Thursday, July 26, 2012

At Rest

Julius plays hard and then naps hard, usually in the last place he was playing.

I know it won't be long until he's a full grown cat. I need to remember these moments.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

List Seven: Things I Want to Remember To Do

1. Send handwritten letters. I'm setting a goal of at least two a month.

2. Visit the farmers market. I love it but just don't go as often as I could considering it is literally right up the street from where I live. The grocery store is so much easier but yet I know what a difference it makes to the farmers in my community so I'm going to try to be better about this.

3.  Random Acts of Kindness. Here is a really good list of totally do-able ways to pay it forward.

4. Say "Yes" to my daughter more often. Especially when she wants to invite one (or two or three) of her annoying little friends over. ( I did this one today and had three little girls in my place at once. It wasn't that traumatic.)

5.  Go to more fountains. I've been thinking about Jamison Square a lot lately. Maybe on Sunday.

6.  Finish some of my "in progress" craft projects that are lying about.

7. Finish reading some of the "in progress" books that are lying about.

8. Go vegetarian for a week.

9.  Kiss my husband before he kisses me.

10. Listen to more music.

11. Sit down and draw with my daughter.

12. Take the dog for a really long walk.

13. Remind the boy how proud I am of him.

Monday, July 23, 2012


Jay and I have always been fairly responsible when it comes to choosing our pets. We choose ones who may otherwise go unwanted and we aren't usually easily swayed by the cuteness of a kitten or puppy. But I'll admit that lately I've had the urge to once again hear the pitter patter of little furry feet. I don't remember the last time I had a kitten. It's been a while.

Enter Julius, bought for a nominal fee off of Craigslist from an older fellow who found a litter of kittens in his shed and was "trying to not get too attached to them":

Julius enjoys snuggles, playing, and napping. And because he doesn't mind the dog licking him from head to toe, I think he's going to fit in just fine around here.

(In related news: If you've been reading here a while you'll remember that over a year ago we gave our chihuahua to someone who we thought would love her more than we would. I'm happy to report that Sadie is doing amazingly well and her new Mommy dotes on her constantly and, to our astonishment, was even able to teach her tricks. A happy ending for all.)

Friday, July 20, 2012

Things I'm Into Right Now

Just a short list of some of the things making me happy right now:

My nesting doll measuring cups:
I never use them because I don't want to run the risk of breaking one. But they make me happy every time I go into the kitchen.

While we're on the subject of nesting dolls, check out these golfers:
I'm always on the lookout for some interesting new take on the classic Russian Doll and since I live with a golfer, I couldn't pass these up.

My daughter's art, framed and sandwiched between our store bought art:

It's things like these that make our small rental a home.

And, while on the subject of art, the boy's idea of it:

A framed still shot from Grand Theft Auto, ironically situated right next to our Jesus for whom Jay likes to draw speech bubbles. Proof that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder and what constitutes art is subjective.

Egg Cups:
The ultimate portion control.

My new shoes:
These, like all of the other objects on the list, were Goodwill finds. My thrifting luck lately has been exceptional.

Other random things making me happy:

*Jay and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary on Monday. We got up early and went to Einstein Bagels for breakfast, just like we did on our wedding day.

*The boy turned 14 on Wednesday. He asked for (and received) expensive skin care products, some new shorts, and for us to take him to see Ted with his girlfriend. At the end of the day, he said it was "a really great day." (If only I had been allowed to sit next to him at the movie theatre.....)

*The town I work in is having a parade on Saturday and Lucy will be on the float for my store. She is convinced the event will make her famous.

*That font of endless energy and good ideas, Theresa, set up a pen pal program for our young girls. Lucy gets to send and receive mail and I get to teach my daughter the lost art of letter writing.

It's been odd around here lately. Busier than I like it to be. I have some health stuff going on (nothing serious but I'll be glad when it's taken care of) and there's some financial stuff going on as well (serious, but so far it is wrapping itself up nicely.) August is looking to be a busy month for us and I'm anxious to get through it all unscathed. If I could have one wish it would be to sleep until Fall. Screw all y'all, I'm taking a month long nap.

Friday, July 13, 2012

July 13th 2012

Oh poor neglected blog, has it really been that long? It has.

Summer is taking its annual toll on me. The weather is hot, the air is dry, and the sun relentlessly beats down on me day after day. I have no energy and my creativity has all but disappeared. I go to work, come home, interact with the family to some very minor extent, go to bed and then wake up to do it all again the next day. I rarely even get on the computer. (That's not entirely true. I use the computer nightly in order to get on Pinterest and look at cat pictures and cupcake recipes.)  I truly don't know how I lasted in Florida as long as I did, considering how miserable I am during Oregon's few warm months.

In a recent email, Visty, who is also from Florida, mentioned that even though she loves the warm weather, the prolonged heat brings back bad memories of Florida, and I think that may be where I'm at. 
The rest of the year's grey skies and cloud coverage make it easy for me to forget that I'm not a native Oregonian. In fact most folks are surprised to find out that I'm from Florida, because I just fit so well here. But then this time of year rolls around and when all the true Oregonians are soaking up the few fleeting moments of sunshine, I'm hiding out in my bedroom with the curtains closed, praying for the sun to go down. I don't quite know what to do with myself in the summertime and Florida flashbacks, bits and pieces of my previous life, come back to haunt me in my down time.

Dear Fall, you can't come soon enough.

Last weekend we decided to embrace the heat and take a day trip to Seaside. We crammed a cooler full of goodies with the goal of having a beach picnic. The joke was on us because it was 50 degrees and windy at the beach. Really, we didn't mind.

A few shots from the day:

Here's the girl throwing the rest of my fancy farmer's market blueberries to the damn dirty seagulls:
The temperature on the way home:
Heading home, we took a short detour into Washington, because, hey, why the hell not? There were road crews working on the bridge and traffic was down to one lane. When we got to the top, we were stopped by a flagger and we were there for probably close to ten minutes.
I've never actually stopped on a bridge before, it was an odd feeling. Not one I necessarily want to relive anytime soon.

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Random Thoughts

*Lately my daughter keeps talking about church and how she wants to go. Jay and I, of course, have no interest in this but we're trying to be supportive. My friend Kim goes to a very welcoming, non-judgy church so I'm thinking of allowing the girl to tag along with her. This is weird territory for me to be navigating but I remember Daphne once telling me how when she was growing up her parents allowed her to explore a lot of different faiths, even some of the more off beat ones. And since I respect Daphne and think she has a pretty healthy take on religion and god, I think the idea of letting the girl go with a trusted friend will be the route we take. Now I think I may need to buy the girl some church shoes.

*Is anyone else loving the new Fiona Apple album as much as I am? (I know Jessie is.)

*I've been tinkering around with the layout of the blog and I'd love to hear your thoughts. It looks good on my end but I'd love to know if there is anything weird going on when you view it on your phone or a different size screen. I've increased the size of the pictures A LOT. Are they vulgar big?

*July is a big month for our family. Jay and I will have been married for 15 years and the boy will turn 14. I predict a lot of cake this month.

*I read this really good article in More magazine about friendship. Specifically, the article was about how one woman's rejection by her close friend led her to become a better friend. Towards, the end of the article the author writes this:

I tend my friendships better now. I listen more and gently probe beneath the surface of things. More often, I remember the occasion or make the date, even though the timing may be less than convenient. Friendship isn’t convenient. People don’t know by telepathy that you care, and you can’t keep them suspended in time until you’re ready. So I make dates rather than mere promises. 

I'm not always the best friend. Not a bad friend, but a lazy one. I don't always answer the phone when I should, I suck at remembering important dates, I take too long to answer e-mails,  and I rarely initiate things like meet ups or coffee dates. I should do these things because I always feel better when I do, but on a day to day basis, it just doesn't occur to me to be the type of person who does these things. 

Fortunately, I have a lot of people in my life right now to help me with this. 

A few weeks back my family went over to Visty's house for dinner and games. The night was a success. Our families got along-even the moody teenage members-and there were moments I laughed so hard my sides hurt.  But when Visty and I were setting it up, she said, "We need to just do this. We need to set a date and make it happen." I agreed, but added that it's just so much easier to go home and take off my bra and get into my jammies. She said, "Yeah, I know, but you can take your bra off at my house."
I think that's my new requirement for all future friends: Can I take my bra off at their house?