Monday, March 26, 2012

Under Siege!!!

Ok friends, this is brief -  you may all breathe a sigh of relief :-)

I was attacked Viciously by my allergies yesterday, about three times a year they muster their guns, dustmites, secret mold blasters, and other sneaky armaments and ba-Lindside me. Typically, they are lying in wait for me to mess up and skip regular bedtimes, play outside, or go to church near heavily perfumed - and otherwise harmless looking - young ladies.

Conceding the inevitable, I occupied the couch, took gross quantities of anti-sneezing defense, and slept off the misery for a bit. The sneaky buggers left booby-traps too - managed to get so dehydrated that today I am missing my spidey sense signals, warnings of falling hockey gear, fragile eggs, and slick marble on the landing.

On the other hand, it might not be the dehydration. Kitchen elves may also be out to get me (the hockey skate attack was a likely red herring).

Other than treating gravity with all due respect - and then some - today is just a regroup, make phone calls kind of day. Cooking up a storm of healthy food tonight too - it's cold here (but not for March) - today seems a hot-cocoa, spicy food kind of day.

So, off the computer, play time with my daughter, work in the laundry and sweeping, and see if I can find my focus hiding underneath a stray dust bunny.

If any of you see it first, please dress it warmly, and send it home safely :-)

Have a terrific week!


(ps, find me - orchidhouse - on Pinterest. I think my button at left should do the trick! Been finding such pretty things there, I'd hate for you to leave with no new inspiration...this moving-situation has drained the art well pretty seriously!!)

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

This is a Speed Post

No editing, just thoughts off the top of my head, how they sound in my head, mostly. kinda.

What with buying one house, preparing to rent out the old one, catching up on the legalese involved, and trying to keep the children Minimally Bothered by all the commotion, I am not giving time to writing, but in between all the 'hurry-up-and-wait', I am doing some sessions of major thinking.

I am thinking about how the 20's are kind of our way of finding out, finally, who we are not. And doesn't That make you want to grab every 13 year-old girl and say, "there is so much grace in knowing who you are not. You know who you are not. Don't be that person'.

I am thinking about how spirituality could be so uncomplicated, if we could feel that our Faith was a treasure to share, rather than a burden to bear.

I wonder why I am so troubled with other lives and worries, when I am finally getting to a place where I can make a difference - maybe only small, sometimes, but more than I could before - in a crunch. This should make me really happy, and yet I find myself muttering.....this may not be enough. What I can and will do, will help, but will it be enough?

There should be some....peace, maybe, in writing this down and staring at it. Letting it percolate. Perhaps there will be. We've cleared away and dealt with almost all of the real clutter in our home, so it is obviously more peaceful now. Needing to keep it that way for showings will probably really help.

I don't think it's just peace I am looking for, though. But I also think the searching itself is a good starting place. My own problems are good problems to have. Clearing away the mental distraction is the next step, if these persistent thoughts are to have an action or resolution. And I think that might be the destination I need.

Just musings, not very well explained, and I've spared you the 'expounding' of which I am typically guilty. Life's like that sometimes.

Next post will be coherent.

This is just what is on my mind :-)

Have a lovely week!


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Goodness, Gracious. Wow, Even.

Good morning out there!

I haven't been here.

There's many places I haven't been, and I would love to say that I have been off saving the world for you. Or mastering chocolate sponge-cake making.

Alas, I have not. I have been kid-chasing, mom-helping, and, um, house-buying.

What timing, eh? Wait till my mother has her hip replaced, and then tell her she needs to help us move....slick, eh?

Okay, it's a little more like 'wow, this works for us. Mostly. Timing is pretty good. Location is awesome. Okay, let's buy it.'

a little, anyway. And damn, anyone trading up a cute little townhome (well, renting it out, since we would take such a cold, dirty bath on it if we tried to sell it!!) for a four bedroom, yet tastefully arranged model home should be hopping up and down and embarressing herself with the Alleluia chorus (hm, and appalling spelling.)

I am not hopping. Partly because my shoes aren't on and I only have about thirty minutes worth of coffee going. The other part is that I've had the Life sucked out of me by those rodeo clowns I've been speaking to all last week, courtesy of the mortgage industry. (Note to all of you in the Mortgage Industry - this doesn't mean you are all clowns. Only two of you, and I would be shocked as hell if you read artsy mommy blogs. But apologies to any rodeo clowns, as you are gainfully employed doing something I could never do.)

These are great problems to have, but it means that I need an hours worth of coffee before I have to do anything at all today, like remembering everything on the mental to-do list that is house-concerned, before my hubby goes to work and takes the one high-functioning critical-thinking brain out of the house. (This - right here - is responsible for me setting the alarm wrongly and freaking out my husband with a blasting, honking alarm at 6:00 am, instead of the soothing classical I prefer to wake up to. No wonder he's bolting to work in a hurry! Sorry, honey!)

Every now and again I am poking about on Pinterest (See!? shiny things that look cool! for a house! Yay!) but that's about the artsiest I am going to get for a while. I have about 3 and a half million things left to do this week, so my daughter is going to be slighted in the crafts dept. for a little while longer (poor dear. I know you will get your inky and glue-covered fingers in my face for this and i don't blame you one bit.)

Time to roll out the to-do list, but I just wanted to thank you for stopping by when you do.

The Mayhem is going to start hittin' the roof....

Have a wonderful, glue-free week ;-)