A new post. Can you believe it? Why? I have no idea. I guess I'm procrastinating. Dishes to clean, lunches to pack, sleep to be had. Isn't that what blogging is all about anyway? Avoiding what I really should be doing...or even what I'd really like to be doing. How 'bout something productive? I could read, I could file my mountainous "2 be filed" pile. Anything at all. I could be doing anything I want (well, almost anything) right now, and this is what I'm doing. Okay, I've accepted it. Done.
So, this is the year of Renewal. It's September. Just celebrated Ethan's 8th birthday. School has started - 3rd and 4th grade. Life is good. Really. Good. Not great though...always room for improvement.
So what have I renewed this year? Hmmm.... I can't think of anything just yet, but hey, the year's not over. Still 3 whole months to go! What do I want to renew? Maybe it wasn't supposed to be the year of Renewal. Maybe I misunderstood. Maybe it was the new of...I don't know. I can't think of anything that rhymes with renewal. I think I'm tired. That's it for this post. Don't worry, I might say something interesting eventually. Maybe next year...
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Monday, December 22, 2008
Renewal
Thank you Eric for reminding me that I have a blog! Okay, so now I realize that I haven't added a post in...an entire year. Apparently, this blogging thing is not for me. Now that Brad started his own blog (and it's quite good I might add) perhaps I should just let him be the representative blogger for our family.
Technology...seriously! I'm on the computer ALL DAY for work. Then I'm on the computer at home checking my personal email, doing random google searches, looking up recipes, checking the weather, comparing/shopping online. And then there's Facebook. Now I'm busy catching up on the lives of people I knew 20 years ago and didn't stay in touch with. DIDN'T stay in touch with. But, apparently now it's important that I do that. So, add that all up - work, email, google, facebook...and then throw in keeping up with a BLOG. Impossible I say. Not gonna do it.
Yet, here I am. A year later. Adding another post.
In case anyone is interested, I decided a couple weeks ago that 2009 is going to be "The year of RENEWAL." Sounds good, doesn't it?! I can't wait! Fortunately I don't have to...2009 will be here in exactly 10 days.
Technology...seriously! I'm on the computer ALL DAY for work. Then I'm on the computer at home checking my personal email, doing random google searches, looking up recipes, checking the weather, comparing/shopping online. And then there's Facebook. Now I'm busy catching up on the lives of people I knew 20 years ago and didn't stay in touch with. DIDN'T stay in touch with. But, apparently now it's important that I do that. So, add that all up - work, email, google, facebook...and then throw in keeping up with a BLOG. Impossible I say. Not gonna do it.
Yet, here I am. A year later. Adding another post.
In case anyone is interested, I decided a couple weeks ago that 2009 is going to be "The year of RENEWAL." Sounds good, doesn't it?! I can't wait! Fortunately I don't have to...2009 will be here in exactly 10 days.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
New post for a New Year!
Okay, so I am a little overdue with keeping in touch. Thanksgiving...great. Christmas...great. New Year's Eve...great. That pretty much sums it up I guess. Alright, I'll elaborate just a little. So, I decided that I am going to give a theme to each new year of my life. This is a long-standing tradition of mine that started...last year. 2007 was "The Year of Good Financial Decisions." It started off with a bang, but kind of fizzled out by the end of February. There's always next year, right? Which brings me to this year's theme...2008 is going to be "The Year of Living With Intention" or "The Year of Living Intentionally." The fact that I can't decide how to word my theme, perfectly illustrates my need for living with intention or intentionally or well, you get it. I don't like to make decisions. I like people to tell me what to do and then I just do it. When it comes to making decisions, I usually wait just long enough for one of my potential options to fall through for one reason or another (missed the deadline, sold out, ran out of time, money, energy, etc.) and then voila! Only one choice left! NO DECISION! It's brilliant in a way. On the other hand after having the last couple decades pretty much fall into my lap out of complete rebellion from decisiveness, I am ready for a change. I like to think of it as a mini-early-mid-life crisis. I am looking around and thinking, how did I end up here? Who's life am I really living anyway? I admit it sounds a little bleak. I actually enjoy my life. I have very few regrets and I know of at least 2, or maybe 3, fantastic choices I have made to get me where I am today. But other than that, it feels like a giant cosmic accident. But NO LONGER! Yesterday officially began "The Year of Living with Intention." See, there, I decided. One decision down...about a million or so more to go. Check in with me next month and I'll let you know how it's going...
Friday, November 2, 2007
Okay, so it's been awhile...
Fall is here!!! This is my favorite season. I turned 32, celebrated 8 years of marriage to the greatest man on the planet, went on a scrapbooking weekend retreat with some girlfriends at a lodge in the mountains of Virginia, and got to put out my fall decorations! It doesn't get much better than that. Here is a photo of my little halloween ninjas...
We had a little potluck with some friends and family before we set out trick-or-treating. Noah and Ethan led the way with the trail of toddlers following close behind. We have more candy than I know what to do with! Our Friday night movie night candy drawer will remain fully stocked for some time (as long as I can keep Brad out of there!) :)
Our construction is done (almost). Brad is finishing up the work on the outside...grading the yard, burying drain tiles, and general hard labor! The boys are enjoying their new rooms, but everymorning I find them snuggled together in one of their beds playing gameboys or reading. How cute is that?!
We are gearing up for our Thanksgiving extravanganza!!! Nine very different family households will be represented here on Thanksgiving day. I'm sure if nothing else, it will be a day to remember!
We had a little potluck with some friends and family before we set out trick-or-treating. Noah and Ethan led the way with the trail of toddlers following close behind. We have more candy than I know what to do with! Our Friday night movie night candy drawer will remain fully stocked for some time (as long as I can keep Brad out of there!) :)
Our construction is done (almost). Brad is finishing up the work on the outside...grading the yard, burying drain tiles, and general hard labor! The boys are enjoying their new rooms, but everymorning I find them snuggled together in one of their beds playing gameboys or reading. How cute is that?!
We are gearing up for our Thanksgiving extravanganza!!! Nine very different family households will be represented here on Thanksgiving day. I'm sure if nothing else, it will be a day to remember!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
Ethan had a great 6th birthday. Thanks to all you GOOD relatives out there that actually remember to send cards and gifts. Man, I really feel like a loser now! I even thought I was going to do better this year. Well, there's always next year.
Ethan insisted on having a Spongebob birthday. He watched a marathon of Spongebob episodes while my mom was babysitting them one day. That's all it took. Some gas jokes and underwear references and he was hooked. I think the show's really dumb, personally. Brad can't stand it. It did make for great party decorations and games though. Underwater theme...so easy to work with!
The funniest thing was that I was feeling lazy and tried to convince Ethan to let me shell out wads of money to have his birthday somewhere else...ANYWHERE ELSE...other than our house that is currently 6 months into an addition remodel. I suggested the movie theater, bowling alley, a bbq race car restaurant with a big game room, Chick-Fil-A, McDonald's...no. He begged me for a low-budget, home-spun, backyard birthday reminiscent of the only birthday parties we knew existed in the 70's/80's. Why? Because he wanted me to plan some games. GAMES! I had to invent games to go along with our Spongebob backyard birthday. There was no getting around it, I was actually going to have to work at this party.
And how could I say no...it was his birthday afterall. It's suppossed to be the one day a year I let him get at least some of what he wants. The one day all year I have to be the nice mommy he dreams he was born with.
So, I caved. I baked the cake. I planned the games. I blew up balloons until my jaw ached. I also convinced Ethan to branch out this year and invite all 10 boys in his class so he could get to know them. He resisted and I made him do it anyway. A few showed up and a few old friends too. And it really was fun. And he loved it. Except for a brief struggle during the waterballoon bubble toss, he will have great memories of his 6th birthday party. And just in case he has NO memories of all that I did for him that day, I will carefully be documenting it in his scrapbook...
Ethan insisted on having a Spongebob birthday. He watched a marathon of Spongebob episodes while my mom was babysitting them one day. That's all it took. Some gas jokes and underwear references and he was hooked. I think the show's really dumb, personally. Brad can't stand it. It did make for great party decorations and games though. Underwater theme...so easy to work with!
The funniest thing was that I was feeling lazy and tried to convince Ethan to let me shell out wads of money to have his birthday somewhere else...ANYWHERE ELSE...other than our house that is currently 6 months into an addition remodel. I suggested the movie theater, bowling alley, a bbq race car restaurant with a big game room, Chick-Fil-A, McDonald's...no. He begged me for a low-budget, home-spun, backyard birthday reminiscent of the only birthday parties we knew existed in the 70's/80's. Why? Because he wanted me to plan some games. GAMES! I had to invent games to go along with our Spongebob backyard birthday. There was no getting around it, I was actually going to have to work at this party.
And how could I say no...it was his birthday afterall. It's suppossed to be the one day a year I let him get at least some of what he wants. The one day all year I have to be the nice mommy he dreams he was born with.
So, I caved. I baked the cake. I planned the games. I blew up balloons until my jaw ached. I also convinced Ethan to branch out this year and invite all 10 boys in his class so he could get to know them. He resisted and I made him do it anyway. A few showed up and a few old friends too. And it really was fun. And he loved it. Except for a brief struggle during the waterballoon bubble toss, he will have great memories of his 6th birthday party. And just in case he has NO memories of all that I did for him that day, I will carefully be documenting it in his scrapbook...
Friday, August 31, 2007
Pets...
We told the boys yesterday that we (meaning I) will be bringing our newer dog Lucy back to the Humane Society next week. We got her in February as a companion for our dog Tex. Well, although she is a lover and a great dog, she is not the dog for us! She is really needy and won't let anyone give Tex or the cat, Penguin, ANY attention. If one of us even starts to talk to Tex, she runs over and starts biting at his ankles (do dogs actually have ankles?) and his head. She's also bitten at Ethan's face a couple times, and although he was probably being too rough with her and somewhat deserved it, that still won't fly with me. She's also really active (read: hyper) and desperately needs to go for long walks everyday to get some of that pent-up energy out. Unfortunately, we don't walk our dogs on any regular basis. I'm lucky to remember to "walk" our kids! She will be a great dog for a couple with no kids, no other pets, and that likes to take her for daily walks.
That's two dogs now we've had to test-drive and return (remember our brief stint with Charlie the severely UN-housebroken cutie?). I always feel like such a tyrant bringing home new pets only to send them away once everyone is attached to them. Fortunately this time (I keep telling myself) no one seems to be really attached to Lucy and mostly seems to be annoyed by her. Except of course, Brad, who loves all of God's great creatures and still dreams of owning a kennel full of crazy, wooly, barking maddness. Yesterday he even suggested getting a sweet, little PIT-BULL pup. He was only HALF joking. He has a great heart.
Unlike me. I will probably be taking Lucy back next Tuesday while the kids are at school. I'm preparing myself now for the sideways glances from the animal lovers standing in line to rescue that new, unwanted pet while I arrive to add to the list of available adoptees. I'll probably cry on the way home and then move on. I did reassure the kids that we would never return THEM, unless of course they start biting or peeing on our bed...
That's two dogs now we've had to test-drive and return (remember our brief stint with Charlie the severely UN-housebroken cutie?). I always feel like such a tyrant bringing home new pets only to send them away once everyone is attached to them. Fortunately this time (I keep telling myself) no one seems to be really attached to Lucy and mostly seems to be annoyed by her. Except of course, Brad, who loves all of God's great creatures and still dreams of owning a kennel full of crazy, wooly, barking maddness. Yesterday he even suggested getting a sweet, little PIT-BULL pup. He was only HALF joking. He has a great heart.
Unlike me. I will probably be taking Lucy back next Tuesday while the kids are at school. I'm preparing myself now for the sideways glances from the animal lovers standing in line to rescue that new, unwanted pet while I arrive to add to the list of available adoptees. I'll probably cry on the way home and then move on. I did reassure the kids that we would never return THEM, unless of course they start biting or peeing on our bed...
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