Nov 22, 2012 |
Far be it from me to stray from what so many will post about today: reasons to be Thankful. While I’d love to discourse on how this beautiful feast first began, I’d much rather spend time with my family and friends. As, I’m sure, you do too.
And so in lieu of a lengthy post, here’s my simple statement.
I met a homeless man outside the office tonight. He asked me how I was, and I said, “I’m good.” And then I surprised him by asking his name, and how he was. His name is David. And he responded with, “I’ve seen better days. But I’m still breathing.” And then he smiled weakly.
Can I get an Amen for David?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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TGIF
Nov 21, 2012 |
I cannot tell a lie: I’m glad this is the easy post. I need the break. What with all the goings-on around here lately, extra house cleaning and holiday prepping… I welcome the break.
I still have four or more giveaways to do in the next two weeks, and before the week’s end I’m making my Holiday Doo Dads.
I’m going through Mission Inn withdrawals and trying to schedule several day trips there with friends between now and New Year’s. I am absolutely craving a Casey’s Cupcake and Coffee.
Now that I’m working again, a spring weekend is at the top of my List. I’m not sure I’ll be solvent enough by then, but if so… Well, you’ve read my Mission Inn reviews. You know. (If you don’t, you should. Read. And know.)
And tomorrow’s Thanksgiving! I can’t wait to House Hop. We’ll start out with a small breakfast at home, then head over to Mutti’s for brunch and a football game. Then we’ll head over to my dear friend Pam’s house for the annual Turkey Shoot (I’d tell you, but I’m sworn to secrecy… unless I can get photos). (No real turkeys are injured or harmed in any way. Promise!) We’ll follow it up with a group viewing of WHITE CHRISTMAS. This is a raucous group: we know the movie by heart, and pretty much you can leave the TV sound off and still hear the entire dialogue. And sounds. Yup, we got mad sound skills too.
That’s what we’re up to. What’s on your plate?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
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Nov 20, 2012 |
So, wow. Say it with me: Wow!
Was it only a few days ago I posted how good things are even though on paper they look miserable? Well, guess what. I get a paycheck this week. A full paycheck. And you know what I’m going to do with it? I’m going to pay my mortgage! I’m so stinking excited.
My Personal Retreat
I’ve paid my mortgage every month, but this month is special. This month, it’s being paid from my paycheck: from money I earned at my new job.
It’s a great Thanksgiving!
You know what else is new? Take a guess. Okay, re-read the title of this post and then take a guess. Nothing? Re-read the title of this post and look at this picture and then take a guess.
Dot’s New Car
That’s right: Through some change in the cosmos and aligning of the planets, Dot has a new (used) car. Which means I have my car back. Which means whoever’s car I was borrowing has their car back. I don’t know who’s most excited in this scenario.
Yeah. Still trying to wrap our heads around it. There was no winning lottery ticket. No suddenly deceased Great Uncle. No winning lottery ticket. Just a lot of prayer and finagling and here we are.
If this can happen for us, then I know we’ll be okay. More than okay. We’re gonna be Good.
I’m filled with emotion as my little girl turns into a responsible adult. How wonderful to see her stand tall and make decisions. How frightful that she’s going out on her own. Is she ready? Am I ready?
I knew this day would come. I was hoping it’d be much later.
Much. Much. Later.
She’s my little girl. And she’s all grown up.
You know what my favorite part of the day is?
She still hugs me goodnight and greets me every morning.
“I Love You, Momma.”
I love you, too, Dot.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Nov 19, 2012 |
We all do it. Some do it better than most.
That would be me.
I articulate things you haven’t even considered. I am the expert when it comes to Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome.
No. I won’t give you specific examples. How could you even ask such a thing? Why add fuel to the fire, that should be my motto.
Should be.
I don’t intentionally do it. I just seem to have a low threshold filter when it comes to words. Don’t believe me? Ply me with coffee and cookies and get me talking. About anything. Anything. I can mumble my own monologue with a finesse not yet witnessed by others. The Guardian has flown the coup. I can crash right through those roadblocks with ease.
You know those dreams people talk about when you’re standing naked in front of a room full of people? Never had it. Nope. Not me. I dream about not being quiet. I’ve had nightmares of nonstop gibbering in the most ridiculous of places: telling my life story to the Grocery Store Clerk. Being brutally honest when someone asks, “How are you?”
But wait… there’s more!
I’m the person who, when I ask “How are you?” jumps ahead to the requisite “That’s nice” before hearing your response. Until you’re brutally honest with your answer and I realize I wasn’t paying attention.
Stutter Central: How may I offend you today?
I don’t mean to do it. I really don’t. The majority of the time, I’m a very good listener. But “majority of the time” is so not the same as “all of the time”. Trust me on this one. And with this new “honesty” onset for the Blog, my thoughts spill out of my head more often than they used to.
I’m afraid for you… very afraid.
Can I be insulting? Do birds fly? Am I glad for the ability to edit? Like gold attracts a Leprechaun!
The written word is my friend. The spoken word, notsomuch.
Which may be just one of the reasons I’m such a prolific writer.
You’ll thank me for it later.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Nov 18, 2012 |
This last month has shown me so much. I’ve seen seen how to make ends meet when I didn’t think I could. I’ve learned how to cook rice in ways I didn’t know possible. I’ve managed to keep writing every day, even when I didn’t think I had anything to write about. And I’ve realized you want me to be honest.
For a few weeks, I’ve been finding that honesty. It’s led me to expose parts of my life that I hadn’t let too many see. And your outpouring has been so wonderful, so uplifting. Thank you.
Thank you.
My day job is going well. I’d forgotten more about the job than I realized. In the time I’ve been out of the industry, procedures have changed. My new office runs differently than the last. So ten days after my first day, and I’m still on the “learning curve”. My Boss is patient. Informative. Helpful.
I’m thankful.
I know my posts of late have been stricken with words like “poverty” mixed with “hope”. I’m not beating a dead horse nor riding romantically off into the sunset. Rather, I’m in between those two dynamics; I’m living life daily making choices that I intend to lead to a better 2013.
I don’t have the winning lottery ticket. No magic wand. It will take time to reach the quick goals. But it’s do-able. I can still write. Publish. Market. Earn. Work.
How wonderfully exciting the future seems to me right now. How intimidating and thrilling and workable.
Emily Dickinson said it best:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
