Ladies and gents, I am back on The FlyLady bandwagon. Don’t worry, I’m not crazed or judgmental towards unshiny sinks. My sink is currently full on both sides, but so much better than it was yesterday it’s not EVEN funny.
Here’s what I’ve been thinking. In a couple of years, Kevin and I plan on having a baby. It’s not in the near future, but it’s not that distant either. And can anyone remember what you were doing 5 years ago? Five years ago, I was lamenting a non-relationship with a guy who strung (strewed? strang? usheilkd? WHAT?) me along for months. (Hello, roommate and dorm friends — does anyone remember this?) If all goes as planned (and it never does, but whatever) we will have a 2-year-old in 5 years.
TIMEOUT.
Let’s stop and think about that for a minute. In a few years, we’re going to have a baby. (Sorry for all the italics. I get very “Rilla Blythe” when I think about the future and babies and AHH!) That’s insanity. How life changes so quickly. Now I’m married and it feels like I’ve always been married. Nine months down and it feels like forever. In a good way. And while I was thinking about having babies I was looking at my toes. Because toes kind of remind me of babies. They are little and cute. Well, some people’s are. And then I was looking at my tiny toe on my left foot. On the inside part of that toenail, it grows at a perfect right angle, creating a dangerously sharp point (and they don’t even need clipping right now). And because I am all hippy at heart, I’ve already started working on a birth plan (I did this like 2 years ago, it’s changed as I have). Now, I know how to make sure hospital staff doesn’t go against my wishes.
I threaten them with my razor-sharp left pinky-toenail.
Brilliant, right? I know! With feet up in the air like that I should have a clear shot at somebody’s jugular.
Then, I started thinking, which led me to ask this question of you all. Seriously. Who does that? You can’t give prisoners (the hardcore kind) nail clippers. And in a situation like mine, you definitely can’t let them go unclipped. If the need presented itself, I would use this thing as a shiv. No one would see it coming.
I’m going to have to work on that left roundhouse kick though.
Okay, back to the original topic.
That. That is a little frightening. And what I have come to realize is that if I can’t get my housekeeping under control when there are just two of us, there’s no way I’m going to know what to do when there are suddenly 3 and I’m faced with about 1000x the responsibilities that I have right now.
So, in the words of Barney Fife (who I am referencing for the 2nd time this week*), I’m nipping it in the bud.
I’ll keep you updated on my progress. Now, links!
*The first time was in regard to the “shooting” at Oklahoma City Community College.
Apparently kids today do not know who Barney Fife is. This makes me sad.
This has been a very odd week.
Something felt off on Wednesday. I saw someone I didn’t want to see that evening which gave my heart a scary little jumpstart. Then later that night I found that our wedding site had been hacked and the culprit had left their calling card — name and email address. Idiot. This person has been a concern of mine for some time, but I never imagined this. Keeping my eyes peeled and will call the cops if necessary. Sheesh.
Tragedy struck my hometown and someone that my mom is close to. It’s not mine to talk about so I won’t. But I can tell that it’s been difficult for people around there to deal with this. Everyone is in my prayers.
And my tummy has been bothering me again. So much this morning that I’m not going to have my coffee. Maybe later. I probably need to get back on a better eating plan because right now I’m not doing anything. My weight is fine, but I don’t feel good. It’s always been hard to deal with this because people can’t tell that I’m ill when I am. And that kinda makes me feel like a slacker at life. I shouldn’t worry or wonder what people think about, I know. It’s just that all these years dealing with it has conditioned me to do so.
That’s more than I wanted to say. Links…
It was a long weekend. And not the good kind either. Today was a long, crazy day and I’m hoping the rest of the week shapes up pretty quickly because I’m in no mood to deal with stragglers. Plus, I have a trip to Virginia Beach to look forward to, Lord willing. It is looking like we may get some nasty ice around here. Nothing like me and Kevin deciding to visit family back east to put mother nature in the mood for a good freeze. Thanks a lot, lady.
On with the show…
*taptaptap*
Anyone listening? You ready?
Get some self-esteem. It is a sad, sad situation if you have to belittle others at every turn to make yourself feel better. I’m sorry for whatever happened in your past to make you behave in such a way now. But you need to grow up and stop.
Good grief.
Have a great week, y’all!
Guhhhh.
That’s the noise my sinuses are making. It’s better than the screaming. So glad the screaming has stopped.
Some links for you:
Have a great week, y’all. I’m grabbing the teapot I received from a coworker (who hated me) and refashioned into a neti pot.
Quick! Links!
Truth is that I need to coffee more on Monday than Sunday, anyway. This weekend (ever since I bought that box of candy canes) I’ve been enjoying peppermint mochas. Mmm.
Short week at work, but likely a busy one with all we have going on. Best thing? The week ends with my birthday. I should probably come up with a list of things that I’d like to have. One of our good friends (the minister who married us) has a running list that he updates. And it’s LONG. Perhaps I should do that?
I know. You’ve been longing for one of these. Here goes.
Happy, crampy Sunday morning. At least for me. I share TMI all the time right? I mean, it’s not too much for me, I’m a girl, but I wonder if the guys around here get tired of it. My husband is pretty tolerant, I’ll say. It’s weird what changes when you get married. Seriously, there’s a laundry list. But those of you who are married know that.
Well, I haven’t posted in forever and since the only comfortable position I can find right now is me wedged into a corner of the couch with my Macbook tilted kinda funny and my back twisted to look at it, I thought I’d give you an edition of Sunday Morning Coffee. It’s been a while. And I’ve saved up a lot of links to share with you folks.
Tomorrow what I will have for you is the rest of the wedding story, starting with the rehearsal on Monday, reflections on the day-of on Tuesday, Wednesday I’ll bring you my memories of the wedding, Thursday will be *drumroll* the wedding video, and Friday I’ll tell you all about the reception. It’s going to be a fun week!

Italian Roast again. But this bag is from Walmart, so it’s not freshly ground and man oh man can you tell the difference. It’s cheaper this way though (bags were $7 ea.–$0.98 less than the regular price) and right now I’m learning how to save and be a good steward of what the Lord has given me.
It’s been a while. This planning a wedding thing takes up a lot of a girl’s time. On the up side, only 2 months, 4 weeks, and 1 day until our wedding!
Lately, all I have been doing is pushing through my to-do list of DIY things for the wedding. Right now we’re (me and yes, the prospective groom, Kevin) working on getting the invitations cut out and assembled. I designed them myself, printed them on handmade seaside papers, and now we’re trimming them up and attaching them to some sturdy “eggplant” colored cardstock. The invitations should be going on the first week of April.
Next on the list of things to do is to stamp out the “wish jars” on some cardstock. Guests will be asked to leave their wishes, hopes, and advice for us “in” the jars at the reception. I’m really looking forward to what you all will have to say!
Also, I have to find a guestbook I’m happy with. At this point I am thinking about just going to Hobby Lobby and buying the one that matches the flower girl baskets and ring pillow. I was going to go for a more creative idea, but now I’m kinda…eh. Whatev. Let’s get this show on the road.
Here’s a short list of things that I have left to do. I assure you I am forgetting some of them.
Whew. I’ll be back later today with some links for you to enjoy after your Sunday afternoon nap. Off to church!
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Have a nice nap? Good. I gardened.

