Three Things — 6/25/15

Three things I’m loving this week


1. Parking lots bursting with blooms. Have you noticed the gorgeous flower beds all around the plazas on upper Peach Street? Fabulous. Someone spent a lot of time and money planting the most colorful annuals I’ve ever seen and was worth EVERY dollar. Be sure to look around next time you visit the Kohls, Target, Sams Club or Home Depot plazas!


2. Online cake ordering. Oh, how I hate to talk on the phone. So, I was thrilled to learn that I could order a D.Q. Ice Cream Cake for Dan’s birthday online. Sweet!

ok google.

3. OK Google. I had no idea my SmartPhone had ears until I heard my daughter asking Google all kinds of insane questions (Seriously, like…how many moths are there in the world, what is the largest cat, etc.). At the Google search bar, instead of typing in what you need, you just say “OK Google” and then it “listens” to you and responds with top answers for your question. This is particularly helpful when you’re driving and you need to find the nearest gas station or get directions to your next location.  Or…if you have a curious kid like mine that continually asks you inane unanswerable questions like how many leaves are on an oak tree.


4. Naps. I’m not a napper because you know I hate idle time, right? But, lately, on a few occasions I’ve sat down for just a few minutes — in the hammock/on the couch/in my room while hiding from the squabbling sisters — and fell asleep for twenty minutes or so and woke feeling ah-mah-zing. Energy galore. I’m no longer going to knock naps.

Three things I’m not loving this week


1. Scorpion. I saw this show a few times in the winter — probably because it follows something I want to watch…who knows what (I don’t keep track of what is on when well) — and I enjoyed it because of the quirky characters and emphasis on brains over beauty, but…we watched an episode this week (clearly a rerun as it was a Christmas episode) that was so over-the-top and unbelievable that I’m done.

(Not posting an image because…no. Just no.)

2. Confederate flags. If you fly one, wear one, or have one painted on anything you own, I assume your a racist. That fact that they still fly over government buildings in the south is reprehensible.



3. Apollos. The one exercise guaranteed to make me walk (sit, stand, etc.) funny for at least 24 hours.

Worth Reading — 6/24/15

A random collections of blog posts, articles and other things I think are worth sharing.

Scary Mommy: 15 Tasks That (Apparently) Only Moms Can Do (Yes!)

Purple Clover: Will I handle Aging Like my Mother or my Father? (Chronic complainers are exhausting. If you don’t have anything nice to say…ever…take your dark cloud and get away from me.)

Time: How to Get in Shape Using Psychology (Some really solid advice here).

HP Writes Blogs: The Semicolon Project

Skinny Taste: Skinny Shrimp Salsa (sounds deeeelish!)

Time: Watch these puppies grow up in 2 minutes (Am I the only one thinking…my God, people, get a freaking carpet for that corner! )

Just Write 121 ~ Poolside perspective

I go to the one place where I can be alone….where every mother occasionally hides — the bathroom, but I can still hear all of them bickering. It’s mostly Lauren who has taken to yelling back at everyone all the time about Every. Single. Thing.

She’s angry about something or other. Probably arguing about doing some 3-minute housework or chore she was asked to complete eight hours ago.

I can’t remember now what sent me fleeing for safety and the buffer of the thick, oak bathroom door. The days all blur together. Her anger and frustration are a constant presence, hovering overhead, just waiting for the signal to rain down. It would be easier to recall the few moments/days she wasn’t outraged at some perceived injustice or slight.

11 point five 2

I’m not fond of this age/stage. It’s exhausting on about fourteen levels.

I look out the window of the exterior door. It might seem odd to have an exterior door in a bathroom, but it leads to the pool, so it makes sense. Or we thought it would. In reality, both doors usually end up getting locked from the inside at some point because the kids go in one door, lock it, then leave out the other door without unlocking it.

If I had it to do again, I wouldn’t have bothered with the door in the bathroom, but then….it occurs to me that it offers me an escape route.

I sneak out the door and sit on the steps to the pool area. If I lean back, nobody can see me from the sliding glass door or kitchen windows and I’m temporary invisible. If I stay quiet, they may never find me.

I listen to the shouting and wish I’d brought my iPod so I didn’t have to.

I think about my friend, Karen, who is facing an empty nest this fall. She’ll be the first to tell you that she’s not doing it gracefully. The mere mention of her daughter leaving for college causes tears to well up in her eyes.

When I whine about my situation, Karen tells me that she remembers how difficult those years were, but that she’d give anything to go back to them again. To have her house filled with noise and chaos and disorder.

I breathe deep and look for things to be grateful for. I give thanks for the sparkling pool in front of me, the expanse of lush land we call ours (even if it’s still technically the bank’s), the apples budding on the tree beyond the fence, the cat slinking through the tall grass in pursuit of some unlucky rodent, the cooling breeze, the husband/father who is managing to keep his cool, and even the headstrong girl who has driven me out here.

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”


About Just Write “What ends up revealing itself when free writing is that everything has meaning. That is a magnificent gift of writing. If we write from a free heart-gut place, our souls start speaking.”

Three Things — 6/18/15

Three things I’m loving this week


1. OITNB is back! No, I’m not one of those who binged and watch the entire season of Orange is the New Black this weekend. I’m the kind that likes to pace myself, savor each episode and make them last. (And, yes, when I was a kid I still had chocolate Easter rabbits in August.)


2. Pool days. The pool’s open and the kids are swimming even though the water is still frigid and the weather hasn’t been cooperating. My favorite days are weekend afternoons spent poolside.


3. Fourmile creek. Trails, woods, water, swimming holes…we’ve got paradise in our own back yard.

Three things I’m not loving this week


1. Bear out back. Along with the trails, woods, water and swimming holes, word has it we’ve also got a black bear out back. No big deal, but I have a cat that goes outside and a dog that’s 20 pounds smaller than your average young bear.


2. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. Rain. And constant gray skies. This is getting really old.


3. Loss of my running mojo. I’ve been running long enough to know it happens, but…I’m in a real running slump, with little desire to actually run or set goals or do anything but lay poolside with and Us Weekly and a vodka and coke.


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