Aug 9, 2014

Adventures is sooo deliriously content.

Woke up after a doozy of a week at my parent's house. We moved in last Sunday, as our home is completely packed up and ready for our move at this end of this coming week.  Staying, working, cooking, and homeschooling there was too challenging, as everything was packed.  Being 25 minutes from home and at Grandma and Grandpa's is fun for us.  Truly, we love being with them.  The migits had Grandma all week to keep them company after I home schooled and headed to lock myself in the bedroom to work.  Brody, our 65 lb. rescue Collie even got to sleep in Grandma and Grandpa's bed with them last night!  I don't know how they did it, as moving from a king to a queen must be such an adjustment for him ;o)  I love that furry baby of ours.  

Well, the migits have been without a trampoline for just over a week now, and no swimming or running around much, so they were really bouncing off walls the past few days.  Geoff and I woke up early, got ready, picked up the nieces, and headed to the Bounce House.  BEST.TIME.EVER!  You all know how much we love spending time with family.  This was even more fun as we don't get to see our nieces that often.  After an hour and a half of non-stop running, they were worn out, and ready for lunch.  As a special treat, we took them to a McDonald's with a Play Place.  (I made my kids use an essential oil synergy hand sanitizer- "Germ Fighter" from Plant Therapy to make sure they are germ-protected- don't worry.)   

While we are at McDonalds, Charlie asks go get up and refill his water.  The refill station was within my field of view, so I let him go.  I don't know how I missed it, but he returns to the table, and a few minutes later, an older woman walks over and asks the four kids were mine.  I said yes, not sure why she was asking.  She then says, "I want you to know that your little boy has the best manners of any child I have met in a long time.  I want to know if I can buy your children some cookies."  I was floored.  Not even sure what he said or did when at the drink station, but WOW!  Charlie asked if he could hug her, then he and my youngest niece walked up to the counter with her and she bought all SIX of us cookies!  I wanted to cry.  (Mostly because I am hormonal, and second, because I am so proud of my children.  At least the two I birthed ;o)  The other two were angels as well- don't get me wrong.  But Charlie, for all that I have lost sleep over with him, I know he is a blessing to those around him, and I might never know the depth of his gifts.  

So, on a high from that, and while sitting there, I get a text from my friend, and realtor extraordinaire, Stacy Benson.  (If you don't know, we used to volunteer with radKids with her and that is how we became friends a few years ago.)  Stacy has held our hands every step of the way the past 3 weeks, and has not only sold our home 24 hours after listing it, but 48 hours helped us get the home of our dreams we didn't even imagine for ourselves!  We close on both homes this coming Friday, LESS than a month after listing our home.  

So, Stacy texted- "Hey, the homeowner of the new home would like to gift your children a bird feeder and bird food since they feed many bird families in the back yard."  I was so overwhelmed to not only be given this opportunity to have this house, but also, for the homeowner to be so considerate of our children.  We are so animal conscientious, and loving, that it was like this woman knew us!  Early this morning, during our drive to pick up my nieces, Geoff wondered aloud, "I wonder if we will see any deer in our back yard area beyond the fence."  The kids and I agreed that would be magical, but that it might not be likely.  

Well, a few minutes later, Stacy texts again, "Oh, the homeowner also said that she will leave a bag of deer food- the family of deer comes to the back gate at 6:PM each night for dinner."  Speechless.  Tears.  We have tried to sell our home three times before this attempt in the past eleven years.  I always said, "When it is meant to be, it will happen- easily."  And well, G-d has shown Himself, and his plans for us.  

There is nothing I can say or do in thanks to this woman for her kindness, and appreciation of our love of nature and animals.  I just know that this house is more than a house- it is a home.  It is the home our family will heal in.  It is the home that we will open to our friends and family and share our love in.  It is a home we will feel safe in.  It is a home that has goodness running though it.  I don't feel worthy, but I hope I do it justice by sharing the beauty of it with all of you.  

Tomorrow would have been my cousin Scott's 29th birthday.  He passes on after a long battle with Cancer, a year ago, July.  He drops his "anchor" for us all the time.  Today, was no different.  As I was walking out of Kroger, a bagger, not even ours, turned, and said, "Have a nice day!"  And I saw it- her earrings.  There was no mistaking Scott's presence.  Today, Shay, without knowing the date, put on the NY shirt that Scott signed last year for her.  I realized it when I took a picture of her at the Bounce House.  





I went into Kroger to get a card to go with our little token gift of appreciation to the original homeowners of our new home.  They have done this "For Sale by Owner," and so we have had a small glimpse into them as our realtor has been dealing directly with them.  She says they are lovely to work with, and we have to agree.  That have been so cooperative with us the entire process.    And look how perfect this card was.  Never mind that is for a man's birthday… pffft.  We can fix that.  

While they seemed to have an appreciation for the animals, maybe they also appreciate gardening, or fresh herbs to cook with?  We added some "Deer Park" water, as the neighborhood we are moving to is called "Deer Run."  (That was the main reason for the deer card.)  Got a container, some potting soil, plant food, different herb seed packets, and threw it all in for the homeowners to set up in their new home.  The kids are jumping out of their skin to start seeing animals, as we didn't have much, other than the stray cats in our 'hood.  (Insert Jefferson theme music here.)  I have to admit, I think Geoff and I might be even more excited!  Shay is going to write a letter to the homeowners as well.  She is such a sensitive child who appreciates kind gestures more than anyone would know.  

Today, I wish I could put my arms around everyone who has offered to help, (Geoff's parents have signed themselves up with Geoff's twin to help with the moving process.)  To know they will be with us has taken EVERY bit of anxiety from that process from me, and that is priceless.  My parents have been integral in many ways, and we appreciate and value their presence and nod of encouragement as well.  For our friends, we thank you for your prayers and offers to help.  And to Stacy Benson, the most amazing friend and realtor- there are no words other than, "So…  When are you guys coming over for dinner and s'mores?????"  For the record, Stacy was JUST as excited as we were when we walked through the home the first time.  To share that experience with a professional is unique.  I will go through withdrawals from Stacy once this process is over.  

Closing this Friday, August 15th, and will be unloading boxes in the early evening.  Come on by if you want to join us.  It's a Friday night, so you know pizza will be readily available!  

Jul 20, 2014

Adventures talks dirty.

I won't lie.  I do use foul language.  Anyone who knows me well enough, knows that I don't use it all the time, but mostly, it is the fastest flying words that might pop out when I get hurt.  (I don't curse at people.)  So, this morning, I was doing my 7 1/2 year olds hair.  She asked me, "Is "screwed up" a bad word?"  I told her that in our home, it is, however, I know that I have used it in front of her.  I told her that I switched my verbiage in recent years to try to say the word "wonky," instead of that term.  She said she didn't know, and I told her that she should always ask if she is not sure.

I took the conversation a step further.  I asked her to tell me all the bad words she knows.  I told her that she would not get in trouble, but I wanted to know what she really knew.  I was blown away.  First, she reluctantly told me the ones I knew she would, like "fat, stupid, dumb."  I pressed her further for words that were "REALLY" bad.  She thought and thought, and could only come up with one.  I wish I was kidding.

Wait for it…..

Frickin'

She then added, "I have heard you say that a lot, but I know how bad it is and I would NEVER say it again.

To which I THOUGHT TO MYSELF,  "Well, fuck me!  I'm not as shitty a parent as I thought I was!"

Jul 19, 2014

Adventures plays the lottery.

This is the sort of silliness that happens when I try to sell my house.  First, our friend and agent of Better Homes and Gardens, Stacy Benson, listed our home this past Thursday.  Twenty-four hours later, we had two showings and 2 investor offers, sight unseen.  (I listed on some free sites as "For Sale By Owner" without any success two weeks prior to signing up with Stacy.)  We gathered the dog and got in the car and sat in our neighbors driveway, down the street, for the first showing.  I was on my way down there again for the dinner-time showing when my next-door neighbor graciously offered for us to just stay with them.  After hearing all the good fortune we had with the potential sale of the home, and the freaking out I was doing over the fact that there were few homes available for us to consider in the price range we were looking at,  she suggested that she gift me three dollars to get two lottery tickets- one for Friday and one for Saturday.  She asked that I remember her in the moment of winning.  I found a dollar as I was heading into the store, and bought an extra dollar ticket for the drawing last night.  I kept the ticket that had the number three as it's "mega ball."  Three is my number.  I dropped the other two tickets off with her, and trust that she will "remember" me when "we" win.  Well, turned out, my three ticket WAS a winner.  And here is what happens…. 

To answer your question.. yes, I will continue working. I am certain my coworkers would miss me, but I would miss the work. (I mean, I truly do have the best job in the world. I am a wife and mother.) And I will keep my second job, because that is really fulfilling for me. Shay just woke up. I told her the news. She said, "You're kidding me. We are going to have to do it again." Well, yes, I was considering turning it in for another ticket. This time, we might make even more money. Like, say, two dollars.
I don't want to flaunt this, but I won the lottery last night. (I don't generally play, but I knew it was going to be a good dollar spent. I was really lucky yesterday.) And well, it paid off. I won- a dollar. Please, I tell you this to share in the joy, but I can not help you or buy you a new E.T. poster. I don't even think I can get you a New Kids on the Block poster. Maybe a garage sale wire hanger, but I can not guarantee it. We will not be doing interviews today, as the lottery office is closed until Monday. I did verify that. Thank you in advance for your multitude of congratulatory well wishes on our new life. (P.S.) I have to share half of my winnings with a neighbor, and she does not wish to be bothered by media or my crazy family. Yes, we have already had this discussion. It was the responsible thing to do. — with Kris Tuttle Groover.

Jul 10, 2014

Adventures is selling!

For sale, by owner, with help from a little blog.  Anyone interesting in buying our sweet home we renovated last year?  We are looking to move about 15 minutes from here, and need to sell our home first.  We have had it appraised, asking less than the appraisal price, and believe it is priced to sell.  Thank you for your interest and for sharing the listing!

This is a three bedroom, 2.5 bath, 2 car garage, privacy fenced in back yard, a short walk to one of the two neighborhood pools, tons of kids live on our street, sweet neighbors all around, and great schools!  (We homeschool now, but both kids were in the elementary school and I spent a ton of time volunteering there and loved the teachers, staff and the families we met while there for two years.)  A year ago we had the downstairs renovated, and installed speakers into the walls and had a special built in for a flat screen T.V. installed, over the gas log fireplace.

The garden now has a very well established fig bush and 3 large, fruitful blueberry bushes that provide lots of fun for the kids to pick, and for some interesting bird watching in the summer.

Here is a link to the free listing I was able to make on Zillow.

http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/121-Nacoochee-Way-Canton-GA-30114/68121738_zpid/


 Doing our best to accept that G-d's timing for our heart's desire might be lined up now, and not spending much money to see if we can sell it.  If it is meant to be (for us to have a small home with a basement, in the area we would like to settle into) then it will just happen.

May 26, 2014

Adventures realizes he is growing up.

He's only eight.  Won't be nine for another four months.  However, it was literally over night that he just grew up.

Yesterday, he played with a ten year-old boy at the pool for hours.  He came home and said he wanted to go to some website and play this game that his ten year old friend shared with him.  While both children have their own laptop, they don't know about the internet yet.  We want to keep it that way.  We have loaded certain websites on their computers, and they have used them for homeschool, but that's all.  I went to the site, signed him up, and then, told him that I don't want him on it yet.  The rules of the site included no dating.  Yeah, well… that was all I had to see and realize, he is just too young for this.  After reading how they should never give out their passwords, etc., I realized, this is beyond a Minecraft type of game.  This is a social thing, and no, I don't want that for my seven and eight year old children.  So, he accepted that I was getting rid of it, and he will just have to continue to enjoy his Minecraft app on his iPod.

Today, he came home from church, worked hard to clean up his room that I thought was clean, and then, played with an even older boy at the pool today.  Before bed, he refused to play Candy Land with his little sister and Dad, saying, "That's a baby game."  I agree, but I would have played, had I not taken an "after dinner nap" to sleep off the sun exposure.)

I just went to check on the kidlets before I settled in for the night, and that clean up he did after Mass- was actually a "get rid of anything that a child might associate with" clean up.  There is nothing on his dresser.  No pictures from our Disney trip a few yeas ago, nor his Lego plane he and Daddy worked for hours on a week ago, or even his walkie-talkies.  All cleared away. Nothing that would tell you that a little boy wakes to play in that room.  Not even his night light.

My heart just sank.  I love that he is growing up.  But I want him to enjoy his childhood.  Don't rush growing up my favorite boy-migit!  He has been developmentally behind his entire life.  On his way out of the pool today, he wrapped his towel over his head as a handkerchief and pretended he was wearing a dress or a skirt.  I tried to tell him I loved his cape, but he insisted it wasn't a cape.

He is still a silly mystery to me, and I will continue to embrace his confusion and his love for being snuggled and rocked, and then, when he choses to clean out any indication that he is a child, I will have to accept that as well.  Until he tells me he doesn't believe in tiny fairies that bring money to him for lost body parts, we should be okay.

May 9, 2014

Adventures takes on Mother's Day

This year, I have had some emotional moments when I think of this holiday.  I vary from incredibly grateful for the day, to down right disturbed that it is so in your face and for some, a day of pain.  Pain for the loss of a mom, a chance to become a mom, or just a reminder of a torn relationship with a mom.
Recently, a close family friend passed, and that has me thinning of her children and grandchild.  I can not imagine the personal loss and to be thrust into this season of retail slaps in the face.  I am more than in love with my mom each day, and can tell you, that this day is a joyous one for me and my family.

This year is especially unique for me.  I have my mom, the only person in my whole world who knows every inch of my being, and loves me in spite of her knowledge.  I recently mended a very broken relationship with my mother-in-love, and never in a million years did I think I could not only come to forgive past hurts, but love and respect this woman who gave me her son.  I am so grateful to be able to share a Mother's Day meal with her this year, and all the meals that we have shared since learning to appreciate each other.

And then my own children, that I wanted more than anything from as long as I can remember….  I never want presents, and even worse than not wanting a present, I really don't care for money being wasted on a card. Turns out, my migits have been trying to sneakily make me a card on their own, and I love that thoughtfulness.   The real gift came when Shay and I were talking the other day.  She was talking about a parent she knows, and the lack of ability she feels this parent has.  It was weighing heavily on her wise beyond her seven-year-old mind.  I asked her what sort of parent she thought she might be one day.

Shay- "I hope to be a strict and silly Mommy- like you."

As long as both of my children know that I love them, and EVERY SINGLE decision is made with love and consideration to their needs, I can know that I have done my job, as a mom, to the best of my ability.

Aside-  My mom and I were driving in the car the other day.  She was lamenting on her own parenting skills and how she must have done something wrong.  (I had a kind of crazy teenage experience that seemed more traumatic to my mom than me.  Run away, drugs, expelled from school, etc.  Sorry Ma.  I really am.)  I asked her, in all seriousness, "Did you do your best?  Did you think you gave parenting your best?"  She said she thought she had.  I laughed.  It wasn't until she answered that did I think it was funny.  I mean, isn't hindsight 20/20?  I think she did the best she knew how to do.  Was she perfect?  No.  But, who is?  Well, of course, there is Mary, but come on, she was even conceived without blemish!  I am not perfect.  And I want my children to see my imperfections and to accept my limitations.  However, I believe I am doing the best I can, and hope that one day when my children grow up, they are a legacy I can be proud of.


May 2, 2014

Adventures takes time to share the mundane.

I thought it was time to sit you all down for circle time so that I might share with you the meaning of life.  Because I do not currently know the meaning of life, I will have to share with you some random information you may or may not find useful today.  If you find this information useless today, it might become useful at a later date, so please read through so that you might apply the information at a later date.  If you do not feel that you will be able to adequately utilize this data at a later date, please retain the 411 for a friend.  You know you have one of "those," and they will need this, sooner than later.

I am about to demystify a very common misconception.  I have spent a long time, about two days, thinking about this.  That might not seem like a long time, but you will clearly see, that I have, in fact, wasted about a forty-eight hour span of time on this subject.  While there are scientist working tirelessly to find the cure to numerous illnesses and world wide problems, I am here to take over on the "not so subtle" issues that our people have to consider.  I was elected, by myself, and take this position quite honestly and not without a little levity, very seriously.  If someone else had stepped up and chosen to take on these issues, I would have been just as grateful that I didn't have to waste a full forty-eight hours on these such concerns.  And without further ado…

Fork Split English Muffins.  I know it's been on your mind for as long as you can remember.  Or, at least the past 1.4 seconds since you read it.  See, I am a freakin' mind reader, and I am here for you.  What is a fork split english muffin?  Well, I will answer this question, and many more, some day.  For today, you will have to accept that I can only educate you on the muffin and why it is called "fork split."  No one really knows, and many an English man does not even know what an english muffin is.  Therefore, we can conclude, they are not English.  As for the "fork split" terminology…  First, this is not an effective method for separating your bread.  Second, if you believe that cutting the loaf of bread with a fork will create a difference in the bread, you are inaccurate as well.  The bread has more (insert marketing term here) "nooks and crannies" due to the greater amount of air in this bread.  From my vantage point, they are desperately grasping at intelligent sounding adjectives in order to sell you a piece of bread that is not pre-cut well and filled with air.

And there you have it my dear readers.  You.Are.Welcome.  Go forth with such information, and use it wisely.

And in other news… This was a painfully slow work week, and that creates a lot of noise in my head.  Occupational hazards of not having much of an occupation.  One would think homeschooling, gymnastics and acting classes would be enough.  Nay, Nay.