It's time to share some truths again, so here goes:
I listened to Hannah Montana while walking on the treadmill today. Embarrassing, but true.
People think I have gray Toms...they're white. I think it's time to paint them.
Our snowfall was measly but I played like it was massive storm and stayed home the entire day. (I wasn't the only one, schools were dismissed. Yeah, we're hurting for a school day over here)
Our house is down to one toilet paper roll and no laundry detergent. Somehow I missed putting those on my list when I went to the store. Grrr.
I've slowly been interacting more on Twitter. What are your tips for the twitterverse?
I love legwarmers. Seriously, why don't women my age wear these?
And as I've said before, I LOVE boots.
I secretly wonder if I'm being filmed for "What Not to Wear".
I like paint all over my hands and arms. Sometimes I'm tempted not to wash it off.
I have a low voice. Even as a newborn, Mom said my cry was lower than my sister's. It took me years to accept it (didn't wanna sound man-ish). When I was in high school someone told me it was sultry, that helped.
The lovey-dovey feeling isn't forever constant--it's more like a merry-go-round circling back again and again.
The beginning years are full of adventurously discovering one another; the latter years are full of discovering the world with one another.
There's an uncontested comfort in having someone know your yuck and stick around.
No marriage is perfect. There is always regret, anger, frustration, and loss. ALWAYS. But there is also success, encouragement, forgiveness and tender love.
Happy Anniversary, to the one that's loved me through all my junk. Thanks for sticking around, I love you!
I know I should be full of joy during this season and most of the time, I am; but I've been missing my friend terribly.
The other night I went to hear her daughter sing. It was beautiful. SHE was beautiful.When we talked afterwards, she was a replica of her mother and I watched in a longing, wishing way. Later when I was alone, I wept. It came from deep within, from anger, from grief at my sweet friend missing her daughter's program and how she would've loved it. It came from knowing how young she was and how it doesn't seem fair; and for not having her there to share the moment with.
I know my grieving will continue; I'm not sure why tears surprise me. I'm learning to discover the beauty hidden in grief. It reminds me that she was real. It reminds me to soak up each moment, each song my children sing, each touch of my husband's hand and each small thing I deem as normal. I want this season to be full of soaking.
The Closing of the Year:
If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you hope
For nothing is more precious
Than the time we have and so
We all must learn from small misfortune
Count the blessings that are real
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year
Let the bells ring out for Christmas
At the closing of the year.
If I cannot bring you comfort
Then at least I bring you hope.
Now all the winter bells are ringing
Hear them echo through the snow
And the children's voices singing
on the streets so far below
This is a time to be together
And the truth is somewhere here
Within our love of people
At the closing of the year.
I've had the urge to paint our van since seeing the Glittergirl van in Violette's book Journal Bliss. Serious. Big urge. Husband's not saying no...
I *blush* went to see Breaking Dawn with my sister. OKAY, I SAID it. She made me. Not really. Sort of...but no.
I also want to see the Hunger Games (yes, I'm an adult).
As of this moment, I still don't have my Christmas tree up. Don't send Scrooge;I'll do it soon.
My son's been wishing for snow and I've been de-wishing his wish. The forecast says snow is possible this week. Guess wishing is more powerful than de-wishing.
I love the scent of my pillow--not the fresh just-been-washed smell but the one after a few days of sleeping on it. Much has been speculated about this within my family, for instance: does this mean I like my own smell?
I've never cooked our family's traditional Thanksgiving dressing (don't faint, Mom). It always seemed daunting to me and so far others have taken that on. But I suppose it should be on my bucket list of things to do . . . maybe.
I'm an avid speller. Except, ironically, for the simple words "their" and "friend." They always mess me up! I think it's the i-e combo.
I'm learning a song on my guitar. And when I say "a" song I mean "one". I haven't taken guitar lessons but I'm trying to figure it out (hooray for YouTube), so we'll see how this goes. I have played piano, does that translate to guitar?
I'm not a get-your-Christmas-decorations-up-by-Thanksgiving sort of girl. I'm more of a hope-to-get-them-up-by-Christmas one.
