Friday, February 3, 2012

Running on Empty

I think this blog has run its course.

Perhaps it'd be more accurate to say that I've run my course with this blog. 

Around Christmastime, Fred was searching our blog for something and he made the off-hand comment that older posts used to be funny.

I agreed.

And while I do sort of believe that this blog as simply grown with me, it's also the exact reason why I don't really want to blog anymore.  I don't necessarily want to share my thoughts and views and whatever else with the whole entire world (hello to the 3 people that read this!).  I find myself more often than not sitting at a computer trying to drum up ideas and stressed out that it's been a while since the last mediocre post.

That's not blogging.  At least, not what I want it to be for this space.  And I don't feel like I can - or necessarily want to - get it back to that place. 

So I'm bowing out before it becomes an annoying place of my kid's height and weight measurements, books I've read (friend me on Goodreads if you want to do that) and my level of obsession with Pinterest (it's like crack, people).  I don't want to discuss the weather or how my adventures in weight loss and depression and anxiety control are going.  I just... don't want to blog and haven't wanted to for some time now.

While I'm at it, I should probably be completely honest in that I hate being back on facebook and will likely be quitting that as well.  Again.  This time for good, regardless if I have my Something Sewn page up or not.

What I feel like doing is teaching Elliot how to tie shoes, ride a bike or memorize his address without trying to find a blogable angle.  Laugh and joke with my boys without thinking 'I should blog that!' only to be a forever forgotten task.  I want to write when I want and about what I want - and may even set up a new blog to do just that in the future.

I give a hearty thankyou to all of my friends, family and followers that have made this journey with me and hope that you understand my decision. 

So, with that: adieu, auf wiedersehen, adios, arrivederci and any other word starting with "a" that means goodbye. 

It's been fun.


Monday, January 16, 2012

Cupcakes, Birthdays and the Lure of Free Dessert

Sunday afternoon, Elliot and I trekked to the store to buy supplies for Fred's favorite flavored birthday cupcakes - yellow with brown frosting.  He instantly groaned when I informed him that our darling child would be helping me make them. 

If I could read his mind I think it'd be something like this:  Oh man, that's going to be a disaster.  I'm going to choke and die on egg shells, the counter - and all walls leading to the bathroom for hand washing - will be sticky and there will be batter shot all over the kitchen when she lets him use the mixer.  How do you even get that off the ceiling? And my wife is a totally lazy slob so I know I'll have a ton of cleaning to do.  Happy Freaking Birthday to me, man.

Or something like that.

Other than completely obliterating the egg on the counter (note to self:  Elliot doesn't get the difference between gently tapping the egg and crushing it), the cupcakes turned out perfect.  So there, Freddie Bill.  And, I did manage to get the dirty dishes stacked in the sink instead of all over the kitchen, sticking - nearly permanently - to the surface of wherever I left them.  So... uh... double there, Freddie Bill.

Happy Birthday to the best husband I could ask for.  (Well, other than Matthew P. Damon, of course.) (Or Nick Newman but he'd likely run back to Phyllis at least once a year.)  Happy Birthday to the hands-down best dad ever. 

Now let's go out to eat so I can make complete strangers belt out an obnoxious rendition of the Happy Birthday song to you just to get myself a free brownie sundae.

Friday, January 13, 2012

The Impending Birthday Blues

Get ready to console Fred Seckman, ladies and gentlemen because he has officially asked for a completely unaffordable birthday gift.  (Well, in our current financial position since we ain't no lotto winners. And, considering we're in the market for an entirely new furnace/pump system.)

I assume he's tired of the old socks-and-undies routine based on the numbers of items he was able to rattle off in a matter of seconds.  But it was the last one that stopped me in my tracks.

Whoa, Fred Seckman, just who do you think we are?  Did you get some astronomical raise I don't know about? Did YOU win the lottery?  Did you cash out our retirement accounts?  Cause, whoa, man.  Whoa.

What did he want?  An all expense paid trip to Wrigley Field for Opening Day for him and 10 friends.

I did some quick math on the basics:
  • Tickets to the game - $50 each x 11 people:  $550.00
  • They'll have to take 3 cars - 533 miles each way / 22mpg x $3.20 for gas x 3 vehicles:  $232.58
  • Gas station snacks and Mountain Dews - $4 each x 11 people x 4 stops: $176.00
  • Fast food meals - $10 each x 11 people x 4 times:  $440.00
  • Hotel stay for 2 nights w/ 2 per room - $210 x 6 rooms x 2 nights:  $2,520.00
  • Fancy breakfast at hotel - $18 each x 11 people:  $198.00
  • Then they'll eat at Harry Carays downtown - $45 times 11 people: $495.00
  • They'll obviously need beer and snacks at the game - $20 times 11 people: $220.00
  • Souvenirs at the game and new hats - $35 each:  $385.00
... and it comes up to about eleventy billion dollars, or $5,216.58.  Note:  This figure doesn't include any speeding tickets, toll fees or the bail I'll have to post when he runs on the field naked and gets arrested.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Word for 2012

Once a month, we have an all-staff huddle where I work.  It's a great chance to catch up on the happenings around here since our organization does so much different work by people spread out across the state. 

At the beginning of each huddle, we do some kind of ice-breaker.  Normally, these make me cringe as they bring back memories of days in which an ice-breaker seemed a mandatory part of Day 1 in any class you took or group you joined.  Horrid.  Awful.  Dreaded, even. 

(Side note:  I used to get so nervous before tests that I was prepared for that I'd have to poo a million times so you can imagine my level of anxiety on the first day of anything.  Hello, TMI.)

Yesterday, however, was good.  We were asked to give our name and then one word to describe how we felt / looked at going into 2012.  There were a lot of answers you'd expect: energized, ready, excited, refreshed, etc. but my answer was a little different.  My word?


Relieved that 2011 is behind me and relieved that a new year was escorted in without any major glitches.  Relieved that I seem to be on track to a healthier me on a variety of levels.  Relieved that I have a strong base of family and friends that supported me through was was probably the toughest year of my life.  Relieved that I can breathe again.

Also?  Relieved that I know my word can and hopefully will change as the year goes on.  For now, I'm content basking in the glow of filing things away and storing them up but I know that won't last forever.  I hope to be hopeful next followed by rejuvenated.  (Or some other sappy crappy word like that.)

What is your word for 2012?

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Recent Reads

I finally got the brainpower back to read so I've been making up for lost time.  Below are the books I've read recently, categorized by my super scientific calculations:

You Should Totally Read This
The Almost Moon - Alice Sebold
These Things Hidden - Heather Gudenkauf
You're Not You - Michelle Wildgen
Autobiography of a Fat Bride - Laurie Notaro
Paint it Black - Janet Fitch
White Oleander - Janet Fitch
There's a (Slight) Chance I Might Be Going to Hell - Laurie Notaro

Meh - It was Decent
The Bricklayer - Noah Boyd
Wire to Wire - Scott Sparling
Midwives - Chris Bohjalian
Crybaby Ranch - Tina Welling
Bossypants - Tina Fey
Spooky Little Girl - Laurie Notaro
Same Kind of Different As Me - Ron Hall
Hardly Knew Her - Laura Lippman
More Than it Hurts You - Darin Strauss

Don't Bother
The Belivers - Zoe Heller
The First Husband - Laura Dave

I Died a Little Inside
Badd - Tim Tharp
Falling Home - Karen White
If You Were Here - Jen Lancaster

You're welcome.