two, dos, deux…hooray!

Bear was looking over the calendar this month when I heard her exclaim, “Blogiversary?!  Mom, what’s that?”

That, my dear, is the two year mark for Riddle from the Middle.  And yes, it’s definitely calendar worthy.

It’s been a remarkable ride, y’all.  I know I bitch and moan about laundry and all the crazy (Why can’t Gracie eat the cheap pens?!), but even with all the ups and downs I feel more alive than ever.  Answering the call to build RFTM makes my Top Ten Best Life Decisions list.  Here are some of the things I’ve learned during my time with the blog.

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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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10 reads to bring a smile your way

For your reading delight on this Thursday morning:

“A snow day on a Monday is the ultimate parental kick in the crotch.”   ~ Valerie

Snow days tweets by the parents that are all of us.  Huffington Post, 2/9/17.

“Dear Ms. Johnson, 

This law firm represents Ore Sebastian Johnson, your miner – correction, minor – son.  You are hereby directed to cease and desist all defamation of Mr. Johnson’s character and reputation on social media.  Mr. Johnson has cause to believe you have been spreading false and exaggerated rumors about him to family members, friendly women from the Trader Joe’s checkout line, and high school classmates who are now nothing more than schadenfreude units of measurement.”

Baby Cease and Desist Letter – Sass and Balderdash

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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.


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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.”

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.”

Share Your World: 2/27/17

Ever ran out of gas in your vehicle?

No.  I’m ridiculously afraid of having this happen so I’m sort of a spazz about filling up once it hits a quarter tank.

Which are better: black or green olives?

Black.

If you were a great explorer, what would you explore?

South America.  We haven’t traveled there and I’d love to learn more about its countries and cultures.

Quotes List: at least three of your favorite quotes?

  • “When someone shows you who you are, believe them the first time.” Maya Angelou
  • “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” Nelson Mandela
  • “The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” e.e. cummings

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

I got to get those grays mysteriously erased from my hair…I know I’ll have to learn to live with them eventually, and I’ve had several friends who stopped coloring and love their gray.  It’ll be interesting to see when I make that leap.

The weather is supposed to be beautiful.  I’m looking forward to soaking up some sunshine and a relaxing weekend.


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SoCS – the 5 Ws and a How

Who, what, when, where, why, and how…I remember learning early on that one of the tenets of storytelling is answering these questions.  Not all in a row or anything, but that a strong story will have all facets.

Oddly enough, I never took much to fiction writing (especially strange when you consider how much I enjoy a good novel) so this lesson might seem to be lost on me, but I’ve found it extrapolates to much in life.  If you don’t have most or all of this information then you’re kind of flying blind on your decisions.

And then the kids came along.  Holy cow, these questions took on a whole new level of importance.

You enter a room to find the floor littered with shoes, pillows in disarray, a shredded envelope on the floor, and a glass of old milk on the table.

**  Who needs to come get their shoes?  What was in the mangled envelope?  When did this happen?  Where are the dogs right now?  Why didn’t I hear any of this going down?  How on earth did that glass of milk manage to stay undisturbed among this mess?

A crash comes from the kitchen and you enter to find eggs scattered across the counter, Gracie snarfing what she can off a plate on the floor, two kids screaming at her from the other side of the room, Phoebe hiding under the table, and a can of Pam slowly rolling across the counter.

**  Whose breakfast is being devoured by the dog?  What were the kids thinking, leaving food unattended with Gracie in the house?  When is this freaking dog gonna stop stealing everything?  Where is BrightSide in the mornings, anyway?  Why can’t I pee in peace for one lousy minute without breakfast going to hell?  How am I going to wrestle an 85 pound dog away from those tasty eggs?

We’re having a (much deserved) lazy afternoon – two dogs and one mama napping before diving into the after school schedule – when someone hits the silent alarm.  One dog jerks upright, turning to the door and letting out a bark a half second earlier than her sister.  Phoebe charges around the couch to the door, hair on end, barking like Cujo on a feeding frenzy.  Gracie throws her considerable heft over the back of the couch and slams into the door beside Phoebe, adding her rowdy bark to the noise.

**  Who triggered the primordial instinct in these creatures to attack the door?  What could possibly be worth all this drama?  When will they learn that the occasional truck drives down our street and is not an actual threat to us?  Where will I take this couch to get it repaired when Gracie finally rips through the leather hurtling over it?  Why do they insist on doing this five times a day?  How have they not gone crashing through the window yet?

Interestingly, despite the fact that “how” is one of the things I ponder most, I’ve found it’s often the question I have to let go since it’s the one I’ll never get answered.

  • How did we get that giant black spot on the ceiling?
  • How did I manage to save the toast and bacon but lose the eggs to Gracie?
  • How do folks at the 8:00am basketball game manage to have their hair and makeup done?
  • How am I supposed to dress when it’s 50 something when we wake up, 70 something in the afternoon, and my internal body temperature fluctuates between ice cube and inferno?

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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 “how.”