Thankfuls – Maiden Voyage

I’d like to do something new around here.  Maybe you’ll like it.  Maybe you’ll think it’s drivel (I’ve been dying to use that word, lately – thank you Sherlock!).

It’s happening either way.

Every Saturday, I’d like to post a list of things I’m thankful for. They will be serious things, totally inane things, and everything in between. Sometimes, there will be pictures.  Or not. I’m borrowing the idea from my sweet friend, Monica, over at Elevate Ideas. She does a weekly “Thanksday” post that always delights me.  And informs me. And, maybe best of all, helps me get to know her better.

I want us to get to know each other better in this space, too.

Don’t you like the sound of that?

I’ll share with you. You share with me.  We’ll learn some things about each other, gain new tips and tricks, pick up great encouragement and ideas, and laugh along the way.

Doesn’t that just sound like So Much Fun?

Alrighty then… let’s get to it.

For the inaugural Thankfuls List, I give you:

1. This picture that Sweetgirl brought home from Kindy-garten last week? It sums her up perfectly. She makes me smile. glitter_garden_missindeedy

2.  Even before this “get healthy” endeavor began, I had this longstanding habit of putting 2 or 3 tablespoons of Hint Water into my plain old water.  It has no artificial anything and no sweetener – just essence.  It comes in all sorts of flavors, but this is my favorite, hands down.  It makes chugalugging the water that much more palatable. True story.

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3.  It feels like the whole “Nespresso” wave is taking the world by storm.  I’m still over here, though, enjoying my Keurig, and loving the mug that a sweet friend gave to me recently. It soothes my still-raw spirit whenever I reach into my cupboard for my old favorite and remember how I recently karate-chopped it to death. Indeed it does.

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4. My sister-in-love, The Italian, turned us all onto this Omega-3 supplement that is DA BOMB, I tell you! We have tried so many and they just taste funky as all get out.  This one? Delish.  Sweetboy literally asks me every morning when he can have it again.  Every. Single. Morning.  And if I was a swearing kind of girl, I’d swear it’s improved my mood and helped even out my sleeping patterns.  But hey, I don’t swear. Much.

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5. And last, but certainly not the least, is the “Frozen” CD.  While Sweetman might tell you he’s going to pull the last remaining 26 strands of hair he has on his head, if he has to hear it one more time, secretly? I think he likes it too.  And there is nothing, nothing, I tell you, like hearing your 5 and 10 year olds belt out songs in unison that make them giggle and smile and sound like a choir of angels. Well, the first 18 times, for sure!

And that’s what I’ve got for you this weekend.

What are you thankful for this week?

Karate Chopping Coffee Cups

I don’t want to brag, but… I can break a finger with one well-placed karate chop to my favorite coffee cup.

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I woke up Monday, the first day back to school for the kids (I feverishly prayed!), and padded downstairs to fire up my IV drip of coffee.  When I opened the cabinet to pull out my favorite coffee mug, it jumped out at me.

Literally.

And, I shouldn’t really brag twice in one post, but… I have super-quick reflexes.

Too quick, in this case.

I threw my hand out to break the fall of the mug. (Have I mentioned that it was my favorite one?)

And I broke my finger instead.

It takes talent, people.

Now, as we’ve covered in my little rash story, I am one in a million. And apparently, this break is so perfectly placed on the top of my finger that there is nothing that can be done for it. It will “heal thyself”.

And they say only Jesus can perform miracles!

My Very Most Favorite Coffee Mug, however, will not share the same fate.  After I iced my finger for a good long while and calmed everyone in the house down, I went to pick up my beloved cup and this is what happened:

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I did try to super glue it. And Gorilla Glue it. And pray over it.

Sadly, it just would not heal thyself.  (Although I left it out overnight just in case Jesus wanted to surprise me with that. I’m always on the lookout for the miraculous!)

Nope.

So, I’ve made a note never to attempt karate chopping coffee cups again.

And, not to overstate the obvious but… I clearly have a very powerful karate chop. Because, I’m pretty sure that when I’ve opened the cabinet each morning this week, the rest of the coffee cups have trembled at the presence of my powerful hand.

Pretty sure.

Weekend Review

Riveting name for a blog post, I know.  Please, try to contain your excitement.

And, if you are still here, Bless Your Heart.

I kicked off the weekend by killing The Largest Fly I have ever had the displeasure of meeting in an area enclosed by walls.  I informed my Facebook friends that I almost felt the need to deliver a eulogy for the dad-gum thing.  I didn’t , of course, because then you’d have bigger concerns than what else I was going to write in my weekend review.  Concerns that centered around thoughts like “Why am I reading this blog again?”.  Followed closely, I can only imagine, by thoughts like “Does her husband realize the extent of The Crazy rattling around in there?”. He does. Oh, how he does.

Anywho…

Things took a decidedly more upbeat turn when Sweetman and I headed out for date night. Finally.

My man and I love Star Trek. Okay, I have to back that train right up.  So, here’s how this really breaks down. Sweetman is a Trekkie.  And my father, Captain Ahab, loved him some Star Trek, too.  I have fond and vivid memories of watching Jim (I really can’t call him James – he’s far too wild for that!) Tiberius Kirk fight for civilizations that knew nothing of the final frontier of space.  I also decided early on that the Tribbles were awfully cute.  But, I digress.

When Sweetman and I were dating, he re-introduced me to the love of all things Star Trek.  I really hope you get where this is going, because I fear I’m going to end up being flagged as one of those wack-a-doodle Star Trek fanatics if I have to continue on with all the ‘splainin.

We went to see the “new” Star Trek movie. And I got to grab that husband of mine’s arm a few times, and practically jump into his lap.  I consider that a WIN for date night, don’t you? Plus, HELLO, popcorn for dinner.  Total. Win.

We also, just so you know how NORMAL we really are, went out for an appetizer and a drink afterwards.  Now, we were pretty deep in the middle of our Discussin’ when the entire restaurant exploded in an uproar of clapping and hootin’ and hollerin’.  It turns out that the Boston Bruins won game four, in the Hockey Playoffs.  We live in the midst of Bruins Country, people. However, we were simply too in love and in the moment to notice the TV screens.

No, no.  Actually, we were deeply in love with the taste of these illegally good “Sirloin Spring Rolls” we were eating.  That’s the way we roll.  I just wanted to keep it real for ya.

Sweetgirl and I rounded out our weekend with something that I unexpectedly enjoyed.

My sweet five-year old was invited to go to a “Fashion Party”. At Claire’s.  In the mall.  On Sunday morning.  For a five-year old.

Y’all.

I’d like to be able to say that I was able to keep up My Indignation until we walked back into the house two hours later.

Alas, I cannot.

Did you know, DID YOU KNOW, that they have leg warmers and shredded foot-less tights and finger-less gloves (way cuter than I remember them from back in the 80’s) there?  And, AND, they had so many different kinds of sunglasses, that at one point, one of the other moms suggested I go ahead and put down my purse and join in the dressing up.  I was this many shades of tempted to do just that.  But, I held my inner Madonna in check and just watched with glee as my daughter tried on about every sparkly necklace that she could get her hands on.  And she picked a mighty fine tutu, purse, and fairy wings to “model”, might I add.

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We returned home with far too many a few hair bows, and an unplanned stuffed animal.

And, just so that we’re all clear, I may not have stepped foot into a Claire’s since 1988, but y’all, I am SO going back.

Oh. Yes. I. Am!

We closed out our riveting weekend by stopping by Starbuck’s drive-thru to get daddy a coffee.  I was trying desperately to text Sweetman to make sure he hadn’t already made his Starbuck’s run.  This is what ensued:

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Happy Monday my sweet friends!

You Know That Moment When?

You finally have approximately 7 minutes to yourself and you’ve got wax on your upper lip and you’re trying to psyche yourself up to rip it off but the doorbell rings and you think “surely, surely someone else in this house will be answering the door” because you certainly can’t without scaring the ba-doodle out of whoever’s actually at the door and/or whoever is answering the door? Only, no one does? Yeah, that.

Or, you finally get the box from Major Online Retailer containing your precious liquid gold coffee pods that you’ve been desperate for and you carry it all the way through the house to the kitchen only to open it up and take the smashed-up box of coffee pods out to find this at the bottom? And now you see that you’ve left a lovely dark TNT-like trail of coffee grounds from the front of the house to the back?

Why is there so little in the box, you ask? That’s because the other 80% of the pods are now strewn throughout the house.

Yeah, that too.

And then, of course, there’s that moment when you ask youngest sweet child if she’s all done going #2 and she says “NOT YET MAMA!” and you think, “Alrighty then, maybe I have 1.4 minutes to jet the folded laundry upstairs so that at least it’s somewhere in the vicinity of the bedrooms instead of on top of the dryer like it has been for the last week day or two.”, but as you are coming back down the stairs, sweet child looks at you expecting a compliment because, “I am ALL DONE wiping, Mama!”, only, she oh-so-clearly isn’t?

Oh yes, indeedy.

 

So, you give up for a quick moment and have a sit-down to check your email and find that the rush-order you placed for things you need for your trip on Thursday morning have been delayed and might be there by… Thursday instead of Wednesday, as planned? Yup.

Monday – 1

Missindeedy – 0

On the bright side, (or, terrifyingly), the day is only half done. So there’s that.

Off in a Cloud of Turtledust

I could also have named this “Scour Your Fangs” or “Sew Buttons on Your Underwear”.  And some other fascinating phrases that The Nana (wife to Captain Ahab for those of you following along) used with us kids growing up.  I use those same phrases now with my own sweet children and the neighborhood kiddos.  It never ceases to amaze me how long it takes for a lot of kids, these days, to catch the irony.  Now, sarcasm? This generation of kidlets have that market cornered.  And it would seem that most of the words that come out of the mouths of the  7-13 year old crowd are made up of sarcastic phrases.

But irony?  It seems to be a lost art. And it bothers me. It might be because sarcasm always sounds like so many knives in my ears when kids use it.  The elementary school teacher in me cringes because we seem to be letting proper use of grammar and English slide more and more toward the crass.  Truthfully, though, it bothers me because I don’t want my Sweetchildren to be considered rude.  That little bit of Southern girl still in me, or maybe that “Manners” gene in me, wants my Sweetchildren to be considered well-mannered.  (Special note to The Nana – it’s shocking to you, I know.  You thought the day would NEVER come when I would truly give a rats toot for manners.  It turns out that the “White Gloves and Party Manners” class, you forced encouraged me to take, wasn’t all for naught.  You’re welcome. And Happy Mother’s Day early…)   One crazy little thing that puts joy in my heart is hearing a child say “No, thank you.”  Or, “Yes, please.”  It goes back to that whole “certainty” thing.  I want to know that there are some things that will hold importance generation to generation.  And with that, I’m off in a cloud of turtledust to instill some more manners into my Sweetchildren. Oh, yes I am.  In my pajamas. With coffee in hand.  Indeed.