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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Wintertime

Tuesday, February 16th, 2010

The building I work in is a large two story building that was quite contemporary in design when it was constructed in the late 70′s.  Lots of brick and dark wood paneling that was thankfully torn out when the building underwent a major interior updating in the mid 90′s.  What wasn’t replaced was all the brick – specifically the brick exterior walls.  More specifically, the exterior brick wall that makes up for 1/4 of the ladies room perimeter.  Set into this brick wall is the steel receptacle that houses the toilet paper rolls and a small trash bin.

There is no doubt in my mind that there is more brick on the other side of this trash bin, but my point here in laying out all this background is this:  it’s drafty.  Very drafty in there.  And when the temperatures hover in the 30′s, it’s not only drafty, it’s extremely cold in there.

Did I happen to mention that the toilet is about 10 inches from the aforementioned drafty, cold, brick wall?  Did I also happen to mention that I nearly froze my tush off this morning in there? 

My greatest fear is that the only thing I’ll be able to do under such harsh conditions is produce peecicles.

It’s that cold in there.

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You Didn’t Think It Would Last, Did You?

Sunday, February 14th, 2010

Yeah. So… Daily posting just isn’t for me.  It’s not that I didn’t give it a good try, I did.  I just hated it. 

I’ll go back to posting when the mood and/or inspiration strikes.  Today?  Not much striking me other than the desire to lay in bed, watch movies and eat marshmallows covered in peanut butter dipped in caramel sauce.  Which I.SO.DID. and they were yummy.

Updates on a few things:  I’m still sticking with that whole diet & exercise shtick.  I’m managing to make it to the gym 5-6 times a week and having fun trying different classes, spinning & generally harassing the trainers every chance I get.  I’m good like that.  Pounds lost to date (since mid-September) 41 1/2 and I’m back in a size 12.  My goal  was to fit very comfortably in a size 10 so I’m almost there.  I’d actually be ok with not loosing any more weight if what I had was firmer.  Not liking the squishies so much.  Softness?  Yes.  Squishy?  No.

I’m still on a major soup kick.  I’ve pretty much perfected the Spicy Black Bean soup and the Turkey Chili.  I’ve made my second batch of Kielbasa Bean Slow Cooker soup this weekend and kicked it up a notch or two on the spice-o-meter.  This one’s broth based which I’m ok with, but I think I may blend up some of the extra veggies and beans next time to thicken it up a bit.  Low-fat and high-fiber are the two key ingredients for most anything I’m trying these days.

We’ll be headed up to Monticello next Saturday for our family reunion.  It’s the only chance each year I have to see my mother’s side of the family.  There are 9 brothers and sisters, their kids & spouses, and now their kids all gathering together in what could number over 100 folks all together.  This year we decided to color-code ourselves to better differentiate which of the original 9 you’ve descended from.  Sometimes you can look at a little face and instantly know who they belong to (my daughter is case in point – MINI ME).  Others, not so much.

That next day I’ll get to see my sister from Dallas who will be in town defending her Ph.D. thesis at FSU.  I haven’t seen her since August and I’m dying to attach myself to her hip for the only day I’ll get to see her while she’s in Florida.  Can’t wait.

Valentine’s Day came (and is going out) with a fizzle.  Nothing to report there.  Move along…

I actually did get a few text message greetings today from some guy friends wishing me a Happy Valentines.  These are guys who I’ve known for years, have walked with me through some pretty crappy times, and have always been there with an encouraging word just when I needed it.  Thanks guys.

Tomorrow is a holiday for us.  I’ll spend it kid-free, sleeping late, drinking way too much coffee & then head to the gym with the girls for another brutal Power Line workout.  Friday’s left me limping from a jacked up hamstring.  Hopefully I’ve rested it enough that it won’t wimp out on me again.  My afternoon will be spent cleaning house.  Or not.  I could decide to just window-shop the rest of the day away.  Does it count as retail therapy if I don’t actually buy anything?

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#twitteruinedmeforlife

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

Twitter broke my blogging mojo.  I realized this months and months ago as my level of tweeting began to pick up the same time that my blogging frequency slowed down.  The lure of the instant gratification and reaction that Twitter gives me has rubbed some of the ooh shiny off of blogging.

More than once I’ve had a really cool idea for a blog post pop into my mind.  Instead of writing a note on my hand to reference later when I finally get a chance to sit down and write – chances are I’ll take that idea and condense it down to 140 characters or less and jam it out on Twitter.  And they laugh! And they @reply to me! And they think I’m funny!  And it’s a quick thrill!

And the blog post that would have been burned out before it could ever be fleshed out.  So I blog about not blogging.  I’ll probably tweet about not tweeting sometime later tonight.  Or I’ll find something else to complain about.  I’m easy like Sunday morning.

But just for giggles and in case you’re not already following me on Twitter (why are you NOT already following me?) – I’m @elle_dubya there too.  Nice and original, huh?  E-A-S-Y.  Like Sunday morning, yanno?

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Tip Of The Day

Tuesday, February 9th, 2010

There are certain acceptable ways to treat a person and then there are not-so-acceptable ways. It’s frowned upon, in my opinion, to yell at someone who’s agreeing with you on a particular matter and trying to lighten your load in general. You can pretty much count on your yelling to negatively color the rest of their day. So don’t be surprised when they speak to you no more than what’s required for quite some time.

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What I See From Here

Monday, February 8th, 2010

I’m camped out at the dining room table tapping away on the lap top and contemplating whether or not I should go to bed.  From where I’m sitting, I look up and stare ahead into the kitchen. Stuck to the side of the refrigerator is a “project” that my 6 year old son brought home just before school let out for winter break.

The assignment: Gingerbread Man Decorating. They were given a kraft paper cut out of a Gingerbread Man, sent home in their backpacks with instructions to decorate the confection however they saw fit.

This was my son’s:

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That’s right. It’s a ninja.

Coolest. kid. ever.

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