2014 11 05 16.33.50 Perspective

For my entire life (well, since my feet stopped growing, anyway), I have suffered the woes of having big feet. Size 11s do not grow on trees. And sometimes, a shoe that looks cute in a size 7 or 8 looks ridiculous when stretched out to be big enough for us big-footed ladies.

Imagine my delight in the discovery that in the right setting my feet actually look, dare I say it? Petite? Well, when compared to my boys’ size 15 feet in their brand-new size 15 basketball shoes, they do.

I was telling a group of people the other day that when I post on the Internet, I try to think about whether or not I would be willing for my words (or pictures) to show up on the front page of the New York Times. So often, what I post is probably silly to many, but if I don’t mind the world knowing about that particular silliness, I don’t mind posting it. And while my children would probably hate it if their feet were splashed all over the news, they are going to die of parental-induced embarrassment any day now, anyway, so there’s not much I can do about that. (Srsly, that’s a real thing. I looked it up on the Internet, and you can believe everything you read there).

If the NYT question doesn’t work for you, maybe ask yourself “Would I want my grandma to read this?” or “Would I want my children to read this about me some day?” Whatever you the question, I think it’s useful to ask yourself SOMETHING before posting. Too often I see people on Twitter or Facebook saying the dumbest, most unkind things and I wonder if they really thought before they posted. Words do have consequences, and putting them in perspective — would I want these words to be the one thing I’m known for — might just change your decision about whether or not you will actually post them. Perhaps NOT posting something is the kindest thing you can do for yourself or someone else.

I think the whole world needs a lot more kindness. And a lot more perspective.


Randomly, on a Tuesday

1. This pencil cup. It is the dumbest design I have ever seen for a pencil cup, I’ve had it for years, and it has always annoyed me. I don’t know why I keep using it.

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2. When we were out at the farm raking on Saturday, I hung out with Miles. I think he was happy to see me. He kept rolling around on the concrete in front of me, getting covered with corn dust and then wanting to rub up against me. It was great.

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3. Speaking of raking. This damn tree dumped a ton of leaves, and as you can see isn’t done yet. I envision another Saturday of raking in my future. Yay.

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4. I have broken my no-Christmas-music-before-Thanksgiving ban. Home Free AND Pentatonix BOTH have Christmas albums out. I regret nothing.

Life’s An Adventure

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Time for another blog reboot. How many times can one restart their blog? As many times as one likes, I guess.

Why now? Well, why not. I’ve had my ups and downs with the daily photo thing — the reason they dropped off the blog again this time was…the same as previous years. I can’t seem to sustain the habit. I can get to May or even June and then….

It’s been an exciting summer since I last posted, and now here we are in autumn. Most of you that might be reading this probably already follow me on Facebook or are friends in real life, so you’ll already know about our real life adventures.

Like, for example, our tornados. (And, yes, that’s plural)

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That’s actually the second one, the first came right through town and made a gigantic mess (luckily no one was hurt). This one was a week later and north of town. The boys were in no danger. I was freaking out.

We’ve also had broken bones (And by we, I mean the boys. One broke his wrist plus a bonus bone in his hand, the other broke a bone in his hand at football practice).

Part of the reason I’m restarting the blog is to have a place to deposit some things about some online classes I’m going to be working on. A place to save them, mostly for me, but to point to them for other people. This may or may not be interesting to those of you that originally came here for the quilting and are wondering if I even know what quilting is anymore. (Yes, I do know, and no, I don’t do it right now.)

We’re already almost a quarter into a new school year, harvest is progressing (albeit slowly since it is currently pouring….ugh….), and so…yeah.

Hello again, blog.

Project 365 {Weeks 15,16,17,18}

I’m still taking pictures, but I ran out of steam on posting them, or posting anything at all, yikes. My normal life was interrupted by an adventure to Paris — Mom and I went to see my brother and his family, and had a marvelous time.

Here’s the April wrap-up:

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If you have a burning desire to see all of the photos, larger, you can visit my album on Flickr:

Project 365 2014

The album is missing a few days, but as you can see from the monthly wrap-up, I have managed to grab a photo every day, even if it’s a screenshot, and even if it’s a picture that Mark, took. My family doesn’t quite get my interest in a daily photo, but I find it fascinating to look back through them all, reading captions, and remembering what was going on. Or not going on, as the case may be…

If I’m counting right, yesterday was the end of week 18 and marked day 123. It’s hard to believe that more than a third of 2014 is already over, and in our case: school gets out in just 3 weeks!

Weenie Roast

This morning, the guys got up and headed out to the farm to burn down an old barn. Mark has wanted to do this for awhile, but it’s been either wet or windy every day since forever.

At about 11:30 or so, I got a text message that said “Wanna have a weeny roast?”

Of course, this meant gathering up all of the supplies and buying a few key ingredients (i.e. hot dogs and buns…and drinks and chips and marshmallows and chocolate…), which I did, and then I headed out to the farm. By the time I got there, the fire was still quite hot, but very little was still recognizable, it was mostly charred timbers laying on the ground.

Mark did share this photo he had taken of the fire in progress that made me laugh right out loud:

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Kind of a perverted “American Gothic,” I suppose.

As I said, it was VERY hot next to the fire, the boys could barely stand to get close enough to roast the hot dogs, and eventually the marshmallows. (It’s apparently a law that if you have a weenie roast, you also have to have s’mores.)

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Personally, I like my marshmallows nicely browned, but apparently Will likes the taste of ash:

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We decided that’s what marshmallows must look like on the surface of the sun.

After the fire no longer needed their attention, they were going to go see if they could cultivate a field — Mark’s going to teach the boys how to do it!

They were already covered with a pretty decent layer of filth when I saw them, I can’t wait to see how dirty they are when they get home. Mark came home with mud all over the sleeve of his sweatshirt a couple of days ago. The quantity of mud indicating that he had had a VERY good day at the farm.

Of course, any day at the farm is better than one stuck in a cubicle…