SoCS – m.a.r.c.h.

March…march…march…well, this brings to mind a barrage of thoughts.

  • Why is March always so much colder than I expect it to be?  We have these deceptively warm days, but then when you roll out of bed at 7am it’s around 35 degrees outside.  Brrrrr…
  • I never have been able to watch March of the Penguins.  I feel a bit slacker about this since people are all “it’s such an incredible movie,” but when push comes to shove I just can’t seem to click play.
  • My brother-in-law is super into marching bands.  He took us to a competition in the summer of 2015 which was, for lack of a better description, intense.  I wrote a post called So you don’t think marching bands are bad ass… and clicked publish, which is when I learned bad ass marching band participants have a huge contingent on Twitter.  That post got retweeted more than any other I’ve written.  Crazy, right?
  • I am 110% certain I could never be in a marching band seeing as a) I can’t play any of those instruments, and b) there’s no way my brain would be able to process playing plus choreography like that.
  • “You march straight to your room and think about what you’ve done.”  The one sentence guaranteed to send you to your room where you’ll read or write in your diary or listen to music – pretty much anything except “think about what you’ve done.”
  • Someone who marches must be called a “marcher” but nothing about that word looks right.
  • I thought the women’s march on Washington was pretty freaking awesome.  I know not everyone agrees with me, but still…seeing all those women standing together?  Cool.  And the sister marches around the world?  Even cooler.
  • Charm uses all the same letters as march, but I can’t picture a charming march to save my life.  Something about that word conjures up stiff, wooden movements.
  • March Madness has been a thing in our lives for over two decades now and I still can’t seem to give a crap about it.  Oh, and I couldn’t fill out a bracket to save my life.

Plus I wonder how many sentences I can make from “march.”

  • My Aardvark Rarely Checks Home.
  • Many Avenues Reach Cher’s House.
  • Most Ants Ruin Chocolate Hearts.
  • Much Ado Riles Calm Heroines.
  • Miles Across Rainy Corn Husks.

And if you’re still reading by now, you’ve earned your sainthood points for the day.


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Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate.  Pop over and give her blog a visit.  This week’s prompt is “march.”

gratitude: with a missing button and hole in the hem

There are some things I sigh my way into.  A pair of soft, fleecy sweats…the t-shirt broken in by hundreds of washes…fuzzy socks on a cold, snowy day.  Then there’s that one special blanket I wrap around my shoulders and sink into for a nap.

And I have one of BrightSide’s shirts that always makes me feel like I’m home again.  It’s an old plaid flannel button down, so worn it feels like cotton balls brushing across my cheek, so soft it’s like being wrapped in a warm hug.

At the end of each day I change into my PJs and slide on this shirt, snuggling into it like my favorite pair of slippers.  The comfort of the familiar.  The warmth of a thousand nights spent cuddling with my family on the couch.

It might look like a battered old flannel shirt to some, but it is at once past, present, and future to me.


My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.

Share Your World: 3/21/17

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

Thirty-eight.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

I would walk to the hall closet where we supposedly keep them, open the door, then curse at the lack of umbrellas there.  This would be followed quickly by: “Who was the last one to use an umbrella?  Where did you put it?  No, I don’t care that you think it wasn’t you, where did you put it?  Oh, never mind, we’ll just get wet.”

Do you recharge your energy by going out with friends for a good time or by spending quiet time alone?

I used to think it was the first choice…that a movie, drinks, or dinner with friends was just what the doctor ordered when I needed a boost.  Lately, though, I’ve found that a quiet night in is more my speed when I’m really burned out.

Name three things you and your spouse, partner or best friend have in common.

BrightSide and I both have a healthy (and frequently sarcastic) sense of humor, an appreciation for the necessity of down time, and a belief in the power of family.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Over the weekend we were extraordinarily honored to join my family for my niece’s baptism.  It was exciting to meet my brother’s three-month-old daughter for the first time, and watching T-man and Bear with her was priceless.  I was able to spend time with my father, siblings, and nieces – it was a precious gift indeed.

This week I’ve gained a little extra time, so I’m hoping to spend some of that in a quiet space.  We’re also extraordinarily proud of Bear for being accepted into the elementary National Honor Society and will celebrate at her induction ceremony on Thursday.


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Cee’s Share Your World is a weekly feature – all are welcome to play along.

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gratitude: another southern staple

I know I joke around about living in the south.  They have a strange obsession with Cheerwine here and a bizarre inclination to deep fry anything.  When we go out to eat I have to ask BrightSide to remind me which kind of sweet tea that particular restaurant serves – moderate, hummingbird, or put me into a diabetic coma sweet.  Don’t even get me started on why chicken and waffles are offered together as a breakfast order.

But I’ll tell you something this glorious state introduced me to: the delectable dish that is chicken pie.

I mean, chicken pie in general is delicious, but there’s this place in town called Michelle’s Catering.  Oh, my…Michelle’s chicken pie…

Anthems could be written about the savoriness of this pie.  Its tender chicken, the scrumptious sauce, a flaky and fabulous crust.  I have dreams about this pie.  The mere thought of it makes me salivate just a little.

I just texted my husband begging him to bring home this pie.  Tonight.

Some might say I have a problem, but I figure it’s better than being hooked on deep fried Twinkies.


My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.

Share Your World: 3/13/17

Do you push the elevator button more than once?  Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?

No, though my kids seem to like doing this.  And no, I’m pretty sure the elevator doesn’t care if we push the button once or a hundred times – it moves like it moves.

Do you plan out things usually or do you do them more spontaneous (for example if you are visiting a big city you don’t know?)

We fall in between.  I leave home with a general idea of what I’d like to do, but we don’t usually nail down the details until we’re there.  But once we’ve arrived I’m definitely a planner.

Describe yourself in at least four uplifting words.

Resilient, inspired, funny, and passionate.

If you had a choice which would be your preference: salt water beaches, fresh water lakes, ocean cruise, hot tub, ski resort or desert? 

Fresh water lakes.  I love the ocean – the soothing sound of the waves – but quite frankly the sand is beyond irritating.  Lakes let me spend time by the water without the itchy sand.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Last week I was running wild with my hair on fire.  It was one of those times when every day felt like a race to the finish, which is what made taking time for myself on Friday so awesome.

This week I’m trying to get things back under control in the house (ha!) and am looking forward to seeing my brother’s family.


ShareYourWorld

Cee’s Share Your World is a weekly feature – all are welcome to play along.

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SoCS – did you just call me short stuff?

I never considered myself a short girl.  I’ve always believed I was sort of average at five feet, five (and a half) inches, though BrightSide has taken more than your typical amount of glee in telling me I’m height deprived.

Then again he’s six foot three, which I find freakishly tall, so I guess we’re kind of even.

At any rate, it never occurred to me (not even ONCE) that there might come a day when I’d be the shortest one in our family.

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This photo is from the fall of 2015, when I still had a couple of inches on my kids.  Sure, they were looking pretty grown, but I was decidedly taller than both of them.

These days those little punks are looking me in the eye.  I mean, come on!  One’s not quite eleven and the other turns thirteen this summer – how on earth can they be as tall as me already??

Bear has shot through several inches and is, to T-man’s mortification, as tall as he is.  We keep reassuring him that his growth spurt is coming and in the end he’s going to be taller than all of us, but that doesn’t seem to make him feel better about his baby sister looking him in the eye.

I suspect he’ll feel a lot better when his short mama is looking up at him every day.


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Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate.  Pop over and give her blog a visit.  This week’s prompt is “short.”

gratitude: for the love of paws

Some things are really cool.  Handprints left in fluffy shag carpet.  Grass that looks pokey but feels soft as a blanket.  Couches that look hard but cushion like the fluffiest clouds.

But dog paws?  Those are infinitely cool.

Their pads are scratchy but, when I rub them just the right way, they’re also remarkably soft.  And when everybody’s all relaxed I can feel that really neat webbing between their pads.

Plus there’s something so deeply trusting when a dog lets you hold their paw.  It’s like touching a pure spirit, one capable of more love than her body can hold.

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My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.

SoCS – does anyone know a project fairy?

My brain is bouncing all over the place with this week’s prompt.

Bear has a book fair project due soon.  I walked into her room last week and stopped dead in my tracks – the place looked like a crime scene, just with clothes everywhere instead of blood.  I called her on it (if you can say sputtering “but what…I mean, how…what on earth happened in here?!?” is calling her on it), and as I crossed the room Bear actually had the gall to say, “Well, that’s my book fair project.”

Umm…okay, sweetie pie, this right here might be your project, but All The Rest is just mess.

We’ve passed the absorption point on home projects.  You know how it can rain up to a certain level and the ground happily drinks it up, but then there’s that tipping point when the flooding begins?  Our house is like that right now.  If there were soil we’d have worms swimming to the surface to play with the dogs.

Everywhere I turn there’s a project that needs doing.  Floors need two weeks straight of mopping just to peel off all the dog paw dirt.  Blinds need dusting and closets need cleaning out.  Laundry needs folding (yes, again), the storage room needs organizing, and the kitchen cabinets are a wreck.  I can’t even think about the garage, and cleaning out the office is a “project” like climbing Mount Everest is a “hike.”

It’s gotten to where I turn around four times, realize there’s just too much, and crash with the dogs.  I guess I’m waiting for the Project Fairy to pay us a visit one night.

I’d even be willing to leave her a little something for her trouble…


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Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate.  Pop over and give her blog a visit.  This week’s prompt is “project.”