Easter Week.

Yikes. It has been almost 10 days since I last blogged. And I was doing so well there, for awhile…

So, to make me (and hopefully you, my five dear readers) happy, I am posting…you guessed it…a list entitled: “What I am currently obsessing over and the guilt I feel that none of it has anything to do with Easter.”

1. My foot. While my foot is feeling better, it is still bothering me. And, in a vicious circle of obsession, I have realized that my foot hurts because I am so out of shape; I am so out of shape because of the weight I have gained; I have gained weight because I am getting older; my getting older is also contributing to my foot hurting.

2. KT Tape. I bought purple athletic tape to help my foot and also to help me to feel better because I obsess over anything and everything that is Purple.

3. The Wild Boy’s Shoulder. He has an appointment with the surgeon today. He has been going to physical therapy all month and basically, they just manipulate his shoulder, check for rotation (100%, by the way), and he leaves there sore. I know that the surgery was a big success but I am anxious for him to start serious PT and workouts. Because…

4. Senior Year Football Season. In your mind, you are probably thinking…”that isn’t for another six months.” And you would be incorrect. Senior Year Football Season starts NOW with workouts. The Wild Boy is really far behind since he injured his shoulder last November. He’s stressed about it which means I am stressed about it.

5. New Football Coach. Okay, I’m not obsessing over the new football coach himself, but the fact that we have a new football coach! So stinking excited about that because he is awesome. We have been pushing encouraging him to take over the football program since he arrived at WSHS three years ago.

6. Ants. The ants are back in my house. I am spraying and vacuuming and vacuuming and spraying. Told My Man a couple days ago that we are going to have to break down, admit defeat and call an exterminator. *shudder*

7. My New iPad. After years *seriously* of himming and hawing, *one of my mother’s favorite expressions* I relented and told My Man he could buy me a Kindle. I picked out what I wanted, including all accessories, and added it all to our Amazon cart so all he would have to do is click. The next day, he came home with an iPad Mini 4G for me. That’s how we roll here at Smith Abbey. To say I am obsessed with the new iPad would be a huge understatement. Cliches…also how we roll here.

8. The Washington Nationals. Opening Day is Monday! We have tickets for the Thursday game. I’ve been watching the pre-season games. The Nats are going all. the. way. baby.

9. My house. I’m going through things; organizing things; and rearranging things. The last one…because I love to move things around so my peeps can’t find anything. Just ask them…they will tell you. *lies*

10. Writing. I have a few book ideas. And that, my pretties is as far as I’ve gotten with it. My bff, Joanne can holler at me all she likes, but it is what it is. For now.

11. And finally, sticking my nose into everyone else’s biz. Apparently, according to My Man anyway, I totally excel at this one. You have been warned.

Love you guys!


The Post that Shall Not be Named.

While I’m searching for a witty title for this blog post, I figured I best just get a-typing.

I’m in love with all things British. I always have been. Way, way before Downton. I called in sick to work the day Diana married her Prince Not-So-Charming. I love Crabtree & Evelyn products. And I have always been a huge fan of PBS and, what my spousal unit lovingly refers to as my “stupid British comedies.” My paternal grandmother was a Spencer from England. Not of the Diana Spencer’s, I’m sure, but still…

I’m a huge fan of English Cheddar, but not so much English beers and ales. And, do not even get me started on British actors who portray James Bond. *swoon*

My bff, Chuck (short for Charlene, so calm down) and I have a trip planned to hit the British Isles. She’s ready to go any time, she tells me. I am determined that we will hit the British Isles before we are old and gray and stuck in one of those “bus the old folks around Great Britain” tours. *shudder*

English Literature…yes and more yes. Jane Austen; Keats; Shakespeare, Christopher Marlowe; Virginia Woolf. I just purchased this book: Complete Sonnets and Poems: The Oxford Shakespeare. It’s HISTORY so it totally does not count as a book and totally falls under the restrictions of my Book-Buying-Ban of 2013*

*which includes buying whatever I want*

All of my Downton DVD’s are back home where they belong. I’m seriously wanting to have a Downton Marathon. Just me, the fireplace and a pot of good, British Tea. And scones. Sadly, my weekends are packed full through November. But I have it on the calendar and it is happening. In the meantime, Ripper Street, Season 1, just arrived from Amazon and I will get in a mini British drama marathon sometime soon.

Speaking of November, I know it is only March…mid-March…but today I had a mini-freak-out-sesh: my baby is going to be a senior in T-minus three months. A Senior. Seriously, he was just born a short couple of years ago and, by the way, he is continuing to grow…he has got to be pushing 6’3″ + now. He towers over his father who is 6’1″ and his older brother who is just shy of 6 feet.. I guess the doc was correct after all. Take your toddler’s two-year height and double it. At age 2 he was 3’2″.

I have not forgotten about your list of suggested posts. I am just really struggling with writing about assigned topics. Which is why my book is at a stand still.

This is me with no make-up and my new reading glasses. Just because.

Love you guys.

Working out, Twilight and Mondays.

I haven’t worked out in two weeks. It’s so frustrating. I have injured (re-injured?) my right foot and while I have done everything I know to do…pamper it, stay off it, ibuprofen, ice, etc., it is still not any better and now is impacting my knee and hip, etc. So I broke down and made an appointment with the orthopedic doc. *sigh* I hate going to the doctor. But, doesn’t everyone? (except my father-in-law) My appointment is tomorrow afternoon. Please, pray that it is not a fracture or anything really stupid like that. I am ready to get back to some cardio and really, there is no reason I can’t go to the gym and do some ab work and upper body stuff. Right? Right? I just hate gimpin’ into the gym.

It’s Monday. I like Monday’s. I know that most folks don’t. I like the quiet. Except when I fall back asleep and forget that I told the Wild Boy that I would wake him up for his orthodontist appointment. Not that that has happened or anything *today* *cough.* After that may or may not have happened this morning and the Wild Boy may or may not have run out the door slamming it behind him, it was super quiet in the house. It was later than I like, but I sat down for my quiet time and soaked in the calm and the peace. That just sounds wonderful and idyllic, doesn’t it? Immediate peace and quiet. Or, not so much. My mind raced and spinned and flipped around. Just like it has been doing night after night the last few months. So this morning, it took a bit of time for my brain to chill. For the peace to come. This week’s Psalm reading is from Psalm 107 which begins…Give thanks to the Lord,<sup class="crossreference" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: top;" value="(A)”> for he is good; his love endures forever. And, while I continued on reading the entire Psalm, I kept coming back to that first verse. With thanks, came peace; with thanks, came love. I’ll be reading that Psalm all week as part of my Lenten readings. Join me? Here’s a quick link to Psalm 107.

I am obsessed with the song from Breaking Dawn, Part 2…A Thousand Years. Love the melody and the words. Please note I did not say I am obsessed with the Twilight Series. I read the books (okay, I was sort-a kind-a obsessed with the books…read all of them while at the beach one year and still had a couple days to not read…in my defense, they are quick reads.) I have seen all the movies. At least once. They are fun to watch with My Girl.

The song though, I think it reminds me of my relationship with God, which is why I am loving it right now. Here are the words. If you click on the song title, I’ve linked it to Wikipedia (not that I think that everything on Wikipedia is true, but does give some further info about the song and writers.)

Christina Perri
The day we met,
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew that I’d found a home for my heart…
Beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave?
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone?
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What’s standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more…
Love you guys.

Saturday morning…a list.

I have written a handful of posts since actually publishing one on February 27. None that I have been happy with. Do other blogger’s do this? I read about blogger’s who plan out their blog ideas months/weeks down the road and then sit down and actually write according to the plan! That is…not something I have been able to do. At all. I can see it if you blog about food or decorating or crafts. But I know blogger’s who blog about random junk like I do and they blog on a schedule and plan. Clearly, I am not as disciplined and do not have as much to say. My favorite go-to is still A List. For example:

1. My house is decorated in that awkward between-seasons style. And by “decorated” I mean I put out a couple of ceramic bunnies. Next to the remaining Christmas decorations.

2. I do know, however, that it is Spring due to this sighting: the ants are back in town. Specifically, their favorite hang-out…the fireplace tile in the living room. Let ant war twenty-thirteen begin.

3. Speaking of Spring, apparently summer is just around the corner. And while I have been working out semi-regularly for months now, I haven’t lost a pound. I finally realized it is time to get serious about eating. It’s not like I haven’t been aware that my eating is a…the…problem, but I’m just easing into getting serious about it. Since I’m a book freak, you can imagine I have a ton of books on healthy eating. Let’s not go so far as to call it a “diet.” Such negative connotations. So I pulled this book out of the stack next to the chair in the living room and my mission, should I choose to accept it, is to come up with a working eating plan for myself and for my family. Which is impossible since we are all trying to lose weight except for the Wild Boy who we are trying to pack pounds on.

4. I haven’t been to the gym in over a week due to an old foot injury that is acting up. I’m almost at the point of going to the doctor. Almost. Usually, I am able to baby the foot and get back to life. It’s true, apparently, that turning 50ish really begins to take a toll on one’s healing ability.

5. Big goings on in our household today. The new wheels and tires are in for my red Jeep. The one that I never drive; the one that has been all dolled up with whiz bang lights and a new license plate and camo seat covers. All of which I would have picked out. Except, not so much. So My Man and the Wild Boy have headed to their bff, Dave, who does most of the work on my red Jeep, to mount and install one wheel and one tire so that I the Wild Boy can decide if these are really the wheels and tires I he wants on the red Jeep. Spoiled much? Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, My Man is this way with all of our children. And with me, too. He spoils all of us. And please don’t email me/comment with the good intention of trying to show us the evil of spoiling our children. It won’t do any good. It’s too late. They are officially spoiled and we will do what all spoilers of children do…send them off to college to figure it all out. And, they will and have.

Time to get a move on here at Smith Abbey. Need to get working on my blog-writing plan. Or not. More like laundry, cleaning, cooking and meal planning. I’ll let you know how it’s all going…sometime in the future. That’s as close to a plan as I’ll most likely get.

Love you guys.