I have a great desire to chat with you gentle reader, despite the fact that I really have nothing important to say. So I’m going to pretend we’re on a porch swing somewhere relaxing and exchanging idle thoughts. By the way, I am imagining you are wearing a cute pair of espadrilles. Because in my head you are you are casual, yet subtly classy. Plus I just like the word ‘espadrilles.’ Additionally let me tell you right now that those pants you are wearing make your butt look really skinny.
Now let us proceed with our chat.
Yesterday we officially restarted the school year much against my offspring’s will. The children attempted to rebel against my supreme authority, but I know how to get them in a good chokehold and shove knowledge directly into their skulls if need be, so eventually they ceased with their incessant whining and got with the program. However, I was sympathetic to their plight (I hated saying good-bye to vacation as well) so we eased into our studies. A little math review, a bite-sized amount of grammar, some piano practice, some reading, and call it good.
I think the easing approach is the best. I also use it in the swimming pool as I slowly inch my way into the freezing water. Some people adhere to the ‘jump in and get it over with approach.’ I call those people sadly misguided. My heart’s already pounding from having to wear a swimsuit in public, it doesn’t need the added shock of jumping into a frigid pool. If I did I’d probably have a heart attack and die which would be unpleasant for everyone. Who wants a dead body clad in a floral swimming suit floating around?
I ease into most things in my life. I’m not a band-aid ripper offer. I leave the band-aid on until it falls off in the shower on it’s own. No drama, no pain, no fuss. So what if it can take a week for the adhesive to weaken sufficiently? I’ve got time.
I’m quite put out by the weather here in Indiana. Where is the snow? The only thing that can get me through the post-Christmas letdown is a good snow with lots of sledding. However, today my kids played outside in sweatshirts! I’m terribly vexed about the whole thing.
Of course if it was snowing, we couldn’t chat out here on my fictitious porch swing and you wouldn’t be wearing such cute shoes. So I’m just going to say, “Silver lining,” and move on.
I’m thinking of getting a new purse with some of my Christmas money. I’m really drawn to some of those nice chunky ones with the more exotic colors, but I’m not sure I can sufficiently rock that look. I’m feeling a little old. This year I’m going to be thirty-nine. That’s almost forty, which used to seem so senior citizenish to me when I was in my twenties.
Seriously, even ten years ago I imagined that when I reached forty I’d be worried about cholesterol, wearing bifocals, and sedately doing the crossword puzzle on Sunday mornings instead of trying to sneak in a little quality naked time with my husband.
I was so wrong. Now forty doesn’t seem that old at all. But it might not be young enough to wear that purse with confidence. Advise me, gentle reader, advise me.
How are you doing with this whole election year hoopla? Yeah, me too. The name calling and back-biting that goes on in politics makes me sick to my stomach. And why, for the love of all things holy and good, does it take SO EVERLASTINGLY LONG? Honestly, most of us have made up our minds long ago. Let’s just have all the primaries and caucuses in a three month period and call it good.
(Whenever I say the word ‘caucus’ I immediate channel Tim Gunn. This is the consequence of watching ten Project Runway episodes in a row over Christmas vacation. So right now in my head I’m telling my favorite Republican nominee “Make it work!” in a dapper and refined voice. Oh Tim Gunn I *heart* you so freaking much. Why don’t you run for president?)
So anything new with you? It’s your turn to randomly vent, stream of conscious style.
You can and should get the loudest, most fun, most age-inappropriate purse that you fall for. And then just rock it, because you are awesome and you can!
Jen, I like how you think.
I volunteer to go purse shopping with you and regale you with my strong opinions on your future shoulder wear.
Sounds like an awesome plan!
Yes to the purse! You can totally rock it!
Ami,
Let me just say, I appreciate the comment about my butt looking skinny in these pants. Nobody has said that to me in a LONG time. Doesn’t help that I’ve put on 25 lbs. since we moved her 4 years ago. Right now I’m on a no sugar kick and hitting the gym in hopes to work some of it off. *heavy sigh*
The weather here is crazy, too. Hoodies and sweaters and I even opened the window while driving the van today to cool off a bit. It makes running errands pleasant and I can still wear my vibrams (yes I wear those crazy barefoot style shoes). We have a new sledding hill near the church house just a mile from here and it’s looking like it will see very little use this winter. Occasionally I see kids in the middle of it as if they hope it will snow just because they’ve gone to the sledding hill. Quite frankly, I’d like to try out the new hill myself.
As for the election, I really need to pay more attention, but I don’t want to get burned out on it too soon. Utah’s caucus isn’t until the end of June. Ours is the very last one. UGH. So unless it’s a close tie, our votes won’t make much of a difference. Who knows, we’ll see. My honey does keep me informed of his opinions about the people running and why they wouldn’t make a good president.
On my front porch I tried to grill dinner tonight. I was so looking forward to it, although it is difficult grilling in the dark. Matt has had trouble getting the grill to work but I hadn’t had any trouble at all. Yes, that’s past tense. I turned on the grill and everything worked fine, so I let it heat up a bit and went out with my pork chops and slapped them on. I closed the lid and walked away. Figuring the flames would stay low due to the cold outside and the “trouble” Matt’s been having, I left it on high instead of turning it down. After spending 5 minutes talking to Matt about what troubles he’s had with the grill, I went back out to turn them over. I found flames coming out the back and could see a bright light of flames inside below the lid. UGH. Nothing like flame broiled, no CHAR broiled pork chops. I shut off the gas line and shut off the burners and then just let it burn down. The temperature gauge measure 750 degrees. Holy Crap! I’m SO grateful my house didn’t burn down. Matt says it help that the house is brick. After removing the burned chops, I started over. Grilled tuna and cheese sandwiches…in the house.
Glad to hear that you’re easing back into school work for the kids. I’m impressed at your diligence. I think I’d be checking myself into the insane asylum if I had to homeschool all four of mine. I do have a teaching degree, it could be possible, but I’d rather not try.
Anyway, until next time, now that the sun is down, it’s cold out here!
Hugs,
Christy
This was the most enjoyable non-streamlined stream-of-conscious front porch chatting I’ve had in a long while. I’m sipping lemonade at my computer, actually.
I’m going to be 39 this year too! Get an awesome purse – I’ve found that Macy’s has some awesome after Christmas sales
Just started reading and I am enjoying – followed a link from Robin at Pink Dryer Lint
I’m glad you found me!
I won’t mention my age, because I think we’re way past that now.
I definitely think you should that screams, “YOU NEED ME!” at you. BUT do take Casey, so its not a disaster and so you ACTUALLY buy something…insert here the proverbial tree-in-the-woods.
This year, I’m not paying attention to the politics until our primary, I’m sick of my guy getting railroaded before I have the chance to give him my vote. This year I’ll decidedly decide on the leftovers. Sure wish there was ONE primary day just like there is ONE election day
I procrastinated the heck out of this week, minus the housework…I might end up in tears by Tuesday…cursed books, why do I love them so! Wretched tired body! How come I can’t stay motivated past 1pm? Come nap time productivity around here PLUMMETS!
lets have more conversations, that was fun, and I’ve had two requests for your family’s presence at my house in the coming week…gotta date?
I definitely intended to make a complete thought when I was attempting to suggest that you find a PURSE that screams, “You need Me.” Deflated.
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Get a green purse. Red screams “I’m trying to be young still!” and red or purple will scream “I think I’m awesome because I’m in that Red Hat Society…”. Green is young and fresh without the sympathy glances.
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