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So I’m trying.  Changed my header, anyway.

Today is a warm windy Kansas spring day that will turn into a ripping storm this evening, so I have to make hay while the sun shines, but here’s what I’m doing instead of blogging.

Closet addition in our bedroom

Garden

New chicks

Soccer

Declutter

Declutter

Declutter

Those last three things aren’t going so well, but we have our reasons.

 

 

 

Meme for a snow day

So, how are you?  Yes, yes.  I know.  I said I would post, I don’t post.  I’m… I… I’ve got nothing.  I should have time.  I should have something to say.  Somehow, the two things don’t seem to converge.

Stop looking at me like that!

Jen tagged me in a meme and since I’m snowed in with no car, I really have no excuse, do I?

Ten Lights.

1) At this time of year, 3pm, when the sun hits fully the rear window of the house and sends light flooding in at the just angle I love best.  It also blinds anyone trying to use the computer, so my kids have to go find something else to do.  Double bonus.

2) Steel cut oat with apples or pears and walnuts or almonds and some cinnamon.   I realize now that the only thing stopping me from becoming this man is a good wax job.

3) When that song you really loves come up on Pandora.  That one that makes you squeal and jump up and down.  Every. Damn. Time.  As it so happens, I like a lot of songs, so I’m a jumping, squealing machine.

4) Playing Futsal again.  I was winded.  I pulled my thigh muscle.  I couldn’t keep up.  I got hit by the ball a lot.  It was awesome.

5) Walking into the house after work and smelling one of your favorite dinners already cooking.  Bonus if there is bread.  It happens almost never.  My spouse does most of the cooking, but he’s almost never home early enough to have dinner ready when I walk in the door.  Yes, I realize I sound like a total arse, but hey, it’s what I like.  (Kevin just made the best Chicken Tikka Masala ever and I think I’d like to smell that every day upon arriving home from work.  With Naan.)

6) When a smell triggers a long hidden memory and the memory floods you with an overwhelming sense of contentment and grateful reminiscing that you have been the recipient of much love, knowing how lucky you are to be able to give that feeling  to others.

7) Fresh sheets on my bed, tight enough to bounce a quarter on, with extra blankets.   This would move to number one if my  husband would ever let me put a down comforter on the bed.  As I am married to a blast furnace, I don’t think this will happen while we share a bed.  Come to that, having a blast furnace to lie down with and wake up to every day.  I love that blast furnace.

8 ) When the house is quiet at night except for the sound of the dishwasher purring and we’re all tucked in together, Kevin and I side by side on the couch, the kids in their nooks,  reading.

9) The seed and chick catalogs that are coming in the mail.  They bring hope and faith that the air will be warm again, the grass green again after our quiet hibernation.  There are prairies and chairs that are waiting for me to sit a spell in the sunshine.

10) Paying the bills.  How can this be a light, you say?  Knowing that there is money to pay them, which is unfortunately more than a lot of people can say right now.  More that WE used to be able to say.  That feeling of being caught up and safe and sound for another month.  Feeling on top of things and floating, not flailing and sinking.

I’m never going to make Photo 365 at this rate… it’s day six and I’ve got nothing. NOTHING! In fact, I don’t think I even made day six!

I have a ready excuse, of course. We spent the evening perusing homes for sale in Bangor, Maine. Not that we are moving to Bangor, Maine. But every so often, we like to pick somewhere that we think we could possibly live and then look at real estate. Did you know that Bangor, Maine is the 2nd safest city in the country for it’s population? Or that it’s library has one of the highest circulation rates in the country? Boo-yah, Bangor!

Tonight’s revelations: I am a sucker for a three season porch. Kevin likes a chef’s kitchen. We both hate pink tile. Some people in Bangor, Maine, well, let’s just say that they need to watch a little less “The Deadliest Catch” and a little more “While You Were Out.”

Also revealed to us – if you want to buy a large, move in ready home that has room for chickens, a three season porch and a chef’s kitchen, you have to have money. And to have money, you have to have fancy jobs. We are pretty unfancy in the job department, so I think the best we’re going to do is a one-season porch and a sous-chef kitchen.

Pink tile is still right out.

Right. On.

A decade

So I meant to write up my remembrances of Sophie’s birth, but that will have to wait.  I want a little more time with it.

I will say that 10 years ago today, Sophia rocketed into our world at 9 pounds, 13 ounces – a serene water baby with old-soul eyes.  she brought with her a knack for giving the best compliments, noticing the smallest things, and saying something unexpected, but just right.  Her Hebrew name means “G-d will increase joy.”  Indeed, little one.

Sophie doesn’t ask for much, but she has been talking a lot about sewing lately and making little hand sewn gifts for people. I thought it might blow her mind a little bit to get a real sewing machine of her own, so everyone chipped in and got her one.

I was right.

The first thing Sophie said is, “Well, this can really be for the whole family.”

Because of course, that is exactly the kind of thing Sophie would say.

All systems are go

So thankful for the pesto we made and froze this summer.  It’s the secret ingredient in our spaghetti sauce all winter.

 

Tonight we  make ready, for my youngest child will turn double-digits tomorrow.  Ten.  I don’t know how my baby is ten years old, but she’s mighty ready.

Clothes are picked out.  Snacks made (by her) for her class tomorrow.  Hair freshly washed and combed.  Earrings chosen.  Shoes pointed toward the door.

I don’t know who is more excited for her to open her gift tomorrow, me or her!  I hope we can both sleep!

 

 

 

Sneakers

So Kevin thought he would “help me out” with the photos and thought this one, of me being the last person in bed, would be helpful.  Oh ho.  Not really, since I’m always the last person in bed.  That’s hardly news.

But this?  This is news!  Guess where I went today?

209 days until the WIN for KC Triathlon!

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