Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
How many common phrases are you saying incorrectly? I found three. Seriously. WHAT?
And funny cats to take away the sting of saying common phrases wrong.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
My folks found an old church directory buried in their files. Old as in 50 years! The little curly haired girl? That's me. My dad in his rock-the-60s-black-frames and my mom in her stunning timeless beauty. My grandparents are pictured, too. Stunners there, too.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Desperation is here. My hair is awkward, real, real awkward. I'm not at the point of chopping into it yet (thank goodness) but I am resorting to borrowing those little alligator office clips at work. If you look closely among the silver strands you can see two little arm antennas of the clip. I had better make an appointment before I consider going after one of Rob's power tools next.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Sunday was a fabulous Winter Onederland birthday party for our sweet little girl. My daughter wants to give the kids in her care every opportunity to feel nurtured and to be celebrated. This little one-year-old most definitely did.
My folks were present and my dad tends to like to keep things moving. My daughter's Christmas tree* (another memorable experience. Picking it out, drinking hot cocoa, smacking mom in the head with the huge orange stick that lets the cutter crew know the tree has been found, then decorating it. Oops, after mom had to hack away at the crooked trunk so it would sit upright,) *which was sorely dried out and ready for retirement. He suggested pruning shears which he happened to have in his trunk. So while the party guests were leaving he went to get his shears. My mom and I began undecorating the very, VERY poky tree. Dad came back with large garbage bags and gloves, too. Also a bin to hold the bag while he stuffed.
He chopped, chopped, chopped that tree down and got it into two bags, the needles filled a smaller bag. And bam. The tree was taken care of.
I thanked him later and told him how much it meant to my daughter that she didn't have to deal with the tree all by herself, or at all. He said that it was such an easy idea it should appear somewhere for the world to read.
So there it is. Tip. If you have a Christmas tree needing to go back to the great outdoors, pruning shears are an amazing quick and painless (relatively) easy way to do it.
Thanks, Dad for being a knight in shining armor and boy scout prepared. And for the pictures, too.
Wednesday, January 06, 2016
I'm going for small goals this year.
These two empty bags will be full of donatables by the end of the month. I will have 3 marketing pieces in place for Out of the Frying Pan by the end of the month. I also will actually practice my violin 5 times this month.
Those aren't crazy and unreachable, right? Okay. This is out there now. I'll keep you posted on the progress I'm making.
Do you have little goals? How's that working for you?