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Friday, November 30, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Funny Thoughts in the Morning
This morning when I washed my face, for some odd reason, I took in a deep breath through my mouth but breathed it out through my nose and when I did I blew the biggest bubble from my nose. I laughed and thought that my grandson would have gotten the biggest kick out of that.
Laughter is the coolest way to start the day. And unlike coffee, no one is arguing about whether it's good for my heart.
Thank you God for laughter.
Laughter is the coolest way to start the day. And unlike coffee, no one is arguing about whether it's good for my heart.
Thank you God for laughter.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Fashion Faux Pas
Today I shopped at my favorite store, Goodwill, on my favorite kind of day: 30% Customer Appreciation Day. I'm like a 50% plus 30% off! I spent a total of $12. Wahoo!
I got four tops and one pair of pants. The pants are a really pretty avacodo green color and they're Dress Barn brand. Great find in my book! One of the tops was miss-sized and I made the mistake of not trying it on, so it will be a re-donate. One is a t-shirt, which is cute but too long so I may have a friend hem it. One of the tops is deep purple and in a peasant style--love it! And the last top is wonderful--to me. It goes with the green pants, but I may not pair the two since it's over-sized and more casual. It's a faux suede. It's a paisley pattern with turquoise and cream accents. My daughter's first comments to me when she dropped Asher off were: "Mom, what are you wearing? Don't you know it's not the 70's?"
Sigh. I'm fashionally challenged. Some days I can follow Stacy and Clinton's fashion rules (TLC's What Not to Wear gurus). But other days all I care about is comfort. That's what I L.O.V.E about this shirt: it is cuddle up comfortable. No pinch. No pull. No riding up. Just plain comfort.
Now perhaps, my fashion rebellion has something to do with reaching the speed limit in my age this week. No, not 70! 55. Maybe it's because I can still remember the 70's and I happened to like some of the styles--okay, not the hip huggers or super mini-skirts...but the flow and comfort appealed then and definitely appeal now!
It may be a faux pas to the daughter, but it's fun and comfort for me. And that wins hands down. I'll try and follow the rules better tomorrow...maybe.
I got four tops and one pair of pants. The pants are a really pretty avacodo green color and they're Dress Barn brand. Great find in my book! One of the tops was miss-sized and I made the mistake of not trying it on, so it will be a re-donate. One is a t-shirt, which is cute but too long so I may have a friend hem it. One of the tops is deep purple and in a peasant style--love it! And the last top is wonderful--to me. It goes with the green pants, but I may not pair the two since it's over-sized and more casual. It's a faux suede. It's a paisley pattern with turquoise and cream accents. My daughter's first comments to me when she dropped Asher off were: "Mom, what are you wearing? Don't you know it's not the 70's?"
Sigh. I'm fashionally challenged. Some days I can follow Stacy and Clinton's fashion rules (TLC's What Not to Wear gurus). But other days all I care about is comfort. That's what I L.O.V.E about this shirt: it is cuddle up comfortable. No pinch. No pull. No riding up. Just plain comfort.
Now perhaps, my fashion rebellion has something to do with reaching the speed limit in my age this week. No, not 70! 55. Maybe it's because I can still remember the 70's and I happened to like some of the styles--okay, not the hip huggers or super mini-skirts...but the flow and comfort appealed then and definitely appeal now!
It may be a faux pas to the daughter, but it's fun and comfort for me. And that wins hands down. I'll try and follow the rules better tomorrow...maybe.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Little Boy Sick
The red-headed wonder child, 6yr old grandson, spends the night at our house on Friday nights. Last night was Friday. He was here.
Yesterday was the first day of his very first Spring Break. He and Mommy slept in until almost 11:00. They thought that was cool. I saw it as the makings of one of my nightmares. I was tired and ready for bed somewhere around 9:30. I'm old remember. Asher, the well-rested, red-headed wonder child was still going strong at 11:00. (Insert weary sigh)
Our little man is not so good at sleeping alone, so he usually picks whether he's going to sleep with Mema or Pepa. I won that lottery last night. But we didn't sleep much. The stuffy-nosed, well-rested, red-headed wonder child couldn't breathe, or find any comfortable position and he needed water four times.
Somewhere around 4AM I awoke and felt I was "sleeping" next to an easy-bake oven. I padded off to the bathroom at the far end of the house (since the close one is just a spare and not in complete working condition) to get the thermometer so that I could determine what temperature the oven was set at. It was a toasty, and yes, rather miserable-feeling 100.4 (and my experience is that home thermometers are always a tad lower than the high power super-effecient doctor office ones, so his temp was probably a wee bit higher). I tried to get him to take some children's pain medicine. By the time I don't have to deal with children anymore, some genius is going to invent a tasteless and colorless concoction that children will take unawares. I wish I knew how, because I would like to be the person that all mothers rise up and bless.
I must have gotten enough into the miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child because he allowed me to sleep until a couple minutes after eight.
I got up and found the homestead missing one husband. He trotted off early to finish the weekly shopping (he's so good at it and so good to do it). Before he left the house, however, he decided to try and pull out of the garage while the door was still rising. Door is a bit mangled and car has some roof damage. When he told me his retelling was missing what I would have considered the correct amount of contrition. I would (and have, since I did a similar thing) apologized all over myself. Not one word of that or any thing remotely resembling that. We're so different.
While I have been typing the miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child came out to sit with me on the couch to get that last bit of sleepy-time in. I guess that makes him the cuddly-up, afghan-covered, miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child. (And that's enough of that because I've actually gone to using cut and paste.)
I'm going to rustle up some coffee and I may even break down and use the leaded version...I may need some of the go power today.
Yesterday was the first day of his very first Spring Break. He and Mommy slept in until almost 11:00. They thought that was cool. I saw it as the makings of one of my nightmares. I was tired and ready for bed somewhere around 9:30. I'm old remember. Asher, the well-rested, red-headed wonder child was still going strong at 11:00. (Insert weary sigh)
Our little man is not so good at sleeping alone, so he usually picks whether he's going to sleep with Mema or Pepa. I won that lottery last night. But we didn't sleep much. The stuffy-nosed, well-rested, red-headed wonder child couldn't breathe, or find any comfortable position and he needed water four times.
Somewhere around 4AM I awoke and felt I was "sleeping" next to an easy-bake oven. I padded off to the bathroom at the far end of the house (since the close one is just a spare and not in complete working condition) to get the thermometer so that I could determine what temperature the oven was set at. It was a toasty, and yes, rather miserable-feeling 100.4 (and my experience is that home thermometers are always a tad lower than the high power super-effecient doctor office ones, so his temp was probably a wee bit higher). I tried to get him to take some children's pain medicine. By the time I don't have to deal with children anymore, some genius is going to invent a tasteless and colorless concoction that children will take unawares. I wish I knew how, because I would like to be the person that all mothers rise up and bless.
I must have gotten enough into the miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child because he allowed me to sleep until a couple minutes after eight.
I got up and found the homestead missing one husband. He trotted off early to finish the weekly shopping (he's so good at it and so good to do it). Before he left the house, however, he decided to try and pull out of the garage while the door was still rising. Door is a bit mangled and car has some roof damage. When he told me his retelling was missing what I would have considered the correct amount of contrition. I would (and have, since I did a similar thing) apologized all over myself. Not one word of that or any thing remotely resembling that. We're so different.
While I have been typing the miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child came out to sit with me on the couch to get that last bit of sleepy-time in. I guess that makes him the cuddly-up, afghan-covered, miserably-fevered, easy-bake oven, stuffy-nosed, one-time well rested, red-headed wonder child. (And that's enough of that because I've actually gone to using cut and paste.)
I'm going to rustle up some coffee and I may even break down and use the leaded version...I may need some of the go power today.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Retail Therapy
I had to go out this morning and mail a package for Nelson (aka, The Hub-which seems fitting as he is such a central part of my life). He sold a stereo receiver on Craigslist--to a woman in Indiana. And she was willing to pay the shipping. He bought it off CL for $20 and it wasn't what we needed so he sold it for $25 plus shipping. Amazing.
When I was done I decided to spend some of my allowance at Goodwill. I found a couple tops at half price and was quite pleased. Then I drifted aimlessly over to the rack of shorts. I don't wear shorts. My legs are so white that I feel I do the world a service by wearing capris length summer pants. I won't tell you that it also cuts down on the cuts I used to have when attempting to shave my legs. I won't tell you that because it's embarrassing and way too much information. So don't ask.
Anyway... I found myself actually look through the rack of shorts when I came across a pair of longer walking shorts. They were well made, a name brand. I fell instantly in love. I even tried them on. And they fit. The wierd thing is that they are a plaid with very unusual colors. I would never in a million years have put lime green, bright yellow and grayish green (or green gray, I can't tell) together. Never. But I will buy the longish walking shorts in those colors that someone else decided to put together. So I walked out of my retail therapy session having spent $11 and I purchased two tops, my really cool long-shorts, and a half slip. Yeah, the last thing surprised even me, but I have a couple summer dresses and skirts that are a tad bit on the too flimsy side and I will feel more comfortable wearing a slip. Does that make me sound old? I guess that's okay, because I am, kinda sorta.
In just over a week, I will be fifty-five. I wish someone could explain to me how I don't feel as old as that sounds? The fresh crop of grayness in my hair which is framing my face screams it at me, but I'm getting better at considering it as cheap highlights for the moment. Nelson and I went out for dinner the other night at Denny's. A very yummy experience.
I looked through the menu and when I got to the back cover I began to snicker. Nelson looked at me like I was sounding a bit goofey. I just looked up at him and announced that we'll be able to eat out more soon, since I will be able to eat for less. I wonder what other little perks I'll find as learn to age with grace and a slice of panache.
When I was done I decided to spend some of my allowance at Goodwill. I found a couple tops at half price and was quite pleased. Then I drifted aimlessly over to the rack of shorts. I don't wear shorts. My legs are so white that I feel I do the world a service by wearing capris length summer pants. I won't tell you that it also cuts down on the cuts I used to have when attempting to shave my legs. I won't tell you that because it's embarrassing and way too much information. So don't ask.
Anyway... I found myself actually look through the rack of shorts when I came across a pair of longer walking shorts. They were well made, a name brand. I fell instantly in love. I even tried them on. And they fit. The wierd thing is that they are a plaid with very unusual colors. I would never in a million years have put lime green, bright yellow and grayish green (or green gray, I can't tell) together. Never. But I will buy the longish walking shorts in those colors that someone else decided to put together. So I walked out of my retail therapy session having spent $11 and I purchased two tops, my really cool long-shorts, and a half slip. Yeah, the last thing surprised even me, but I have a couple summer dresses and skirts that are a tad bit on the too flimsy side and I will feel more comfortable wearing a slip. Does that make me sound old? I guess that's okay, because I am, kinda sorta.
In just over a week, I will be fifty-five. I wish someone could explain to me how I don't feel as old as that sounds? The fresh crop of grayness in my hair which is framing my face screams it at me, but I'm getting better at considering it as cheap highlights for the moment. Nelson and I went out for dinner the other night at Denny's. A very yummy experience.
I looked through the menu and when I got to the back cover I began to snicker. Nelson looked at me like I was sounding a bit goofey. I just looked up at him and announced that we'll be able to eat out more soon, since I will be able to eat for less. I wonder what other little perks I'll find as learn to age with grace and a slice of panache.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Merrily we roll along...
Really, has it been a month since I've been here? Wow.
I've writing in other places and doing so many other terrible time consuming things that I didn't realize how neglectful I've been.
Many things have been shifting for me. Some good and exciting. Others challenging and emotionally draining.
Sounds a lot like life as most of us live it.
Here's one thing very new...very exciting for me. I applied for a scholarship to the Blue Ridge Mountains Chrisitan Writers Conference--and I got it!!! I was beyond excited. Sure, I still have to come up with the money for room and board and figure out the most economical way to get there, but I'm going! Today I made the registration complete by contacting the facility and reserving a room.
Here's a description of the conference: http://www.brmcwc.com/ If you wander around the site you'll be able to see some of the keynote people and workshop leaders. I'm beyond excited about this, all that I'll be able to learn and all the connections I'll be able to make. Yay!
But it also scares the bajeebees right out of me. This writing thing that I've dreamed about and wanted is going to happen.
I'll keep you updated on how it's going. I'd appreciate your prayers, too. I still have a chunk of change I need to come up with. I'm confident God will provide.
Best to come back to the real world and get some housecleaning done. Balance. It's one of the things I'm working on...More on that later. ")
Sunday, February 26, 2012
An Example: They Grow So Fast
I was sitting at the computer taking my turn at a game of scrabble that I was playing with my sister when Asher came up to sit beside me with some of his way cool "Wild and Weird" cards that Pepa got him. He set the cards aside and focused on my Scrabble game. Since both his mommy and I play it, he has familiarity with the game. He proceeded to look at the letters on my slate: HYPSOA? (?=blank), and he tells me I can make the word happy. Or yoga. I am marveling, because it's one thing to make a word out of the letters you can see, but it takes a different skill to start making them up with a blank. I'm starting the game, and had already considered happy, so I was quite happy to use it. When the next slate of letters popped up, he was quick with a couple of choices--in case I need help. He's growing up so fast! He's so smart.
His mommy had to work very, very late, so when it was time to fall asleep, he climbed into my lap and cuddled until he was off in dreamland. I cherish these moments. I will miss my little cuddle bug. But I am so excited to watch him grow.
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About Me
- daisymarie
- I am 54 years old. I have been married for 32 years to one of the most incredible men on the face of the planet. Our journey hasn't been easy, but it's been rich in love, forgiveness, joy, and adventure. I'm learning daily that God really does have a plan for my life. I want to live into whatever that means...however it unfolds. I'm an ESFP with a healthy dose of ADD...I love to help people see how very incredible they are and how much love God wants to lavish on them!