Super sweet

super-sweet-blogging-award1What a whirlwind this month has been so far!  I can’t believe it’s already the halfway point of January.

Of course, this means that I’ll be 30 before I know it.  That’s right, the big day is at the end of the month.  It’ll be an interesting one this year, for a bunch of reasons, and I’ll be glad to kiss the big 3-0 goodbye next year (for other reasons).

Here’s hoping 30 (and 31) are better for me than they were for my mom.  This is something that is going to weigh heavily on my mind for a long time.  I may even try to explain it at some point.

But not right now.  That’s not supposed to be the point of this post.  The point of this post is that holy cow, I can’t believe January’s half gone.  Yep.  That’s it.  That’s the point.

Okay, no it’s not.

Thirteen things

IMG_20131229_185204I got the idea for this post from my friend Sammy, and the idea is to list thirteen positive things and connected to me (at least, that’s what I gathered from her brief intro).  This list is in no particular order, except for the order in which they occurred to me.  So, without further ado, here are thirteen positive things from 2013:

Time flies!

Another week has come and gone and with it, another month as well.  This past week seemed to drag by – there was more than once that I could have sworn that time really was standing still.  But at last it’s the weekend!  So what does that mean?

It means that I’ll blink and it will be Monday.

There’s a NASCAR race in Newton today that Seymour is at with a friend, so there was much cleaning last night and this morning.  Tomorrow is the annual family reunion, so tonight I’ll have much cooking to do.  But right now?  Right now, the boys are down for a nap and I have time to get some writing and/or editing done.

And what am I doing?  I’m blogging because I’m too worn out for all the thinking that writing and editing involves.  And I had something I wanted to post about, but now I can’t remember what it was. *sigh*  Perhaps if I could get rid of this darn headache, I could remember more than just my name… 😀


Well, I haven’t gotten rid of the headache, but I did kill a couple hours reading stuff online and then a couple more hanging out with an old friend.  Time to feed the kiddoes and have a little quiet time before the craziness of tomorrow!  Have a great night, everybody! 🙂

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May Day!

Can you believe it’s May already?  What the heck happened to April?  And didn’t we just have Christmas last week?  Where is the time going?

Well, I intended this post to be a sort of recap.  See, not only did I do the National Poetry Month challenge last month, I also participated in the Ultimate Blog Challenge.  I signed up for it at the last minute after reading about it on my friend Kina’s blog and, while I mostly forgot to use the Twitter hashtag and tweet my posts, I at least remembered to post them in the Facebook group and visit the other participants’ sites.  There were tons of amazing posts written in April and I’m glad I joined in this challenge.  Maybe I’ll even sign up for the next one! 🙂

I was going to do a little more in-depth post today, but I’m a little bit sleep deprived after staying up to watch three hours’ worth of Dancing with the Stars last night so I could see who went home.  Sleep deprivation has been a recurring theme for me the last couple of weeks, and not because the kids aren’t sleeping (they are).  Okay, time to go take a nap or something so I can make some semblance of sense tomorrow.  Maybe.

Happy May, everybody!

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Transcendental pinning

Walt Whitman's use of free verse became apprec...

Walt Whitman’s use of free verse became appreciated by composers seeking a more fluid approach to setting text. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


So, a couple of hours ago, I was happily scrolling through my Pinterest feed when I came across a quote by Walt Whitman.  I thought up some clever quip to use in the description field, hit the Repin button, and then decided to double-check something before I posted it for all the world to see.  It’s a good thing I did, because as it turns out, I had my nineteenth-century American authors mixed up.  (I always get Whitman, Emerson, and Thoreau confused.)


Of course now, after having spent the last couple of hours reading about Walt Whitman, the Washingtonians, “O Captain! My Captain!“, the Wilmot Proviso, and a few other random things on Wikipedia, I have absolutely no idea what that clever quip I thought up was anymore.  Heck, I couldn’t even remember why I was reading about Walt Whitman in the first place till I clicked over to my Pinterest tab and saw that I was in the middle of pinning something.


But I guess that’s just the way it goes.  This has been one of the longest weeks in recent memory and I don’t suppose it will get much better in the next day or so.  But!  Come Friday, I’ll be entering Pitch Madness, so that’s gotta count for something, right?


Okay, that whole last paragraph doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.  I’m tired. I’ll blame the time change.  And then I’ll go to bed. 😀


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Just one more thing

I’ll be posting about my talk with the students at Reinbeck Elementary School soon.  Yesterday and today have both been pretty long days, though – Cricket just can’t seem to shake this flu bug.  In the meantime, posting may be a bit sporadic.  I imagine everyone’s schedules are in a bit of flux this month, so I hope you’ll all kindly bear with me.  I should be back to normalish soonish.

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Redefining extraordinary


This post began its humble life as a comment on my friend Tricia’s blog post “Extraordinary.”  It was late and I began writing, suddenly wide awake.  Pretty soon, I realized that my comment could easily become as long as her actual post if I wasn’t careful.

I first read Tricia’s post on Griffin’s Quill and I found it absolutely amazing because I’ve been dealing with so many of the feelings she mentions in her post myself lately.  So much of my life is one long, monotonous march toward the end – the end of the laundry, the end of the dishes, the endless cries of, “Don’t do that!” and “Don’t hit your brother!” and “Play nice!” and “Stay in bed, for the love of God!”  It’s dreary and dreadful and mind-numbingly boring some days.  I feel like I’m living in a fog.

But then, I open a book.

Warning: Whining ahead

I am sooo not a morning person. I’m even worse when I’m sleep-deprived and required to be up early. Take this morning, for instance. This morning we had to be up at 5:00 a.m., but we didn’t get to bed till almost midnight and I’m pretty sure it was after that by the time I fell asleep.

I was already exhausted after the weekend. Now I’m more exhausted. And I get to drive two hours home. Yaaay. But it could be a whole lot worse. And I finally finished the edits on chapter five, so there’s that. 🙂

I’d love to just go home, take a nap, and spend the rest of the evening working on revisions, but I know that won’t happen. I wonder if I’ll ever have free time to myself again, like I did when I was a “crazy busy” teenager.

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