Thought about going for a run (who am I kidding, a WALK).
Decided I did not want to have to wash and blow-dry my hair again.
Made a cup of coffee.
Crawled back in bed.
Started reading Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl.
Instantly delighted 6 pages in and anxious to read more.
Put on my jeans which brings the total wear time to one week +1.
Made an effort to conceal my muffin top.
Packed a lunch for The Schoolgirl returning to school after Thanksgiving Break.
Practiced tough love/life skills when The Schoolgirl complained (whined?) about not being able to tuck both of her shirts into her skort.
Told her to try again because she'd have to do it anyway at school when she went to the restroom.
Wrote out a short grocery list.
Drove The Schoolgirl to school.
Said a prayer on the way (not quite the morning devotional I have pictured in my head, but it works for us now).
Shared hugs, kisses I Love Yous and hurry-ups at the car drop off.
Felt like a neglectful mom when I realized it's much colder than I first thought and The Schoolgirl walked off without a jacket.
Rationalized that since it's rainy they probably won't go outside for recess today.
Drove to the grocery store.
Said "Pooh" to the environment when I left the canvas bags in the car because it was raining and I didn't want to run around to the trunk to get them.
Scored a stellar parking spot!
Noticed large number of older men from other countries working as sackers.
Wondered if that was their main job or if it was a second job.
Wondered also what their profession was in their former country.
Wondered what they think about life in America.
Said a mental prayer of thanks for 1) my comfy life and b.) again, my comfy life.
Felt confused when my short grocery list still rang up to be $100.00.
Considered researching those bargain coupon sites (like the Grocery Game).
Felt lazy because those systems/plans require you to be a planner.
Which I am not.
They also require you to be organized.
Which I am not.
Lugged groceries inside.
Put cold things away.
Seasoned and seared a roast and tossed it in the crock-pot.
Rushed to meet girls for bible study.
I was late. I am always late.
Considered root of this lateness for a few moments.
Came home to yummy smell of slowly cooking roast.
Put remaining groceries away.
Ate Triscuits, turkey pepperoni, a slice of colby jack and 6 almonds.
Pretended it was lunch.
Scanned Facebook and saw a post from a high school friend saying that a girl I graduated with died on Thanksgiving Day.
Reminded myself of my own mortality.
Ignored some dishes in the sink (will do after I hit publish, promise).
Am planning to start third official knitting project later this afternoon!!
Enjoyed a few minutes of computer/TV time before picking The Schoolgirl up early and shuffling off to dance class.
Felt jazzy wearing this with a simple black shirt. (What do you think? Please, be honest because I am walking around with it on like I am so fashion forward, which I'm really not.)
What is your day like so far?
I am such an I Meant To type of person. The list of these meant tos (no, not Mentos) is way too long. Maybe my 41st year will be the year I do better with that. I mean to.
Of course I meant to do more gratitude posts during the month of Thankfulness (although thankfulness is not regulated to only one month). But I didn't. So now am writing a stream of consciousness type post to document all the many things of which I am thankful, big and small, that just pop into my head in the next few minutes, in no particular order. Because random is fun.
I am thankful for my family. I am thankful for coffee. I am thankful for Jesus. I am thankful for my friends ( in real-life and virtual). I am thankful for books. I am thankful for the Bible. I am thankful for chocolate. I am thankful for Spanx. I am thankful for Tex-Mex. I am thankful for the things my body can do even when I don't always treat it kindly. I am thankful for my home. I am thankful for music. I am thankful for Netflix. I am thankful for the library. I am thankful for Starbucks. I am thankful for MAC makeup. I am thankful for my camera(s). I am thankful for blogging. I am thankful for flip-flops. I am thankful for pedicures. I am thankful for my washing machine and dryer. I am thankful for Bare Minerals. I am thankful for liquid soap. I am thankful for my running shoes. I am thankful to live in the United States of America. I am thankful for Texas. I am thankful for a good bra (and sport bra). I am thankful for TV. I am thankful for my vacuum. I am thankful for toilet paper. I am thankful for TarJay. I am thankful for good smelling candles. I am thankful for ice cream. I am thankful for our dog and two cats. I am thankful for M&Ms. I am thankful I learned to knit. I am thankful for my flat iron. I am thankful for Pilot precise extra fine-point gel pens. I am thankful for the many ways available to express my creativity. And I am thankful for The Muppets. Enjoy!
Even if you are a Meant To person like me, it's not too late to jot down a list of the many random things you are thankful for.
I did something yesterday I have never done before.
I slept through Thanksgiving. Oh yes, I did.
Missed it. Pulled a little ol' Rip Van Winkle on Turkey Day. Can you believe that?
All thanks to the not at all pleasant brain pincher known as a migraine.
I woke that morning with a dull throb behind my left eye and tension down my neck. Not a good sign. I tried to pull a preemptive strike by taking ibuprofen but to no avail. Two sips of coffee made me want to hurl and Macy's Thanksgiving Parade was hard to watch with all the swirling colors and noise.
I soon returned to bed to lie as still as possible in a darkened room. That's the only prescription that works (well, since I don't have any stronger meds).
My dad and Peggy were hosting a Thanksgiving lunch and I hated to miss it, but I could hardly stand up to take a shower, much less sit in front of food at that point. Scott and Annelise left me in my pitiful state and I tried to sleep it off. They spent the afternoon enjoying a yummy Thanksgiving lunch and then working it off with several rounds of basketball.
I also worked on a new project. Any guesses as to what it might be?
Whether you are having a traditional holiday meal with family and friends around a lavishly arranged table, or find yourself outside gathered around a ping pong table and a beagle is tossing you a plate of popcorn, toast and jelly beans...
I wish you a very HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!
It's rather odd to wake up to a whole different number.
Last year was all about embracing a new decade (yikes!), this year is all about jumping feet first into the flip side of forty.
Instead of typical Thanksgiving fare the moms decided on ordering these laptop meals from KFC. Inside each box were two chicken strips, corn on the cob, mac n cheese, and Teddy Grahams. They were quite convenient to just set out on the desks and everything was ready freddie when they came back from PE.
But they were also very beige with only a dash of yellow.
Annelise, however, didn't seem to mind.
After lunch it was time to do a craft. One of the totally brilliant and organized moms had individual baggies with all the supplies needed for each child to make a cute hand print turkey with a poem.
Um...no, it wasn't me.
Again, not me.
No pictures because I was too busy licking my plate. I declared I could NOT be left alone with those pumpkin bars. They were scandalous I tell you, scandalous.
We finished up the party with a Thanksgiving story.
That, I did.
And I brought forks. And napkins. And small plates.
Sheesh, the things we do for our children.
Not only do I have the treat of turning 41 in a few short days, it's also time to renew my driver's license. I decided to take as much control of an iffy situation as possible. I planned to visit the DMV right after my long overdue hair appointment this morning. My stylist worked her magic with some dabs of color, snips of scissors and the miracles known as a round brush and blow dryer.
I left the salon with a spring in my step.
And then this caught my eye in the car parked right beside me.
I'm not sure if it's the red feathered hat or flowered print dress that sends shivers of fear down the the spines of any potential carjackers.
I could not resist snapping a picture.
I then made my way to the DMV. See?
Fingers crossed my driver's license picture turns out decent since I'll be stuck with it for the next six years. Why aren't there mirrors at the DMV? Or test shots? Or retakes?
By the way, here is my new do. It's basically the same angled bob thing, just shaped up and a few kicky bangs.
Annelise and I stopped by the library Saturday afternoon hoping to check out their book sale. As it turned out, we were thirty minutes too late for the sale. However, we made the best of it. In a perfect library moment I found the (almost) complete Georgia Nicholson series and compulsively grabbed all nine books. I know, I have a disease.
Today I started the first book, Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging and was immediately captivated by the dry humor (British), teen angst and the fact it's written as diary entries. Apparently, snogging is the British term for kissing and fourteen year old Georgia spends a lot of time wondering when she will have her first kiss. Or snog. If ever, even.
I remember that feeling.
I also remember my first snog. Or kiss.
I was thirteen and it was after my grandmother's funeral.
Is that inappropriate?
Anyway. His name was David and he was a cowboy. An 8th grade cowboy if you can imagine. I met him at a church we visited while on a camping trip with my grandparents. We wrote letters and saw each other a few times (not dates really, always with his parents or mine or my grandparents). He fancied himself to be a bull rider (I know) and I even went to see him (with a friend and his parents) once or twice at little piddly rodeos.
But. He had never kissed me.
Were you like me? Curious and completely clueless how kisses were supposed to work? Where did your noses go? Do you close your eyes? Open mouth or closed? What on earth about tongues? It was all too much to worry about. Did you practice on your hand or kiss your mirror? Didja, huh, didja?
What can I say, I wanted to be as prepared as possible.
Then, suddenly, my grandmother died. The Cowboy and his dad went to my grandmother's funeral and came back to the house for lunch with family and friends. As he was getting ready to leave everything started to move in slow motion. Somehow I was standing in the room alone when he came back inside to get his cowboy hat. I know. In something of a blur, he put his arm around me and leaned in to give me a smooch. Maybe two. Then we mumbled goodbye and he left.
That was that. My first snogging session lasted approximately 3 seconds.
But I still remember it. I also remember being slightly shocked and embarrassed and then happy all at the same time.
In a thirteen year old sort of way.
Do you remember your first snog? Do tell...
Tuesday afternoon I saw Mique's 30Days post about making these delightful ruffle scarves. Right away I knew it was something I had to try. Like that afternoon. Immediately.
Well, as immediately as right after picking Annelise up from school and stopping at Hancock Fabric on the way home. I found some pretty turquoise knit fabric, but it wasn't jersey knit like the tutorial called for, it was interlock. Does that matter? This, I do not know.
I asked the ladies at Hancock about elastic thread, which is required. This, they did not know.
After whipping up one of my favorite easy go-to meals (taco soup) for supper, it was time to get down to crafty business. Soon the strips were cut, the Singer threaded, the moment of truth arrived. Whirr...stitch...snip. No scrunchy ruffles. Looks like elastic thread could NOT be skipped.
The crafty muse was in full force, I had to find elastic thread that. very. night. I called Jo-Ann's and asked the young girl if they sold elastic thread. This, she did not know.
My inner craft diva knew they did, the Jo-Ann website told her so. So I grabbed my keys,
Guess what? They DID sell elastic thread, which is conveniently located near the elastic. I resisted the urge to
Now it's Thursday. How many ruffle scarves have I made?
Zip, zero, zilch, nada.
I take that back. I have one tester scarf and one that I thought was going to ruffle. See?
Are ruffle scarves in my future? This, I do not know.
Don't worry, I'm not giving up. I won't let the elastic thread beat me. I won't. Um...any one have any tips?
First: This is possibly a Judgey Judgerson post. Hate me.
2: I live a sheltered life.
C. I like my bubble.
And, if at all possible, birthday parties should not be scheduled on a Sunday afternoon.
I knew something was a little different as Annelise and I entered the home and made our way through to the back patio. I took notice of the large number of adults mingling in groups here and there, and then I noticed the the kiddy section where children were making crafts (bracelets, crowns or coloring a paddleball) or waiting in line for a clown to make their balloon animal.
Annelise set her present down (another Lego City RV camper set) and got in line. No one had really greeted us, so I made my way to stand near a familiar mom. As I stood there chatting I glanced behind me and noticed a dad holding a beer. Then I noticed a few more between various moms and dads. Okay. I hoped that the brewskis were in a different cooler than the juice boxes.
As the afternoon wore on I noticed something else, the kids were doing kid things and the adults were obviously doing their things, yet few adults interacted with the kids.
At a birthday party for a child.
Not only was there a clown making balloon animals and face painting, there was a bouncy castle with a slide and a cotton candy machine. The kids basically moved from activity to activity, or played in the playroom inside the house as their mood struck. The adults occasionally checked on them or when the child came to find his or her parent. The kids loved it, but it seemed soooooo over the top indulgent (to me) and it broke my heart a little that the kids didn't even realize they were being ignored while they were entertained.
After almost TWO hours no cake had been cut and not one present opened. I realized that this kind of party could go on all evening. What on earth? Would they break out the tiki torches around the bouncy castle once the sun set?
Finally, finally, finally, the mom cut the cake. Soon thereafter, we said our thank yous and goodbyes. (Which was the first time the mom spoke to me, by the way.)
As we made our way to the car I could have sworn I heard another beer tab pop.
Annelise was oblivious to the whole adult scene, which was a blessing. To me, a birthday party for a six year old child should be child centered, and even with all the child party bells and whistles, this one was not. It made me uncomfortable. And sad.
Since we can't watch Friday Night Lights until January (Boo. Hiss.), we decided to catch the last football game of my alma mater Friday night. I had been nursing a headache for a few hours but downed some ibuprofen and put on my best game face. We ran in to some friends and sat with them which made the game more fun. Annelise and Kamri cheered, watched, chatted, ate popcorn, peanuts and candy and played spies (this was a HIT, they crouched down and spied on everyone underneath the bleachers).
Look quickly and you might see a sink full of dirty dishes. You might sigh deeply (loudly?), turn on the faucet, briefly think to yourself, "Can't my shiny sink last for more than 15 minutes?", rinse them off and put them in the dishwasher. Take a longer look and you might see something completely different. You'll see the turquoise bowl placed in the sink by my husband before he left for work.
I'm thankful for his job and his willingness and ability to provide for his family. I am thankful that because of him I am able to stay home.
You will also notice the red bowl with unfinished Cheerios and the empty glass from Annelise's breakfast.
I am thankful our daughter is healthy and active, even if she tells me her belly is stuffed so she has a few minutes to play before leaving for school. I'll pour her a smaller bowl next time.
Finally you see the knife used to spread peanut butter and jelly on toasted wheat bread, and then cut it in half (on the diagonal, for those curious few) for Annelise's lunch.
I am thankful that I have the resources to easily shop for, store and prepare meals for my family. I am also thankful they love me even when there are long gaps between my cooking sprees.
I am thankful I took the time to notice today.
This month provides the perfect opportunity for me to reflect on my many blessings, both large and small. It's the small ones I usually overlook. From time to time throughout November I plan to reflect on the numerous things for which I am grateful and blog about them. Feel free to join me on your own blog and I'll definitely pop over for a visit.
What are some things you could take a longer look at and see the opportunity for giving thanks?
Today is a new day because I discovered Goodreads has a widget thing that does it for you. It's probably been available for, like, ever and I'm just realizing it. Again, I say DUH! (You can say it with me if you'd like, I don't mind.) I've been faithfully chipping away at my list for the Fall Into Reading 2009 Challenge. In case you missed it, here is my first fall review post. I must say, I like having a set list to choose from, it seems to keep me on track. The list though is of course flexible, I recently read two WWII espionage books not on my original list, but were a nice surprise.
Here are some of my thoughts about my latest reads:
My Life in France by Julia Child
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Thoroughly enjoyed reading about Julia Child's life as she discovered her true calling later in her life. She was honest, had a great sense of humor and a spirit of adventure. I can't say I'll ever try French cooking, but she made me want to.
John Adams by David McCullough
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I wavered between 4 and 5 stars, so maybe I'll call it 4.5 worthy. John Adams was such an interesting man with many strengths and flaws. I am impressed with his journaling habits (he would definitely be a blogger today), his self-reflection, his humor, his groundedness, his willingness to serve his country, his abilty to perservere when the deck was stacked against him, his love for his wife Abigail and his family, and on and on.
This was not a dry, yawn-ish biography at all, very enjoyable and nicely paced. I also liked reading portions of the letters between John and his wife Abigail and between John and Thomas Jefferson. Makes me sad that paper correspondence is such a lost art today.
The Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This is the second in the YA sci-fi/fantasy series centering around half-blood (half human, half Greek god) Percy Jackson and his fellow half-blood friends. It was a fun read and helped me brush up on my Greek mythology at the same time. I've heard the later books are even better, so I look forward to reading them.
The Spies of Warsaw by Alan Furst
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
While I enjoy reading about WWII, I had never read a typical spy/espionage novel. I thoroughly enjoyed this and will read more of Alan Furst's novels in the future.
The Unlikely Spy by Daniel Silva
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I never really thought I would enjoy WWII espionage novels, but as it turns out, I do. Certain parts were too explicit, but the overall story was paced well and interesting.
Prayers for Sale by Sandra Dallas
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I don't know. I usually enjoy Sandra Dallas, but this one seemed dull to me. Sweet story, but kind of...blah.
When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Sweet YA/middle school story about friendship, belonging and time travel. Yes, time travel.
The Leisure Seeker: A Novel by Michael Zadoorian
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
I liked the basic story, that of a terminally ill woman and her husband who has Alzheimers, taking off on a last RV road trip. Against the advice of their family and their doctors, they leave Detroit and head out to California and Disneyland by way of Route 66. They share adventures and memories along the way, which is really sweet. What earned this book only 2 stars was the coarse language used way too liberally. C'mon, one or three here and there, okay, but this was ridiculous.
Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Very enjoyable, if it's appropriate to say you enjoyed reading about three presidential assassinations, that is. Lots of historical tidbits, humorous observations and comparisons to today's political issues.
The Partly Cloudy Patriot by Sarah Vowell
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Entertaining selection of essays full of Sarah's wit and perspective. Topics range from historical political events to modern day happenings.
I still have several books on my challenge list, although I'm not pressuring myself to race through them or anything just to finish the challenge. My
*a sandwich (either PB&J or ham and colby jack)
*a hard boiled egg
*yogurt or applesauce
*fruit and/or veggies (either carrots, tomatoes, celery, cucumber)
*a cheese stick (if it's PB&J day)
*sometimes graham crackers or goldfish
Something that has become a tradition is a little sticky note from me stuck to the inside of her lunch box. She looks forward each day to my silly little sayings or pictures and might be upset if I forgot to add a note one morning. Who knew?
I can't say I'm overly green in my packaging, I use baggies, plastic wrap, paper napkins and plastic spoons. I could probably improve on that. The other day when we were at the grocery store she saw a plastic Crayola sandwich carrier and almost fell on her knees begging in aisle 8.
I gave in.
So now I'll use that instead of baggies, at least for her sandwich. Just doing my part for the environment you know.
She hasn't complained about her lunches, she still seems to like what I pack and usually eats it all. But I want to be prepared just in case. So I am turning to you, my bloggy buddies, to share your lunch ideas so I can have some back-ups if I'm ever in a lunch box crisis.
The other day after school, Annelise asked if she could go outside. After I said yes, I noticed she was carrying her new blank journal and a couple of markers.
Hmm...I was curious.
I grabbed my camera and peeked through the window.
Turns out she was sketching. Our garage. And some flowers.
I will try to remember that smile and that excitement in her voice every time I kick a stray Crayon or two across the floor, move the piles of masterpieces so we can eat supper or find marker marks on her clothes.
Maybe I should also buy stock in paper and Crayola products.
Is there anything sadder than a jack-o-lantern the morning after Halloween? Well, of course, yes, I'm sure there actually are sadder things, but work with me here, m'kay?
It's only the day after Halloween, but everything BOO-related already seems terribly dated and tired. Time to move on to the pilgrims and the turkeys I suppose.
Last night though, the jack-o-lantern carved by Scott and Annelise looked perfect on our front porch:
We walked a few houses down to go trick or treating at Pappo and Grandma's house.
We then ventured out to a local Halloween carnival at one of our city parks. I wish we had gone earlier in the evening because a slightly older crowd was in full force. It's true, the freaks come out at night, even at 8:00 pm. Think scarily dressed teens, scantily clad nurse uniforms, Goth skeleton baby daddy pushing his offspring in a stroller, and a freaky troll man carrying a Chucky doll. Thankfully, she was oblivious to all of that since there were several games to play and a bouncy castle thing to jump in. We all agreed to skip the haunted house.
We finished up the evening with a trip to Dairy Queen for some frozen goodness and then our traditional family viewing of the classic It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown.
Hope y'all had a boo-rific Halloween and got more than a rock in your treat bags!