Monday, July 19, 2010

This morning I was passing along a compliment I received over the weekend about my kids. I told them that our dinner guests said that they were funny, smart, cute and well behaved. Sweet William said, "Yeah. That's how we always are."

Well. Mostly.


Friday, July 16, 2010

Really? I had a whole bunch of new traffic to this little slice of my headspace this week. And yet no one posted what they might try to do for 365 days?

Well. I've been thinking about it, and I've got a few things. But just in case you think my list is a little Pollyanna, I should tell you a few things that didn't make the cut.

Working out.
Having the sex. Sorry Honey.
Taking a photograph - tried that once. Miserable failure.
Writing a blog post. And really, everyone should be glad. I just don't have that much interesting stuff to say.

But I might be able to...

Tell my kids I love them, times 10
Tell Mr. G I love him, times 10
Say something nice about and/or to someone else
Count my blessings
Eat well
Recycle/reduce consumption/etc.
Read/learn something
Play with my kids

That's about all I've got right now.



Wednesday, July 14, 2010

A little blog surfing today led me to a post on Margo: Out and About with the header What would you be willing to do for 365 days in a row?

I'm thinking about it. But admittedly, its tough to be inspired about such things when you're downing 6 giant horse pill sized antibiotics every day. (Stupid summer cold...) So I'm not coming up with much.

What would you be willing to do?


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

No Z in Boise

This just so happens to be a particular pet peeve o' mine. Thanks Jewel!!


Friday, July 09, 2010

I always have such grand plans for Fridays. My kids are at the ‘rents house (“Mom, when are you going to leave so we can have fun with JUST Grandma and Grandpa?”) The promise of the afternoon stretches out before me. On Monday I start thinking of what I’ll do. Shop in silence? In stores with lots of things that will break or smudge or turn to dust if touched by little fingertips? Work on some artsy fartsy project involving toxic chemicals/welding/sharp knives/insoluble paint or other materials unsuitable for children? Ooooh…I know…take a book to the pool and lounge on a chair in solitude for hours…

Uh huh. Today I cleaned the house and did laundry. Which is pretty much what I do every Friday afternoon. Le sigh.

I’m not complaining though. I know that to have a job free afternoon, much less a kid free afternoon is a luxury.

And you can’t really complain about a clean house. So yay me. And thanks Mom and Dad.

I spent a lot of time in my own head today. Thinking about friendship, and how hard it is to maintain one at this phase of life. Thank God for cell phones and the internet or I don’t think I would be as passionate about my current career.

Earlier I was kind of mentally ranting to myself about how I only have a little bit of time to devote to people outside the 4 walls of this house. So the people who want a piece of me had better be really fabulous. Right? And then I had this little ah ha moment where I had to stop and wonder if I was living up to my own friend expectations. I really hope that I am. I mean that. If you are choosing to spend some of your time and energy away from your family, and directing said attentions toward moi, I hope that I am making you laugh, cheering you up, helping you de-stress, making you feel listened to and understood, telling you what an amazing person you are exactly when you need to hear it…whatever it is that you need from a friend. (Ok, getting drunk with you should probably include a couple other positive attributes. So lets dig deep peeps!)

I really and truly hope that I am. And if I’m not, feel free to call me on it.

And then my next thought was of a friendship that ended in a big ball of flames. It still makes me mad. It still makes me want to stomp my feet and shout that I was right and she was wrong. How could someone be so totally selfish and childish?

Well, said my all alone in my house with nothing to distract me from introspection self, maybe she was hurting so badly that she couldn’t bear to see anyone happy. Ever felt like that, Self Righteous One?

Ooooh. Yeah…Ok. Weeeeelll…

Something to think about next Friday while I’m folding clothes.


Wednesday, July 07, 2010


Happy birthday (one day late) to my beautiful Mom! She is my best girlfriend and an incredible role model. LOVE YOU MOM!! XOXOXO

We celebrated her birthday, and also my Uncle Barry's birthday (which is today) last night. Dinner was fabulous. Cashew crusted salmon fillets, roasted sweet onions, and a garlicky Napa Cabbage sautee. For dessert we were being indecisive, so we had homade strawberry shortcake parfaits, AND chocolate cake. Uh, yum.


Today marks 2 weeks of waking up with a dry pullup. Does that mean we are officially pottytrained?? Sweet William has decided after a week of practice peeing in the grass (and on the rocks, and in the sand, and in the lake, and on the road, and on a tree...) that he is ready to stand up at the potty. Gotta work on his control when the hose first turns on. (Note to self. Add clorox wipes to grocery list.)


The sun is FINALLY shining on us frozen little Idaho spuds. And everyone at Chez Golightly has a cold. Lame.


Our 4th of July was spectacular! Hope yours was too.

It seems like there should be a lot more to report, given that I am neglecting my little blog everso. But we are just busy living summer life. Both kids home all day means a lot of refereeing, chauffering, cleaning and entertaining. Wouldn't trade it though...