Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Please Stand By . . .

Feel free to make a wish while you wait.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Leftovers

I re-wrote my "Macaroni Mom" post for Segullah and I will be responding to Eve's tag soon (just in case you were wondering). If you would like to read my re-write, click here.
Have a Happy Memorial Day weekend!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Time Out

I'm taking a time out to think happy thoughts and do happy deeds. I'll begin by sharing three happy things.

1. My foot/leg is beginning to feel better
2. The bills are paid
3. My family is healthy

Be back soon.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Treading Water

That's what I feel like I am doing. I have been wearing my Cub Scout Treasurer hat for the last few days and it is exhausting--we are $100.00 short for our current fundraiser. I am not a CPA and crunching numbers makes me crazy so my blog (and my life) is on hold and I will hopefully return soon to respond to Eve's tag. (Sorry Eve.)

Excuse me while I go scream.

***Update*** The missing funds and booklets were found! Hooray! One more item to cross off my "To Stress About" list. *Whew*

Monday, May 7, 2007

Handy Thoughts

I have often heard the phrase, “I know it like the back of my hand.” What does that mean, really? How well do you know the back of your hand? Can you picture it in your mind? Unlike some, I apparently do not know the back of my hand very well. While looking over these lovely appendages recently, I noticed spots. “Hey! Whose hands are these? My hands don’t have age spots! And how come they look. . .wrinkly and that vein is kind of popping out?” I’m sure it didn’t happen suddenly; my hands have been gradually aging and I just didn’t realize it. Maybe the changes escaped me because I’m so busy using my hands, that I don’t really take time to sit and gaze at them. Between chopping vegetables for dinner, loading laundry into the wash, and typing at the computer, I haven’t stopped to notice the changes in the hands that serve me so well. Fortunately, the spots, wrinkles, and bulging veins (ew--I can barely write it) haven’t kept me from being useful.

I was reading an article in the current issue of Segullah. It made me wonder, “What do my hands say about me?” (Certainly they say that I’m not twenty anymore.) Can you tell very much about a person by looking at their hands? Probably not--unless the hands are moving. Can you tell very much about a person by the way they use their hands? I think so. If you like, read Melissa Young’s essay, “Hands” and tell me what you think. What parts do you enjoy and what thoughts stand out to you? Stop by Blog Segullah and let's talk about it.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

It's Official: I'm Crazy

I'm going to see a Doctor today about some pain I've been having in my foot and lower leg. It's so bad that sometimes I can barely walk. So what's crazy about that? Well, my appointment is two days AFTER I registered for the St. George Marathon.

Am I a runner? No.

Do I exercise regularly? Not really.

Do I have a lifelong dream of completing a marathon? Um, no.

Do I have a really cool brother that is running and
encouraged me to do so IF I wanted to? Yes.

Do I like the idea of having a big goal to get me moving and to push myself? Yes.

You decide. You may cast your vote in my comments section.
Crazy, Sane, Dreamer, Ambitious, WHAT?


Air. . .head?

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Surprise!

Hi friends!
It's Jennifer B. here. I was just checking in to share with you my new spring cleaning plan. In fact, I started a fresh new post just to catch you up and share a bit of my life with you. But I forgot something. Remember that goal I set? The one to only use the computer in the hours that my children are asleep or occupied? Well, I forgot. I thought I could sit down and write you all a lovely little note about how I am trying to clear out the clutter in my life and make a few improvements. While I began to type, however, I noticed a peculiar and yet strangely familiar crunching sound. My two darling boys were behind the sofa smashing eggs into the carpet. Isn't that fun? So you may or may not be hearing from me again soon. Excuse me while I go clean up and feel free to stop by the comments section to commiserate. I could use some encouragement.