A mother-daughter afternoon.

I noticed today that I have been complaining that come August…2014…when we return from Radford University after dropping The Wild Boy off for his first semester of his first year of college…I keep complaining that I won’t be “an empty-nester.”

I will share a secret with you. I don’t want to be an empty-nester. Yet. Maybe some day. But I’m not ready.

Even though I still do mounds of laundry. Every day.
Even though I spend hundreds of dollars on food. Each week.
Even though I stumble over Size 13 and 14 and 7.5 shoes and boots. All over the house.
Even though I have to close bedroom doors because my bp rises a few points each time I walk by and catch a glimpse of the mess. And it’s not just the bedrooms at times.

Then there are times like these…

When your daughter informs you that she will never have children because she just learned about Meconium.

When a sketchy looking man with a hoodie and scruffy beard tells you to “get the f(#& out of my way” at Trader Joe’s and your daughter wants you to point him out to her so she can take him down, or at least give him a stern talking to for being so rude to her momma.

When your daughter tells you that there is plenty of room in her bed if Dad’s snoring gets to be too much. *she’s a thrasher from day 1 of birth so I have learned to pass on that offer unless I want a bloody nose and multiple leg bruises*

When you and your daughter laugh so hard and loudly at the Starbucks that people stare at you. And they smile.

When your daughter states, out loud, that she has seriously enjoyed the afternoon spent with you and you tell her that since you could die tomorrow you want her last memories of you to be good ones. And you both start laughing. *See the previous paragraph.*

And this:

Empty-nest? I don’t think so.

Love you guys.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Just a quick good morning and wishing you the happiest of Thanksgiving days.

Our house is quiet and still. For ten minutes more. At 9:00, the troops will be roused and the quiet will be broken with teen and twenty-somethings moaning and groaning and grumbling. And I couldn’t be more happy to hear it in my home.

I finally fell asleep around 6:00 this morning after tossing and turning all night long. It’s my own fault. I wouldn’t turn off the brain. Please know that every single one of you reading this, whether I know you or not, was thoroughly prayed over last night.

This morning, My Man and I did a small part in taking back our community. We refused to hit the Starbucks for our usual morning-off brews and drinks. With all five us home, that was quiet the chunk of change we saved and, hopefully, served as a message to Starbucks that we aren’t happy with them being open on Thanksgiving Day. I also noticed that I am short on half and half and whipping cream. Oh well. We suffer through with milk in our mashed potatoes instead of half and half and will have to ration out the homemade whipped cream. Can you hear the hint of sarcasm in my tone? I feel ridiculous even typing that knowing how over-the-top blessed and fortunate we are. And I am worried about not having enough half and half? I am so very thankful for all that we have; our family, our freedoms, the problem of too much stuff. In 2014 I am going to be looking for ways to bless others as I have been blessed. Won’t you join me?

I totally blame my friend, Fran for this poking in the eye. I also totally thank her.

Love you guys. Happy Thanksgiving!

Lent…A Season of Fasting and Feasting.

Having grown up in the Episcopal Church, Ash Wednesday marked the season of Lent and Lent was Something Important. So important that we had to Give Up Something. Usually chocolate. Which was easy for me because I don’t really need chocolate. But I do like it.

Clearly, I missed the entire point.

Because I don’t do sacrifice well.

At all.

So this year, for the first time I can remember, I decided that Ash Wednesday and Lent really ARE something special and should be treated as such. And I decided to give up something that really would be a sacrifice.

Starbucks Coffee.

That’s right. You read it correctly.

But before you start thinking I’m All That…please note that I only gave up going to Starbucks for coffee (or any other drink/food brewed/made there).

And before you start thinking how really pathetic I am…let me fill you in on my Starbucks AddictionHabit.

I brew Starbucks beans at home in my own coffee pot and/or french press. And then on my way to the office, I would stop and get a cup. A big cup. And complain that they ignored my request to “super size me”.

And sometimes, The Man and I would grab a Starbucks while we were out. You know…every night.

See? S-A-C-R-I-F-I-C-E people.

And I have stuck with it for an entire week! I’ve been in Starbucks once…yesterday…to pick up a pound of beans and have them ground. And of course you know if you are a Starbucks regular that you also get a free tall coffee. Which of course I took. Because I didn’t BUY it. And that is what prompted me to give up Starbucks Coffee for Lent…the cost.

And, of course, the sacrifice.

A bit ago, I checked out (was led there?) Sr. Lynn at the Clyde Monastery. She’s a Siesta from the LPM blog. I wish that she would post every day. I LOVE her posts.

Her most recent post included this:


•Fast from judging others; Feast on Christ living in them.

•Fast from harsh words; Feast on words that build others up.

•Fast from discontent; Feast on gratitude.

•Fast from anger; Feast on patience.

•Fast from pessimism; Feast on optimism.

•Fast from worry; Feast on God’s care.

•Fast from complaining; Feast on appreciation.

•Fast from bitterness; Feast on forgiveness.

•Fast from self-concern; Feast on compassion for others.

•Fast from discouragement; Feast on hope.

•Fast from facts that depress; Feast on facts that uplift.

•Fast from suspicion; Feast on the truth.

•Fast from thoughts that weaken; Feast on promises that inspire.

•Fast from idle gossip; Feast on Silence with a purpose.

I’ve printed it out. And I am going to Fast and Feast according to it. And I think to do so will be my real Sacrifice for Him.

End of a Love Affair

I ended it today. Called it quits. Finissimo. Finished. Done deal. Ain’t happenin’.

Oh, it was steamy, exciting for a time and comfortable. But now, like most love affairs, it has become stale and boring. The excitement is gone. One of us just seemed to not care anymore. One of us just gave up trying and has consistently become down-right-rude. Oh, I know that you aren’t ALL like this. There are some good ones still out there. But, you have ruined me for all of the others. I’ll never be able to love again.

It wasn’t really just one thing. And it wasn’t me. It was you. Your moodiness just became too much. Some days when I would see you, you were loving and welcoming and anxious to please. But more and more frequently, you have become rude and abrupt and today, well…today was the final straw. Standing around waiting for you for 10 minutes and then to have you just IGNORE me and instead reach out and talk to the person behind me. Well, it was just more than I could take. And so, I’m ending it.

My love affair with Starbucks is officially over.

Very first blog…very first post

April 9, 2007

This is so cool! My first blog. My first post. Actually, I’m the first of everyone I know that has a blog. I’m hoping I’ll start a trend. Among my friends. We are (the collective ‘we’ of ‘the girls’) a little behind in the techno department. I’m not sure why. We’re all intelligent, well-read, knowledgeable women. Some of us have even majored in computer stuff. Some of us have majored in life (but we’ll get to that later).

I spent today cleaning out the home office. Of course this means I need to go out and purchase more stuff to help pull it all together. And being slightly ADD, I need a lot of help pulling it all together. I would love to hear your favorite organizing tip.

Back to work…with a strong cup of Komodo Dragon as reinforcement.