Memorable Monday

I jumped out of bed and rushed in to the day's activities.  This never happens.

A change of bedsheets and the "dirties" put into the washer and then work on sorting paperwork for taxes. I had twelve hundred steps before even showering. That is an anomaly for certain!

Took the maternal unit to lunch and groceries and didn't overindulge in either one. Another rarity.

Was able to mark a task off of last weeks task list and didn't feel guilty about the delay in doing it. This is new.

Am still looking for my 'voice' and so am probably being way too much into the TMI zone, but this too shall pass.  I must remember, today is only week 4 of my new life.

20 downloaded iBooks (19 read)
15 projects on the to do list
10 dollars for lunch for three
5 thousand (plus) steps so far today (working up so don't crush my dreams)
4 boys in the house that make me happy (Blueman and the furry kids)
3 meatballs
2 slices of cheese pizza
1 "good hair" compliment from the maternal unit
And that's the day in numbers.

Tentatively psyched

Or maybe not so tentatively. This weekend's sermon, which I sat through twice was exciting because it spoke to things I have been getting the gospel goose about since our trip to Prescott earlier this month. Specifically my future, my desires - nay my need to find my next purpose.

I even passed the point of no return because I shared my feelings with my pastor.  So now it's out there and I really couldn't be happier.  There is need out there. I want to be a solution. Soon, I may have a direction to focus my energies into and I couldn't be more pleased. Tentatively psyched!

Prayers for baby B who came four or five weeks early. May He keep Mama J and Papa D from worrying too much for baby B.

Caught in the middle

its not always a bad place to be, caught in the middle.

I'm just noticing how often I'm there and I wonder how often I put myself there versus how often I get maneuvered there.

Growing up, I was often in the middle between the maternal dictator and the hotheaded hormonal older sibling. Now I realize said sibling was probably no worse than any other at the same age but at the time, I felt my name was peacemaker.
We are all much older now but I still feel like I'm in the middle. Maternal unit us showing signs of aging and sibling swings between Pollyanna like view and condemning MU to 24 hour care.

I am even coming to realize I'm in the middle in choir, too. Not the best, not the worst. I remember when I thought I was the glue, but after leaving and hearing them continue without me, it was pretty clear I was merely another voice in the crowd.

Sometimes the middle is within the house, between Blueman and the furry kids. Other times I'm in a battle between the kids and my need for alone in the chair time. The worst is when I'm caught between the cravings for something unhealthy and the desire to better myself.

I've been behind before and I'd like to think at least once I've been in the lead but mostly I'm in the middle. Now if I could just decide if that's where I'm supposed to be.

Those who serve(d)

Today was Bluemans procedure and I'm happy to report results were negative so major diagnostic box checked as no problem so onward we go.  While there we met some awesome people.  Marcy and colleague who both appreciated my crochet project and were wonderful. Brandon and Robert who were kind in their care of Blueman. Both are vets and Brandon and Blueman shared Navy/war stories so out three hour recovery went quickly.  He even explained some of the whys behind the departure instructions. I'm constantly amazed by these types of folks who truly seem to care about people.  Prayers of gratitude shoot up for professional healthcare workers who provide more than just a "service".

The sun will come out....

two days of rain in the southwest is enough to make you sigh because you get like 375 days of sunshine a year. That fact was exaggerated for effect.  After two WEEKEND days of rain the next sunny day was loverly.  I will pull weeds thus week, I almost promise.

I had an off week last week.  No desire to get steps in or make any sort of progress at anything. So this weeks fitness report stated I was down 65%. C'MON! I can see not meeting goals but down 65%??? Holy Mary! So now I know what I have to do. Say no to that horrible satanic treat of discount Valentines candy. Ohhhh it is so hard. Darn you 70% off chocolatey goodness, I mean badness.

Tomorrow will be a challenge as Blueman (the other half of my matrimonial unit) has a heart test tomorrow. I'm planning little rest overnight and a day filled with manic crafting while I wait impatiently for next steps. I'm not the most patient of people anyway and waiting for the unknown can be enough to make me a b on wheels. I shall endeavor to keep my inner mouthy demons contained.

Prayers of thanksgiving go up for friends CAK and RTB for being besties of the best.

Projects

So after sorting through fabric and purging a tiny bit, I needed two more bins for the balance. They needed to be clear 'cause let's face it, if I can't see it then I might forget I have it. Case in point, where did the green camo fabric come from?

I have decided to put Aunt L's quilt tops and my long ago started projects in a bin. After the baby blanket being considered and planned, I have two more gift projects for the year that will leave me free for fun stuff.  Yet to be determined fun stuff.

I will work on yarn projects while at the myriad of doctors appts that are scheduled.
After perusing other blogs I have gotten inspired. No new purchases this year unless abso-freaking-lutely necessary. My UFO pile will decrease as God is my witness. *picture a metaphorical fist in the air*. Many ideas came from random blog wandering. Many ideas. My dreams will probably sparkle with quilt pieces and yarn stitches!

Had a decent day with family even though we have had two days of rain and no one thought my favorite restaurant was as good as I did.
Oh and vanilla tootsie rolls are the bomb.

Erm a gerd, I'm such a nerd

Fabric, fabric, everywhere is fabric and I had access to a label maker so as of today, we are sorted by color and labeled delightfully.

The shocking thing, to me at least, was how much fun I had labeling things. I fear there must be something very wrong with me when I realized I was sad to have finished. I did stop short of looking for other things to type little white stickies for.

I hung up handbags and emptied another box.  Why do we need so much stuff? More importantly, is there anything else to label?

A wicked good buzz in a sacred place

I almost missed it. This not working and not knowing what day it is nearly got me in trouble. How apropos that it was the maternal unit's casual remark that got me in line. Thursday night is my night to get high. I'm wired for hours after I come home. 90 minutes of pure emotion whether it be frustration, boredom while waiting or just an overwhelming chord-gasm. You see, my weekly high is choir. The nerd in me comes out when I say that sometimes our 15-17 voices can make this sound that just hits me in the chest and nearly takes my breath away. There is nothing better than when we come together and make an awesome sound.

I'm so glad I went because today was a maelstrom.
Sleeping in good.
BMV visit of over an hour-tough.
Planning my financial future-good.
Hearing my finance guy lost his dad and his mom was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer-rough.
Having an alto not leave choir -good.
It's because she just found out she had to re-plumb her house before selling-harsh.

While I'm waiting to fill the next chapter in my life story, I'm certainly realizing how much I have and  that moving forward isn't always the direction you need to move in at this time.

Prayers up for T and his family, J and her house and for two girls who will stay forever young and the families that now have to figure out what life will be without them.

Separation and a hair trigger

I didn't ask to be separated. It was not my choice. I was rushing to get out the door and as sometimes happens, that's when I noticed something out of the ordinary.  In a rush, more happened, epithets were hurled and... My middle left toenail decided it was time to try and secede from the Union of my toe and foot. Damage control and a hefty bandaid kept things from going further south but who knew that a metatarsal malfunction was not going to be the only highlight of my day?

So... Another separation happened two weeks ago and I've been adjusting to and even enjoying this one. A stressful and overwhelming employment opportunity came to a decidedly quiet end and I've been decidedly celebrating my free time.  Imagine how...decidedly interesting...it was to hear that the almighty HR group was looking for a contact number for me.  They tried to call but left no message. Curious, eh?

At yet another medical appointment for the other half of my matrimonial unit, I was surprised to find this doctor did not agree with previous pain management doctor about said treatment. So more food for thought about that visit. More happened concerning food but that's just a story for another day.  Suffice to say, sanctions loom ahead so... "Enjoy tonight for tomorrow we diet!" er, I mean begin a new lifestyle food selection.process.

Inauguration Day 2017

Inauguration. The beginning or introduction of a system.... So my inaugural post should be wow! Great! Inspiring!
Alas as an introduction it will probably be somewhat less than stellar.
This is about me, my journey to find my own greatness (😏) as well as things that tickle my brain.
Perhaps upon your next visit you'll find amusement, commiseration or just a reason to shake your head and think "well that was interesting"!

...and away we go!