Share Your World: 3/27/17

Does your first or middle name have any significance (or were you named after another family member)? 

I was named after women on both sides of my family.

Music or silence while working?

Depends on my mood.  I almost always start with some sort of background noise, but if I have trouble focusing I cut everything off.  The exception is when I’m writing at the lake – I prefer silence there.

If you had a special place for your three most special possessions (not including photos, electronics, people or animals), what would they be?

1)  The quilt my mom made for me before I got married.  It’s sewed from patches of my clothes over the years and hangs on a quilt rack in our bedroom.  2)  My aqua journal.  I’m currently working on a project in longhand, and there’s no other record of it.  3)  My stones – a rose quartz and ones that read “strength,” “serenity,” and “blessings.”

The Never List: What are things you know you never will do?

Climb Mt. Everest, sky diving, become a butcher, give up deodorant, move somewhere without electricity or indoor plumbing, or own a motorcycle.

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

I’m grateful for time with friends and a chance to sing on Sunday.

This week we have a pretty full calendar.  Bear’s got a lot going on at school, something almost every day, culminating in a Saturday schedule that runs from 7:30 in the morning to 9:30 at night.  Hopefully we’ll manage to sneak a dinner break in there.


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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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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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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.

gratitude: little bits o’ joy

In honor of all the things that bring a little bit of joy to my life…

  • full fat creamer in a hot cup of coffee
  • squishy flip flops
  • white fluffy clouds in a true blue sky
  • being able to photograph the kids even when they’re going full speed
  • Tide™ pens ‘cuz, you know, clumsiness
  • yellow daffodils
  • clean water to drink
  • danish. really good danish.
  • yummy smelling body wash
  • soft, smooth, comfy leggings

My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.

gratitude: a little stick now

So I have this friend…

** In a names have been changed to protect the innocent sort of way, we’ll call her Kay for the sake of this post.

Kay has what you might call a bit of (ahem) trouble with needles, if by “trouble” you mean “transforms from a sweet, sassy, competent woman to the Incredible Hulk at the sight of that pointed implement.”  Shifting from reasonable adult to hazy minded fight-or-flight creature in five seconds flat is her specialty.  Kay’s been known to actually warn medical professionals beforehand that she cannot be held responsible for her actions once the needle appears in the room, and woe to those who do not heed the warning.

Now, to be fair, I hear tell Kay’s gotten much better recently when it comes to her needle phobia.  This is a relief because I’ve always harbored a secret fear that some nurse would freak out, tranquilize her, and call the police, and it’s kinda hard to come up with bail money on short notice.

All of this is my round about way of saying I’m (exceedingly) glad I don’t have a thing with needles.  I get a lot of blood work done – have for years now – and that’s a whole lot easier when needles don’t send me into a massive panic.  Some draws are easier than others, but none of them cause me to threaten the lives of sweet little nurses.

Ahem.  Not that I’m saying that’s happened.


My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.