One Part Inspiration...

The other night, it happened again. I did something stupid, and am bruised and battered. I can show you this one. But not the other four, because they are in impermissable places. They do have the most interesting shapes however, and have provided me with much entertainment as I have tried to find a comfortable way to sit, and lie down. I am rather prone to injury. I should accept that by now. But it never occurs to me in the heat of the moment, that my actions will result in disaster. I just think " Hey, look at that! I can skate backwards!" or " I will just show the youth pastor how to wrap my hand around this rope swing and swing over this gulley .", or " Why don't we just jump off this moving hay wagon and see what happens ", or " I'll just try and look really cool, as I slide down this bannister, while my school mates are watching ." This particular event happened when I was at a bridal shower. I don't want to go into details, b...

Last night, there was a big sleep-over birthday party going on. I thought I'd be smart, and avoid the crush of people and go to my room, and try to Blackberry-blog. This requires quite a bit of patience because all the keys are very small. And there's a little thingie which your thumb has to pass over, so it will click on where the cursor should be. Not to mention that the screen is small, and the letters are even smaller, and although you can zoom in, it zooms out very fast, and soon, you're not sure what letterx you have prexerd. Then suddenly the thingie passed over something that made the decision to 'post' and the message came up "Congratulations, you have posted successfully!" WHAT??!! No, no! I hadn't even wrtiten anythnga yt. Oh well, it was too late, and there wasn't enough memory on the Blackberry to easily see what had happened, so I thought I'd wait until this morning to sort it out. I'm so thankful for technology!

On the weekend, I was on a roll. First of all, no-one, and I mean no-one, wanted to move the loveseat and rocker which we had brought with us. They had served us well, but it was time to move on. Secondly, the time for moving is looming, and we need to have some things in place in order to survive. One of these would be a place to bathe. We had decided to put in a shower unit upstairs. Although we found and loved one which looked something like this, we weren't quite sure what our budget would allow. So I went on a personal mission to find out what a good second-hand shower unit would cost. I went to several places which had such items. Prices varied, but I felt like I had a better idea what was out there, and so went home to discuss it with my husband. He nodded when I told him the information, and that was about it. Until Saturday. I went on a classified ad site, and found a 'corner shower unit', that was much less than what I had seen. Not only that, it came with...

Sometimes a mom realizes she is being outvoted. This happens at the age when the kids are taller than she is. Their voices are deeper. They sprawl about the kitchen like overgrown vines. They are still in the nest, but not under her wing. They give eye contact when she talks, but their ears are tuned to a different channel. It happened to my Mom. It was funny. Then. Mom would make motherly suggestion, and we would look at each other, take a silent vote, and the majority (us, not her) ruled. For instance, she would broach the subject of what everyone was going to spend on each other for Christmas. We would hear her voice, but were tuned to "Let's Mock Mother" channel. Mom was outvoted. "T he budget for Christmas this year? For everyone else, it's 20$ , but my present could be anywhere upwards of 500$. " Ha. Ha. Ha. We were sooooo funny. And if there were other siblings present, we would have a contest to see who could carry the joke the farthes...

Two months before: Realize you have a lot of stuff. Decide that instead of boxing and bagging it up for the local charity group, you will collect it into a 'garage sale pile'. Do this off and on for two months, until you can hardly walk around the collection room without tripping over large bits of nothing. One month before: Announce to your friends you have picked a date. Change the date a few times because your son suggests waiting until he gets back from his summer work assignment. One week before: Remind yourself a million times to put the ad in the paper. Call the paper and inquire what the cost will be. Keep that number in mind, so all profits are calculated appropriately. Buy ad. Begin the arduous task of taking all the stuff from the collection room up to another collection area, to be sorted and priced at a later date. Keep looking around the house to find more things you might as well put in - since you're doing this anyway. Day before: Ask husband for the ...