1. Get a library card.
2. Drink my coffee black.
3. Go into the unknown, it will expand my known.
4. Read more, especially things I disagree with.
5. Learn something from everyone.
6. Survive on little, to prove I can.
7. Do what I say I will.
8. Eat more protien.
9. Keep truth-tellers close to me.
10. Nobody likes a know-it-all, don't be one.
11. Read biographies.
12. Don't buy "stuff".
13. Be humble and curious.
14. Be as useful as I can in as many circumstances as possible.
15. Make my home a place where I feel safe.
16. Help people who have never helped me, and can't.
17. Remember who helps me and return the help with twice as much value.
18. Get a tattoo, don't worry about regrets.
19. Meet with friends more often than I think I have to.
20. Walk more.
21. Get to know my neighbors.
22. Apologize more that I need to.
23. Buy some art.
24. Get a good haircut an color.
25. Be like Jesus, not his followers.
26. Give away my best work for free.
27. Bring a bottle of wine.
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Tuesday, January 31
Tuesday, January 4
Happy New Year +4!!!
Something about me you may not know is that I’ve never made a New Year Resolution. I think a huge part of it is because I’m always at a party or someone’s house for the New Midnight and someone or multiple someone’s ask me what I’m resolving to do and I’m not sure if it’s a spite thing or what but my knee jerk reaction is to say “Nothing” with a tiny voice in my head adding “and you can’t make me” and “harrumph!” with mental foldy arms. I know I know, mental me is a snot. This year I didn't go out though. Other than dinner out with family and friends I stayed home for most of the night and when the new years rolled in I was fast asleep at least for the first two hours then I was up and down with Laine but that’s another blog altogether.
So since I wasn’t around anyone to ask me what my resolution was I was actually able to give it some serious thought, Erik decided he is going to try and be a bit more neighborly, maybe even throwing a get-to-know-our-neighbors party. I think I might have the flu that day but we’ll see.
So I’m thinking about resolutions and there really isn’t too much I want to change (we all know how well I deal with that) and there isn’t a habit I want to kick or start. I am already on a diet, kind of, and saying “I resolve to lose this many pounds” or “I resolve to quit eating sugar”, would only make me eat more sugar. It’s just how I do. You can imagine my irritation with myself when it turns out that today is the 4th and I have yet to resolve to do anything, I though about making my resolution to think of a resolution because apparently it’s a challenge. But I think I’ve got it. My new year’s resolution is actually a three parter; I know, zero to three. Whoa.
Number One Resolution: Become crafty. (artistically and Evil Scientist-y)
Number Two Resolution: Be more creative in the kitchen. (using foods outside my comfort zone)
Number Three Resolution: Be more imaginative with my wardrobe. (limit my comfy t-shirt days to Friday’s only. Eek!)
So there you have it. We’ll see how I do. I have the whole year for you to forget I ever wrote this all down. HA!
So since I wasn’t around anyone to ask me what my resolution was I was actually able to give it some serious thought, Erik decided he is going to try and be a bit more neighborly, maybe even throwing a get-to-know-our-neighbors party. I think I might have the flu that day but we’ll see.
So I’m thinking about resolutions and there really isn’t too much I want to change (we all know how well I deal with that) and there isn’t a habit I want to kick or start. I am already on a diet, kind of, and saying “I resolve to lose this many pounds” or “I resolve to quit eating sugar”, would only make me eat more sugar. It’s just how I do. You can imagine my irritation with myself when it turns out that today is the 4th and I have yet to resolve to do anything, I though about making my resolution to think of a resolution because apparently it’s a challenge. But I think I’ve got it. My new year’s resolution is actually a three parter; I know, zero to three. Whoa.
Number One Resolution: Become crafty. (artistically and Evil Scientist-y)
Number Two Resolution: Be more creative in the kitchen. (using foods outside my comfort zone)
Number Three Resolution: Be more imaginative with my wardrobe. (limit my comfy t-shirt days to Friday’s only. Eek!)
So there you have it. We’ll see how I do. I have the whole year for you to forget I ever wrote this all down. HA!
Tuesday, November 9
Shopping Lists
I’ve started a new diet-y thing. It’s not so much what I can and cannot eat. I’ve been doing my math and for my body type it seems there are foods that I can eat and still lose weight and foods that hold onto my inches and pounds like a lifeline, so those foods have to be cut out (i.e.; peanut butter, apples, and cheese). I’ve also figured out my caloric intake versus my weight/inch loss and I’m on a limit. That’s the easy part. Limiting how much I eat has never been my problem; it’s been eating the right things. So anyway, now you know. It’s not what I eat its how much of it I eat, come back in 45 days (that’s December 23) and my tests will be over and I’ll let you know how it went.
Today I made up a list for Laine’s Christmas and Birthday gift that Erik and I would love to see her have. Most all of the gifts are specifically wanted. Like the bowling pins. Laine’ throws things so often, usually at Mommy’s head that I would like to give her something to throw with purpose and we can work on her accuracy in the process. The vacuum would be nice to teach her that it’s nothing to be afraid of and that the she can do it to while I vacuum the living room. Some of course look like something that she’d enjoy and I never want her to lack joy. Erik and I will be shopping off of this list as well but there is a lot there and all of it is from Target (see the two links, they are to the same products) so it’s easy to shop online or at the store. This year has been tough on everyone and I’ve been feeling guilty when people ask me what they should get Laine for Christmas or her birthday this year so I made this list, where there are no toys that are over $30. Hopefully it answers some questions or gives some ideas. Of course you can feel free to shop off list too. I’d never want to dictate something like this, I’m just trying to help out.
Erik on the other hand is a completely different issue. Don’t ask me about him because I have no clue. None. I may be asking you for ideas.
Today I made up a list for Laine’s Christmas and Birthday gift that Erik and I would love to see her have. Most all of the gifts are specifically wanted. Like the bowling pins. Laine’ throws things so often, usually at Mommy’s head that I would like to give her something to throw with purpose and we can work on her accuracy in the process. The vacuum would be nice to teach her that it’s nothing to be afraid of and that the she can do it to while I vacuum the living room. Some of course look like something that she’d enjoy and I never want her to lack joy. Erik and I will be shopping off of this list as well but there is a lot there and all of it is from Target (see the two links, they are to the same products) so it’s easy to shop online or at the store. This year has been tough on everyone and I’ve been feeling guilty when people ask me what they should get Laine for Christmas or her birthday this year so I made this list, where there are no toys that are over $30. Hopefully it answers some questions or gives some ideas. Of course you can feel free to shop off list too. I’d never want to dictate something like this, I’m just trying to help out.
Erik on the other hand is a completely different issue. Don’t ask me about him because I have no clue. None. I may be asking you for ideas.
Wednesday, November 3
List
While I was sick last month I had to make Erik a list for how to care for Laine and the house. He totally didn't follow that list, like, not even a little bit but that’s okay. He does his own thing. Except for when he’d say, “Hey babe, how come all my socks are dirty?” I’d say, “Well, sugar dumpling, because you didn’t do #14.” Then I’d pass out again. Okay no not really. My list back then was very short and very limited to what I could make myself care about enough to remind him to do and it wasn’t much. Anyway, over the last month I’ve adjusted that list and added things and now it’s a play by play for my daily routine.
I like having a list, if you know me you know that. I like the feeling of marking things off a list. Done! You’re done, I’m not doing you again today! There is a feeling of victory in crossing a word off a list. I know why serial killers keep lists of their victims. It’s the same way I am about laundry and dishes. I will annihilate them and then cross them off my list. Ah aha!!
I like having a list, if you know me you know that. I like the feeling of marking things off a list. Done! You’re done, I’m not doing you again today! There is a feeling of victory in crossing a word off a list. I know why serial killers keep lists of their victims. It’s the same way I am about laundry and dishes. I will annihilate them and then cross them off my list. Ah aha!!Last night Erik came home a little early and caught me around number 11 which is Laine’s bath time, so he took care of it for me, as well as 11a-c, 12a-c and 13a. I got 13b. He found me marking things off and asked what I was doing , I told him it was my list, and I’m crossing things off. He looked at me and then the list and gave me a look that I can only describe as “whaaaa!?” I think he was a little jealous. My list is so much better than his list.
Wednesday, January 27
10 Things
So I got tagged today by my sister to list out ten things that make me happy. I've already made a list of 100 things but to narrow it down to just ten may be harder.
1.) My dad and mom’s love.
He is a hard man. He is quiet and he is generous. He listens well to her when she speaks and he really hears her. He has plans that include her; he speaks often of her accomplishments with as much pride as a heart can hold. He kisses her then pops her butt with a dishrag. He lets her pin him down in the grass until his face turns red, he spoils her, he takes care of her, he loves her.
And she is beautiful. She is kind and she is giving. She can see his moods like it's a flashing neon sign telling her where to walk softly. She can find that itch in the center of his back, she knows how he likes his coffee, and she can whisper in his ear and make him blush. She delights in him, she loves him.
I have a great love now with my husband. If I were to write a book about our love it would be a best seller for sure, but if I were to write a book about my mom and dad’s love, if there were even words worthy enough to give life to that love it would be considered the greatest love story ever told.
2.) My husband.
I know there are people who tell you that their child is a gift; that they are blessed to have their little angel and that no one will ever understand how thankful they are for their babies or how precious that little life is to them, but I could say that yes I do understand. My children are a light in my life. They are what a true gift is. I don’t deserve to have good kids. I don’t deserve to have healthy kids. I don’t deserve perfect, smart, beautiful kids, but that’s what I have. I have a boy that through him I got a second boy. These boys are marvelous. They are breathtakingly wonderful little boys, with blue eyes that never quit shining. They are full of light and warmth and Christmas and cupcakes and cartoons on a Sunday morning, they radiate happiness and pure joy. They are what a gift from God looks like. In the flesh a perfect gift.
And my daughter. My cherub, my pink dirt dauber, my funny little clown. She is what has made my heart whole. She has replaced what I felt for so long was lost with laughter and cheeks. She has taken my life and flipped it upside down and back again and is rearranging my priorities so that I am now a grown woman. I have learned through her things I never though I was capable of doing really aren’t that hard. She talks to angels and I see blessings pour out of her onto me every day.
4.) My person.
She and I are Thelma and Louise, we are Meredith and Christina. I’m the Butch to her Sundance. She’s the only one who knows me. Darkly. Really knows me. She’s my person. She’s on my side. If I were to kill someone she’d be the one I’d call to drag it across the living room floor. She’s my other half. She knows my mind and the way it works better than anyone, even Erik. She can read me, she knows what I need to hear and isn’t afraid to tell me even when she’s knows it’s not what I want to hear. My person is my best friend; she’s my confidant and my partner in crime. I love her and I’d rather not waste my time on anyone else. She’s the only friend I need.
5.) My home
My home was an anniversary gift to me from my husband. It has a room in it where my husband unpacked every book and trinket and arranged it in a beautiful display. To some it might look like random stacks of books on the floor but I know better. There is a room that has drawings in crayon on the walls that was put together with hands spilling love from their fingers. There is a room where magic happens and babies are made. There is a room where my daughter plays. There is a room where my husband works; there is a room where I make my family's meals. I keep my home. I keep it clean and I keep it warm, I keep it free of bugs and full of light. I love my home, I love that my husband calls it home, I love that my family makes it a home.
6.) A spastic dancing moment to Eye of the Tiger.
1.) My dad and mom’s love.
He is a hard man. He is quiet and he is generous. He listens well to her when she speaks and he really hears her. He has plans that include her; he speaks often of her accomplishments with as much pride as a heart can hold. He kisses her then pops her butt with a dishrag. He lets her pin him down in the grass until his face turns red, he spoils her, he takes care of her, he loves her.And she is beautiful. She is kind and she is giving. She can see his moods like it's a flashing neon sign telling her where to walk softly. She can find that itch in the center of his back, she knows how he likes his coffee, and she can whisper in his ear and make him blush. She delights in him, she loves him.
I have a great love now with my husband. If I were to write a book about our love it would be a best seller for sure, but if I were to write a book about my mom and dad’s love, if there were even words worthy enough to give life to that love it would be considered the greatest love story ever told.
2.) My husband.
He’s a man I’ve written about a couple of times on this blog, and if you’ve kept up with me you’d know the struggles I’ve been going through not having him around. I have found it easy to stick to my diet plan since I don’t have much of an appetite since I don’t have a dinner partner, I am more diligent with working out and keeping my house clean because I don’t want to sit still and see that he isn’t there. I’ve been able to see Laine’s expressions change with new things that she learns by being more attentive to her and trying to help her not miss daddy so much.
I miss my husband being home. I hurt in my heart that he isn’t by my side when I go to bed at night. I want to cry over the fact that he is missing so much of Laine's first year, he’s missing her learn new things, he’s missing hearing her say dada when she sees his shirt on the ironing board. He’s missing so much that I can’t stand it.
But when he comes home, and the whole house is filled with his voice and his laughter seems to just float through the hallways and it mixes with Laine’s squealing, that is the sound of heaven. When his shoulder is there to be my pillow at night it brings the most wonderful dreams with it. And when he is there to kiss my neck while I’m making his dinner, I swear, sometimes, it’s a wonder my knees don’t melt.
3.) My son.5 and my daughter.
I miss my husband being home. I hurt in my heart that he isn’t by my side when I go to bed at night. I want to cry over the fact that he is missing so much of Laine's first year, he’s missing her learn new things, he’s missing hearing her say dada when she sees his shirt on the ironing board. He’s missing so much that I can’t stand it.
But when he comes home, and the whole house is filled with his voice and his laughter seems to just float through the hallways and it mixes with Laine’s squealing, that is the sound of heaven. When his shoulder is there to be my pillow at night it brings the most wonderful dreams with it. And when he is there to kiss my neck while I’m making his dinner, I swear, sometimes, it’s a wonder my knees don’t melt.
3.) My son.5 and my daughter.
I know there are people who tell you that their child is a gift; that they are blessed to have their little angel and that no one will ever understand how thankful they are for their babies or how precious that little life is to them, but I could say that yes I do understand. My children are a light in my life. They are what a true gift is. I don’t deserve to have good kids. I don’t deserve to have healthy kids. I don’t deserve perfect, smart, beautiful kids, but that’s what I have. I have a boy that through him I got a second boy. These boys are marvelous. They are breathtakingly wonderful little boys, with blue eyes that never quit shining. They are full of light and warmth and Christmas and cupcakes and cartoons on a Sunday morning, they radiate happiness and pure joy. They are what a gift from God looks like. In the flesh a perfect gift.And my daughter. My cherub, my pink dirt dauber, my funny little clown. She is what has made my heart whole. She has replaced what I felt for so long was lost with laughter and cheeks. She has taken my life and flipped it upside down and back again and is rearranging my priorities so that I am now a grown woman. I have learned through her things I never though I was capable of doing really aren’t that hard. She talks to angels and I see blessings pour out of her onto me every day.
4.) My person.
She and I are Thelma and Louise, we are Meredith and Christina. I’m the Butch to her Sundance. She’s the only one who knows me. Darkly. Really knows me. She’s my person. She’s on my side. If I were to kill someone she’d be the one I’d call to drag it across the living room floor. She’s my other half. She knows my mind and the way it works better than anyone, even Erik. She can read me, she knows what I need to hear and isn’t afraid to tell me even when she’s knows it’s not what I want to hear. My person is my best friend; she’s my confidant and my partner in crime. I love her and I’d rather not waste my time on anyone else. She’s the only friend I need.5.) My home
My home was an anniversary gift to me from my husband. It has a room in it where my husband unpacked every book and trinket and arranged it in a beautiful display. To some it might look like random stacks of books on the floor but I know better. There is a room that has drawings in crayon on the walls that was put together with hands spilling love from their fingers. There is a room where magic happens and babies are made. There is a room where my daughter plays. There is a room where my husband works; there is a room where I make my family's meals. I keep my home. I keep it clean and I keep it warm, I keep it free of bugs and full of light. I love my home, I love that my husband calls it home, I love that my family makes it a home.6.) A spastic dancing moment to Eye of the Tiger.
Sorry no photo here, I'm usually too busy to bust a flash while I'm busting a move.
There are simple things in life that make me happy. A great song with an excellent beat that calls for you to dance and a little girl with large eyes begging you to spastically gyrate around the furniture narrowly missing alphabet blocks and stacking rings to swoop down and spin her around in time with the beat. And when that song is over, you fall down and roll around on the floor with her as you try to catch your breath. I dare anyone to do just that and not come away from that moment with a top ten memory of all time.
7.) Laine's morning eyes
There are simple things in life that make me happy. A great song with an excellent beat that calls for you to dance and a little girl with large eyes begging you to spastically gyrate around the furniture narrowly missing alphabet blocks and stacking rings to swoop down and spin her around in time with the beat. And when that song is over, you fall down and roll around on the floor with her as you try to catch your breath. I dare anyone to do just that and not come away from that moment with a top ten memory of all time.
7.) Laine's morning eyes
8.) Coffee
I know it’s kind of weak compared to the other stuff, but I really do love coffee and it really does make me happy. A great steaming cup of coffee with a little raspberry flavor will force the corners of my mouth up, I can’t help it. Great coffee makes me smile.
9.) Working up a sweat.
I love feeling like I’ve accomplished something. When I work out I want to sweat, when I run I want to be out of breath when I do lunges I want my knees to tremble. I like the fact that my body will say “thank you, I needed that.”
10.) Sitting passenger
I love sitting in the passenger seat and just watching the world go by, the longer the drive the better. I love sitting in the middle of the food court in the mall and watching people. Sometimes it makes me happy to make fun of them; sometimes it makes me happy to imagine what their lives are like. I love watching. I love being taken places. Put the two together, I love sitting passenger.
I know it’s kind of weak compared to the other stuff, but I really do love coffee and it really does make me happy. A great steaming cup of coffee with a little raspberry flavor will force the corners of my mouth up, I can’t help it. Great coffee makes me smile.
9.) Working up a sweat.
I love feeling like I’ve accomplished something. When I work out I want to sweat, when I run I want to be out of breath when I do lunges I want my knees to tremble. I like the fact that my body will say “thank you, I needed that.”
10.) Sitting passenger
I love sitting in the passenger seat and just watching the world go by, the longer the drive the better. I love sitting in the middle of the food court in the mall and watching people. Sometimes it makes me happy to make fun of them; sometimes it makes me happy to imagine what their lives are like. I love watching. I love being taken places. Put the two together, I love sitting passenger.