2017 Resolutions Check-In

Some of my resolutions and goals I did publicize on the blog, while others were ones I listed in my bullet journal. They’re all totally doable — none of these are unreasonable, and not all of them are ones I need to think about every day.

  • Post daily to blog
  • Cook 50 new-to-me recipes
  • Offload two items of clothing for each one I purchase
  • Create a budget and stick to it
    • Shop Amazon mostly using gift cards earned through my credit card
    • Only shop ThredUp with trade-in credits
    • If it can be mended, don’t buy a new one
  • Return of Photo Thursday – post a photo to the blog weekly

So, how am I doing? In the style of Wil Wheaton’s Life Reboot, I’ll give myself letter grades for each point.  (more…)

Silent Sunday Afternoon

For the first time in a few years, my husband is required to work Sundays during the Christmas season (a.k.a. peak season at his work). My son is upstairs with his Kindle Fire, having some Quiet Time, and I’m sitting on the couch, having just finished today’s (and yesterday’s) #fiveminutefreewrite topics.

I feel like I want to keep writing, but not about any of the backlogged blog topics I have on my list. (And I have dozens.)

I’m reminded of the days before I had a child, when I had hours upon hours of “me” time, and I would choose to use it by writing. (Or playing Civilization for a few hours on end.)

There’s plenty of other things I could be doing right now (my fingers just tried to type “write now”), like replacing the few burnt-out bulbs on the string of vintage Christmas lights, or making a batch of Christmas cookies to freeze for later, or finishing the laundry, or balancing my checkbook… but sitting here on the couch writing about nothing in the silent overcast wintry afternoon dimness is appealing.

It’s so quiet in here.

I should really get that laundry folded.


Deer Sighting

Deer in the back yard

I saw something moving out the window as I got ready to step on the bathroom scale this morning. That’s a big dog, I thought — then I realized it was a deer. Right there. Getting ready to nosh on the one hosta in the border along the back of the house.

I watched (and snapped pictures) as it snacked on the hosta, then sniffed at the bench and the tomatoes, and finally wandered out of sight.

By the time I was ready to get my son up for breakfast, the deer was in sight again, this time by the hydrangea tree. I got my son up by telling him to go to his window to see the deer. He was up in a flash.

I was a little extra late to work, but getting to see the deer and share that with my son was worth it. I’m just glad it didn’t eat my tomatoes.

Shindig Success!


Note to self: Even if only one friend were to show up, it would still be a party worth throwing.

The annual shindig happened over a month ago, but I wanted to be sure to make mention of it here in the blog, since I have a tendency to forget how much fun it is every year. I always stress over it, and worry over whether it’s worth the extra-thorough house-cleaning and the food prep for days and the last-minute RSVPs. The answer is yes. It’s worth it.


Instant Gratification

After taking a break from social media (which seems to happen about once a year for me: see 2014 and 2015), and with that break coinciding with the (initially) disappointing response to my annual shindig, I reflected on my relationships with others — friends, acquaintances, online peeps — as defined by my interactions with them.

I also thought about what I’m trying to get out of social media — and am I actually getting that?

Some people have described Twitter as a party where you can hear everyone’s conversations, whether they’re directed toward you or not. I feel like I’m the person at the party who will talk to everyone and no one until someone acknowledges them. (None of us know anyone like that, right…?)

It’s like I’m seeking validation or feedback for everything I’m experiencing: a jerk cut me off in traffic; I’m losing weight; I’m not losing weight; I’m having a boring day; I’m having an awesome day; I had sushi for lunch.

Who needs to know this? Nobody.  (more…)

Waterville Community Garage Sale 2016

Most of our garage sale success on this 94-degree day was after we left Waterville, ironically enough, including a couple of estate sales that were still going strong by late afternoon.

Our “haul” included a stack of comics and a stand-alone DVD recorder unit for Aaron; a couple of shirts, a two-piece swimsuit, and a wind-up alarm clock for me; and a wooden United States puzzle for Connor.

Dreary Spring Brain Dump

It’s another case of not wanting to write anything until the things in my mental queue have been posted: namely, Operation Braceface Day 1272 (debonding + retainers) and a Muffin Round-Up (since I’ve had multiple requests for my three-point muffin recipes). I need to get some of this out, though, even if just so I can look at it and realize how #firstworldproblems it all is.

I’m just meh. The weather is getting me down, I think: it’s been dreary and overcast and drizzly for the past several days. (I wouldn’t do well in the Pacific Northwest.)

I’m also adjusting to wearing retainers full-time, and having to remove them for eating or drinking anything except water. That makes my morning coffee a bit more tedious, since I have to schlep down to the ladies’ room to remove my retainers while my Keurig is brewing. When I was wearing braces, I had to remove my elastics, sure, but I could do that surreptitiously at my desk. Not so with the retainers. I’m getting better at removing them, but I still slobber all over myself.

I’m also feeling — as usual — like I have so many things to get done, and I’m not motivated to do any of them in the hour I get after Connor goes to bed. Things I need to do, like getting the box of shit from my old desk filed into my new desk, and mending Connor’s torn pants before he grows out of them, and going through Connor’s preschool papers and projects that are languishing on the kitchen counter, and filling out some life insurance paperwork, and logging our donations to charity so we don’t have to guesstimate when tax time rolls around next year. Things I want to do, like editing together the video I took in the front garden on Monday, or ordering more prints for my photo album, or repotting some houseplants that desperately need it, or reseasoning the rest of the cast iron, or baking more muffins, or inviting people to our annual shindig that’s supposedly happening in 2½ weeks (update: did that one today).

My TeuxDeux list keeps rolling over to the next day, and over, and over, and I just can’t seem to muster up any fucks to give.

Oh, and just as I was getting excited for Spring, I had to order plant covers on Amazon for the three tomatoes I planted prematurely, since the low temps this weekend are supposed to dip near freezing. Luckily, as we approach closer to the weekend, the forecast gets increasingly less freezy, so I shouldn’t lose any plants to the cold. Hopefully.

I don’t know. I guess maybe I’m just hormonal and blah. Maybe I’m low on sunshine or exercise. All I know is that it’s really hard to break out of one of these funks — for more than a few hours at a time, anyway — and there’s no good reason I should be all funky like this. I’ve got plenty of good things going for me right now.