I Know, I Know.....
...I have shamefully neglected my blog this week--six slaps with an Eeyore bath towel! No, wait, I like Eeyore. Make that a Barney paper napkin instead.
In our neverending quest to improve ourselves (and usually falling on our butts in the process!), Lachlan and I have started going back to the Y. And you know what that means, of course--I'm going to be one sore chubby hippie-momma for the next few weeks! I've promised myself that I will put more effort into getting in shape this year, I can't stay this heavy for much longer, Lachlan may get the urge to sell me by the pound! Can't you just see that--Stuffed 'wela, complete with apple in my mouth? Sorry about your mental puppet theater there......
Speaking of Lachlan, he just spoiled the sh** out of me the other night! I got birthday presents! Yeah, they're a little early, my birthday's not 'till Sunday--but they are so awesome that I have to share! Mukluks!! From Nepal! And oh, they are
soooooo warm!! And although I know that Europeans didn't wear such items in period, we reasoned that I could wear them to winter events anyway, and they would look better than anything else I've got for footwear. Plus, I'll have toasty toes for a change! I do so want to make period shoes someday, but for now, Time and money constraints are preventing me from achieving that particular goal. Some day, though........look out, Manolo Bahlancs!!
But wait, there's more! Check out this bag:
Isn't that awesome? It's made of cotton blocks, each embroidered with Buddha's eyes for protection. I love it!! Put them together and I truly look like the chubby hippie-momma that I am, but so what? I'm happy! Life's too short to waste it trying to look like everyone else!
We bought them at a store called "Third Planet". It's my absolute favorite store, the only place in town where you can get fair trade items. And Buddhas. And Nag Champra incense. No, it's not a head shop--not really. There's not a hookah in the whole place (although you can buy rolling papers there....), just a lovely assortment of kitsch, hippie clothes, jewelry, wall hangings--fabulously eclectic place!
I'm at the age where I'm rather ambivelant about my birthday--I don't like the way they're piling up (I'm 51 this year), but I don't want to forget about them...... just yet. Especially not when I can get presents! :-D And wonderful, darling Lachlan always remembers my birthday! Such a fabulously un-male thing of him to do! When I was growing up, relatives would always come at Christmas and hand me a present while saying "This is your Christmas and birthday present!", and I would have to say "Thank You" when what I wanted to say was "You cheapskate! If that's the case, then you could have at least spent more than 10 bucks on it !" Ah, those days of yore.....and people wonder why I don't get nostalgic for my childhood. Oh, the tales I could tell! But my darling hubby always tries to make my birthday nice. Even if we're broke, he does some little something to make the day special. He has no idea just how much I appreciate that.
And my parents had forgotten about my birthday until my brother reminded them. Again. I mean, I can deal with not being the favorite child, really I can; but nearly always forgetting my birthday--really? They were there, after all. You'd think that an episode that resulted in stretch marks would be something my mother would remember, but no, she's blown it off for about the last ten years. And my dad's the same way. It's ridiculous. How do you do that? How do you forget your own child's birthday? And why does it still bother me so much? I keep expecting things from people that will never give them to me. What's up with that? Must be my inner child throwing a tantrum.
In keeping with my resolutions, I have been trying to meditate daily. I've held to the schedule pretty well--so far. I find I sleep a lot better if I meditate before bed--it's a lovely way of disposing of the day's garbage. Rather proud of that. I've also been trying to organize our home office before it is completely consumed by the No-Longer-Needed-Paperwork Monster. We have neglected our files waaaayyyyy too long, and the result is an office ankle-deep in dead tree matter. All of which makes it nearly impossible to find anything; makes it hard to write in here, too. So, everyday, I grab a bunch of papers off the top, make sure that they are no longer relevant, and feed them to our little paper shredder until it starts getting a little warm. I fear I'm in danger of burning the little guy's motor out! But what can you do? It seems like every sheet has personal information on it, and although I seriously doubt that anyone would steal our credit currently (it's probably worse than theirs), I don't want to take any chances. So, it's shred, shred, shred until the little shredder starts sounding a little put upon. Then, I try to write for an hour.
That's another habit I'm trying to establish--writing for an hour everyday. I don't always manage it, but I'm trying. You know, it seems like I'm busier now than I was when I was working! At least I can set my own breaks this way and rest whenever I need to. It still seems awfully unfair to Lachlan, though. Maybe I can make it up to him somehow, someday. I do hope so. In the meantime, I'll just have to settle for loving him with all my heart. *sigh* Such a tough job.......
Thanks for the birthday presents, Honey. I love you, too!
In our neverending quest to improve ourselves (and usually falling on our butts in the process!), Lachlan and I have started going back to the Y. And you know what that means, of course--I'm going to be one sore chubby hippie-momma for the next few weeks! I've promised myself that I will put more effort into getting in shape this year, I can't stay this heavy for much longer, Lachlan may get the urge to sell me by the pound! Can't you just see that--Stuffed 'wela, complete with apple in my mouth? Sorry about your mental puppet theater there......
Speaking of Lachlan, he just spoiled the sh** out of me the other night! I got birthday presents! Yeah, they're a little early, my birthday's not 'till Sunday--but they are so awesome that I have to share! Mukluks!! From Nepal! And oh, they are
soooooo warm!! And although I know that Europeans didn't wear such items in period, we reasoned that I could wear them to winter events anyway, and they would look better than anything else I've got for footwear. Plus, I'll have toasty toes for a change! I do so want to make period shoes someday, but for now, Time and money constraints are preventing me from achieving that particular goal. Some day, though........look out, Manolo Bahlancs!!
But wait, there's more! Check out this bag:
Isn't that awesome? It's made of cotton blocks, each embroidered with Buddha's eyes for protection. I love it!! Put them together and I truly look like the chubby hippie-momma that I am, but so what? I'm happy! Life's too short to waste it trying to look like everyone else!
We bought them at a store called "Third Planet". It's my absolute favorite store, the only place in town where you can get fair trade items. And Buddhas. And Nag Champra incense. No, it's not a head shop--not really. There's not a hookah in the whole place (although you can buy rolling papers there....), just a lovely assortment of kitsch, hippie clothes, jewelry, wall hangings--fabulously eclectic place!
I'm at the age where I'm rather ambivelant about my birthday--I don't like the way they're piling up (I'm 51 this year), but I don't want to forget about them...... just yet. Especially not when I can get presents! :-D And wonderful, darling Lachlan always remembers my birthday! Such a fabulously un-male thing of him to do! When I was growing up, relatives would always come at Christmas and hand me a present while saying "This is your Christmas and birthday present!", and I would have to say "Thank You" when what I wanted to say was "You cheapskate! If that's the case, then you could have at least spent more than 10 bucks on it !" Ah, those days of yore.....and people wonder why I don't get nostalgic for my childhood. Oh, the tales I could tell! But my darling hubby always tries to make my birthday nice. Even if we're broke, he does some little something to make the day special. He has no idea just how much I appreciate that.
And my parents had forgotten about my birthday until my brother reminded them. Again. I mean, I can deal with not being the favorite child, really I can; but nearly always forgetting my birthday--really? They were there, after all. You'd think that an episode that resulted in stretch marks would be something my mother would remember, but no, she's blown it off for about the last ten years. And my dad's the same way. It's ridiculous. How do you do that? How do you forget your own child's birthday? And why does it still bother me so much? I keep expecting things from people that will never give them to me. What's up with that? Must be my inner child throwing a tantrum.
In keeping with my resolutions, I have been trying to meditate daily. I've held to the schedule pretty well--so far. I find I sleep a lot better if I meditate before bed--it's a lovely way of disposing of the day's garbage. Rather proud of that. I've also been trying to organize our home office before it is completely consumed by the No-Longer-Needed-Paperwork Monster. We have neglected our files waaaayyyyy too long, and the result is an office ankle-deep in dead tree matter. All of which makes it nearly impossible to find anything; makes it hard to write in here, too. So, everyday, I grab a bunch of papers off the top, make sure that they are no longer relevant, and feed them to our little paper shredder until it starts getting a little warm. I fear I'm in danger of burning the little guy's motor out! But what can you do? It seems like every sheet has personal information on it, and although I seriously doubt that anyone would steal our credit currently (it's probably worse than theirs), I don't want to take any chances. So, it's shred, shred, shred until the little shredder starts sounding a little put upon. Then, I try to write for an hour.
That's another habit I'm trying to establish--writing for an hour everyday. I don't always manage it, but I'm trying. You know, it seems like I'm busier now than I was when I was working! At least I can set my own breaks this way and rest whenever I need to. It still seems awfully unfair to Lachlan, though. Maybe I can make it up to him somehow, someday. I do hope so. In the meantime, I'll just have to settle for loving him with all my heart. *sigh* Such a tough job.......
Thanks for the birthday presents, Honey. I love you, too!