Saturday, November 21, 2015


Because both her parents had to get to work early this morning (and I would have Everley all day), Everley spent the night with me last night (Steve is in Arkansas for the MSU football game). Everley likes to make up her own songs, so I thought I would share today's creation, all about mommies. And who loves them. Which is apparently girls and not boys. 


Later, after Mathieu picked up Everley, Sam and Lindley came over. Sam had texted me, saying that he would be over in a bit - Lindley wanted her straggly remaining front tooth out, and Sam was trying to accommodate her.  He was being unsuccessful, unless you count success as stressing Lindley out by continuing to try to pull the tooth. He gave up the tooth quest, and they both came over. One look at Lindley as she walked in the door gave you pretty much her mood - like the world could go ahead and come to an end, if her stupid tooth was going to do nothing except sit in her mouth and cause her agony. I managed to convince her to let me try - but to no avail. I managed to get her to drink ice cold water in an attempt to numb her gums/tooth and maybe let me try it again. It worked to earn a second try - it did not achieve success in getting the tooth out. In my expert, 3-kid, tooth-yanking experience, this tooth was not coming out today.

Sam left to pick up dinner and a Sonic blast for Lindley (as a prize for letting us try to pull the tooth, and hoping that again, the cold would numb her gum for a potential future pulling attempt). Once the blast was delivered, Lindley promptly dug into her prize. On her second bite, she uttered a wail and showed us her spoon. And yes, her not-coming-out-today tooth was in it! I guess she froze it out and finally "let it go." Whatever - life for Lindley quickly became ice cream and cotton candy again!!

Thankful today for: Everley's songs; Lindley's bravery and willingness to let us try to pull her tooth; Lindley's tooth finally falling out; Lindley and Everley time

Friday, November 20, 2015

Flower Girls

Part of yesterday's cleanup yielded the flower girl dress that Maribeth had worn in her cousin Tricia's wedding. The wedding was 27 years ago when Maribeth was 3 or 4. I kept the dress because it was so cute (and for some reason have kept it hanging in my closet all these years). I also kept the pink basket and flower headband for a long time, but time was not kind to either of them (apparently time eats away at certain materials). Did I ever think Maribeth would have a daughter that would want to wear it? I'm not sure Maribeth ever wore it again after the wedding, so I certainly expected the apple (if there were any) not to fall far from the tree. Fast forward 27 years ...

Maribeth came over as I was finishing up my "clean up and out" project. I showed her the dress in order to see if she wanted it (and therefore it could be stored elsewhere). Everley happened to be in the room at that moment, and saw the dress. Of course, she wanted to try it on and wear it - as she did for the rest of the day (only taking it off after she dripped popsicle on the dress, which came out in the wash). She also decided she wanted the daisy flower headband (from the Bridesmaids Cruise this summer) on her head, and happily spent the rest of the day being a flower girl.

So I guess it was good that I kept this little dress. Because today, it has brought me joy - a whole lot of joy!!

Thankful today for: little girls and flower girl dresses and daisy headbands; Everley time and sleepover

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Does It Bring Me Joy?

Maribeth and Lynnette (I think) have recently read/heard about/skimmed the recent book about decluttering/cleaning out. I would tell you the name of the book, but I'm not really sure the name of it, and I certainly would hate giving you the wrong information. Basically what I've gleaned from their comments about the book is this:  to clean out/declutter your house/living space/life, first you get all that you have of something, and go through it piece by piece, asking yourself, "Does this bring me joy?"  If it doesn't, then get rid of it. That might not be the actual message the author is trying to convey, and there is certainly more to it than that, but since I prefer simple, easy to follow messages, that's what I'm going with.

So today I decided to clear out my closet. I think you're supposed to actually go with a category (like clothing) and get everything that falls in that category, but I decided to buck the system and go with a space. Like my closet. So I unloaded everything in my closet onto my bed, the thought being that I would go through all my clothes (and this is to include all your clothes from every nook and cranny of your home).  I deposited everything onto my bed, which ended up looking like this:
Maggie Cat could have been included in the process,
but she does bring me joy, so she was a keeper.

What a cleaned out closet looks like.
At first, it was a little bit worrisome. I would pick up an article of clothing, and consider it. Some were easy to discard. Not only did it not bring me joy, it actually made me feel dumpy/yucky wearing it. Some were worth considering, mainly because they had tags still hanging on them - okay, so they were Old Navy/Target on-sale tags, but still tagged. Some were worth considering because I "might need them one day and/or might fit into them one day." At first, I would put some to the side, but after awhile I ended up putting those in the discard pile, too. After a while, I realized that it was time to keep those things I actually currently use and get rid of the rest. Once I got through the hanging clothes, I went through the rest of the things on the bed that also once resided in the closet. Once the bed was clean, I went through all my bureau drawers and did the same thing. Once I was finished, I had five sacks and one box of things that went straight to Goodwill. Did I think about what was in the sacks? Maybe once - and it wasn't even a thought of regret. It was almost a thought of relief.
The clothes I kept. When your job consists of doing this and that,
you really don't need a lot of fancy duds ...
At the end of this task, it was nice to know that what I had left would actually be used. And besides, if I ever truly do need/fit into something I don't currently have, I believe there are stores that might have just what I need!!
Thankful today for: closet cleanout; MB's help in decisions and taking a few things; Everley time

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

The Tree Is Not Up

My Christmas tree is not up. I'm not sure if that makes me normal or abnormal, but luckily Christmas tree erection is not a major stressor for me. The good thing is that I have time to observe other people's Christmas trees and decide if they are for me. Which also makes a good blog post with photos ...

Bubba's tree ...  Possibly in the front yard ...

Edible Christmas tree - now we're talking!
And easy cleanup!!

That's a lot of cholesterol for a tree ...

I think this one would make me cross-eyed.
Or my OCD would make me crazy!

I'm sure Steve would love to donate his ties for this.
Or not ...

Molly actually accomplished this one, and it looks quite nice.
Mine, however, would have about three balls on it.
Because I got bored after three ...

I guess this is an "easy to recycle" tree ...
Anyhow, according to my calculations, I still have a few weeks to put up my tree.  Or at least decide on an alternative ...
Thankful today for: 90 minutes with Nikki at Massage Envy; Lindley time

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Waspy Time!

Last week I discussed my disdain for the stink bugs that were invading my space. And I mentioned the wasps that were bound to come. And today I saw my first one. Or should I say Minnie Cat saw it and alerted me to its existence.  Here's how it goes ...

In the South, we know all about wasps. We know they're pesky little critters who cause a big ruckus because they sort scare us. We know they probably aren't going to sting us like their yellow jacket and bee counterparts, but we're still a little wary because we don't know for sure they won't sting us. And we usually encounter wasps in the summer, when we're all hot and bothered and they're all hot and bothered, and we don't know for sure who is hot and bothered the most.

And then there's fall/winter in Nashville. This started a few years ago, and I've had several pest control people out to discuss this issue. They were of no help, except to say that it's no big deal. Here's how it happens ...

A wasp shows up at my windows, usually the living room and/or den. The wasp (singular) is not hot and bothered. In fact, it looks slow and sluggish, almost drunk. I never know where it comes from, because it is inside my house, and the doors and windows are all closed. Various pest control personnel have assured me they come from some leak in my house - but nobody can find it. Anyhow, the drunk wasp moves about, weaving around, staring at the outside through the window. Eventually it passes on to the great wasp hive in the sky - either through drawing its last drunken breath or at the paws of Maggie Cat. Each week a few wasps will appear and repeat this pattern until eventually no more wasps show up - either the word got around that it was time to hibernate or they found some other place to spend their last days.

Apparently today is the first day of wasp season. Maggie Cat watched the first wasp of 2015 for awhile until she got bored and moved on. I'm not sure where the wasp went - at last sighting it was headed for the fireplace. Oh well, I'm sure there will be another tomorrow!!
Thankful today for: ankle improvement; helping Maribeth install new microwave; finishing the laundry; quiet day at home