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I love lists. I make a list every day and I even add things to my list that I’ve already done so that I can highlight it — it makes me feel productive. I made this list this morning, then almost finished the office before I sat down because I felt compelled to write.
When I first started the list I was sitting down with my coffee and thinking about the things I had to do TODAY. After my pen hit the paper (and kept going over and over some of the items on the list as my mind worked overtime), I had more things to say, so I kept listing and decided this is the last list I’m going to make for 2016. I think this is a pretty solid list of things to do. Starting in 2017, I’ll make al list of “Fucks I Do Not Give” but that list I will keep off the interwebs. 😉 Now my hunt for a new journal on Amazon begins. I will revisit this list as a reminder to keep working on the last 5 things (the first 4 things are pretty perennial in my life). Now how to balance snark with positivity?
Now that I have my list out of the way, here’s my holiday recap in photos!
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday and have a Happy New Year! See you in 2017!
My kids are now 10, 12 and 14 and I’m just starting to reap the benefits of having kids…..FREE LABOR!!!! On Thanksgiving weekend I still had a shit-ton of tulip bulbs to get in the ground. If anyone needs to know the quantity of shit-ton, I think it falls somewhere between 500 and I lost count.
Here I was with a lot of clean up and planting to do, a Christmas tree in the house and I was running out of time when a light bulb went off! Well, it was more like a tulip bulb. I said in my most excited voice “Let’s all go out and do it as a family!” (insert moans and groans here) Let’s revise the question: “You are going to help me plant the bulbs so we can decorate the Christmas tree. If you don’t help with the bulbs, no Christmas tree for you!” So we all bundled up, grabbed some rakes, shovels and started opening boxes of flower bulbs.
A few things occurred to me as I was half listening to the 14 year old complain about having to do this “horrible” job. 1) When I was his age, I had already been mowing the lawn for 5 years and knew how to change the oil in the 76 Monte Carlo and 2) complaining is an effective way to annoy someone so much that they just need you to go away. He’s either really shitty, or really clever (likely a combination of both). I still made him do it – I just walked away with my headphones on and ignored him….like a teenager. Boom!
My kids have been helping me garden for years. My 10 year old daughter is the most interested and asks me a bunch of questions and is always offering to help (her attention span is about 10 minutes into helping before she’s done). My 12 year old son will do whatever job I ask, and he will do it really well. My 14 year old….well, we already covered that one. My dogs kept grabbing the bulbs and running away with them which made all three kids laugh and chase them around the yard. I love every one of my little weirdos. They make my heart happy and now they make my landscape pretty.
Regardless of the complaining, dog thievery and a couple of situations with dog poop on a shoe, we had a really good time outside planting bulbs. The kids planted while I decorated the porch with evergreen pots, garland and the ‘big balls’ (as my husband likes to call them). Because we did it together, it only took 2 hours and we are ready for spring and Christmas!
Nothing is sweeter than a new baby! There is so much love and hope for the future bundled into a tiny package of coos, smiles and poops. I fondly remember the newborn baby days of my three ducks. These days I am so exhausted I wish they’d get back inside me where I was only physically exhausted versus emotionally, physically and financially exhausted. Sometimes I would trade the figurative crap I deal with on a daily basis today for sleepless nights, sore nipples and the shitloads (literally) of diapers of their baby days.
At the ages of 8, 10 and 12, my ducks are awesome, but I admit I am bias. They are funny, happy, talented and smart. It’s amazing that three small humans can send me to tears with love….or to tears of ‘wtf was I thinking.’ In those ‘wtf’ moments when I need a large glass of wine and a time out, I reflect on our history and how wonderful those baby days were. Their baby days keep me grounded when we face drama, attitude, bad smells and the incredible amount of money that seems to pour out of my bank account and into their futures.
My daughter’s soccer coach and her awesome husband just welcomed their 2nd girl into their family. What a joy to be able to visit their little flower today! While I was holding her, I gave her some rules to follow about being the 2nd girl of the family. I hope she remembers them, but I suspect they are rules of the sisterhood that are somehow written into our stars. They are really important things like 1) ‘borrowing’ your older sister’s things is expected 2) as the youngest, the rules don’t apply and 3) always ask ‘Can I come too?!’ whenever big sister goes anywhere….and when she says no, go anyway. As the little sister she’s going to be the most annoying and wonderful best friend her big sister will ever have. I know this because I am both the younger sister and the big sister.
Bloom on little one! We are looking forward to watching you grow! And someday your big sister will be excited too….I promise. 🙂
As a work at home mom, I’m used to getting my shorties up in the morning, off to school and home from school. These 4 hours of my day, to quote Charles Dickens, are “the best of times and…the worst of times….” Last week (thankfully before Juno hit the east coast) I was in New Jersey for work. I feel VERY blessed that I have the best job in the world. I feel even more blessed that my kiddos miss me when I am away!
Upon arriving at the airport, I texted my 8 year old (she texts from my iPad) to let her know that I landed safely. Kids are so honest in a raw and super cool way:
Despite my suitcase arriving slightly later than I did, I did not die….and to an 8 year old girl, that is grounds for true gratitude. I can appreciate the simplicity of that. The week consisted of texts flying at me from 3 different directions between the hours of 7-9pm all about how daddy isn’t doing things correctly. These just made me laugh from the comforts of my quiet hotel room.
I had a great trip because 1) I love to travel for too many reasons to list here in this particular blog, 2) the meetings were very productive and 3) it’s important to be there. Travel also makes me miss my kids; and let’s be honest….absence really DOES make the heart grow fonder. However, I think re-entry into a busy family of 5 is harder than total submersion 100% of the time.
At my fabulous job we just wrapped up the winter indoor selling season and moving into photography for next year as well as gearing up for the spring-planting season. I feel compelled to tell you if you’ve never grown paperweights or amaryllis, I suggest you put it on your 2015 top 10 things to do list. If you don’t have a list, make one RIGHT NOW and put this as #1. I promise you won’t regret it!
Look for some winter blooms from me as I intend to plant some amaryllis soon! Bloom on, friends.
It’s been a REALLY long winter. According to the calendar spring started last Thursday, but according to my thermometer, that’s a big fat lie. This winter my dog and I gained 8 pounds each, we broke snow and cold records across the state and there are still piles of snow covering my garden. To add insult to injury, it’s snowing right now (again) for the third season in a row. My very insightful son said to me this morning “This would be really pretty if it was November, but now it’s just mean.” As usual, he’s astute, straightforward and right on. I’d like to think he gets that from his mom.
Despite the cold, lack of sunshine and my personal irritability, winter can also be kind of nice. Cold days and being snowed in are good ways to enjoy some (forced) downtime, unless you’re into extreme winter sports and love the snow…which I am not because my favorite outdoor winter activity is going inside. The thought crossed my mind that maybe spring won’t come I embrace winter and the good things that happened. So, here are a few of my favorite winter moments.
Snow and ice can really be quite pretty.
I played A LOT of indoor soccer with a pretty cool group of people. We started off really bad, but now we don’t suck. We aren’t great, but at least we don’t suck and I’ve found my groove and starting scoring some pretty sweet goals. It’s great exercise once you get past the fact that I’m twice the age and ten times less the skill of the other players in our ‘beginner’ league. Ha! Beginner league my arse….I’ve learned soccer players LIE just because they are more concerned about winning. Case in point: scoring a goal with your head, backwards, is NOT a beginner move. It’s been a lot of fun though!
Winter is a great time to visit our local indoor botanical gardens. The humidity feels good and it’s always decorated so nicely.
I grew amaryllis and paperwhites all winter and had blooms from January up until the first week of March.
I cooked a lot. Maybe that’s why I gained the 8 pounds (or it was for survival, I needed the extra weight because -14 degrees could kill a thinner person). On top of cooking a lot, we also ate a lot of really yummy food!
At the end of the day, there was nothing warmer than the fireplace and a plush heating blanket.
Does anyone else feel like being thankful was really crammed down our throats this year? It was a weekend blitz of BE THANKFUL OR ELSE! followed by BUY NOW BECAUSE IT WILL BE GONE TUESDAY! I needed to pause and found a quiet place at mass on Sunday night with my daughter. The first Sunday of Advent service was thought provoking and made me seriously consider how I want my life to grow in the coming years. That can be an overwhelming thought when you consider how your personal decisions effect so many other lives. So instead of making a plan, I downloaded pictures while I thought about stuff.
Despite how busy and long the weekend was, I’m glad I got to spend time with these crazies. We had fun, spiked with little bit of family drama (why can’t everyone just get along)?! I am blessed knowing that no matter what direction my life goes, this group will always be my roots, keep me grounded and help me grow along the way.
WE DROOLED…. (okay, maybe only Maggie drooled)
WE DRANK! (I may have drank a lot)
OH MY…..we ate this. A whole lot of this.
We just hung out. 🙂 Maggie and my dad did a lot of this when they weren’t in the kitchen looking for ‘just a taste.’
We searched for the perfect tree….
WE FOUND IT!
We decorated it.
I hope however you spent the holidays, you lived in the moment, filled your bellies with food and your souls with laughter.
Hi, my name is Marlene and I’m the world’s worst blogger. I think there should be an award for Worst Blogger Ever and it should come in the form of fermented grapes. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about my blog. I think about topics all the time and say to the other voices in my head “I should totally write about that!” to which I respond “YES! You should!” to which I respond again, “I’ll do that tomorrow.”
Tomorrow’s list very rarely ever gets done and I cannot believe I let my blog’s one year birthday go by without so much as a smash cake to celebrate. I thought about it though. I know…shocking to think about the blog and do nothing about it. I realize this is a theme in my life….There never seems to be enough time to do the things I love to do for ME. There’s always another volunteer obligation, another load of laundry, another errand to run, another activity to drive my kids to. I know I need to be more aware of the things that are important to me and only me. I am going to thin out my excess baggage so that I can more fully enjoy the things I love. I know this will take time because I didn’t get this busy overnight. I’ve done it over years and I’m prepared to face what my life is if I’m not filling it with busyness.
This morning I stumbled across Brian Gardner’s blog post, Packing Light and Unloading the Excess baggage in Your Life. Sometimes someone can write something so fresh that it gives your soul the boost of oxygen it needs. That happened to me this morning and I thought about my kids, my unfinished fall garden projects and my blog. I started this blog with the intention of writing about all things I love that grow. I intend to keep it blooming.
Here’s a visual recap of the moments that made my heart bloom over the past couple of months. I’m moving on from from feeling guilty about not updating my blog and I’m going to make more room for writing, gardening and growing my children.
Summer was GREAT. Hot days by the pool, gardens in full bloom, warm nights, sun-kissed skin and bright skies.
Fall was fun! Cooler days, fall bloomers, Halloween, practicing for orchestra concerts and of course planting my bulbs in anticipation for spring.
Winter is on it’s way, I can feel it in the air (and duh, it is the end of November…I’m just saying it now FEELS like winter). The first frost was beautiful! My daughter calls it frosting and I’ve never had the heart to correct her because it’s incredibly cute. I hope when she’s 20 she still calls it frosting!
Any tips on balancing life with taking care of your own soul are welcome!
The last weekend of summer is here. It’s bittersweet for me.
Summer is my absolute most favorite season of the year. My skin gets darker, my hair gets lighter, I feel warmer, my spirit feels sunnier and I get to relax and enjoy my coffee in peace while my kids sleep in until I decide I’m ready to make them breakfast. I have also had ENOUGH of summer and I’m pretty sure my 3 little ducks have too. They are fighting and picking at each other like cage fighters in a championship match over who wins the lifetime supply of fresh brownies. About two weeks ago I came up with a new household rule “Nobody is allowed to touch anyone until you no longer live under my roof.” It didn’t have the results I had hoped to achieve (I needed to add a clause about the car too). I threw up my hands, waved the white flag, grabbed my headphones and a glass of wine. My patience pockets full of ‘the good mom’ are completely empty.
In 4 sleeps (we count sleeps as we anxiously wait for an exciting day) I will be singing “The Wheels on the Bus” like a full-crazed person in my head, as I solemnly wave goodbye to my little darlings. The bus will pull away and their summer days of messy hair, baths at the pool and Minecraft are over. In 4 sleeps I will be trading a chronically messy house and sibling fights for packing lunches and pretending like I know 6th grade math (there’s an app for that, in case anyone else has discovered they maxed out at 5th grade math like me). I. AM. THRILLED!!!! I wish I could bottle this happiness up for next May when I’m tired of homework and packing healthy lunches that they don’t eat. I’m going to stay in the moment and chuckle at what how we are creatures of change always looking for the next shift. “Live in the moment” – whatever…I’m counting down my 4 sleeps!
In addition to my count down, I am also thinking of TULIPS, DAFFODILS and ALLIUMS….OH MY! My favorite bulb company (ok, I’m bias) is hosting a Facebook Sweepstakes and you could win $100 to shop on their site. The kids are going back to school so treat yourself to a pedicure and a chance to win (the pedicure is on you, the chance to win is on them).
If you gather sunshine, the smell of dirt and the essence of summer into a mixing bowl and tap it with a magic wand, I am positive a tomato would be the outcome. A fresh grown tomato cannot be imitated and proof of that is found in grocery stores in the dead of winter. Forget sub-zero temperatures, blizzards and ice storms..tasteless strawberries and tomatoes are the worst thing about winter.
I often imagine the reaction of the first person in history who discovered the tomato. A big high five to them for picking a red ball off a plant and daring to take a bite! I think tomatoes are especially tasty when they are still warm, fresh from the vine in the sun and summer air. If you can’t tell, I love tomatoes almost as much as I love red wine….although I’m not sure I’ve ever mentioned on my blog that I love red wine.
This year I planted Dahlia Boom Boom Red and tomatoes in my raised beds with the intention of the reds playing off each other visually. I know which one tastes better, but I’m not sure which is more delicious looking! Dahlias look great in the garden and they make pretty cut flowers in vases. I’ve never grown dahlias from tubers, so when I first planted them I thought to myself “This is never going to work.” But it did, and I’m pleased with the results!
I will be enjoying my dahlias inside soon enough, unfortunately, I have not been able to enjoy my tomatoes much this year. Last year I planted too many tomatoes and in order to make room for my dahlias, I opted to only grow 2 plants. It was not enough.
I am always on the look out for critters eating my tomatoes because I think a skunk or raccoon took off with a few last year. This year I have another tomato stealer in my garden….. this super cute little sprite!
I’ve seen her get out of bed on these lazy summer mornings, walk out in the back yard in her pajamas and help herself to breakfast. She is on constant tomato watch….looking for that red siren announcing ripeness from her bedroom window. She pulls them off the plant and eats them like an apple before I can harvest them! Next year she will plant her own tomato plant(s) so that mommy can have some too! I’m awfully smitten with her and with a face like that (she told me this is her ‘sneaky tomato stealing face)….she can have them all. 🙂 I will miss summer and the tomato plants because then I will have to go back to cooking for her. Motherhood is a sacrifice!
Last Thursday morning one of my besties called me at around 7:30am. I answered right away thinking it had to be an emergency and it was….she had an idea. The conversation went something like this:
BF: You wanna run the River Bank on Saturday?
Me: Not the 5k.
Me: Are you crazy?
Me: Ok, I’m in.
I hung up and realized I’d just said yes to running a 25k that neither her nor I had ‘formally’ trained for. We showed up on Friday afternoon for late registration, laughing along the way. Turns out, we had a great time and made the 15.5 miles in under our anticipated pace. It also helped that we are both too stubborn NOT to finish.
If you’ve ever run a major event like this, you know that the crowd is one of the highlights. People line the streets cheering with their hand made signs, music and high fives. My personal favorites were “Go Random Stranger, Go!” “Smile if you aren’t wearing underwear” and “Worst Parade Ever.” There were others that elicited a good chuckle and one that was just so completely unpolitically correct that I think I only laughed because I was delusional at mile 13. Ok, I admit I laugh at inappropriate things all the time and will probably go to hell for the things I find funny. Overall it was a lot of fun and I’m glad I said yes. 🙂
When I got home I was greeted by my daughter who gave me the recap of their 4th loss and my son who forgave me for missing his baseball game and his 5th big win. He handed me a rose and wished me a happy mother’s day. I felt like a rockstar! Not because I finished a 25k (although that was pretty cool)…but because I am mom to some awesome little peeps.
To all the mom’s who think everyday is mother’s day and for all you do…..“GO RANDOM STRANGER, GO!”