Pericope No. 9 {Because That's All I've Got}
If I had two thoughts to rub together, I would. But I don't. So here are some bits of the whole lotta crazy I am feeling these days. Crazy but really good. My heart is grateful for the opportunity to build. I am PRACTICING gratefulness towards all the time it takes.
Here goes my rambling.....
This won't surprise anyone-- for someone who CONSIDERED building the EXACT same house she moved out of.... it's not a shocker I had them build the EXACT same fireplace. BIG smiley face. I am so happy. Now, the stone and brick are different but I can't tell you how much this whispers "home".
This is the dining room wall-- Jeff's handiwork, well, both of ours because I put out a little elbow grease here too. Soperton wood--aka by Jeff as "the most expensive FREE wood I've ever met".
Note to self: NEVER throw away/give away dress up clothes. My mentor, Denise, taught me many things-- some of the most important things about life-- but this tip from her, for some reason, stayed with me. {Btw--That's MY poodle skirt my Mom made for me in high school so I could dress up 50's style...} And below, you'll see even the big girls enjoying dress up!
Can I tell you how ready I am for her foot to stop growing? 3 reasons why--- you can't just run to Target and pick up pointe shoes and you have to SEW ribbons on them once you pay a ridiculous amount of money for them and thirdly, on the plus side, we might can invest in new cowboy boots-- for us to share, even though I may have to do more of the "sharing".
How Julia spends her time at B's games...... I've tried to teach her the game but the book- any book- always wins out.
If Julia wants ANYthing at the new house, it's a GARDEN! Mind you, we live IN Fort Worth, not "out". I hope Jeff has some creativity up his sleeve.
Oh, this woman. Betty Cox. A Fort Worth Treasure. Earlier in the month, we stopped by on our way to ballet to sadly tell her we would not be continuing sewing this year. The lump in my throat held and I did fine but how I miss dropping Julia off on Tuesdays to be loved on, to enjoy friends and to learn more about sewing!
If you have an extra 3 and a 1/2 minutes click here to be blessed by part of her story. Grab a tissue.
And this is where Julia wanted to put her sewing time. A garden and horses...... hmmm...
Many "bits" of my day are trying to keep up with this guy. Brighton adds the interesting commentary to our days. He has been for quite some time. His practice sentence above made me scratch my head, "Hey man like dude can I go with you?" All that Sanders' surfer talk.
???
This is not a nap. This is not a mental break. This is not a quiet moment after exerting great amounts of effort on his writing assignment. It's exactly what you think. And I am supposed to work with that?
This is always fun to find, assignment in the trash AFTER he leaves for school. I have no understanding of this.
Now, THIS, I totally get. A little space. A good book. Yes.
Sweet moment? Yes, I am choosing to remember it this way but reality is, they were SUPPOSED to be doing something else.
And this picture is just to document that Jeff's mind is in another hemisphere as he works so hard getting things ready in and for the house. I went to make coffee as the school morning got started and could not find ONE coffee bean in the house. Jeff Sanders is never without coffee beans. And my Keurig is broken-- and by the way, is there a magic word to say when you call the customer service number in order for them to send you a NEW one? Everyone keeps telling me, "They just sent me a new one, like twice!" I have had no such offer and I have even descaled mine every three months! And spit shined it. So.... no coffee yesterday morning until I wasted 10 minutes going through my 6 foot deep pantry and found this. Happy girl.
To remember the hottest September, here is the lemonade stand from a few weekends ago. These girls had it going on-- right at the speed bump in front of our house. They even had Brighton down on othe corner in his football uniform waving people in off Camp Bowie. They played on people's nostalgia and utter shock at how hot it was that Saturday in September.
Okay, so I saved the best for last.... You ready for this? You've seen my boy's hair. When he spends the night with people, a parent NEVER fails to comment on his morning hair! It's really quite unbelievable. It's EVERYWHERE--- in all directions--- into the next room. It's distracting. So you can imagine the work it takes to get it DOWN-- drama almost every morning. Yesterday, he hit the wall with it and turned to me and said, "I want my hair cut today and you can tell them to cut it however you want to!" {You can figure out the background with that comment.} I am all about simplifying these days and the less drama the better so I told the lady we wanted a traditional SHORT haircut. Let's just say it got a whole lot worse before it got better. I even pulled to the side another lady who worked there to ask her was this going to turn out okay? It looked like a cross between a bowl and Steven Curtis Chapman from 1990. From the look on his face, I could not leave the chair's side. I really thought he was going to cry. I am sure the lady was completely annoyed with me as I watched her every snip. B was giving me the death look in the mirror and I tried to keep a reassuring smile on my face. He was mor-ti-fied. When we got in the car to leave, he had me STOP the car in the parking lot so he could get out and get in the back. He would not even sit with me.
An hour later, he was hugging me and telling me he was sorry for all the things he said and that he really liked his hair. Boys....... {or is that "girls"?}
So here is the back! Makes me think of my nephew RJ.
Ready?
I can see him!!!!!!! He got out of bed this morning and looked in the mirror and couldn't believe how tame it looked.
Our "housemate" Emily is housesitting for friends this week so I asked B could we take a picture for Emily and send to her, this is what I got:
There are a many pieces in my life these days-- just like yours. In this season with building a house added, I don't want to forget these things that make up the real life. And we want to enjoy the memories again later. And who knew I could find my heart written on a book in the dollar aisle at Target.
And now, if Target would just sell pointe shoes.
Here goes my rambling.....
This won't surprise anyone-- for someone who CONSIDERED building the EXACT same house she moved out of.... it's not a shocker I had them build the EXACT same fireplace. BIG smiley face. I am so happy. Now, the stone and brick are different but I can't tell you how much this whispers "home".
This is the dining room wall-- Jeff's handiwork, well, both of ours because I put out a little elbow grease here too. Soperton wood--aka by Jeff as "the most expensive FREE wood I've ever met".
My nickname for the house is "The House that Craig Built"- no, not Jeff but Craig as in Craig's List. We regret not filming the whole ordeal from the beginning, like in spring 2012. Here we are with tubs for the kid's rooms. We've strapped all sorts of things to this car. You just never know what you are going to find as you check cities you are driving through! And it looks GREAT on the budget sheet. If you ever want to know what all exactly we found and acquired from CL, just ask. We can make you true believers. Promise. {My Jeff is NOT for hire.}
So after I laughed like a crazy person after I got the bid back for blinds in my house, these pictures are scrolling through my Photo Stream- for the time being. Hello, Home Depot...... and a hack saw. Just don't tell my neighbors.
Note to self: NEVER throw away/give away dress up clothes. My mentor, Denise, taught me many things-- some of the most important things about life-- but this tip from her, for some reason, stayed with me. {Btw--That's MY poodle skirt my Mom made for me in high school so I could dress up 50's style...} And below, you'll see even the big girls enjoying dress up!
Can I tell you how ready I am for her foot to stop growing? 3 reasons why--- you can't just run to Target and pick up pointe shoes and you have to SEW ribbons on them once you pay a ridiculous amount of money for them and thirdly, on the plus side, we might can invest in new cowboy boots-- for us to share, even though I may have to do more of the "sharing".
How Julia spends her time at B's games...... I've tried to teach her the game but the book- any book- always wins out.
If Julia wants ANYthing at the new house, it's a GARDEN! Mind you, we live IN Fort Worth, not "out". I hope Jeff has some creativity up his sleeve.
If you have an extra 3 and a 1/2 minutes click here to be blessed by part of her story. Grab a tissue.
And this is where Julia wanted to put her sewing time. A garden and horses...... hmmm...
Many "bits" of my day are trying to keep up with this guy. Brighton adds the interesting commentary to our days. He has been for quite some time. His practice sentence above made me scratch my head, "Hey man like dude can I go with you?" All that Sanders' surfer talk.
???
This is not a nap. This is not a mental break. This is not a quiet moment after exerting great amounts of effort on his writing assignment. It's exactly what you think. And I am supposed to work with that?
This is always fun to find, assignment in the trash AFTER he leaves for school. I have no understanding of this.
Now, THIS, I totally get. A little space. A good book. Yes.
Sweet moment? Yes, I am choosing to remember it this way but reality is, they were SUPPOSED to be doing something else.
And this picture is just to document that Jeff's mind is in another hemisphere as he works so hard getting things ready in and for the house. I went to make coffee as the school morning got started and could not find ONE coffee bean in the house. Jeff Sanders is never without coffee beans. And my Keurig is broken-- and by the way, is there a magic word to say when you call the customer service number in order for them to send you a NEW one? Everyone keeps telling me, "They just sent me a new one, like twice!" I have had no such offer and I have even descaled mine every three months! And spit shined it. So.... no coffee yesterday morning until I wasted 10 minutes going through my 6 foot deep pantry and found this. Happy girl.
To remember the hottest September, here is the lemonade stand from a few weekends ago. These girls had it going on-- right at the speed bump in front of our house. They even had Brighton down on othe corner in his football uniform waving people in off Camp Bowie. They played on people's nostalgia and utter shock at how hot it was that Saturday in September.
Okay, so I saved the best for last.... You ready for this? You've seen my boy's hair. When he spends the night with people, a parent NEVER fails to comment on his morning hair! It's really quite unbelievable. It's EVERYWHERE--- in all directions--- into the next room. It's distracting. So you can imagine the work it takes to get it DOWN-- drama almost every morning. Yesterday, he hit the wall with it and turned to me and said, "I want my hair cut today and you can tell them to cut it however you want to!" {You can figure out the background with that comment.} I am all about simplifying these days and the less drama the better so I told the lady we wanted a traditional SHORT haircut. Let's just say it got a whole lot worse before it got better. I even pulled to the side another lady who worked there to ask her was this going to turn out okay? It looked like a cross between a bowl and Steven Curtis Chapman from 1990. From the look on his face, I could not leave the chair's side. I really thought he was going to cry. I am sure the lady was completely annoyed with me as I watched her every snip. B was giving me the death look in the mirror and I tried to keep a reassuring smile on my face. He was mor-ti-fied. When we got in the car to leave, he had me STOP the car in the parking lot so he could get out and get in the back. He would not even sit with me.
An hour later, he was hugging me and telling me he was sorry for all the things he said and that he really liked his hair. Boys....... {or is that "girls"?}
So here is the back! Makes me think of my nephew RJ.
Ready?
I can see him!!!!!!! He got out of bed this morning and looked in the mirror and couldn't believe how tame it looked.
Our "housemate" Emily is housesitting for friends this week so I asked B could we take a picture for Emily and send to her, this is what I got:
And now, if Target would just sell pointe shoes.
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