This is the post in which I sing at you.

Lots of deep thoughts here… mainly about my ego and my crushing inability to sing.

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Blessings, my peoples!

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Sunday Spruce Up

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Don’t worry. It will make sense later, this picture of a hamster. And really, how can you go wrong with a cute hamster to start a post?

Working on getting organized here, my friends.  I have now embarked on chapter two of Jennifer Ford Berry’s Organize Now!, and, I must say, so far it’s been pretty easy.  This chapter is entitled:  “Organize Your Schedule.”  Basically it’s a cleanup of the old agenda – figuring out priorities, what goes where, what needs to be kicked to the curb.photo 1 (7)

Oh, I got this.

See, here is what I like to call my MASTER CONTROL:

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If I ever lose this thing, I will probably have to go live in a van down by the river.

In this grubby notebook I have To Do’s for this week, for the future months, for the spring, for years to come…  I like to plan ahead, I tell you.  I take it with me everywhere, clutched to my chest like a talisman against evil spirits.  Feeling stressed or overwhelmed?  I will check my MASTER CONTROL and schedule in a pedicure!  There!  BEGONE evil mind troubles!  Toddlers are getting cranky and underwhelmed by our four walls?  MASTER CONTROL some serious craft projects for the house (with copious lists of supplies and such! And maybe even SHARPIES!) and thwack those crankies away!  MASTER CONTROL’S GOT THIS.  JUST WRITE IT DOWN, AND IT WILL END HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Well.  You know. Sorta.

It’s just the actually DOING of the items on the numerous lists I like to make that is the trouble.  I make lists like a hamster creates a nest:  copious amounts of paper, lots of fluff, and then I get exhausted, and I curl up and go to sleep.  Maybe then I wake up and stuff my cheeks with food.  My goodness. I just realized how much hamsters and I have in common.  Kindred spirits, I tell you.

But I digress.

This week, I shook off my hamster-itis,  hammered out a new schedule, streamlined and tidy, and I am ready to tackle the next chapter!  Easy peasey!  Right?

Well.  Sorta. Again.

There’s just one item in the chapter that I still haven’t done.  I KNOW. I wasn’t able to check it off my list in the book!  This goes against all things good and neat and tidy, I tell you.

But I just can’t do it.

I have to:  (ahem, and deep breath) “Schedule your dentist and doctor appointments for the next year.”

What?

Can’t I just do what I always do?  Put it on my list to DO, but then, never actually pick up my phone to, you know, DO it?

That was a really bad sentence.  I apologize.  My mind is in panic mode due to the awfulness of this request. I have never been good about dentist appointments; I avoid; I deny; I  straight up lie to get out of ’em.  I need a dental intervention.  But golly, guys,  DENTISTS COME AT YOU WITH METAL POINTY THINGS AND STICK ‘EM IN YOUR MOUTH.  Why volunteer for THAT?

Ok.  So I am behind on my chapter, because to be totally honest I did not make said appointment with my (very nice) dentist.  And now I am telling all of YOU this so I will then be forced to do so because accountability and sharing and transparency and, you know, the whole Jesus doesn’t really like it when I lie thing.

Sniffle.  I’ll keep you posted.  Be strong and courageous, Momsie.

And, I leave you with this:

Sunday Spruce Up

Remember this?photo 1 (7)I DID!

It’s the only “Resolution” I have successfully kept – the reading of my weekly chapter and subsequent “sprucing up.”

Other resolutions I had considered:

1. Learn the words to Rapper’s Delight.

2.  Figure out what to do about the strange smell behind the couch.

3.  Understand my husband.

4.  Oh really who am I kidding.

Anyhow.  This week’s chapter is entitled:

ORGANIZE YOUR MIND” – or, if you’re Momsie:  “ORGANIZE WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR MIND

It has some great start up ideas for a frazzled Momsie, one who tends to go a bit overboard on things (as one who was just contemplating a rather grubby laundry room and then having my next thought twerk right over to: I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL OF IT THE ENTIRE HOUSE RIGHT NOW you see the difficulty here.  I am nutball.)

So.  Some items covered in this VERY short (big blessing!) chapter about what I like to think of as “turning the Titanic around” were:

*Getting a minimum of 7 hours of sleep a night. (blessing again!)

*Eliminating what the author calls “energy drainers” such as those items on my To Do list that have not been done in over 6 months.  Maybe, like, erase those items.  Maybe not so important?  Maybe they need to go to missing sock status and just poof, begone. (BIGGER blessing!)

*Scheduling “me time” each week.  (OH I JUST LOVE YOU JENNIFER FORD BERRY).

The chapter gives me hope.  And some clarity.   I do love my long lists, with little boxes drawn in with Sharpie (pink) so I can check things OFF with my Sharpie (purple).  Checking things off my To Do list is the same as kicking off a pair of heels after a day of work.  Or, might I say, getting that  bra off and sliding into some jammies.  Right?  You know it, ladies.  (Gentlemen, if you’re reading along and at this point are still nodding in agreement then perhaps this is not the blog for you… )

Ahem.  BUT.  There are lists, and then there are MY lists.  Lately, my lists are entitled:

Various Huge Projects Saddled with Guilt, Numerous Strings, and Resentments (see appendix for Strings)

These are what my To Do lists have slowly mutated into this past year: tangled and highly emotional write ups of what I want NOW, what I think I want, what I think others want from me, and what I dread.

Not anywhere on the list:  What God wants.

My resolution:  Embrace a word for this year.  Just one word.

Courage.

Courage to find out what God wants for me.

Courage to accept His walking orders.

Courage to change the things I can.

Courage to accept the rest.

Because:

“Be strong and courageous!”  Joshua 1:9

“Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point.”  C.S. Lewis, Screwtape Letters

“I’ma big and stwong!  You too mommah!”  Red

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So, what is YOUR word for this year?

Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.
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