Hello Wonders
J and I have decided to go a craft everyday until Christmas. Like I didn’t have enough to do already.
Day 1
Paint my sister’s house for her Christmas card.
Done. 😉
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Mundy Madness / Fight the Battles You Can Win
Wonderers:
A few month ago I heard whispering in my sleep. A conspiracy of sorts between my husband and 4 years old granddaughter. “I’ll get you your own room real soon. I promise.” “Can it be pink?”, she said. His response, “Whatever you want!”
Now there are two concerns going through my mind. Where is this room coming from and why is it I’m the only one cleaning in this place and I don’t have my own room?
I thought I was taking over the office but the husband has claimed it for himself. He is taking a 6 month certification class and feels the office is the only place he can study. He bought himself a new desk and a new office chair to go along with it. It looks pretty darn studious in there too. He goes in there and shuts the door and studies until his heart is content. Sometimes I swear I hear laughter coming from there and it is funny, I went to college at night for 6 years and I studied at the kitchen table with major interruptions. But okay, fight the battles you can win!
So I know the only empty space is the spare bedroom. The spare bedroom I’ve had my eyeon (after I lost the office that is) for my art studio. It has morning light and a real nice size closet and it’s close to my bedroom. Is this the space he is conspiring to give her? Of course it is! She isn’t even ready for her own room. She sleeps in our bed every night as it is.
The two of them were making plans. She told me she was going to get a bunk bed. We went to the furniture store. I’m was looking at full size beds, she’s looking at bunks. Before I came to the conclusion the bed I was looking for was not at this store, the bunk bed had been purchased. As we walked out the store she leaned over to me and said, “I told you so!”
Another explained plan, pop-pop was going to sleep on the bottom bunk and read stories to her every night. Okay this could be promising! If I lost my room for a open bed, well, that could work. So I help paint the room pink and had a life time insured closet installed at pop-pop expense because after all, she might move out and it will be my room someday. I’ll have to paint over the pepto bismo pink but Once again I conceded. Fight the battles you can win!
The bunk was delivered. The plan was executed between those two. She won the prize! I cleaned her room, moved all her clothes in there, decorated and spent all my mad money on making it fun for the two of them. The first night was all set for the bunk mates. I was popping pop-corn for them when something strange happened. I was caught me off guard. I didn’t know what to do. I heard whispering.
“Mom-Mom can you sleep with me and read me a story?”
Wonderers,
I think I won?
Thanks for perusing and Good night.
Cause I’m a wonderer!
A birthday gift from K. She thought it said wonderer. Who am I to dispute it. She found them and because she loves me, she gifted them to me. I call that wonder. “Always be on the lookout for the presence of wonder!”
And I am a wanderer, yeah a wanderer. I gets around!
Cause I’m a wonderer!
It’s been over a year already?
Wonderers:
My vow of silence is over. I had some mighty problems that I turned over to the Lord but I just kept talking about them. No matter how the conversation started, it would end up on the topics I left at the alter. I just couldn’t stop. I had to close myself off and put my faith in him. He is mighty and now all is well. I can’t wait to see what everyone has been up too.
All Is Well
Happy Day Wonders!
For weeks now I have been in a funk. I’ve been so busy ending the school year, planning summer fun and worrying myself about a crack in my foundation. My daughter has been trying to ease me back to my all is well mentality and yesterday she challenged me on Facebook to sing a worship song. Wow had I been missing so long that she wanted me to sing? In public no doubt. I meet her challenge and when I woke up this morning, I felt the need to catch up on my life in case you’ve been wondering what I’ve been up too since the PTA bake off. I did my celebration mom end of school party having to bake cupcakes for the entire 6th grade!
The auction went well and the children enjoyed themselves. They asked me to follow them to 7th grade.
I’ve accepted a nomination for Vice President for Catawba River Art Guild and accepted a seat on the neighborhood community board. Had the first meeting at my house last Monday and I baked a pound cake and served ice tea. Now in organizing 4th of July events for the neighborhood and a summer activity calendar for the neighbor kids. Meetings, meetings and more meetings! I hope I haven’t over extended myself.
Yes I have been busy but as my daughter reminded me, all is well! I haven’t drawn or painted anything. The new art class is an open air class and it is just tooooo hot!
DANCE
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pick-me-up/
Responding to what word brings me happiness.
The word dance always brings me happiness. Just writing the word seem to bring a feeling of pleasure. And I love to dance!
The passion started at a young age. Twirling around in a tutu and ballet slippers to tap shoes and sparkling costumes made out of satins. I would dance across the performance stage, tongue hanging out the side to my mouth to my mothers dismiss. I couldn’t help it, it was a flaw in the genes but none the less when the performance was over I would be elated. I got through it without any mishaps. Flowers and fancy dinners would follow. Everyone together celebrating my victory. Dance would bring my family together through illness, separation and even divorce.
As a teenager dancing would bring personal freedom. Time to reflect on where I was going and how far I had come. Looking at myself in the mirror as I twirled across studio floors. Long neck, long arms and long muscular legs that for years men and women would comment about whenever I displayed them. A dancer’s body. The body I developed through years of dedication to the art. Dancing for one of the most prestigious dance academy in Philadelphia was my reward. I gladly gave up my Saturday morning and catch the el to rehearse with Philadanco.
As a young woman the partying never stopped. From dancing in the basement with blue lights to club hopping into the morning lights. We could put a party together at the drop of a hat. All we needed was a blue light bulb and something to drink. It always amazed me how through dancing you could meet and fall in love on the dance floor. It would get hot with all the grinding and bumping but the blue lights made everybody look good so you danced until the lights came on and you hoped that magic was real and he asked you for your phone number.
As an older woman I still love to dance with my husband on the rare occasion that we do. When he holds me close and twirls me across the floors I fall in love with him all over again. I feel happiness. I feel young and alive again. After a night of dancing when I wake up I still feel that magic from the night before and I wonder why we don’t dance more often and then I move and feel the pains in my knees and it all comes back to me. Arthritis.
So I wait until the next time I get to actually dance but I live with the feeling dancing gave me through my youth. I dance with my grandchildren as I twirl them across the floor hoping that dancing brings them the happiness I felt. When they stick that tongue out I know they are concentrating on the dance and they laugh and I laugh knowing that it’s in the genes.
Take the time to dance everyone for happiness.
100th Post
Good Morning Wonderers:
I know you’ve been wondering how my home improvement while the hubby was gone projects went. Well…. Drumroll Please….. HE LOVED IT!
First my project list:
Hang curtains
Organize closet
Wash windows
Organize the office
Hang mirror
Shampoo carpets
Wipe down all wood work
Wipe down doors and light fixtures
Wipe down kitchen cabinets
First off I delegated all the wipe down stuff to Brent. My shoulders said No!
My neighbor Andy let me borrow his stud finder and leveler. And while I had it I found all the studs for my windows and in the garage, the kids bathroom and the office. Oh future projects are in the wind. I’ve thought about buying my own stud finder but I would be like a kid with a loaded gun, dangerous. I marked out where all curtain rods should be installed and
Curtains hung. He picked gold but I’m getting ready for Christmas because I think red. With my rods up, what’s stopping me?
Office went from
To
Just need some artwork for that wall. I’m thinking bookshelves. I just met a young carpenter that I think can do it. I’m having him put some shelves in the bathroom to see what he can do. I didn’t do all that measuring for nothing! I wish I had the audacity to paint a mural. And you know I do! I need another road trip for Popi for sure.
Oh and so you know, we did put a hole in the wall in the stairwell when we moved a dresser from the garage up stairs. A little putty knife, putty and paint, he didn’t notice it. I had to wash the stairwell walls though to pull that one off!
I hung the mirror in the bedroom and did get all the carpets shampooed.
I did not get to washing the windows but hey, I covered then with drapes. I only had 6 days. If he had been gone longer I probably would have killed myself. But when he was gone I had fun doing what I wanted to do with no explanation or criticism. When he came back he loved the improvements. That’s what I call compromising my way! 😉
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering!
Me all week!
Hello Wonderers!
I’m moving on to the next project. Curtains are up!
Me, not you
Good Morning Wonders:
My husband is away on business but before he left he said to me I couldn’t go because I needed to stay and watch the kids. He left yesterday at 5 a.m. At 9 a.m., just 4 hours later, I was at urgent care with J. Beads in her nose!
Well honey, I’m setting the tone for my week with the kids, not you. And this curse has been fulfilled. Just 4 hours in and need has been checked . We are moving on to fun.
You left grocery money for me to go food shopping. Guess what? We will be eating out everyday. I’ve already got my map together of where kids eat free. I’m not cooking not one night. I’m in charge of the diet this week, not you. So you know we had CiCi pizza last night, all you can eat. I cancelled my doctor’s appointment this morning. A1c don’t lie. And I’ll probably have pizza again this week. We are sorry you don’t like pizza but we do.
I’ve got a project lined up for everyday this week. Something you wouldn’t let me do or something you told me to wait on. I’m starting with hanging curtains in our living room. I’ve been waiting on you for two years. Today is the day! I’ve got plenty of plaster if I put a hole in the walls. But I got a leveler and a stud finder from a neighbor, hopefully that means I will only put purposeful holes in the wall :-).
I’m relaxing the rules, just a little, because we need a break too. I’m in charge this week. Me, not you. ME!
I’m putting this in writing just in case some of my projects go awry so you’ll know I went a little crazy, but be sure, we will be having fun this week. Fun, fun, fun, fun…..fun.
Disclaimer Wonderers . This is not rebellion or complaints. It’s a proclamation. Mundy Madness is in the house .
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