Don't Sign Me Up

The alarm goes off and after several hits of the snooze button I emerge, sleepy-eyed and not quite at my best mental game.  I meander to the kitchen to turn on the tea kettle then if I need to be somewhere that day I make my way to the shower. 

It's true.  I shower every day.  People could say I am a clean person because of it.  However, the recent conversations I have been privy to have informed me that I am dirty on the inside. 

Cleanses.  Everybody seems to be doing them.  10 day.  25 day.  I am sure there are more days.  You have special drinks and can only eat certain things for a certain length of time.  All this to rid yourself of your inner toxins.  Toxins?  Who knew? 

My toxins have been serving me well thus far.  Maybe I don't want to see them go.  My toxins and I are on a first name basis.  We have a co-dependent relationship.  What oh what would we do without one another? An image comes to mind of the birds that live on hippos and eat the parasites off of the hippos.  I guess I don't really like comparing myself to a hippopotamus, but you get the idea.

Perhaps I am just living in my bubble that I don't really need an inner cleanse.  Am I in denial?  Maybe.  That and I don't want to fork over hundreds of dollars to stock my refrigerator with "Fiber Drinks".  Sounds delicious. 

Until the test results come back "positive" for my inner toxicity, I will choose to carry on drinking tea, eating vegetables when possible and sneaking treats here and there. 

 Toxins Smoxins.  What evs.

Reluctant Hostess

I am not the hostess with the mostest.

Unless it is the hostess with the mostest anxiety.

Hello my name is Sally and I am a nervous hostess.  I worry that everyone is having a good time.  I worry that the food is good.  I worry that the kids are behaving properly.  I worry that the house is clean. 

The other day as I was walking with an empty stroller to pick up Will from preschool (only two comments this time..."Where's the baby? and "You forgot your baby.")  I was pondering....where are all the parties?  Why are we not partying more? 

I decided it was due in part to certain friends moving.  The party planners.  The organizers.  The "hey come on over and hang we will make due with bugles and wine" people. 

I think to myself, "I need to take a lesson from them."  Mind you, slow, methodical lessons.  I plan, I mull it over and see what I think.  Usually I do this for so long and the event calling for the party has come and gone.

I tell my husband that I am a "thinker" and "planner"  "follow througher" not so much. 

Rolling around in my brain currently..."Pumpkin Party"  maybe....maybe not.  One week and a half until Halloween.  I'm sure I can think up until the time for trick or treating.

Looking back I didn't plan to use so many quotations this post.  Just "happened".

Changes Changes

I am not really a blogger.

I mean, I blog.

But really....don't feel I can categorize myself amongst the true bloggers who actually know what they are doing.

I fell into this act based on advice from dear writer friend, Kim who said, "Go ahead. You should do it."  So I did.

I don't play around with my site.  Sometimes I open up the layout button and just start clicking things to see what happens.  Perhaps I should invest in a "Blogging for dummies" book because, as I admitted earlier, I don't really blog.

Somehow now I have changed my background to big.  Okay, fine.  No worries.  I will make it look intentional for Breast Cancer Awareness month. 

Somehow now I have removed a picture of Ben, that in all honesty I didn't even know was there until I saw it today.  Oops.  Gone. 

Also little tools that I don't know what they mean....perhaps to the tech savvy they mean something important...they have disappeared.  Farewell.  Didn't know what you meant anyhow.

I am feeling a bit weary carrying the title "Jack of all Trades Master (or Mistress) of none".  There seems to be a lack of time and enthusiasm to do much of anything or of mastering (mistressing?) anything. 

Blah.

Oh fraggle, those little tools are still there. Are they supposed to be there? How do I get rid of them?

Feeling like I want to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for hours.  Perhaps I can master that.

Strange Noises Heard Around the House

 

 

If you hear some strange sounds coming from our house, it might be......the newest trumpeteer, our ten year old.  Here's a look at practice time.  You may not hear anything because I can't seem to make the sounds.  Stay tuned.  I will keep working on it.

 

 

First Grade

In case any one needed a good chuckle for the day, I have been practicing my scanning skills.  (I have been thinking that it is very important for my tech man, Kevin, not to feel too needed around here.)  During this process I came across this beauty of me in First Grade. 

 

My uneven bangs tells me that perhaps my mother was trying to save money by doing it herself.  Also, thrifty Sarah, made the dress which I have in my possession since we came across in the attic. 

 

Look at all that natural curl.  Wow.  Not enough curl to be curly and not enough straight to be straight.  That's me....stuck in the middle.  



 

 

My memories of First Grade include a big crush on Daniel K. who was always getting his desk put in the front of the room under the chalkboard by the teacher.  Also we sanded a wooden cutting board pig for our Mom's for Mother's Day.   On the first day of school I wore this rockin' navy blue sailor dress with a red tie.  Sweetness. 

 

The funniest part of this story however is that in the course of scanning I accidently sent it to my facebook account and not my e-mail.  PANIC.  Since I never post anything on FB I was genuinely concerned that now there would be a large young photo of me that I would have no idea how to remove.  Luckily I didn't see it anywhere.  Please tell me it is not out there.  Gotta call the tech man.

Christmas in October?

Last Tuesday after story hour at our local library, Will and I decided to picnic in the park.  We packed our lunch and threw down our blanket nibbling on salami sandwiches and salad as the red Pin Oak leaves fell to the ground from above our heads.  It was glorious.  A beautiful 70 degree and sunny day.  The leaves are just turning here and it is a perfect time of year, according to me. 

At noon the church bells started to chime...I looked at Will...."What is that tune?  It's familiar....oh, 'Silent Night Holy Night'....hmmmm"  Seemed a little out of place on such a picture perfect fall day.  I wonder if the church bell programmer deliberately set it on "Christmas Tunes" so that we would start planning now.  Only so many shopping days left!   I do aspire to complete shopping early this year.  It makes the holiday season so much more enjoyable when you don't have to be amongst the grouchy holiday people a/k/a shoppers.

After we came home I found this photo of my mom.  She is standing on the very bridge where we had our picnic.  The back of the photo is marked "Sarah Varner 1946"  therefore I know that someone must have given it to her.  An organizer of photos she was not.   I knew Will and I were sensing good karma in that space.  Maybe she sent us a message via an unorthodox song selection so say "Hello.  I see you.  I'm doing fine." 

Merry Christmas in October Mom.  Love, Us