Thankful Thoughts

THINGS TO BE THANKFUL FOR

Frosty mornings . . .

Sunshine . . .

A fantastic fireplace . . .

A fresh cup of coffee with peppermint creamer in a gorgeous garnet red cup . . .

Peanut Butter and Bananna's for breakfast . . .

Children who can make their own breakfast . . .

Sleeping past 5:40am . . . .

Heated mattress pads . . .

Hot showers . . .

Intoxicating aroma of bath gel . . .

Food in the pantry . . .

A job . . .

A pay check . . . .

Great friends, old and new . . . .

A supportive husband . . .

Beautiful, thoughful, helpful children . . .

An active, full of life, son . . .

Daughters who are willing, and capable of helping make our part of Thanksgiving dinner . . .

Friends who are willing to host Thanksgiving dinner . . .

That the Star Merc had six cans of yams left at 8:35pm last night . . .

That the Star Merc had bathrooms that were not scary beyond all belief . . .

Cats that are at times (usually at times I want to be asleep) more entertaining than T.V. . . .

A home I can call my own . . .

A car that starts every morning when I turn the key . . .

Life and Love . . .

Double Digits

Myranda turns ten today. Since she is the middle child, and is often lost between the demands of her older and younger siblings, I thought I would get a head start on announcing her birthday to the world!

As I write I am a little blurry eyed from the long weekend of birthday fun. Especially the lack of sleep that comes from hosting her first big sleep over party. I think I was only awakened a couple of times from my deep slumber by the four pre-teens laughing endlessly as they were working off an ice cream sundae buzz until 3:00am.

Myranda is an amazing child, actually person. I think I can honestly say she is like no other. I think she wins the prize for being the family member who was born furthest from her family roots in Oregon. She made herself into this world in Decatur, IL. Half the country away from where she now lives.

She loves animals. It was mostly for her sake that we now have two fur balls running around our house. She is really, really, smart (but she usually keeps this a well-hidden weapon in her secret arsenal). It is not usually her quick whit and unarming intellectual conversation that will capture your attention. It is more like the seemingly unrelated, off the wall comment that comes a full five minutes after the end of that particular conversation was over. I refer back to the secret arsenal. She just wanted to make sure her quick whit did not come at you so fast it knocked you on your rear.

She is amazingly kind, helpful, and full of life and laughter. Happy Ten Years Little Miss.


**Photo background compliments of what we on the "other side of the fence" call professional landscape artists (courtesy of home owner association fees). We LOVE them. They make the desert look real purdy. This photo was taken in front of one of the subdivision entrances down the road from our house.

Today I Was Lazy

Well sort off. I guess about as lazy as I get. I cancelled my whole afternoon and came home and took a nap. I have a little cold. It isn't a really bad one, just enough to be annoying really. I felt a little worse than I did yesterday, but not to the point of misery yet. Right now it is at the "as long as I don't move I feel fine" stage. If I move, well that is a whole other story.

Anyway . . . I was in my office this morning thinking to myself (something I do A LOT of), self I don't feel really good. Oh, look. I rushed to the office and my first two client's cancelled. I have a ton of billing to do, reports to write, evaluations to proof read, classes to prepare for, classes to teach, papers to grade, a child's birthday party to prepare for, and Thanksgiving next week. I am sure your head is spinning by now, just as mine was this morning. I can swear that my head was not spinning from the lousy side effects of cold medicine. Anyhow after I finished my long mental "to do list" I thought to myself; I am going home. I am tired, I have a lot to do, and no chances to get any extra rest in the next 48 hours and I need some sleep. So I did. I left right then. Well, actually I left after I called all my clients, after I caught up to yesterday on my billing, after I printed a report to proof, and after I met with my supervisor. Then I did it. I left work early, went home, and took a nap. I was awakened by the cheerful and puzzled sound of my son's voice saying "mom!?" That is the puzzled sound of a child who is not used to his mother being home before he is.



See, I told you I was lazy today.

This Is What I Do

In the process of teaching a class on personality theories over the last four weeks I have come to understand the secret behind by blog blocks. I do not have a creative mind, or an imaginative mind, or an expressive mind. It is a struggle for me to create something from nothing. My mind uses the past as a reference for making current and future decisions. Not that I am stuck or fixated in the past, but previous experience is my compass. Show me how it has been done before or how how someone else has done it. Once I have a picture of what has been before I can take it recreate it, improve it, and make it my own. I have an analytical mind. I THINK about stuff all the time. Creative thought drains my energy. It is exhausting, frustrating, and often leaves me feeling incompetent and well a little . . .bored. Do not despair for me those two or three of you who actually read this blog, and do have a brain that relishes being creative. While I may not be creative, I am INVENTIVE and I really get of a lot of satisfaction of taking things from the past and reinventing them. So here are a few things I have learned over the last four weeks.

I am an introvert. I love being around one or two people at a time, but groups, large crowds, and parties are exhausting. I do not require a lot of stimulation. Therefore, I understand that I CANNOT truly focus on more than one thing at a time. A space of my own is a MUST for studying and class preparation. I have to be away from all the distractions (laundry, dishes, talking children, chatty husband) or I will have to read the same paragraph ten times. But in preparing that place for myself I can take an old kitchen table and use it for a desk, without feeling like the office has invaded my bedroom. And, I saved lots of money by not buying a pre-fabed, put it together yourself, and don't you dare ever move it, desk from Wal-Mart.

I am a thinking person. I analyze the situation and operate from the facts, but I don't need to over analyze a situation. For me it is easy to see how one can take something from the past and change it and make it something with a new, useful purpose. Like taking a perfectly good $50 kitchen table that was too big to fulfill its desired purpose as a desk, and turn it into a very practical, yet beautiful coffee table. Not only did I use my superior analytical skills to solve the missing coffee table dilemma, but I also solved the, "how in the heck do you get a coffee table to not look like a bench next to a seven foot couch problem." Ta-Dah! Problem solved.

I am a sensible person which means I use a lot of common sense and practical solutions that have clear and concrete answers. Thus I know from past experience that when one's brain is foggy because they are trying to read or write class notes at 10:00pm there is a sure fire way to lift the brain fog and restore stimulation to the drained brain waves.

I am a person who relies on sound judgement. I plan details (I have to have all the details together before I can make a plan). I naturally rely on routine and goals to reduce stress and anxiety.

Which is why I am SO glad the keys on the computer keyboard never change. At least I can rely on them when nothing else works. With their steadfast presence I can tolerate testy computer software, human error, or graphics that will not download when I want them to, and interfere with my carefully thought out plan, making it feel more like I am always making it up as I go along. Which I am not because my personality profile says I most definitely DO NOT DO THAT~ And we all know that personality profiles place you in a well defined, unbendable, unchangeable box that defines exactly how and who you are and they are NEVER, NEVER wrong.