in twenty-seven days…

In my year of New, I’ve been learning so much about myself and embracing the life that I have. It seems ironic really, to focus on New and through that you embrace the Old. ha! Anyhow…

I’m growing up, which is a good thing I guess, since I’m weeks away from turning thirty-eight. That’s just a number really, it doesn’t mean much to me. Once, a long time ago, I thought it would. I was sure that I would one day look have a meltdown if I wasn’t my thinnest, prettiest, smartest and most successful version of self by the time I turned 30. {then of course it was 31, then 32, 33… 34… 35… You get the picture.} But really, age is just a number. I’ve known twenty-five year olds who are so mature they put most forty-year olds to shame, and twenty-five year olds who make my 3-year-old niece seem like a braniac with a stable plan. Age is just a number, like a belt size is just a number… We put too much stock in numbers.

My husband is those same weeks, plus forty days, away from turning forty. Unfortunately for him, he does NOT have the same outlook that I have regarding age, numbers, etc. You see, I’m lucky in that I had my emotional life crisis/breakdown the year I turned twenty-five. My poor guy hasn’t had his yet, and he keeps hinting that this birthday might be his downfall.

I made a rather detailed list (with sub-lists, who have sub-sub-lists with post scripts of their very own) of goals for 2014. I wanted to be goal oriented and intentional. So far, so ok. A bit above mediocre, really, but thankfully on my list is also Be Graceful with Self, so I’m on tip-top shape there. {If you’d like to see my progress, it’s here: January}

This is my list of goal progress, new things, or out of the normal bits for me and my life in February…

– I’ve stopped baking artisan bread weekly. I’m not a baker. I kind of wish I were because I’m in love with the idea of baking, and the way baking makes a home smell and feel.* {The * is to point out that I do not like the way the process/act of baking makes me feel… Maybe I need to perfect this more. I don’t know.}

– We bought a treadmill DIRT CHEAP. (Mostly because the husband is a runner and we’re stuck in a seemingly permanent state of Polar Vortex hell.) I’ve really grown to love it more than I expect, though my knee isn’t quite a fan yet.

– Playing the Cello has been a lifelong dream of mine and I actually took a leap and enquired about lessons. I’ve gotten a quote for rentals and the lessons, all of which are fairly doable, a few months down the road, I’d say.

– I’ve been a lover of tea for ages. I’ve had every box or type of tea ever given to me (even cheap, crappy teas) because, hell0- its tea! I wasn’t ever drinking it though, and had to be honest that it was silly to hold on to the clutter and waste of it. Though it pained me (a bit less than I’d expected), I cleaned out my tea jars, tins, tubs and boxes. It’s MUCH simpler now and my home only has teas that I love.

– Gift giving is my love language. It’s how I express (and receive) love. Rewind 7-10 years ago, I bought gifts (and too many) for everyone. Today, I’m much more intentional about the gift, and very selective about the recipient. HOWEVER, it recently occurred to me that it REALLY bothers me if I’ve given a gift to someone and they never acknowledge it. I realized that there have been times that I’ve excused this completely self-centered and rude behavior but was finally honest with myself that, no- I cannot accept that sort of treatment. So no more. Love language or not. I’m done giving gifts to people unless they are a part of my inner circle.

– I’m totally a morning person now. NEVER saw this coming. It did. Miracles happen. *Insert cheesy cliché’ here.*

– I’ve begun wearing a Fit Bit Flex and i LOVE it… LOVE it! I’ve had a few friends join me in FB Flexing and i love that too…

– For our intentional date challenge we did date #2 Fondue night out (super fun!), #3 we snuck out, complete spontaneity to grab soup and a coffee and see a movie we’d already seen, just so we could talk more about it. While we aren’t new to soup, coffee or rewatching movies, the spontaneity and doing it just so we could talk more in-depth about it was a little new to us, so it counted!  and #4 went to a local mechanical museum (for vintage arcade games and displays. A little creepy, but my engineer husband LOVED it) and went to an Indian restaurant where we had one of the best meals we’ve eaten in the past eleven months, hands down! (We had some catching up to do after his January time in Australia!)

– I did begin attending the women’s group I mentioned at our church, and I love it. I’ve met some really fantastic women.

– I do not love Valentines Day, at all. I do, however, deeply love my husband. I decided to give him 14 days of (mostly) cheesy/silly gifts leading up to Valentines Day in an effort to really help him feel loved and cared for. It can be hard when you work hard or have to travel sometimes, and I just felt like he needed to know. I don’t know who had more fun, (but again, my love language is gifts so… and his is not, but he still loved it.)

– I’ve started oil pulling, in the mornings. My gag reflex hates me, for the first few seconds, but honestly the results have made me a believer. I’m hooked.

All things considered, it was pretty successful month of NEW… Now March is my birthday month, and I always try to have fairly intentional birthday Months anyway, so I’m excited to see how it pans out. (Hoping we have some warm temps and melted snow… those are pretty NEW ideas…)

Did you learn, do or try anything new this month?

Twitterature…

Oh, February… And, here’s what I’ve been reading…
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Bittersweet by Shauna Niequist

In her follow up to the Celebration focussed Cold Tangerines, her collection of personal stories focus on the honest and bittersweet moments from her life. I love her voice and wish we were neighbors and IRL friends. #LOVE

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The Secret of Happily Ever After by Lucy Dillon

I had such high hopes for a light, friendship read. This isn’t it. I’m mustering through it. Maybe I’ll change my mind. The Dalmation’s name is Pongo. That’s the best I’ve got. #MehHowLuckyYouAreCover

How Lucky You Are by Kristyn Kusek Lewis

Three friends, their secrets, struggles, victories and overall individual stories while trying to maintain their friendships from afar. Maybe this is the friendship story I’m seeking, though not the lighthearted one. #hopefulimages

Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin…

Quite possibly most romantic story ever. (Colin Firth Imagined) Darcy and witty Lizzie Bennet. Perfection! (Also, nagging mother.) #Swoon #melt #darcy


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Mama & Boris by Carey Neesley

Peter, an American soldier fighting in Iraq, rescues a mama dog and her litter of pups. All die but one. Determined to save them, Peter shares his mission with his Michigan based sister Carey. After Peter is killed in the line of duty, Carey fights to bring the mama and her son home to be with her. (seriously, you guys… I can’t even get through those sentences without crying.) #TEARSThe_Book_Thief_by_Markus_Zusak_book_cover

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak… 

Have tried to read 2 other times. LOVE the film, but the book is a struggle. Third times a charm? Sadness and ODD writing style. #ugh #hereigoagain

I’m linking up with Modern Mr’s Darcy for Twitterature. An (attempt) to share what I’m reading, with you, while summing each book into 140 characters or less…

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Back to reality…

Yesterday, when I wasn’t in the position to sit down and write, I thought of a something I wanted to post about.

Remember!!! I hounded my often foggy brain. Apparently such harassment did little good. It was likely the best post I would ever have written though.

In part, I blame my back and knee for my forgetting. It probably isn’t at all their fault as I forget things without their aid, but over the weekend I aggravated a back injury from last year and am (it’s safe to say) in an incredible amount of pain. Somehow the back pain seems to be requesting backup in the form of my knee injury from a few months ago and, suffice it to say, I’m living the dream of an 85-year-old grandma this week. It’s pretty awesome. I’ve got my whining, gripes, gasps, aches, pains, limps, spasms, ice packs, warm blankets and a whole lot of tears and misery. Is it spring yet?

Just looked outside and all I saw was a curtain of blustery white. Guess not.

Allow me to side note for a moment, please… Why is this not a snow day? Our district has called snow days for less inclement weather. I guess it’s because, now that we’re well over our snow day allotment, the district is forced to be a bit stricter about what qualifies… Here’s a tip, next time a storm “might come”, over the weekend, let’s NOT call the last day before Christmas break off just in case.

I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound mean, or angry. It’s the back that’s to blame for that. And the winter. Heck, lets blame the winter for the back, since it was the winter that led to Chw and I getting the grand idea to spend the snow storm hunkered down as a family watching movies. Psh… {Though we saw some really great movies} But honestly, my back gets a little pissed at me if I sit on my couch for two movies in a row on a friday night. Doing that and movies all day on Saturday was flat-out stupid. (But still winter’s fault.)

Even my dogs, who generally love Outside, and pretty much everything (but short children, Emma finds them suspicious and not to be trusted initially) now look out the window and then sigh woefully and slump down. Enough already, winter, give some other season a chance! Why not let spring come early, for a change? Wouldn’t you like to rest? you have worked so hard…

Looked out the window again. Winter is pretty dang busy out there, so not really listening to my sob saturated pleadings anyway.

Last night, after dinner, we decided to play Scattegories for a while. I can’t tell you how many times tropical locations, tropical vacations and warm climate areas came up. Winter jaded much?

I hope that, reading this, you’re faring in better spirits… Next time I’ll post happier. Actually, I will! Tomorrow, I have a little sponsored giveaway! :)

On Money…

Gen and I ran to our local super-chain supermarket (Kroger) to pick up a few random essentials like apples, bananas, parmesan cheese, rolos and chocolate syrup- you know, just normal stuff… Waiting in line, the manager decides to assist and open a second checkout line. Lucky us!

I pay in cash, for my essentials. (in all fairness, the rolos were Gen’s.)

I receive $3.37 change. It’s by a complete fluke that I glance at the change and see a Canadian quarter in place of a good old-fashioned (and accepted at all stores domestically) quarter. “um, excuse me?” I say, politely.

She responds with a look.

“This isn’t accepted here, correct?” I mean, maybe I’m stupid… Maybe Canadian money is now the same as US currency. I don’t know.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Right, so can I get a quarter that is accepted here please?”

She looks at me as though I have asked her to not only hand over her newborn child but her sweet little pure-bread puppy as well. (assuming, of course that she has both.) “We don’t do that here.”

It is important, at this point, for me to point out that my hand has NOT moved, from where she handed me the change. I have not attempted to pull one over on her, with my quick handedness in and effort to cheat her out of an American 25 cent piece.

“um, here’s the thing. You GAVE me a quarter that you have admitted you can’t accept, and now you are refusing to exchange it for valid American currency. Do YOU see the problem with that?”

“It’s just a quarter, ma’am.” Oh, I wanted to Just a quarter her quarter… but what was I going to do? Ask for the manager? So I just stood there. Eventually her stubborn streak (not mine, I was the victim, of course) weakened and she said “I will make an exception just this once.”

So, for the record, so that we are all clear- And this comes STRAIGHT FROM MANAGEMENT- Kroger’s policy, should they give you unaccepted money is to not replace it with real money with value. To some people this might seem a bit underhanded but I guess it’s simply in store policy.

We keep a large jar full of change. Every year or so we roll it up (usually when it’s too heavy) and deposit in the bank. The last time it was done (and it was ALL American money, mind you) was right before we moved here, last March. I decided it would an interesting idea to go through the jar and see what we come up with. Well, we had eleven Canadian pieces, twelve British coins, 4 completely unknown coins that Gen immediately thought were “awesome” and two plastic pennies. No, I’m not kidding… PLASTIC pennies.

The moral of this story is, Michigan cashiers need to pay more attention to the money they accept and give as change. (as do we need to pay more attention to what we’re shoving in our pockets/coin purses/change jars.)

“What about this hat, with that coat you’ve never seen?”

Yesterday I had to pick up some cotton swabs and a box of cards. While at Target, I perused the aisles a bit. Since I’m still new to the lifestyle of no longer homeschooling, I thought it would be lovely to relish in the “me” time of browsing, but it wasn’t. With every aisle turn, my annoyance grew…

While I no longer have a little girl to clothe, I immediately felt sorry for the young, frazzled mom who was just trying to fit her distracted daughter for a dress for the school program. In all fairness, her daughter was distracted because Target had placed an entire Barbie display in the girl’s clothing department. Really, Target? Do you think some parent is going to go Christmas shopping for their child, in the clothing department and not even consider the toy department? Talk about selling your customers short. It’s not even good product placement…

Speaking of product placement and half of the reason I was there in the first place: cards. Um… What the heck? I don’t know if it’s just this new-to-is store, or all of them, but this is the first time EVER that I’ve seen the Christmas cards consume less shelf space/options than the tissue paper. Not to mention that the Christmas cards were in the farthest back corner or the store, next to the bagged snow.

Adding to this a customer service system that is deeply flawed (and short-staffed), a beyond inconsiderate woman who, with her card full of groceries and Rubbermaid bins, decided to have a fashion show of winter head-gear for the customer service rep- so as to get her opinion as to which pieces to buy to go with her coat THAT WAS AT HOME, and then proceeded to check out (in customer service) with her card full of then-room-temp groceries, leaving the ten of us in line to curse under our breaths while she talked on and on about why she was returning her copy of Ender’s Game.

I decided that maybe, for many months of the year, Target may be this magical refuge of a retail oasis. In December however, I suspect it’s akin to some kind of hell. People are rude, consumerism (from both sides of the spectrum) is nauseating and best to be avoided. If you feel I owe you a Christmas gift, and a home-baked good won’t suffice, please, enjoy some cotton swabs… or cross your fingers that I might redeem myself around your birthday because this girl is done with shopping until mid- January.