Fix the Foyer

Are you a fan of stuffing? 

When the holidays come, do you picture yourself sitting at the table, scooping out a mound onto your plate? 

Me? Not so much. 

Like ever. When that bowl gets passed around the table, it goes right by me. 

Just the idea of stuffing a bunch of stuff into a space simply because it’s empty, doesn’t really appeal to me too much. 

Yuck, as a matter of fact! 

Which is why this morning, I found myself laughing as I stood at the abyss of the toy room doorway. 

Granted, balls, games, books, racetracks, stuffed animals, magic kits, coloring books, and musical instruments aren’t technically the same as bread crumbs, raisins, and apples, but the idea is somewhat similar. 

Hey, this is empty- let’s put it here! 

Yikes. 

Nearly every day for the past month I’ve found myself telling Little Bit, “I am going to clean the toy room today!” 

But… maybe not. 

Each time I set foot across that door’s threshold, I turn around,  scrambling for the nearest exit. 

Whew, made it out of there! 

So, I knew I was going to have to come up with a plan for actually getting something done in there. 

Enter Bee Organized With Pamela

You want to talk about some tips for taming clutter? She’s got amazing ideas. 

A few days ago she had a post asking if we wanted to park in our garages this year. 

Like, in it? 

I can’t remember the last time I could. When I commented, I mentioned the toy room, and she gave me some fabulous tips. 

I was all fired up. 

Well, despite my “good” intentions, I didn’t get anything done in there that day. At all. 

But, for some crazy reason this morning, I had on my imaginary “I can do this” boots. 

And, I just have to say, I rocked that room! 

I got everything moved out! 

Afterwards, I texted my mom. Her response? 

“Where’s all the stuff?”

Hmmm.

Next on my To-Do List?

Fix the foyer. 

Woo hoo! Toy room: 

Ugh! The foyer:

Day 148 – Dog Walk Challenge

Do your pets ever do anything that makes you double over in laughter?

Oh man, ours do. Seems like animals can certainly be entertaining.

Yesterday I was looking through some new blog posts when a cat sitting in a cooler caught me eye. I immediately thought of our new cat, Skunk! That is totally something he would do.

Then, I laughed so hard when I read the what happened next and I knew you’d want to see this, too. It is hilarious!

If you haven’t had a chance to see Travels With Choppy yet, you may want to check it out. She is sooooooo creative and very, very nice!

Thank you, Sarah, for letting me share Choppy and Schooner! I just know a laugh will be a great way for everyone to start the day!

Travels with Choppy

Day 148 – yesterday – was also International Rabbit Day. Appropriately, there were many bunnies seen on the morning walk.

Date: September  24, 2016
Location: Mishawaka, Indiana
Length: 1.3 Miles
Who: Sarah

img_6580 About ten seconds after I took this picture, Choppy came over and scared Schooner. Schooner jumped about six feet straight in the air and right into the kitchen sink. He then proceeded to run all over the counters, where he is not allowed. If only I had put the camera on video…

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A Trip To The Store

Need a good chuckle today?

THIS is it. It’s so good. I’m pretty sure I’ve thought the same thing myself about a zillion times!

Thank you, Sandy, for letting me share your wonderful writing!

Out of My Write Mind

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I recall accompanying my mother shopping
in the late ‘50’s and early 1960’s.

This wasn’t Saks Fifth Avenue, mind you,
just local retailers, independently owned.

Upon entering the premises, a sales associate
immediately offered assistance.

The clerk queried to determine customer needs.
Items were pulled and brought to the dressing room.
The sales associate checked back regularly to clear
unwanted merchandise and bring additional sizes or styles.

A seamstress was ready with tape measure and pins in hand.
Basic tailoring of apparel was complimentary.
Items purchased were neatly bagged, boxed or placed
on hangers, once wrinkles were removed with a steamer.

Regular customers were addressed by name.
Sales associates became familiar with the individual
preferences of customers and often gave a heads up
when new merchandise arrived which might suit
their particular needs.

Fast Forward to 1985

My mother needed a new spring jacket. I accompanied her
to a local…

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Next Time We’re Doing a Craft

Have you ever done something then found yourself sort of stuck in self doubt?

Yeah, that’s me. I’ve spent the last few days swimming in that uphill current called “I wish I would have done that differently.”

A couple months ago a friend asked me to give a talk at the library she works at. I was honored and said yes. It was scheduled for Thursday July 7.

For two months I have contemplated my subject matter. Would I talk about this or that? 

I had a general idea, but never could get quite settled on it. Two days before the 7th, the subject I had picked out suddenly didn’t feel right. 

I panicked. My husband is very knowledgable and experienced in giving presentations, so I asked him about it. I even took notes. 

His suggestions were amazing.

  • Write an outline
  • List your goals
  • Ask audience their goals- what they’d like to get out of it
  • Write their goals on the board so you can cover them as well
  • Use Power Point or a visual to help keep yourself on track
  • Have a question session at end and pass out index cards so audience can anonymously ask their questions
  • Thank them for their time because time is something everyone is short on and no one can get back.

Great advice. I spent two days trying to come up with my outline. Finally settling on a subject matter, I got my outline pages done. I rehearsed what I’d say during the one hour drive to the library on Thursday.

Oh my lands. I was soooooooooo nervous. Let’s just say, everything I learned from my husband went out the window. Oh, I talked. Like wayyyy too much. 

How does that even happen? I talked about stuff I haven’t even thought about in a year! Who wants to go to a seminar and hear someone talk about themselves the entire time? 

I walked out of there with my stomach in a knot and a “did I really just do that?” plastered in my mind. 

All the way home, I replayed it. Did I do anything right? Oops, I didn’t tell them my goals. I totally forgot to ask theirs. I sort of stayed on topic except for several times and for like 20 minutes…

When I got home my friends asked how it went. One word: disaster. They said it couldn’t be that bad. Hmmm…. Nope, pretty sure disaster sums it up quite well. 

Lucky for me, the gals that came were beyond fabulous! They listened, were engaging, and asked questions. (If you’re reading, from the bottom of my heart, thank you ladies. Your kindness is a saving grace.)

The lessons learned? Changing the subject right beforehand isn’t the best idea, nervous chatter doesn’t ever actually end, and if I ever get invited back, forget the talking! Next time we’re doing a craft! 

It’s Back

Remember that possum? The one that blared the garage weather radio at 3 am and got into a bag of apples on my deck?

Yeah, I forgot about it too. I mean, if you don’t see something, it has to be gone, right? 

Last night, I walked into the garage, shrieked, then slammed the door. 

Apparently, it’s back. 

Unless… 

Maybe my cat is wearing a disguise??? 

By Apples, Thank You for the Snack, Lady! 

Remember my recent tales of the possum in the garage?

A few days ago, I set a bag of overripe apples on the back deck with the intention of taking them out to the back fence row to leave for the deer. 

I noticed apples had been taken out of the bag and nibbled on. In fact, the bag must’ve been tipped over because I saw my dog carrying an apple around. 

Since they were near the bird feeders, I thought the birds were eating them. 

Last night, a movement on the deck caught my attention. When I opened the door, I saw our friend, the possum, eating an apple and looking right at me!! 

I slammed the door and it ran under the chairs. Whew! That was close! Now, you would think it would run for its life, but nooooooooo! It stuck around and started chomping on an apple closer to the chair! 

This time I ran for a camera! The pictures are quite awful. 

I’m quite surprised how unafraid it was. Heck, after our 3 a.m. meet up in the garage, maybe it thinks I’m pretty darn cool. I mean, I did shut off that stinking radio. 

Who knows. Maybe it thinks we’re pals and this time it was saying, “By apples, thank you for the snack, lady!”