I woke up this morning and sat on the side of the bed, my head in my hands.
Thursday.
How did we get here? Again. So fast?
I automatically dressed to go to the weight lifting class at the gym. Then as my brain began kicking in, I thought about going to the gym, but working out on my own instead of going to the class. I think I'm getting a little bored.
So here I am all dressed to go to the gym and I'm not going. Because after further thought, I've decided to stay home and work out. Come to think of it the truck is on empty. Another good reason not to drive across town.
Thursday, for me, are what Friday is for everyone else in the workforce since I'm off on Friday and Saturday. I start thinking about my weekend and what that will entail. I begin planning my course, feeling optimistic about what I'll accomplish. Sorting my schedule.
I'm already a little bummed. This weekend will be a busy one, no lazy days at home. My girl is in gymnastics camp this week which means a trip to the local waterpark Friday to top things off. I usually buy groceries on Friday which means I may look like a drowned rat unless I figure out a different time to do that. I'm due for a massage Friday as well. Pity that will be BEFORE the festivities at the water park. Maybe I can get my salon responsiblilities finished today so that won't be a factor on Friday.
I'm working Saturday from 8:30 till about 2, which isn't bad, but there goes the bulk of Saturday. Maybe not. I have no plans after work.
Sunday, at least the first half of the day will be devoted to church. After being out of church for most of this year, (a story unto itself) we've been attending a church again. It's been refreshing and encouraging. A relief to both of us who weren't too sure we'd go back to church again. (Considering that we've never, NOT gone to church, not going to church was a big deal.)
See, my weekend's gone and it hasn't even started yet! I hate when I do that!
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
And Look! I'm Over There!
I joined a new site called cafemom which is basically "myspace" for moms. It's a cool site and their is lots to explore if you're interested in checking it out.
On my page, I have a journal and on a bit of a lark, wrote about the glories of the internet. If you want to read my frivolous post, have at it at http://www.cafemom.com/journals/read.php?post_id=1095709&pop_voted=1
I added a poll to it just for fun.
On my page, I have a journal and on a bit of a lark, wrote about the glories of the internet. If you want to read my frivolous post, have at it at http://www.cafemom.com/journals/read.php?post_id=1095709&pop_voted=1
I added a poll to it just for fun.
Monday, July 7, 2008
The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly
What a nice weekend we had!
We recently met a few new folks at the church we've begun attending and one of the families invited us over for dinner on the 4th. Just plain, unpretentious folks. I enjoyed visiting with them so much.
I love looking at other homes. I like to see the way people use their space, and decorate. I couldn't decide if I wanted to pull it out of the 80's (I did--the wallpaper! the kitchen cabinets!) or just enjoy the "homeyness" of it all. They have cared well for their space and their hospitality was a balm to my soul.
The following evening, we were back again for a church-wide ice cream social.
Oddly enough, although we've lived in this area for about 13 years, we don't really have any close friends here. I have a couple of good friends. Maybe I'm underestimating my friends, but I'm talking about the "hang-out-in-and-out-of-each-others-houses-all-the-time" kind of friends.
It seems easy to start a friendship. You know, the initial hit-it-off goes well. Then there's the "we should have you over" statement; which I really look forward to but rarely materializes. So when we met this couple, I wasn't sure how far this would get off the ground.
I know that I'm one half of the friend equation. Maybe I hold myself apart a little too much. Expecting others to do more than I'm willing to do. Not good.
I always feel a little guilty when people invite us over. I feel like I "owe" them an invite after to keep the playing field even. I really don't enjoy entertaining. Probably because I make too much out of it. Then there's all the stuff that needs to be done around our house. It's not a very welcoming sight right now.
Sigh.
Then I go back to feeling overwhelmed, wondering when all this will get better. (The house, I mean) We did make some progress over the weekend. A baby step, but a step, nevertheless.
Gotta remember this a marathon (maybe a couple of 'em) not a sprint.
We recently met a few new folks at the church we've begun attending and one of the families invited us over for dinner on the 4th. Just plain, unpretentious folks. I enjoyed visiting with them so much.
I love looking at other homes. I like to see the way people use their space, and decorate. I couldn't decide if I wanted to pull it out of the 80's (I did--the wallpaper! the kitchen cabinets!) or just enjoy the "homeyness" of it all. They have cared well for their space and their hospitality was a balm to my soul.
The following evening, we were back again for a church-wide ice cream social.
Oddly enough, although we've lived in this area for about 13 years, we don't really have any close friends here. I have a couple of good friends. Maybe I'm underestimating my friends, but I'm talking about the "hang-out-in-and-out-of-each-others-houses-all-the-time" kind of friends.
It seems easy to start a friendship. You know, the initial hit-it-off goes well. Then there's the "we should have you over" statement; which I really look forward to but rarely materializes. So when we met this couple, I wasn't sure how far this would get off the ground.
I know that I'm one half of the friend equation. Maybe I hold myself apart a little too much. Expecting others to do more than I'm willing to do. Not good.
I always feel a little guilty when people invite us over. I feel like I "owe" them an invite after to keep the playing field even. I really don't enjoy entertaining. Probably because I make too much out of it. Then there's all the stuff that needs to be done around our house. It's not a very welcoming sight right now.
Sigh.
Then I go back to feeling overwhelmed, wondering when all this will get better. (The house, I mean) We did make some progress over the weekend. A baby step, but a step, nevertheless.
Gotta remember this a marathon (maybe a couple of 'em) not a sprint.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
This Is The Official HippyChick Summer Newsletter
Well, it's the 4th of July weekend.
I try to remember it as Independence Day to remind myself of the reason for the holiday, but for some reason, "4th of July" is way easier to say. Nevertheless, my patriotic heart continues to beat.
We have had no plans to do much of anything this weekend. How is that different from any other weekend, I'd like to know?!
Yesterday, for the first time in I don't know when, I actually had a Friday off. I didn't even drive by the salon! I did all the bookwork Thursday evening after work and was done in an hour! I dropped the deposit in the night slot and Friday was truly mine!
I celebrated my luxurious day off by sending the family on a picnic to the park, looking around at the house and bursting into tears. Every where I look there is so much to do, I don't even know where to start. It feels I shuffle stuff from one place to another, never exactly dealing with it. Of course, several projects would get done a lot faster if they had the benefit of some money behind them. But, thanks to the IRS, the dentist and the accountant, that won't be available for awhile.
SIGH.
BUT. I can take baby steps, cleaning and tossing to my heart's content which will keep me busy until then. I'm positive of that.
You know? The benefit (for me) of the poor economy right now is the fact that it is really forcing me to simplify my life. Up till now, I've been looking at simplifying as a novel idea--a new hobby, if you will. A "let me try this and see if I can make it work" kind of thing. Now, it is becoming much more of a necessity. Especially with a few extra (if temporary) bills to pay.
Business is down a little. I can't tell if it's from the summer season, or the economy. I have had a couple of people stretch their appointment time further. Especially those who drive a ways to see me. Then, there are those who swear they would go without food before giving up getting their hair done. I'd personally rather cut my own hair, cuz this girl's gonna eat.
Although I'm working full time, I'm having a lovely summer. I've been reading up a storm. Lot's of light stuff along with more serious reading. I've been spending more time with the family. Hubby and I have seemed to turn a corner in our relationship and I think a lot of the changing has been in me. I've been learning to trust his heart. I listen. I've spent so much time not listening because I was too busy disagreeing in my head to whatever was coming out of his mouth.
Our girl is surprising me every day with her abilities. She's been to gymnastics camp all day for a week. I was afraid it would be too much for her and that she would be tired and irritable, but she is very resilient. We are still coaxing and coaching her in the potty training area, and if I don't scream and pull my hair out...
I'll call it a successful summer.
I try to remember it as Independence Day to remind myself of the reason for the holiday, but for some reason, "4th of July" is way easier to say. Nevertheless, my patriotic heart continues to beat.
We have had no plans to do much of anything this weekend. How is that different from any other weekend, I'd like to know?!
Yesterday, for the first time in I don't know when, I actually had a Friday off. I didn't even drive by the salon! I did all the bookwork Thursday evening after work and was done in an hour! I dropped the deposit in the night slot and Friday was truly mine!
I celebrated my luxurious day off by sending the family on a picnic to the park, looking around at the house and bursting into tears. Every where I look there is so much to do, I don't even know where to start. It feels I shuffle stuff from one place to another, never exactly dealing with it. Of course, several projects would get done a lot faster if they had the benefit of some money behind them. But, thanks to the IRS, the dentist and the accountant, that won't be available for awhile.
SIGH.
BUT. I can take baby steps, cleaning and tossing to my heart's content which will keep me busy until then. I'm positive of that.
You know? The benefit (for me) of the poor economy right now is the fact that it is really forcing me to simplify my life. Up till now, I've been looking at simplifying as a novel idea--a new hobby, if you will. A "let me try this and see if I can make it work" kind of thing. Now, it is becoming much more of a necessity. Especially with a few extra (if temporary) bills to pay.
Business is down a little. I can't tell if it's from the summer season, or the economy. I have had a couple of people stretch their appointment time further. Especially those who drive a ways to see me. Then, there are those who swear they would go without food before giving up getting their hair done. I'd personally rather cut my own hair, cuz this girl's gonna eat.
Although I'm working full time, I'm having a lovely summer. I've been reading up a storm. Lot's of light stuff along with more serious reading. I've been spending more time with the family. Hubby and I have seemed to turn a corner in our relationship and I think a lot of the changing has been in me. I've been learning to trust his heart. I listen. I've spent so much time not listening because I was too busy disagreeing in my head to whatever was coming out of his mouth.
Our girl is surprising me every day with her abilities. She's been to gymnastics camp all day for a week. I was afraid it would be too much for her and that she would be tired and irritable, but she is very resilient. We are still coaxing and coaching her in the potty training area, and if I don't scream and pull my hair out...
I'll call it a successful summer.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
I Employed Some Chicks, But I Still Love My Husband.
I wish I could have some chickens.
I think.
At least in my mind I dream about a little house in the country with a few chickens running around my grassy yard full of crazy growing zinnias and other colorful flowers.
So I've gotten some chickens.
Sort of.
I met a gentleman at the farmer's market last time who came up with (what I think) is a brilliant concept.
Adopt-A-Chicken.
No, I'm not kidding.
For $5 a week, you adopt 4 chickens. Chip (the farmer) takes care of them, making sure they have plenty of grass, grain and bugs and space so they'll be happy chickens. Then he brings you the eggs for free.
Yes, I know it's ridiculous, but doesn't it sound better than $5 for a dozen organic eggs? I think it is a brilliant marketing concept that focuses the consumer on the care of the hen rather than the product. It doesn't sound like much at all to say $5 a week to care for 4 chickens now, does it?
So off I headed yesterday to Adcote Acres with my girl and "Mrs. Greensleeves", one of my clients. (She's in it for the chicken poop for her garden more than the eggs.) We took some photos of "our" chickens.
Coincidentally, we were encouraged to name our chickens and Mrs. Greensleeves proposed some biblical names:
Faith
Hope
Charity
and
Jezebel
Love it.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
More Than I Bargained For
I worked out this morning, but if it hadn't been at the insistence of the personal trainer, I may not have (and probably should not have) gone to the gym this morning.
It started when the alarm went off at 5:30. Instead of popping up and feeling awake, I groggily bounced off the walls to the bathroom, found my gym clothes, dressed and finding that had taken all of three minutes, I reset the alarm and went back to bed.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm up again and on my way to the gym.
Once I got there, I decided I didn't want to carry around all the keys I own, so I found the gym card on my key ring and took that set of keys in with me--after studiously looking at them and sternly telling myself not to lose them. I put the rest of my keys in the hidey hole for safe keeping
We're cruising along in our workout when I look up into one of the mirrors and think, "wow, my shirt design really has faded. And I can read it in the mirror. That's weird....OHHH, my shirt's on inside out!" The girl I'm working out with and my personal trainer just look at me and say they thought I meant for it to be that way! Really?!
Finally (!) we're done and I head out and it's only halfway to the truck that I realize the keys in my hand will do me absolutely no good because I am holding the keys to the car in my hand. The keys to the truck are in the hidey-hole inside the locked truck.
Fortunately, since I had just worked out, I was full of endorphins and didn't panic. I walked back in the gym and tried to call my husband knowing that was a fruitless venture BECAUSE HE WAS ASLEEP IN BED AND COULDN'T HEAR A FREIGHT TRAIN GO THROUGH THE BEDROOM.
Home is so far away when you are across town with wheels you can't access.
Endorphins fast fading, I found my personal trainer who graciously agreed to ride my pitiful self home.
I bet if I had run/walked home, I wouldn't have to work out any more this week!
It started when the alarm went off at 5:30. Instead of popping up and feeling awake, I groggily bounced off the walls to the bathroom, found my gym clothes, dressed and finding that had taken all of three minutes, I reset the alarm and went back to bed.
Fifteen minutes later, I'm up again and on my way to the gym.
Once I got there, I decided I didn't want to carry around all the keys I own, so I found the gym card on my key ring and took that set of keys in with me--after studiously looking at them and sternly telling myself not to lose them. I put the rest of my keys in the hidey hole for safe keeping
We're cruising along in our workout when I look up into one of the mirrors and think, "wow, my shirt design really has faded. And I can read it in the mirror. That's weird....OHHH, my shirt's on inside out!" The girl I'm working out with and my personal trainer just look at me and say they thought I meant for it to be that way! Really?!
Finally (!) we're done and I head out and it's only halfway to the truck that I realize the keys in my hand will do me absolutely no good because I am holding the keys to the car in my hand. The keys to the truck are in the hidey-hole inside the locked truck.
Fortunately, since I had just worked out, I was full of endorphins and didn't panic. I walked back in the gym and tried to call my husband knowing that was a fruitless venture BECAUSE HE WAS ASLEEP IN BED AND COULDN'T HEAR A FREIGHT TRAIN GO THROUGH THE BEDROOM.
Home is so far away when you are across town with wheels you can't access.
Endorphins fast fading, I found my personal trainer who graciously agreed to ride my pitiful self home.
I bet if I had run/walked home, I wouldn't have to work out any more this week!
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