Archive for February, 2010

Things That (Still) Make Me Happy – Four Years Later

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Today is my fourth bloggerversary. I remember my very first post on that very first blog and the very first friends I made – several who are still with me, much to my amazement (seriously guys, I’m a wack job, why do you stick around?!?). To say that I’ve gone through a lot since those first days is a monumental understatement. I wasn’t happy back then. In fact, I was so miserable that I had to make a list of things that made me happy just as a reminder that happiness did exist. As a gift to myself, I’m reposting that list. It’s a reminder yet again of how far a little happiness can take a girl.

my kids
skittles
cinnamon
black coffee
piano music
long hot showers
attention
a clean house
tulips
sweating on purpose
freshly shaven skin
sunshine on my back
rain on my face
full tank of gas
old friends
the first slice of bread from a new loaf
waking up early (if I’ve slept good)
sleeping late (if I haven’t)
salvation
picnics
swimming pools
the sound of waves (real, not machine created)
sour cream pound cake (Momma’s recipe)
passion
high heel shoes
tan legs
ipod
text messaging
the farm
new friends
respect
double sided tape
dark chocolate
Christmas trees
Fireballs (the candy)

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Sounding Like A Broken Record

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

Obviously I’m stubborn and more than a little thick headed.  I’m eager for God to reveal His great plan for my life because lately, I’m just not getting it.  I’m tired, I’m frustrated, I’m lonely, and I’m growing impatient.  Does He want me to get mad?  Does He want me to get fired up?  What am I supposed to be doing?  What am I missing?  There’s a point out there somewhere that’s just not reaching me.

I feel like I’m just spinning my wheels, moving from one day to the next, not making much of a difference with anything that I’m doing.  On Tuesdays, I do the same thing that I do every single Tuesday.  On Wednesdays, I do the same thing that I do every single Wednesday.  I’m stuck in this loop, halfway afraid I’ll never make it off and halfway afraid of what would happen if I jumped.

Don’t tell me life is what happens while you wait.  I’m tired of that line.  I’m tired of all the same reasons, justifications, and excuses.  I’m tired of everything getting me nowhere.   I’m restless and irritated most of the time.  I feel highly productive yet utterly useless all at once.

There’s gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need a little less hard time
I need a little more bliss
I’m gonna take my chances
Taking a chance I might
Find what I’m looking for
There’s gotta be something more
–Sugarland

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*&$%*# Spammers

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

Comments are off while I play with the spammers.

Not sure what happened other than on Friday evening my email blew up with comment after comment after comment being generated by spammers. It was easier at the time to shut them off and cross my fingers they’ve forgotten about me and moved on to some other poor soul.  We’ll see… -LW

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Top 10 On Tuesday But Really On Thursday

Thursday, February 18th, 2010

Getting To Know You was the Top 10 on Tuesday posted by Candace.  Since I’m pretty much always a day late (or more!) and a dollar short, I’m posting mine today. And no, you can’t have my dollar. I’m short, remember?

  1. What would you call yourself if you could choose your own name? I’m a big fan of regular names with regular spellings, so nothing funky. I’m also a fan of the expected. So dye my hair red and call me Lucy.
  2. What was your worst date? Has to be the one where the guy wouldn’t shut up. Talk talk talk talk talk – that’s all he did was talk – about absolutely nothing that was of any interest to me. It was all I could do to make it past our after-dinner coffees before I was looking for any excuse to get out of there. I guess I’m lucky that I’ve escaped true dating nightmares.
  3. If you had to teach one subject in high school or college, what would it be? Hello??? Creative Writing. It would have to be an elective class that the students chose because they wanted to be there, not because they had to be there as a requirement.
  4. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? Does it count if I was crying first then started laughing? No? Well then. Now I’m depressed that this hasn’t happened to me in a very long time. And you know what? That has to be one of the best feelings on this earth. Miss it.
  5. What is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for you? “Ever” indicates some grandiose gesture and grandiose doesn’t happen to me. The most recent little thing that comes to mind was when my former sister-in-law brought my favorite Starbucks latte to me at the office. I had joked about it on Facebook earlier that afternoon and about an hour later, she walked in with it. I hadn’t seen her in over a year so it was quite touching.
  6. If money or skill-set was no issue, what would you love to do for a living? Bake. I could totally rock the kitchen at a bakery. Don’t make me talk to customers, don’t make me manage anyone, don’t make me clean anything. Just give me some eggs and some flour and get out of my way.
  7. What is one thing as an adult/parent/spouse you do that you swore you would never do? Use the phrase, “because I said so,” when giving instruction to my children. I held out for years and years, always careful to give good explanations and justification so they would understand not only “what” but “why” as well. Then I finally woke up from my delusions and realized that I’m Mom and sometimes for whatever reason, they need to do something simply because I’ve asked them, or told them, to do it. Emergency situations included. Just.DO.it.
  8. If you could go back to one particular time in your life (not to live, not to change anything, just to visit) when would it be? There are three separate instances, all that occurred in vastly different times in my life, that meld together and make me want to re-experience the way I feltat that time. The central connection: I felt loved. Deeply, unmistakeably, fiercely loved.
  9. If your walls could talk, what would they say about you (good & bad)? They would say that I never stop singing – ever – and that my farts smell really bad lately with all the fiber I’ve had in my diet.
  10. If you could fix or put an end to one problem in the world what would it be? It’s hard to pick just one – or even the most important one – how do you rank them? Let’s start simple: Rid the world of political correct-ness. Be honest, tell the truth, and if it hurts your feelings – suck it up.
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I’m Ready

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

I’m saving a place for you.  If you look hard at this picture of me and the kids, you’ll notice it’s right there next to me.  I can see you there as I lean back into you.  I have a set of keys to my car sitting in the bottom of my jewelry box.  I didn’t realize when I had them made that they would be slid on your key ring one day.  That empty chair at the head of the dinner table?  It’s yours too.  I’ve saved it.

Underneath the bathroom cabinet are two empty baskets and inside the medicine cabinet, one of the shelves is cleared off.  The top of my dresser is usually piled with a stack of folded laundry, but the space is waiting to be reclaimed.

The tool box is all yours.  I’ve never known what to do with that anyway & most of the things in there are still brand new.  I’m sorry I sold the lawn equipment…no lawn anymore!

I’m looking forward to Sunday mornings filled with warm pancakes and mugs filled with steaming coffee as we get ready for church.  I can close my eyes and see you sitting on the second row, waiting for me to come down from the choir loft.  That afternoon nap when lunch is over?  Sure, no problem.

I wish now you’d find me.

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