.  It’s the end of February and I’ve read MUCH more than I did last year.  It really is relaxing.  It’s great for my kids to see me reading.  And with the hustle and bustle of life, it’s nice to be still.  And quiet.

Then there is writing.  I really enjoy writing.  My life, though very busy, is rather boring, so it’s slim-pickings when it comes to material to write about.  Writing is fulfilling.  I love it when I get feedback on something I’ve written, when someone agrees with me, or has a suggestion on a problem I might have.  Going back and reading what I’ve written in years past is interesting, too.  There are things mentioned… feelings felt… memories shared… many of them forgotten in the busyness of life.  I don’t want to forget.  Perhaps that is why the scrapbooks are important to me, too.

This morning, I stumbled on this.

I think I’m going to give it a shot.  Writing every day.  Something.  It doesn’t have to be much.  They will even have prompts for those days I think I have nothing to say.  Anyone else want to join me?

>juggling act

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>This picture is from a quick trip we made to Galveston with my parents… but this guy reminds me a little of me. It feels like life is a balancing act around here.

There is school to be taught, activities to be taken to, work to be completed, laundry to be done, a house to clean, meals to be made, bills to be paid, and all the other stuff that makes up life for us around here.

Some days, I feel that even though we are busy, we are balanced. Other days, it feels as though I am standing on a house of cards, with a few missing, and I’ve just been handed a couple of juggling pins.

The past two weeks have been horrible because my sweet girl has been sick but it’s been nice to be “stuck” at home. As nice as that forced break was, though, I’ll be glad to get back to the daily balancing act of life here in our family.

Here’s to a balanced, happy Monday!

>ADD with a side of OCD

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>Does anyone else have this problem?

Yesterday I was making lunch. While getting out the lunch meat I decided to clean out the refrigerator. Yes, at the same time. In the process, I found some molding cheese in the deli drawer and remembered that Summer needs some moldy food for her biology class last week.

I thought I’d better check the class email but the phone rang and it was my neighbor, looking for packing tape. Gee, I know there’s some around here somewhere… Pickles joined in the search and found it on her dad’s vanity in the bathroom. (Sounds like someone else around here has ADD… who left that there???) Neighbor taped up her package and flagged down the mailman while I corralled the dog and kids back into the house.

A quick check back at the computer confirmed that some mold was indeed necessary so I made a note for the cheese (“Do NOT throw away. This is a biology experiment.”) and returned it to the refrigerator shelf.

English muffins for my sandwich were put in the toaster and then I returned to the purging. I found three old containers of cream cheese and threw them in the trash (no mold here, though!). I pulled out a few more items and disposed of them while waiting for the muffins to toast.

I fixed my sandwich and ate, while helping Pickles with her Latin, then proceeded to put up our dirty dishes. At this point, I remembered the dishes in the dishwasher were clean and decided to put them away so I could wash the lunch plates and have a clean, empty sink. (I really, really like a clean, empty sink.)

Half way through the dish-putting-away I came across Summer’s water bottle so I dutifully took it to the water bottle basket in the pantry. It was here that I noticed two opened boxes of graham crackers and decided to transfer the packages to two plastic, airtight containers. (There’s nothing worse than stale chocolate graham crackers.)

Then I remembered that I wasn’t done with the dishwasher!! So off to finish that little chore and put the dirties in I went. Next to the sink were two empty plastic containers that needed to be rinsed for the recycling. I grabbed those and started rinsing…

And then I remembered the three cream cheese containers I threw in the trash. (Here’s where the OCD comes in…) I couldn’t stand the thought of those three containers sitting in a landfill forever when all I had to do was clean them up and recycle them, especially when I just rinsed out a few other recyclables. The thought became so overwhelming that I DUG THROUGH THE TRASH to get them out for washing.

I know. I have a sickness.

The containers were emptied, washed, and put in the recycling bin. The dishes were put away and the sink cleaned.

That’s me… Saving the environment one (or three) cream cheese container(s) at a time.

>blasted facebook

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>It’s ruined my blogging. My journaling has been reduced to status updates like…

  • “is opening the windows.”
  • “whodunnit? it was the mother… with the missing book… in the closet. i win.”
  • “tomorrow is the first day of fall!!”

To be fair, I shouldn’t blame it all on Facebook. Twitter has a hand in it, too.

  • “Said goodbye to Colin, Min, Ryan, and Nannie. Drowning sorrows at Container Store.”
  • “Waiting to help jump a stranger’s car… They (3 guys) can’t figure out how to open the hood. Ha!!”
  • “Driving through Houston with a plastic bag stuck to the grill of my car.”

Really, there is more to me and my life than these piddly little status updates. But life has gotten so busy and I haven’t made time to get my thoughts in order for blogging. It’s sad, because blogging helps me remember… a moment, a feeling, a funny thing said or done. I have found myself thinking in short phrases instead of stories and complete thoughts.

And I don’t like it. I’d like to remember more about funny things like changing that stranger’s tire. Or moments of missing my precious family who lives so far away. Or the laughter and frustration over finding a lost book. I’m so busy that I’m not feeling. And I want to feel those emotions…

happy… sad… lonely… silly… sentimental… in the moment… noticing the little things and then exploring what makes me feel the way I do about those things…

Maybe I’ll be better about this blogging thing. Maybe not.

One thing I do know… this felt good!!

>thoughts on a saturday morning

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>this blueberry and cream cheese butter braid sure tastes good. (thank you, kim!)
and it goes nicely with this fresh cup of coffee with hazelnut creamer.
if i stopped drinking coffee, i’d probably lose 10 pounds.

i think my cat is losing her voice.
is that possible?

the double knockout roses that hubby planted this morning sure look pretty.
and happy to be in the ground.

the veggie garden is dying a slow death.
all that’s left are a couple of non-producing tomato plants and pitiful pepper plants.
the morning glories are doing fine, no thanks to the deer.
and the rosemary bush is humongous.
looking at what you pay for that stuff in the store, i could make a killing off that one bush.

pickles is home from summer camp.
i think she grew a couple of inches.
there wasn’t anything green growing on her teeth.
but she didn’t brush her hair.
because she’d already packed her hairbrush the night before.
but that was okay, because she didn’t stink.

summer leaves for youth camp on monday.
she’s worried that her friends will sing happy birthday to her.
for the six hour ride there.
i’m glad i’m staying home.
but i’ll miss her like crazy.
and she’d better not grow at all.
because she’s now officially passed me up.

that new phone summer got for her birthday (a little early) is buzzing nonstop.
with texted birthday wishes (though it’s not until tomorrow).
and messages of “hey, here’s my phone number, too!”
summer is going to need physical therapy to uncurl her fingers.

supergirl and pickles have a clean room. (thank you, angela!)
it’s stayed that way for two days.
and all laundry has made it into a basket.
i’m hopeful.
but i’m not holding my breath.

i feel motivated (sort of) to attack the laundry room today.
but i’d rather go to the fitness club.
and sit by the pool.

hubby is working today.
and i miss him.
boo.