22 Day Countdown to Thanksgiving.

Day 1: TWEEZERS so that I don't have a uni brow or beard:)

Day 2: BEDTIME because some days I don't think I could make it later than 9pm with the monsters still living.

Day 3: ROAD TRIPS........but for two very different reasons!  I love to take road trips with my family because it usually means I'll finish a book or two.  Road trips with friends are equally as exciting because I get to be close, compact and connected with my soul sisters as we share our struggles and triumphs:)
Day 4: PERSONAL SHOPPERS I have a few personal shoppers. Generally, I do not ENJOY shopping, so they take care of me.  Today I'm wearing earrings that Heidi purchased for me because I needed something red and black for a concert last year. (I gave her one day notice;)) Ashley, Laura, Marci and Amy are sometimes called on when I need something, too.  After 9 hours of shopping, I'm super thankful that I have personal shoppers on call!!  I don't have to shop for myself either because my Mommy still buys most of my clothes and Amy's closet completes my wardrobe:)
Day 5: MULTIPLE BATHROOMS I am so sick of cleaning the toothpaste out of the sink twice a freaking day!  I can't wait until the kids bathroom is functioning again...the spit is out of sight to stopperbyers and I don't care if their sinks are full of toothpaste:)
Day 6: COACHES Ryan Travis and Aaron Hunt did a wonderful job coaching the girls soccer team.  All of the girls improved and were excited about soccer the entire season!  They did a great job communicating with the parents to make sure everything ran smoothly as well. Coaches in general, too.  Even bad ones are giving up their time to try to make youngsters play as a team and I think some people forget that.
Day 7: SAM.ADAMS.CHERRY.WHEAT.
Day 8: COUCHES  I'm not sure why I don't pick the spare bed, but when I pick to sleep on the couch, I can pretend NOT to hear the kids when they wake up in the middle of the night...like Aaron does 99.6% of the time!

Day 9: FREE TICKETS Thanks to the Cummings, I'm going on a date with my middle child.  She turned 5 today!!  Crazy!  Probably wouldn't have singled her out if we didn't have two tickets to a game. B-G-S-U
Day 10: CLOROX WIPES Sometimes in the business of life, there simply isn't time to clean the bathroom properly. 
Day 11: URBAN DICTIONARY hours of fun!
Day 12: COFFEE AND MAKEUP goodness, I need both badly today!
Day 13: FALSE THREAT OF SANTA NOT SHOWING FOR BAD CHILDREN
Day 14: RANDOM RUDOLPH SINGERS A man in a truck rolled down his window with Rudolph the Reindeer blasting on his radio.  He belted out in unison and I couldn't help but to laugh.  I told him Merry Christmas well before Thanksgiving!

Day 15: FRIENDS THAT ARE FAMILY A couple of my forever friends have family that doubles as my extended family.  I love them and I'm thankful for them. 
Day 16: MISTAKES BY THE HUBBY he allows me to poke fun at him and provides hours of entertainment. "Can you pick up a cake mix" Sure "This is ANGEL FOOD CAKE" yeah, so, it's confetti, like you like "AHHH, well, thanks for trying!"
Day 17: BIRTHDAY SLEEPOVER PARTY IS ONLY ONCE A YEAR Day 18: MEDICAL RELEASES- Ash can workout again!  Maybe my pants will fit again soon!?!
Day 19: FOR MY VALUE CITY UPBRINGING Luckily, I was raised on Value City.  I'm assuming that's the reason that I don't mind when all of my friends come over to my duct taped house that's falling apart. Or that I'm searching for a wedding band on etsy rather than a jewelers because we really can't afford a fancy new ring right now. 
Day 20: FACEBOOK  I was TOTALLY grumpy after waking, dressing, feeding and dropping the kids at the babysitter BEFORE 7am.  Wanted to break something when Aaron said they added to his schedule this week...AGAIN!  12's most of the week...and really crappy 12's to boot (3a-3pm)!  BUT then a bunch of women commented that they were frustrated too and it made me feel less alone.  Less want to break something.  By the end of the day I felt bad for my hardworking hubby and sad that the kids will not get to enjoy him, but not bitter.

Day 21: TRAINS, PLANES AND AUTOMOBILES NOT the movie.  The actual transporting devices.  Michigan, DC and Texas in the house tonight!:) Can't wait to have my house full of giggles and hugs and stories and YAY!  Love having so many of my friends in one place:)
Day 22: MY INABILITY TO COOK All I have to bring is sweet potato casserole tomorrow and for that I'm thankful:)



Best wishes for a safe and happy holiday.  Gobble gobble!

 

Conversations with Crackheads: Angel Food Cake

Earlier in the week I called Aaron while I was shopping at Meijer. 

Hey, do we have any cake mix?  I need to make one for Friday.

Yea, I bought one for your birthday, but your psycho friends made one so I didn't have to.

Ok, sounds good, see you soon.

Yesterday was a LONG day. At 8:30 I turned on the oven and searched for the cake mix. 

Honey, where is the cake mix?  Please tell me that this (holding the box of ANGEL FREAKING FOOD CAKE) isn't what you were talking about!!

Yea, that's it.

Ummm, this is angel food cake...NOT CAKE!!! (With a little, ok, a LOT of eye roll AND attitude)

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Ring, ring, ring.  Come on! Answer the phone!!

 

Message:  Hey, call me back, I need to know if I can make an angel food cake in this big annoying pan that I bought so that I could make the chocolate chip cake that you make except, well, you know how that turned out when I attempted to make that.  Call me!

 

*Shrug* It looks the same shape as an angel food cake, I'm sure it will work.  It says 10X4, that's what this thing is.  Pour, mix, dump, plop in the oven.

 

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Ring, ring, ring. 

 

Hey, what's up?

 

Never mind, I already decided to make it in the pan I found.

 

Oh no, what are you making?

 

Angel food cake for the girls birthday party tomorrow. My friend and her annoying husband are starting to laugh at this point in the conversation.

 

Ummm, what 8 year old likes spongy, angel food cake?

 

I calmly explain to her that my husband THOUGHT that since it looked like the confetti cake that I enjoy on the front of the box, that it was confetti cake, not ANGEL FOOD confetti cake!!  But, no worries, I'm sure it will turn out great!  And who cares? They're 8 year olds, they'll eat anything!

 

PLEASE TELL ME YOU SPRAYED THE PAN GOOD!! (WITH MORE ANNOYING LAUGHTER FROM HER AND THE PEANUT GALLERY AKA J)

 

No, it specifically said do not spray the pan!

 

OMG, Laura, that pan ALWAYS needs to be sprayed!! (WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN HER FACE FROM LAUGHTER).  I'll make them a cake!  What kind do they want?

 

Girls, do you want the cake Mommy made or do you want the other Laura to make you one?

 

No offense Mom, but can Laura make us one?  How about chocolate with chocolate frosting?

 

SURE! FINE! THAT'S FINE!

 

Just for the record.  The angel food cake turned out FINE!  (Okay, so I might have had to pull the spongy cake out of the pan and piece it together, but still;))

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

Happy Effing Friday

 

So, it's birthday party weekend so any downtime I'm going to need to work out the last minute details, but this post is for Keri since she's too cool for facebook:)

 

Happy Effing Friday!

All We Can Do is Keep Breathing

A couple times when my lover called last week, I had to remind myself to be strong.  I worked hard not to let my voice waiver as she drew upon my strength. When we were out shopping, I couldn't hide behind the telephone and I think she caught a few of the tears as they fell, but I hugged her and told her I loved her anyways. 

Her calls brought me directly back to my experiences with Hospice. I knew her fears, her worries, and the ending.  I would hang up the phone with her and listen to the song "Keep Breathing" by Ingrid Michealson and pray. I'm not sure if my prayers mirrored theirs?  I prayed for a safe exit.  I prayed for her family to stand united in their decisions and act with love and grace.  

I think they were probably praying for another good day, another good week.  I remember the roller coaster ride.  At the top of the hill I would pray for another peak; just give me one more day when he can talk to me.  At the bottom of the hill I would pray to end the suffering; don't make me witness this another day, not another hour, not another minute. 

When I listened to my friend, I didn't pray for one more day.  I prayed for a quick, safe exit with minimal suffering. Death is tough, but the roller coaster makes it worse.  She was called on a couple separate occasions: "this is it, come say goodbye" and then her uncle would rally. 

I remember calling my brother.  You should come home, J, I think it's time.  And then my Dad would wake up and talk to me about when I was younger or ask for my kids or tell me to go to work. Everyone would fill with excitement and hope, but the ending doesn't change when you agree to Hospice care.

All I could do was keep breathing as she would tell me about her fears, her worries.  They were mine only a couple of years ago. I wanted to reach through the phone and make it better, less painful, less real. 

But some things you simply can't make better.  Not even with the most perfect words.  Not even if you shop for hours to find the most perfect gift.  Not with the most sincere hug. 

Because the most perfect words aren't coming from the right person.  The perfect gift isn't from the one you just lost.  Everything stands still, but it's different.

As Thursday quickly approaches, I have to remind myself, "All we can do is keep breathing".  I have to remind myself so that I can remind my friend and her family, my extended family, that all they can do is keep breathing.

I need my lover to know that even though I don't hug as good or as tight or as perfectly as her uncle, I'm always here for one when she needs it.  I'm even willing to share my uncle with her because he gives really good hugs, too.  She said that's what she'll miss the most: his hugs.  What a perfect thing to be remembered for!!  HUGS: the perfect words, the perfect gift, the perfect love, all wrapped into a warm embrace. 

I need her family to know that they're welcome to a hug from me anytime, too.  And that even if  I let a few tears escape when I hand out the hugs, that I'm lending you all my strength, too.  Because you did the same for me, until I could breathe again without reminding myself to do it.

In Tom's very words, from his obituary linked below, "Don't cry for me, I'm the lucky one. I get to go home. I didn't fight cancer for the past year. I lived my life to the fullest and enjoyed every day God gave me. I'm going to see my daughter Jennifer. My mom and dad will be there to greet me and I can finally find out if dad has been doing any farming in Heaven. I'll now have the time to chum around with my buddy Jack Wagner and see how much trouble he's gotten into. The hardest part of leaving is saying goodbye, after that it should be smooth sailing. If you want to see me again accept God's plan of salvation, it's the only way to enter into the gates of Heaven. I want every one of my family and friends there, so please don't let me down, it's going to be so great."

 

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/toledoblade/obituary.aspx?n=thomas-burdge&pid=161037244#fbLoggedOut

 

 

Until we get there,

All we can do is keep breathing.

 

Breathe in, breathe out, move on.

I have family and friends dealing with actual problems.  Addiction, depression, death, sadness. 

None of their stories are mine to tell.

This one is.

I get hives when I'm stressed.  When I'm stressed, I can't sleep.  When I can't sleep, my mind is unkind.  It wanders.  It's unsatisfied.  It doesn't turn off.  When I can't turn my mind off, it chases thoughts that I don't want to follow. My chest feels heavy and a hive appears.

Lately it's a vicious cycle.  I started working out again and that does seem to help some, but I'm still getting the hives.  The knot in my shoulder is still aching; a constant reminder that I'm unable to release all of the anxiety.

The thing is, I don't have one thing that I should be stressed about, yet the ugliness is still there.  I'm quick tempered with the kids and they're whiny because they haven't been sleeping well either.  I thought the weekend away with my girls would do the trick, but when I returned home, I was still snapping over nothing.

We were the normal busy all week, but instead of running myself ragged trying to maintain the house during the madness, I went to bed with the kids...every.single.night. except Thursday!  Instead of cleaning, I cuddled.  Instead of girls night with my girlfriends, I spent girls night with my baby girl.  Instead of laundry, I went to the park with my baby boy.  I helped a stranger with her baby at a baby shower.  I let tears fall in front of 500 people as I prayed for a cure. I squeezed my friends hand because I needed her to know that I'm here while she misses her loved one.  I went to church and listened to the wise words that my friend always offers.

And you know what?

All of us are feeling better now.

The monsters just needed their Mommy to be present. I just needed to relax.  Take a deep breath.  Pray.

Now that I'm feeling better, I'm more aware of the importance of rest. Good thing I'm feeling rested and ready to conquer the world...birthday sleepovers, family fun party, and family outings to finish off the birthday month!!

PS:  There are a couple people that think I can do it all.   Just so you know, I sent rice crispy treats in for Camille's birthday.  Plain.old.ricecrispytreatswithafewsprinklesontop.  Not a cute pinterest treat, not even cupcakes.  Melted butter and marshmallow mixed with cereal.  I plan to do the same for Keegan AND Lilly. (I bet the kids don't notice the difference;))

Source: katsdailyinspiration.blogspot.com via Laura on Pinterest

Is it all an act?

This weekend was amazeballs. I skipped and hopped and twirled and laughed my way through a nine hour day of shopping. Admittedly, I was OVER it after 8 hours and started whining a little, but 9 hours is extreme, even for people that love to shop!

During conversation with a couple of my besties this weekend, I told them that I was going to learn to sew. (Not like actually create a piece of clothing (and certainly not make a freaking costume like Mel), but, you know, run-a-hem-in-pants type of sew;)). They said they would like to learn, too.

I said, "Well, great! When my friend comes over to teach me, you can come, too!"

I don't think she would like the "you" that you are around me. (and my other friend agreed)

Hmmmmph. (That's the sound of deflation)

I dismissed the statement quickly while hiding most of my sadness at that thought in, but hmmmmph, it's still there, in the back of my mind.

Well, crap! Do I act differently around different groups of friends? Why would she not like the "me" I am when I'm with another circle of friends? How do they think I act when I'm with other people?

So, now I'm trying to digest this thought. I like to think the answer is no, I don't act differently around different circles. BUT two of the people that know me better than most think that I do. Hmmmppph.

Both of the hoochies that I went shopping with are very good at knocking me down a few notches when I need it AND building me up when I need a step ladder. Either way, it's good to reflect and think about who you are and what you believe from time to time.

Is it an act? Am I being myself? Or the people pleaser that is often expected out of me? Who "gets" to see the real me? Who is the real me? 

In the end, the one looking back in the glass is who you end the day with; the one you have to be satisfied with when the day is done.  I'm still working on the person that I see when I look in the mirror. She still needs a lot of work, but I'm trying!

 

 

 

 

 

 

150

Recently, while hanging out with my lover, who certainly qualifies as one of my 150+ stable social relationships, she told me that she heard that any one person can only have 150 meaningful relationships.  She continued her statement with: "if this is true, you're effed!":)

Anyways, I looked it up:)

Per wikipedia: Dunbar's number is a suggested cognitive limit to the number of people with whom one can maintain stable social relationships.  These are relationships in which an individual knows who each person is, and how each person relates to every other person. No precise value has been proposed for Dunbar's number. It has been proposed to lie between 100 and 230, with a commonly used value of 150.

Ok, so hmmm, 150.  I'm going to base my experiment on a 2 week period of interaction via telephone, text, email, face to face or private messaging.  Not, scroll through, read the first sentence of your rant and become instantly annoyed with your complaining and move on type of interaction. Not simply "good morning" at church, but actual interaction, on a regular basis. 

I've had my phone for almost 2 weeks now (YAY!! I LOVE MY NEW PHONE:)).  I have messages from 70 different friends.  If you include my call history, there are another 10/15 that are not included in the text number first mentioned.  5 co-workers.  5/8 regular Bible Study attendees. 10/15 church friends that I talk to outside of church on a regular basis.  5 friends that I sit with each Monday at gymnastics. 15 family members that I talk to at least every two weeks. 5 out of state phone buddies that I bitch about life to on my commute to and from work.  Well, what about all the kids in my life, do I count them?  If you count my 10 closest friends, that adds about 25 kids to the mix.  What about the kids I force to talk to me every Sunday, add another 5 to the mix.

I reached the magic number 150 pretty easily and I didn't really have to exercise my brain. That's without looking at facebook (and we all know how I LOVE to fb;)) or my friends' family that I love and care for.  Or how about my extended family?  Or friends that I'm closer to during soccer or softball or volleyball?  What about the friends that you don't talk to forever and then pick up right where you left off?   Oh, that doesn't include my own husband and monsters;)

I think it's certainly possible to maintain more that 150 stable relationships at once.  Sometimes that means that you will be exhausted and might not want to attend a birthday party or a baby shower, but you do it anyways. Or heaven forbid, you might not want to visit with your very own family at the end of a long weekend, but you can't tell them no!

It's certainly not for everyone, but it's possible.

What do you think? Do you agree with Dunbar or do you have space in your heart for more than 150 people?

PS:  I completely understand the need to recharge and this is probably why I'm not actually "Effed"...even though I maintain more than 150 meaningful relationships.  I snuck a vacation day in today because I needed to recharge and reconnect.  I didn't tell any of my friends or family until that day that I was taking off to spend time with them.  I didn't make a million different plans.  I didn't play on my cool new phone.  I waited until everyone was sleeping to write. I simply focused on the relationships that are most important to me and I'm pretty sure they enjoyed my surprise vacation day as much as I did:) 

PPS: My lover and her family (even though she doesn't particularly want to try to disprove Dunbar's number) could use some prayers.  Since I love her, I'm more than willing to share my prayer warriors, (you know, the more than 150 of you that click on the blog when I post it to facebook;)).  Please pray for her aunts and uncles as they fight the super yucky diseases they are up against.

PPPS: I could use a few more prayers while we're on the subject! For a few children that I know dealing with tough family lives...and a few more for a facebook friend that is living her life here while her husband serves out his 39 weeks of service in foreign territory (praying nightly, Becky!).

When you need prayers, it's wonderful to know that you have more 150 meaningful prayers coming your way;)

PPPPS: Funny post about another persons attempt to disprove Dunbar's number (he failed...and I'm sure I would too if I tried his experiment:))
http://www.wired.com/underwire/2012/03/dunbars-number-facebook/