eddiction

Set your timer:  Compose an email to a friend explaining what you did last night.  Paint a picture of that evening for her.

Just off the record, there are days my "e"ddiction takes over my life.  The whole purpose of an iPhone is to make your life easier, right?  Well, somedays it just makes one distraction lead into another.  An email into a text, into a fb message, into a tweet, into... well, you get my drift.  There are days I literally start twitching when my phone chimes.  However, on the flipside, when I forget my phone I tend to feel a little lost without it.  It is absolutely a lose-lose situation.  And I'm going to call it "i"ddiction from here on out.


To:  All my peeps
Subject:  About last night

We could also call this the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Let me start with the good:  It was a Tuesday night with nothing to do.  No games, no practices, and NO MEETINGS!!  I picked Evan up at 5:30 and headed home for the night, which is something we haven't done in  what feels like forever.  First I do my nails because the past two day have destroyed them.  I miss my longer nails already and my hands look stubby again.  Yuck.  Next I open a bottle of wine and start to make dinner, bubble pizza!

It's a new recipe, but super easy so Blake wanders in to help cut the biscuits.  Pandora is playing, we are cooking, and wine is always good.  I pop it in the oven to bake for 30 min and pick up the book I've been trying to finish this week, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted, by Bridget Asher.

Okay, so wine, cooking, and reading?   And it's only 6:45?  Shut the front door!

So the bubble pizza is a huge hit, my only wish is that we had a salad to go with it.  I will remember next time.  But as far as recipes go, it is easy, everyone loved it, and all was well with the world.

I read till about 10:30 when I finished the book, yes, with tears streaming down my face.  Great book, great ending... LOVED.  (this is officially the end of the good portion of my evening.)

The Bad:  So, I'm a little wound up from the book and can't go up to bed yet.  I hop on the computer to see what is next for Evan at school.  I love the school website and how well the teachers keep everything updated.  Except now, on the calendar, there is something that is red.  Red is not good when all I've seen is black so far.  It's indicating that the religion homework he was doing last night is now MISSING.  Now I'm seeing red.  My stomach turns and instantly all of the last two years comes flooding back into my senses.

The UGLY:  I stomp upstairs, loud enough for him to hear me coming, open his door without knocking, and question him.  I got the same exact responses from last year, to which I stopped listening and walked out.  I stomp around a little more, not sure what to do, when it hits me.  Zero tolerance, that's what we said two weeks ago.  "You can have a social life as long as you keep your grades up," is what we told him.  I marched back in, took his phone and iPod, knowing this is where it hits him the hardest.  He is not happy, but doesn't argue or fight.  He hands them over and looks pathetic in the process.

I simply hate this part of parenting.

So there you have it.  The good, the bad, and the ugly that we call Tuesday.  I am hoping for a better Wednesday.

fickle minds

set your timer: take 15 minutes today and write about the next project you want to dedicate your time to. If you have many projects in the air, pick one and go with it.
This is my wake up call. I literally have 3 ideas floating around in my head, and it's only when I try to commit to one, do the others sound more interesting. It's the most bizarre thing. I'm calling it ADD of the writer's mind, I never used to be like this till the past couple years. I know the old saying, "when the going gets tough, the tough get goin."
Am I not tough enough to get goin? I can't figure it out. I will daydream about a writing space all day long, but whenever I have longer than 15 minutes to write, I freeze. I have no idea where to start or even what to start with. Is it fickle or fright?
All I want is a class that is about writing a novel. I want a list of things to do, so I can check them off and stop wondering what I'm supposed to do next. I want a daily goal of what needs to be accomplished.
Basically I want a writing babysitter. A writing drill sergeant. A writer's bootcamp. YES!
I'm not fickle, I'm floundering. I want to be guided through the process and have homework, and deadlines, and assignments that make me cringe because I couldn't possibly get that done on time.
So here's the deal. We all know I love the idea of a challenge (notice I said the idea... not the actual challenge), and it just so happens that I have 10 more Pen On Fire exercises. I am going to give myself 10 days to complete them.
Yes, I just committed to writing at least 1 a day, or 10 in one day if I so choose to do that. By September 7th I want them done, so I can get into the process of editing them. Anyone out there like to proof read?
Thank you for your patience.

Friday

I don't have a book to read this week.

Okay, that's not entirely true.  I have LOTS of books to read, but can't sit still long enough to read a page from any of them, so I'm officially taking a week retreat from picking a book.  Last week's pick was another fast read from Emily Giffin, Love the One You're With.  I must say she has mastered the art of cheating so well, I squirm through most of her books waiting for someone to find out.  Good, but in a bad way... if you know what I mean.

I knew I couldn't go another day without writing to you.  I knew this in the way you know you have to go to church after missing a couple Sundays.  Part guilt.  Part obligation.  And part knowing I'll feel way better getting this out there.

I don't have much to say other than the first week of Evan's high school has come to an end, happily uneventful.   The stress it has caused not only me, but many other mothers is amazing to me.  As teenagers, they have changed so drastically, and I can honestly say I want my little boy back.  But the corner has been turned (them running around it, us following), and there really is no going back.  As someone told me recently, "They'll leave you for about 8 years... then come back."  I remember looking at her to see if she was joking.  She wasn't.

There's not much we can do but stick together.  Given the circumstances, our friends might be the only ones who really get what we're going through.  The husbands don't miss the baby days.  They don't miss scraped knees and kissing boo-boos.  They don't miss Dora, Little Bear, and Kipper.  And they certainly don't miss sleepless nights.

I'd give anything for a sleepless night just because they were hungry at 2 am.  Now, I'm still up at that time wondering if he's okay.  If he's doing all the terrible things we see on TV about teens these days.

If he still needs us at all.

So, I decided we needed a giggle.

The week is over, and the sun is shining.

No earthquakes or hurricanes will hit us anytime soon.

We have all that we really need, God has made sure of that.

We still have the choice to be thankful instead of fearful.

I can write and hopefully that is something that will make you giggle, or at least smile and nod.  Raising teens can be daunting and feel a little like we're on our own.  I don't want it to be that way... we have to lean on each other and get through it together.

So, text, comment, and answer the phone when it rings.  There is love on the other end who just might need you too.


Have a fabulous weekend!!

Friday Reads

Good morning! I cannot believe how insanely busy the last two weeks have been, and I, for one am ready to get back to living again. Yep, more reading, more writing, more laughter.

So, with the hardest part of my summer over, I am desperately in need of a book that is light, fast-paced (so I don't put it down), and maybe a little lovey-dovey. I scoured the web this morning on all my favorite sites, and think I have found the perfect book for the day:

Love the One You're With, by Emily Giffin is my #fridayreads choice! I honestly don't even remember seeing this book by her before, and literally can't wait for the library to open so I can go get it. The best thing about Emily's books is while they are considered "Chick Lit" I believe they are smart, real, and very thoughtful all the while being light, fast-paced, and maybe a little lovey-dovey.

Can you feel my excitement? I hope you all find a fun Friday Read today...

Happiness is...

10 Things I loved about this weekend:


1.  Laughter and LOTS of it.
2.  My birthday was not only the longest day ever, but the best day ever.  That never happens.
3.  Being surrounded by love All.  The.  Time.
4.  Having a rink-full of people sing happy birthday to me.
5.  Seeing The Help.  More laughter, tears, and love.
6.  Having Jackie create the ugliest corsage EVER.
7.  Snuggling in bed Saturday while it rained.  
8.  Drinks on Friday night, and dinner on Saturday night.
9.  Getting everyone I know to start "pinning"
10.  Closing the book on Van Camp.
Amen.


Have a fabulous day!  One of these days, I'll get back to what I do best... reading and writing :)

Celebrate

I used to hate my birthday for reasons I can't even remember now.  I guess I always felt it was kinda like New Year's Eve or something... almost a let down.  It never lived up to what I imagined it should be in my head. 

So I know you'll forgive me when I post pictures like this on my page :) I am done with the expectations, and completely all about celebrating the blessed life I have. 

Life is simply too short to do anything else...

PS... Due to a shortage of much needed sleep, time, and brain cells, the #fridayreads portion of this blog will be posted on Sunday this week!  Tune in Sunday...

housework

Set your timer:  For the next 15 minutes write about someone who is obsessed with cleaning.

For those of you who know me, this one is a stretch.  I would rather organize than clean, but the more I thought about it, I think they're the same thing.  I could work for hours on a closet, trying to find the perfect use for it, making sure everything has a place.  I will sit and plan out the week every Sunday morning, and have even added coupon clipping to that chore. 

I love it.  Makes me feel like I'm actually accomplishing something.  But nitty, gritty cleaning?  I despise it, and have wanted a cleaning lady for years.  If only...sigh.  So here it goes:

Cheryl looked at her calendar hanging on the fridge to see what she had to do today.  Of course, she didn't really need to look since she had been on the same cleaning schedule for the past five years, but it made her feel good to know it was there.  A cleaning schedule based on her family and their needs.

Fridays:  Bathrooms and floors

She smiled to herself, knowing that most mothers weren't this disciplined with their cleaning.  Most didn't have any plan at all and it showed in their homes.  Dust on the coffee table.  Dog hair on the furniture.  Dirty sinks in the kitchen.  The thought of those things made Cheryl's skin crawl.  That would never happen here.

She even had a cleaning closet, a mecca of all her favorite cleaning products, just for her.  When they built this house three years ago, she insisted on the closet, even fighting with the contractor about where it should go.  On many occasions he wanted to tell her where it should go.  But, defeated, he took her "suggestions" and did what she wanted. 

Most people did.

Pulling out her cleaning caddy, she turned on her iPod to the Perfect Home Playlist, and set off for the bathrooms on the second floor. 

Today is going to be a fabulous day, she thought to herself...