my pink life, mi vida rosada

snuggled with the kitty in sweet hubby's chair, listening to the motor run. thinking about what to wear to church this morning, since it actually feels like fall outside. happy we won the game last night, but mostly because sweet hubby and my mama are happy. dreaming up decorating schemes for my bedroom, which I'll probably paint over Christmas break. wishing I had a ton of money to buy pretty curtains like these but thinking I'll end up sewing some (easier and cheaper) curtains instead. marveling at the peachy-pink insides of the shells we found in grandma's boathouse last weekend, so incredibly shiny and smooth, strong yet delicate. not really looking forward to re-organizing the pantry this afternoon. hoping sweet hubby will keep his word anf clean out his side of the closet today. looking forward to Sunday dinner. preparing myself mentally to see grandma's "E.T." hand (she was taking Plavix and banged her hand....). thankful that sweet hubby helped ...

No.... but when we stopped by Grandma's house on the way home from the beach with my dad last weekend, we found a few treasures hidden in cabinets, closets, and drawers we thought we had cleaned out. We found an old boy scout log book. We found financial papers from 2001. We found nice kitchen toys (I finally have a good ladle! Thanks grandma!). We found 26 crystal wine glasses. Guess I'll need to do some rearranging pretty soon. You know, like the next time we get snow days, or something. But seriously? 26 more crystal glasses? Is this an alternate universe?

source Um, I hate money. A lot. I hate that it is so necessary for everything in life. I hate that it is so hard to come by. I hate that it is so easy to let go of. I hate that it is somehow allowed to control so much of my life, my attitude, and my decisions. I have been having a hard couple months with money. (Read: there is too little coming in and too much going out and not a whole lot of control being exercised in the few areas where it could/should be...) Wait....let's back up....It's been a rough summer-into-fall with money. In the past four months: 1. Sweet hubby's car had some major repairs done 2. My car had some major repairs done 3. We replaced a hot water heater 4. We had our house broken into, and had to replace a computer (the tv is just gone, folks, just gone, and we're using an older, smaller one in its place) 5. We apparently ate a whole lot of food and drove a whole lot of miles, judging from the combination of lots of grocery charges, restaurant c...

Please pray for the family of Terry DeVoe, who unexpectedly left this world for heaven on Wednesday. His family is hurting.

In April, a kid I knew from church committed suicide. He was 21, in college, brilliant, well liked, and apparently extremely lonely, sad, disturbed, and so much more. He was never taught to seek help. He was never taught to share the really hard stuff with others. He was not old enough to have lived through really tough things to see that there usually is a light at the other end of the tunnel. He was not old enough to have experienced the suicide of a loved one. He was not thinking clearly enough to consider how hard every thing would be for his mama afterward. He was not thinking clearly enough to consider how hard every thing would be for his daddy afterward. He was not thinking clearly enough to consider the old folks at the nursing home he used to play music for, or the guys in prison he used to mentor, or the friends who counted on him for company. He was not at a point in his life where he felt close enough to Jesus or anyone here on earth to feel the need to stay here. Sui...

disfrutando un día de flojera, con la gatita sentada encima de mis piernas por la quinta vez hoy. feliz que mi esposito lindo es bueno para arreglar cosas, como mi maquina de coser que no quiso funcionar....solamente necesitaba una parte muy pequeña, que compré por $2.13, sin tener que pagar a alguien abrirme la maquina. esperando a mi esposito lindo que necesita volver de su último clase, un grupo que está aprendiendo a tocar saxofón. contenta que mi esposito lindo me informó de su 80 en la primera prueba (examen) de teoría, y también que ya está recibiendo tutoría de su profe para sacar una nota mejor en la proxima prueba. cansada con el día gris y tanto flojera, pero feliz que no tuve que ir a la escuela hoy. A veces uno necesita un día personal para sentarse en su casa y no sentirse obligada a hacer nada, especialmente no lavar las sábanas, ni la ropa, ni hacer la comida, ni lavar la loza, ni desempacar la maleta. sonriendo con el olor de salsa de manzanas que viene de mi cocina,...

So much fun! Sweet hubby and I are in the mountains for a weekend getaway and spent the afternoon picking apples, drinking cider slushies, and eating cider doughnuts. And my personal favorite came from the bakery where we had lunch before the apple picking extravaganza.....

And long weeks are not nearly so fun as long weekends. It was hard to adjust back to school, getting up super early after a tiny bit of jet lag and a the action packed traveling that was the family trip to Colorado. And I had a migraine, too, and one of my best friends broke up with her boyfriend, and I barely saw sweet hubby all week. I also stepped out of my comfort zone a little bit at school to try some group work activities that could have gone a little better. But I stuck with it and the third day of group work, the kids actually worked a little bit better with their groups, paid a little bit more attention to what they were doing, and seemed to settle in a little more to the expectation that they would problem solve within their groups, rather than interrupting whatever group I was working with at the time. This year at school (all six weeks of it so far) has been both rewarding and frustrating, but overall feels mostly frustrating. I woke up this morning with a long list o...