I write here never.
1. I have no time.
2. I’m fairly certain the interwebs care none about the mundane details of my life.
So I started thinking about what’s in my Google Reader and why I read what’s there.
An Inch of Gray…she’s funny and authentic.
Creating Post It Notes…a food blog. I probably can’t make any of the recipes on there, but a girl can dream. Plus the pictures are lovely.
Cupcake Martini…she’s a very talented card maker. And she’s funny.
finslippy…SO. FUNNY. (I have a thing for funny, it seems.)
From Holland With Love…she’s an Australian living in Holland…she doesn’t post often, but when she does it’s generally nice photos of interesting places. I’m touring Europe vicariously.
I Should Be Folding Laundry…she captures the essences of life in poetic and thoughtful ways. Plus she has her bidness together. I hope to be that with it some day.
Kevin & Amanda’s Recipes…um, food. Hello. And it’s do-able food, which I love. Because while I’m not a gourmet chef, I am also not incompetent in the kitchen.
Kimberly Michelle…she’s super crafty!
Like a Good Mystery Unfolding…I knew her husband in college and I’ve met her a couple of times…I like the way she writes.
Miss K’s Aromaleigh Blog…this is the makeup I use. Gotta find out about the sales!
My 2 Cents…professor-turned-friend, great and often hilarious writing.
Random Esquire…SO. FUNNY.
Searching for Oz…I think if we lived in the same town, we’d hang out. We seem similar, I think.
Secret Agent L…chronicles of random acts of kindness. I’m a fan of those.
Suburban Bliss…again with the funny. And I figure if all these people can survive having kids, I have a fighting chance.
The “I Do” Chronicles…because I’m getting married one of these days.
TiffanyD…tips and tutorials on how to do makeup. Very helpful if you are makeup impaired like me.
Two Wishes…Cutest. Baby. EVER. (I know other people have babies that are also very cute. I know they think their own kids are the cutest ever. And I know that once I have *my* own I’ll think they’re the cutest ever. When they’re not barfing at 3am, that is. But in the meantime, this one gets the prize.)
Young House Love…house fabulousness! Love.
Well. That’s the tour of my Google Reader. And now I need to go practice, which is what I’ve been procrastinating. Hm…that’s a good reason to write…
+I applied today to be a Card Angel. The organization, Chemo Angels, has several ways one can be involved. Chemo Angels send a card and a small gift every week to someone undergoing chemotherapy. Card Angels send a card every week and can send the occasional small gift if they’d like. Senior Angels do the same thing but for senior citizens. There are also people who pledge to pray for others as well as people who make financial commitments. I should find out in a week or so who I’ve been matched up with. Can’t wait!
+When I came home I was greeted by the heavenly aroma of dinner simmering away in the Crock Pot…it involves chicken and bacon and sour cream, so I’m sure it’ll be AWESOME.
+/-It’s Ash Wednesday. I haven’t given anything up for Lent in awhile…I decided to get back on the wagon this year. I had the brilliant idea of giving up abstinence, but my FH (future husband) was not in favor. Well, he is, but not really. So it’s chocolate (like half the planet) and hitting my snooze button. That’s going to be difficult. I love those extra 45 minutes of sleep that I get in 9 minute increments.
-There are still a few things that are up in the air right now. I’m sure that’s how it always is, but when the things are as major as church and part of my job, it’s a little unsettling. I suppose I’ll keep taking things one day at a time…it’ll all shake out eventually.
Monday, although it was a suuuuper long day, turned out to be pretty great. Work went well even though I started my day with three 5th grade classes (I find 5th graders toughest to deal with as a lot of them have that middle school attitude already). I was in a groove with my kids and we had a lot of fun. I ended the day wearing a tiara and a feather boa and goofing around with five year olds. It doesn’t really get much better than that. I had a meeting after work, but even that was fine. And it took up the time between work and the basketball game. No, I do not make a habit of voluntarily attending basketball games of any sort. This wasn’t exactly voluntary. Several weeks ago the mom of one of my students asked if I would coach the girl scout troop on the National Anthem as they were slated to sing at the basketball game. I figured I’d take a few recesses to do it and everyone would be happy. Then I realized that I really needed to be at the game…getting 23 fourth grade girls to do anything in the same direction is kind of like herding cats. They certainly weren’t going to be able to direct themselves. So there I was. And it went really, really well. The girls did a fantastic job singing, the parents loved it, and I scored some parent brownie/general good mojo points.
But that wasn’t the best part of my Monday.
Monday a good friend of mine got divorced. (Wait, that’s not the best part either.) Yes, I realize divorce is a process. I’ve even done it myownself (just once, and that was enough). But Monday her divorce was finalized. She decided she’d go to work in the afternoon (personally I went out for lunch, got a massage, and then went out for dinner, but that’s just me), so I suggested we meet for lunch. So there we were at Panera. On the way over to pick up our food, I noticed a man in a wheelchair trying to get some coffee for himself. Besides not being able to walk, he was also all twisty. So not only was he not able to reach the top of the coffee thinger, he was having a difficult time getting the lid off his coffee cup. I asked if I could help him…he said he just wanted some coffee. So I got his coffee for him, cream (skim milk, actually), and sugar. He was beyond grateful.
And I’m not doing a very good job telling this story. I took two minutes that I wasn’t going to spend doing anything else besides standing around and helped a stranger do something he couldn’t do for himself, but really I was the one who benefited. I was blessed by taking time to help someone else. And I think we’d all be better off if we just took a few seconds to not worry about ourselves so much, not to mention pay attention to other people. God puts people in the right place at the right time. It’s up to us to do the right thing when we realize where we are.
I apparently did it again (and again). I never write. Mostly it’s because I have a lot of other things that need doing. Like watching Boston Legal on DVD while we eat dinner.
My lease is up in June. I don’t know if we’ll be in a position at that point to buy a house or not. A lot of it depends on the employment situation. And while we originally figured we’d either buy a house (or not) at that point, recently we’ve been considering buying a duplex…we’d live in one unit and rent out the other. And eventually we’d buy a bigger place and rent out both units in the duplex. I have a friend who did the very same thing, and she’s glad they did – it’s allowed them to buy the house they wanted, along with some other things. There are hassles, but according to her it’s a great way to go.
So for now we’re researching how all this works and we’ll figure out whether it’s the right thing for us.
I’ve also done a little housecleaning…my bookmarks, not my bathroom (not that that doesn’t need to be done). I had a bunch of crap bookmarked that I just don’t need any more.
Well, I did get an apron (red!), a printer (thanks, mom and dad!) and the ridiculous sock monkey slippers for Christmas, along with a lot of other really neat stuff. Turns out The Man In My Life (who needs a new/shorter blog name) is really good at picking out Christmas gifts. As are his parents.
I think about posting once in awhile, but usually by the time I’m at my computer and have enough time to write something, I have either forgotten about what I was going to say or I have decided it was stupid. Way to go.
I’ve been doing more cooking at home than I used to, and, as it turns out, TMIML (see, that makes him sound temporary, which he most decidedly isn’t) isn’t the wretched cook he thought he was. In fairness, I don’t think he thought he was a bad cook…just that he wasn’t a good one. Well, since he can read and has thumbs, he does just fine. And yesterday I informed him that, because I’d forgotten about my dentist appointment, he was in charge of dinner. Thank goodness we’d planned spaghetti and not, I don’t know, something with 47 ingredients and as many steps.
Three things I’d like for Christmas (besides the completely impossible stuff like world peace and an end to hunger and homelessness):
1. an apron
2. a printer/scanner
3. these ridiculous monkey socks/slipper things I saw at Target