would you rather – partie douze

not be able to stop dancing or not stop singing
Not stop singing…?
This one borders on ridiculous. Why do I do this to myself?

have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body depicting what you did yesterday
Color changing skin. Honestly, how cool would that be?

only be able to jump everywhere you go or only be able to walk on your hands
I think either of these would become tedious after a while, but I’m going to say jump. I don’t think I’d like to be upside down all the damn time.

be able to teleport anywhere or be able to read minds
T E L E P O R T!

have a completely automated home or a self-driving car
I choose automated home all day, baby.

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a tune for Tuesday vol 114

I’m loving Miley Cyrus’ record Plastic Hearts and enthusiastically encourage y’all to check it out.

This is Night Crawling featuring BFI. (Billy FOREVER!)

Please listen responsibly.

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Sunday morning at the home site 3.7.21

It was sunny and cold at the house this week.

All the plumbing and electric seems to be finished, but low voltage wiring is still going in.
We should soon be scheduling the pre-drywall inspection.

The mechanical room is ready for the tankless water heater.

When I got to the landing on the stairs to the second floor, I actually said, “OH!” out loud because I saw this!

The beginnings of my kitchen!
Fridge on the left of the back wall, cooktop in the center, oven/microwave on the right.
The sink and dish washer in the island.

Oh my goodness, y’all! I’m so ready!

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without love we are nothing

In his letter to the Corinthians, Paul wrote many beautiful things about what love is and is not. One of his more important points is that love is meant to exist without conditions.

Unconditional love.
We don’t always find that in our world.
The worst thing humans do to each other is love with conditions.

My second daughter experiences a great deal of the way selfish love works. Love is a weapon. Love is power to hold over another. Love is a tool with which to manipulate so get what you want.

I plan to make a powerful statement on love, but first I have to provide a bit of background info…
Thing 2 and her friends lost out on the house they were trying to rent. That hit her hard.
She’s not been seeing her counselor regularly (because, covid) and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until she got a call last week saying he’s starting to see clients in the office again.
She and Boyfriend M are strong and healthy.
But personally she isn’t in the best place.
She started a new job last week, one she’s enthusiastic about.
She’s making an appointment to see her therapist this week.
She and Boyfriend M had a good talk about mental health and being in a good supportive relationship.

Monday morning she wrote in our group chat

She’s excited about feeling like she’s killing it and doesn’t even need help.
Then immediately not wanting to jinx it.

Thing 1 and I shared our joy at her enthusiasm, and spoke to many things.
But I became stuck trying to make sense of this contradiction.

(here’s where the connection to love starts to make some sense)

Acknowledging you’re ‘killing it’ does not jinx it.
And, ‘killing it’ does not mean you can’t use or don’t need assistance, support, and love.
‘Killing it’ means you’re doing your best.

I believe we must celebrate what’s good. What feels positive.
But more than that, I believe being good, or successful, or feeling healthy doesn’t mean you don’t need (or want) backup.
It’s not one or the other. It’s a delicate balance of relying on yourself and the love of your tribe.
Love and support foster your personal strengths.

‘Killing it’ and needing help are not mutually exclusive.
You can ‘kill it’ and still receive support from the people who love you.
And best of all, when you’re ‘killing it’ as well as receiving love and support the world is a truly wonderful place.

Thing 2 shared how fortunate she feels to have friends, family, and “a mans” who love and support her endlessly.
Her counselor said, “God works in mysterious ways.” and later that same day Boyfriend M told her “the universe works in mysterious ways”.
She was angry and sad and didn’t want to hear it. But she knew they were right.
She knew this because in one twelve hour span, she had love and unconditional support from ‘the boys’ (her core friend group), then her counselor, then her Momma, and then Boyfriend M.
She said, “Everyone cares about me, for me, not their own selfish gain. And that it truly magical, I’m glad I appreciate that now. At the time, I was cheesed off because it felt like I was fine and everyone was treating me like a broken toy all at once –turns out I was not doing fine and needed that huge multi-directional wave of love and support.”

To which her sister replied, “We will always love and support you, that’s what we’re here for. Even if sometimes it feels like we’re being mean or treating you like a broken toy, we just want you to be the youest you you can be.”

I hope with all my might that this experience begins to shift Thing 2’s understanding.
I want her to know you cannot jinx your success by celebrating the joy of it.
You can be ‘killing it’ and still require support.
You can be as successful as humanly possible and still rely on the love of others.

(here’s where the connection to Paul starts to make some sense)

Paul knew what was up.
In his letter to the Corinthians he wrote a great deal of what love is and is not.
He wrote he was nothing without love.
He wrote we should remain hopeful and faithful and do everything in love.

I’m not as eloquent as Paul, but these are some of the most important things I know about life and love:
Love is safe.
Love comes at you to lift you up.
Love is a celebration of who you are.
Love is the greatest gift.

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a tune for Tuesday vol 113

Because Thing 1 is celebrating her twenty seventh birthday today, I thought it would be fun to have her to choose what song I share with y’all.
She debated between two MISSIO songs but ultimately landed on Wolves.
But I make the rules here, so I decided to share Can You Feel the Sun too.
Let me know what y’all think.

Happy Birthday, Bear!
I love you more than the whole wide world!

Please listen responsibly.

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Sunday morning at the home site 2.28.21

And then there was electrical and plumbing!
Soon the low voltage stuff will go in and we’ll have our pre-drywall walk through.

Baby K picked up bits of PVC and “swept” up the wood shavings from where the pipes went through the framing. She left the house with a small piece of pipe in her pocket and a longer piece with and elbow on each end in her hand. (Birdie went through the box of fittings to make sure she had something fun.)

Brittany at the sales office called YBW last week with an update, and gave him a June/July move in timeframe. Of course this is approximate, but it’s much sooner than the initial September/October we got when we first stated our interest. And the July/August they told us when we gave our deposit.

Even though we don’t yet have a real date…

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meant to be

How precious is this house?

This adorable house is the reason we couldn’t go to our home site Sunday morning.
This adorable house will soon be home to Thing 1, Husband N, and Baby K!

YBW, Baby K, and I met Thing 1 and Husband N there Sunday morning while the inspector was there.
In the car, Baby K sang to us the whole time. She also kept saying, “Mama” (pronounced Meh-MEH) at random intervals. We told her Mommy and Daddy were at the new house and we were on our way to see them.

That girl was so excited to be in the new house!
She didn’t even really understand that it’s going to be hers.
Of course she was excited to see her parents, but mostly she was excited to explore.
We successfully stayed out of the inspector’s way while still investigating every nook and cranny. And believe me y’all, that attic space has its share of nooks and crannies!

When we said goodbye and left the house, we drove through the neighborhood a bit. It’s just as precious as the house they’re buying.
There’s an elementary school around the corner with the best damn sledding hill you’ve ever seen!

Thing 1 loved this house the moment she saw it. She spoke of it’s character. She spoke of it’s feeling of comfort. She spoke of it’s potential.
She knew this was meant to be her home.
She knew it welcomed her with open arms.

My momma (and Birdie) heart was anxious until I saw it. Until I walked through it.
It has such charm and character.
It has a warm and gentle welcoming feel about it.
It was truly meant to be the home of my daughter and her family.

I hugged my girl and told her, “You can live here.”
She hugged me tighter.
She and I both know she can damn well live wherever she likes. She and I both know she’s an adult and makes her own decisions. She and I both know I do my best to respect her life choices.
But she and I both know that it matters a great deal that we had that moment. That we both know we’re comfortable in that house that will become her home. That as joyful as she is, she has my full support to contribute to that joy.
I’m not sure I’m explaining it right, but we understand what it means and that’s all we really need.

They’re scheduled to go to closing the end of March.
I’m so excited for them!

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would you rather – partie onze

be forced to dance every time you heard music or be forced to sing along to any song you heard
I feel like I do both of these already…I guess the difference is it happening organically, or by force…?
I think I’ll choose dance because I don’t always know the words to every song I hear.

not shower for a week or not brush your teeth for a week
Not shower.
My teeth gotta be clean, yo.

lose the ability to hear or lose the ability to walk
Hear…?
Of course I can hear the train whistle as I’m writing this.
Actually, I’m going to choose lose the ability to walk. I can still get around other ways.

eat your favorite meal for every meal for the rest of your life or never be able to eat your favorite meal again
Never eat my favorite meal again.
I could cherry-pick bits and pieces from my favorite meal and put them into others.

have to read aloud every word you read or sing everything you say out loud
I feel like I should choose read aloud the words I read, but I’m going to choose sing everything I say.
Why?
I don’t actually know, but I’m trusting my gut on this one.

What would y’all rather?

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a tune for Tuesday vol 112

How about this Amyl and the Sniffers tune?

A bit Blondie.
A bit Plasmatics.
A bit Dream Wife.
A whole lotta punk rock.

Check out Got You and let me know what you think.

Please listen responsibly.

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Saturday afternoon at the home site 2.20.21

It was cold and windy as all get out when we went over to the house this weekend. It was the first weekend in a month it wasn’t actively precipitating though, so that was cool.

You’ll notice it says Saturday afternoon in the title up there, that’s because we couldn’t go Sunday morning.
What had happened was…
I had my first covid vaccine Saturday morning. (There was a clinic for PWCS employees at one of the high schools the past two weekends.)
But first, I had to run to Target.
And after, YBW and I had carry out lunch with his brother and sister-in-law.
Then we finally went to the house.


The HVAC is going in!
How exciting!

This is the view from the back of the house.
I was standing at the windows in our bedroom.
YBW noticed we could see the tower at Dulles. (Dulles International Airport is about ten miles to the north)
If you’re curious, it’s just that dark gray thing that kind of looks like a bowler hat just to the right of that big tree. If you’re not curious, it’s still that dark gray thing that kind of looks like a bowler hat just to the right of that big tree.

We met some neighbors who were out walking. They were keen to see the view from our house, so we invited them in and let them look out the windows. In turn, they invited us to see their home. It’s the same model as ours, but an interior unit, and I was eager to see the finished pantry, linen, and main bedroom closets.
This single guy with roommates doesn’t utilize his space very well, and I bit my tongue to stop myself offering organizational advice. Though he does have a tricked out smart house thing going on and YBW dug that!

I know what we’re going to do in the pantry and linen closets, and we’re working to design our closet.
I did some measuring in the laundry room for a counter or table top over the machines, open shelving above that, and a tall cabinet in the corner of the room. Now to see what I come up with…

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