1. The Zombies, Run! app has to be the most fun C25K (Couch to 5K) app ever. Armband + earbuds + this app = me having fun running for the first time in my life.
2. Kale chips don’t save well overnight. Eat them immediately out of the oven. You’ll be happy.
3. A trip to the library is the equivalent of me climbing into a Delorian with a flux capacitor. I’m not making a statement about books being antiquated; I’m saying that being among gobs of paper covered with cardboard reminds me that once I was a bookworm, and I still like books very much. Dear Books, Will you be my friend again? Check yes or no.
4. There seems to be nothing more the neurologist can do for me right now. He’s run all the tests he finds appropriate, and his parting words were pretty much, “Well, you seem to be getting better. See you in 6 months.” He’s a good doctor, and I think maybe what’s going on with me isn’t going to be addressed by his field. I doubt I’ll go back unless something drastic changes.
5. My kids are so full of grace toward me. At the same bedtime in which I’m kicking myself for being a sorry, impatient, selfish mom, my kids are thanking God for me in their prayers and snuggling up to me. The way they love me so fully in spite of my failures reminds me of the verse that says, “His kindness leads us to repentance.” You can’t help but want to be better when you’re the recipient of such an undeserved gift.
6. People are so weird when it comes to ceremonies these days. We complain if it’s too long, we complain if it’s too short. Some people wouldn’t mind if it didn’t happen at all, because “it doesn’t change anything,” even though others would pay more than $1000 to suffer in coach for 15 hours just to attend. Some of us get dressed up in our best duds just to show up and chat with a neighbor the whole time. We are weird, y’all. (I still think they’re important.)
It was after I’d written all these down that I realized they were all about food and exercise. I may have learned other things this week, but I think I’ll save those for a blog post that will stay trapped in my head for a good two weeks. Maybe this Summer I’ll be able to write more frequently.
- Don’t bake with colored toothpicks. The dye will come off around the holes where you punctured your newly Pinterested pesto-chicken-roll-up recipe, and while confetti cake is awesome, unintentional confetti chicken is not.
- Zumba makes me feel like one of the cool kids.
- This stuff should not go in your eye. It’s not the worst thing you can imagine, but it was probably the worst part of my Thursday. It’s important to make sure that the pump spray is pointed in the right direction. Oh, you knew that already?
- I’m the only one in this family of five who really, really likes kale.
- My husband likes golf enough to play during the same week that he breaks down and visits a doctor for a shoulder issue. Hmm. This I cannot relate to.
- My middle child’s love language decidedly is quality time. We rode our bikes and ran around the block together a couple of times tonight, and twice he looked up and said unprompted, “I love you, Mom.”
- Two of my kids are old enough and strong enough to help me train for a 5k. My oldest can run like crazy, and she shocked herself – and me – with how easy it was for her to run 1.3 miles tonight. She’s come a long way since February. Now instead of thinking I can’t exercise because I’m with the kids, I should think I can exercise because I’m with the kids. Hallelujah!
1. In order to pop a 6 in the game of Trouble, one should “talk smack in your head,” according to my daughter. “It didn’t work,” I said. “Welllp, it works for me on my journey,” said my oh-so-wise 7 year old.
2. Clear, hanging shoe organizers are the answer. I’ve had a clean countertop all week!
3. “Super Duper Pooper” is even funnier performed in a spot-on cockney accent by my oh-so-wise 7 year old.
4. I really long to celebrate Easter in a much bigger, completely uncheesy way. The Easter Bunny didn’t come to our house, and my eldest noticed. “It must have been the rain.” And that’s a story too long for this type post.
4. Among the many, often short-lived, usually unwanted nicknames that I have received in 3 decades, “Bag Lady” should have been one of them. In my dejunking (let’s not fool ourselves here with the word “clutter”) frenzy, I went through 4 large tote bags full of teaching stuff. Each one was like a time capsule. My favorite was apparently from 2005-2006. Here are some of the more remarkable items I
rescued trashed.1. My husband’s license that expired in 2006. Pardon the mustaches to protect his identity. I prefer them not on his face. 2. Eight-year-old lip gloss anyone? 3. Cassette tapes!! YES! I showed them to my kids and they were like “Wha?” 4. A birthday card for Megan. I hope I called. 5. Phone cards and a NetZero CD. Doesn’t that seem ancient?! 6. Two of the three hole punches I found. No need to trash those! 7. My husband’s lanyard ID for summer camp when he was a youth pastor. 8. These are still cool, right? No, they didn’t work. 9. A mini cassette! I guess I love all forms of media.
1. I wouldn’t want to decorate my entire home with Ikea products, but I could surely spend 6 hours and several hundred dollars there!
2. I do have enough willpower to walk in a really cool store and emerge with nothing. Take that, all you hipsters in the very, very long lines.
3. Riding a bike is still a lot of fun.
4. My 4 year old may know how to manipulate my phone into doing a back handspring double back tuck with a twist, but he still needs help learning how to capture a picture.
5. I’ve been a bit naive about why many of the students I teach ended up at my school. I usually imagine that someone pushed a principal’s buttons too many times, got suspended too many times, went off on a teacher, had too many absences… Hearing the word “probation officer” from a middle school student still makes me pause.
6. It feels really, really good to be ahead of the ballgame. These bad boys are ready to thaw for a day, get dumped in a crockpot, and be consumed by my hungry crew. If you want to learn what preparedness feels like, check this out.
7. Earbuds are not for wearing while children are awake. More like, The Eleventh Commandment: Earbuds shall not appear in thine ear whilst Lutz the Youngest might possibly be inclined to stir. My 19 month old made it clear that he is The Adventurous One when he was discovered by a neighbor in another neighbor’s yard — and I had no idea that he’d left the house. I was cooking and listening to Dave Ramsey, the boys were playing in their rooms, and then… There he was. In muddy socks. Holding a basketball. 30 yards away from my door. So now we know that he can hold the storm door open and get over the threshold. Sliding chain locks will soon be placed up high on both doors.
I’m hoping to turn this into a weekly post, sometime during the weekend. Um, don’t mind that it’s Monday, and I forgot to finish editing before today. Other than the title, I haven’t set any other boundaries on this post, so it may be 50 words, or it may be 900. Still interested? Read on.
- I should have bought a wax-based eyebrow pencil a long time ago. It takes me from 15 to adult in about 12 seconds. (Far off, that is. Up close in the mirror, it’s quite obvious I’m past 30, cleverly disguised brown marks or not.)
- Deciding that your biggest professional moment to date is not all about you becomes a professional strength.
- The 20 year-old stories you were told may not very well represent the person standing in front of you. In fact, they’re more likely to be inaccurate than not.
- I love how my husband prioritizes. Playing in a basketball tournament so he can hang out with people he would like to feel more included takes priority over a long-time dream of running a marathon, even though he’d trained as far as 16 miles this time. Mr. Point Guard strained his calf muscle twice, ending his dream for this year, and yet he doesn’t regret it.
- I need a new toothbrush. My toddler just walked into the living room with it in his mouth. And that’s not the first time this week. Maybe I really need a bathroom door handle that works instead.
- When you’re memorizing Jesus’ sermon on the mount, his claim that his “yoke is easy” a few chapters later stands out like an open patch of carpet on my kids’ bedroom floor. You just want to stand still on it. You spend a couple of months trying to remember his words intensifying the Law of the Israelites, making it further impossible to keep, and then he says, “For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” And that reminded me…
- Jesus is all about grace.
- Scripture Typer is my favorite new tool for memorizing.
- Jay Bilas is my favorite Dookie, and I want to read his new book Toughness: Developing True Strength On and Off the Court.
- Sixth graders still do not understand my sense of humor, but eighth graders and I are on the same plane. Sorry, eighth graders. That’s not good news for you.