I find my poor little brain jumping around from thought to thought with little discipline for staying with one for very long.
Again, it is the unsettled nature of my life right now.
Just for fun, I thought I would type out a few for you.
It might be boring,
or insightful.
But, hey no one is forcing you to be here reading...most of you come of your own free will.
I have three books on my dresser. One I have finished reading, one I have started reading, and the other I am rereading. I just can't put any of them away! Why you ask? It is a very silly reason and has nothing to do with my naturally cluttered nature.
They all are beautifully designed in a red and black and white theme. This is visual delicacy, and I like to continually savor it.
My daughter left her tiny little string of pearls in my room. It reminds me that one day she will be a lady and that I am her constant example in that.
How now brown cow. Uhhhh, yeah...not sure where that came from but I was thinking it.
I still have two loads of laundry left. Guess I should have started sooner or worked later yesterday. So, Tuesday is now laundry day too.
I lopped off the bottoms of the last batch of asparagus that I steamed for dinner guests the other day and put them in a baggie in the freezer. I wonder if I will make something wonderful with that before the move or if it will get wasted. Some asparagus soup would be lovely.
I used to think cell phones were asinine, now I feel a teensy bit lost without mine.
I don't appreciate it when I order a fine steak at a restaurant, ask for it to be cooked medium well only to have the waiter sneer at me. I like it how I like it, ya know!! I have found the guys that cook at the Japanese steak houses are the worst about this.
Coffee is my friend. I think all of my buddies understand this and won't be offended at the level to which I hold this liquid wonder. I cannot get by without my buddies though!!
My thirteen year old hugged me today before he left for school, right there in front of his friend. I am feeling kinda weepy about that.
My middle son hates to go to school. I genuinely wish I could rescue him from this daily perceived torture. I know though that sending him is a better gift than allowing him to stay home. Maybe one day he will understand that too.
Having mini cadbury eggs in a bowl on my desk is not wisdom at its finest. I even chose a bowl with a lid, but that hasn't swayed me. Chocolate is my friend too!
My husband ranks right up there with coffee and chocolate. He is my friend.
I shouldn't have packed the envelopes yet.
I have had to return to my blog to retrieve 2 recipes within the last week...yup, packed the cookbooks too!
There is this man (whom I adore) who acts as a father to me. He reads this blog because he loves me. It certainly isn't because it is interesting subject matter or relevant to his life. Can I just say that touches me to the core! Everyone needs a Dad like that.
I am feeling a bit melancholy, can you tell. I think the moving out of this house where all my babies started their lives thing is creeping up on me.
Is anyone still with me? It matters not...
Off to have a day filled with wonder!
Hahaha! I love random thoughts like this. I've thought about collecting mine in a blog post, too! Being pregnant has left me in a constant distracted state, and it seems that motherhood may be the cause, not simply pregnancy. ;)
ReplyDeleteI relate to the friendship of a husband and chocolate and to the medium well steak thing. Justin is a steak snob, who looks down on those of us who like it cooked more than medium rare. My mouth likes medium well, like yours, and the first time Justin cooked our steaks at home, we actually got in quite an argument about how steak should be cooked. He says that in a good restaurant, there's no way the steak can be dangerous in under-cooked form and that cooking it more than medium rare destroys the taste--This is gospel truth to him, and he will fight for it. I agree with you: "I like it how I like it, ya know?" The texture of bloody meat bothers me...
Of our own free will... ;)
ReplyDeleteJen, I'm reading a book called "Codependent No More," obviously about living with/loving an addict. I am learning a lot. One thing it touched on was the idea of actually feeling our own feelings ... all of them. It's not something I have much of a problem with, but that section detailed the grieving process. Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression (though not always in exclusively that order), and finally, Acceptance.
ReplyDeleteI was surprised to read that we have to grieve during life changes that we are choosing, that we know will make our lives better ... because we still have to 'process the loss' of the old thing. It specifically mentioned moving to a new home. I was surprised to find myself agreeing completely. It's weird, but I promise you that I left a portion of my heart in each of the 10 previous homes in which we've lived. Good thing God's blessings replenish us, eh?
Thanks for sharing your thoughts, Jen. It helps me feel closer to you ... through the mmmmmiles and yearrrrrs.