So Much to Ketchup [RANT]

It’s been a while. Has it been forever? I keep typing up some thoughts with the intent to share. Then they never make it out into the world. Could be a sign of something. Maybe exhaustion from this the long winter? Bear with me if you want a peek at my last few weeks.

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I’ve been trying to catch up on other writers’ work. A couple of the pieces I read, reminded me that I have the right to exist and that sometimes sharing our challenges helps us make it through them. Friends who see me in person know I have challenges. So do my faithful readers. But I was also reminded that, despite my shortcomings, I have value and it is okay if not everyone gets that. They will just miss out on me and the wonder that I am. And the treats that I shower people with because it is selfish and unwise to eat that many sweet yummies alone.

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No one asked because they have heard about my crafty little projects before, but I wanted to include a photo of last week’s product. These are two inches wide by three inches tall and contain fifty pages. I’ve been giving them out in gift bags whenever people come over to celebrate my babies. I also make them in 3x4, 3.5x7, 5x7, 7x10, and 8.5x11. Sometimes, I cover them in fabric instead of using the image already on the cardboard. 

With Valentine’s Day and small children, the week passed too quickly for every activity I needed to participate in. I ended up swapping my Valentine’s Day volunteer session for one on the blustery first Saturday of the month. My family was excited by this as it meant we could have lunch together as a family. Then the texts and phone calls started from another volunteer. Looks like I get to try to resolve an internet issue this week, so people can access the records they want to see when they visit us at the center.

Blah. Blah. Blah. That is what my husband mumbles whenever I talk about any of my random responsibilities, so on to the fun stuff. I got blood work drawn on Friday the 13th. I found this an amusing time to schedule a stabbing, which goes to show I may not be entirely mentally well. While waiting to be seen, I talked to another person who had to have fasting labs but couldn’t get an appointment until 11:40. I really hope someone cancelled an earlier appointment and she got seen much sooner. I was out by 8:15 and it wasn’t too busy, so it could have happened.

Since I bled quickly and made my escape, I was able to bring happiness to my dear child who decided the Thursday before a four day weekend was a good day to forget her backpack. Luckily, the teachers at the elementary school were living their own potential horror as they met with parents for Parent Teacher Conferences, so I was able to pop in, grab her bag, see her teacher, and even get a hug. I attribute the hug to how absolutely lovable my sweet babies are. 

As one can imagine, the rest of the weekend included participating in church. Someday, I will convince my children that it is wonderful to listen to other people share experiences with faith and wise counsel.

Hope you all got reminded how greatly you are loved on Valentine's Day. Of course, that is my wish for my beloved friends and family every day. 

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More snow fell after church this weekend, so my kids have been receiving full chariot service. Walking facing away from traffic on a major road makes me nervous enough when the sidewalk is clear. If we have to walk in the bike lane, it won’t be safe. People have insisted on blowing past the bus with its stop sign out and passing in that lane. Anyway, this week has been as busy as any other but not exciting enough to type about. Stay safe out there, my friends.

Snow Way I Can Do All This [RANT]

Despite the poem I shared on Substack on Sunday, I find myself struggling to make time for God or much of anything really. Are all the mamas feeling like these piles of ice and snow are piled on top of them or is it just me?

I shall try to keep my words brief because we all need to get back in the fray and catch up on January. In my effort to do that, I worked on more of those little journals that I make. I have to grow some confidence and rent a space at a craft fair to get these beauties into the hands of appreciative buyers. 

I also started a top secret mission. I am slowly sneaking garbage out of the hoard of my baby trash dragons into an actual trash can. Even the mama trash dragon, who upcycles paper into lovely journals, has some limits on what is salvageable. Honestly, that might have prompted me to fall down the upcycle rabbit hole again.

Meanwhile, due to an insatiable need to tell everyone that editors have value to writers, I am unofficially editing two of my friends’ contributions to the written word. One has even been letting me know when poems go live, so I can get to them quickly. Anyway, the book I just read needed one editor to catch the easy fixes and another to dig in and convince the writer to fill the plot holes. I am fairly certain my Goodreads followers are questioning why I keep reading when I am clearly aggravated by typos and misused words, but I don’t always push through. I opted to not finish a couple of books already this year, but I have spent too much time on this topic. Please point out my typos to me. I eventually catch them and wonder why no one took the opportunity to correct me.

Maybe that is because so many people think they should tell me I am wrong about such things as my own preferences. I definitely won’t get started on that one. Because I want to reassure you about something important:

I resisted the temptation of my inner redneck today. A cashier at the grocery store was dressed as a cow. A very adorable cow. I giggled to myself, but I did not sneak up on her and tip her over. Overcoming my childhood programming one opportunity at a time over here. 

Hopefully, the huge piles of ice melt enough to not make me feel concerned as I walk my tiny humans to and from the bus in the middle of the road… Stay strong mamas. I’m sending positive energy your way.