I can’t believe how much it cost to get a passport. Geez. I guess the good news is that it doesn’t expire for a long time. But within that time, you might want to use it and get your monies worth.
So, we went to go apply for passports today. I’d been reminding Papa Bear that we needed to do this ever since we first planned our trip. I finally just let it go. If he wants to pay extra to rush them, then so be it. I stopped nagging.
Finally last week out of the blue he said he made an appointment for us to apply...
I'm linking up with Tuesday Ten where we are sharing the first ten post we wrote on our blogs.
My first ten posts on this website were written between June and October of 2010. Back then my URL was postconfidential(dot)blogspot(dot)com and my blog title was Sporadic Publication.
I signed my first post with my name backwards Aynek Noillag Nosnhoj.
I wrote in one ginormous paragraph and I had no readers. My mom and dad didn't even know about my blog.
So here we go.
For the first time in my life, I have seen all the Oscar Best Picture nominations BEFORE the show goes live. I know right? I've always wanted to do that and print off the list and ballot online to mark down who I think will win. So yeah, I can't wait to sit down and watch the show.
This post today is very special because 1000+ people from all around the world will be sharing their voices about compassion. Today I am 1 in 1000 who signed up to share what compassion means to me. Today I am part of a movement.
My back started hurting Sunday night. I've used the heating pad three times in the last 24 hours and have taken several showers to loosen up my joints.
Is my hip really responding to the weather?...
As I turned off the lights in the kitchen, I left on one small light. I looked back and decided to take a picture of my roses because they looked pretty in the dim light. Of course the phone flash went off and I didn't feel like trying to figure out how to get the picture of how they really looked.
There's a television show that I used to watch called Monk. That show was the inspiration behind my original blog name "Here's the thing...". If you've been reading me a long time, you'll remember me using it as a tagline. Anyway, the character Monk was a crime detective who had OCD, and multiple phobias which made the show very funny.
Christopher has Monk tendencies.
I just had a funny thought. I said, “I don’t have time to write a stream of consciousness post right now. I’ll write a long post later.” What kind of sense does that make?
This one is five minutes of my time. By the time I add the bells and whistles to the other one I want to write, it’ll likely be an hour or more out of my day.
Christopher's two favorite things were airplanes and dinosaurs. So as a family we went out in search of a kite, which left me sitting in the car with the napping Christopher. I can tell you that it would have taken me a fraction of the time to go in a store to pick out a kite. Never send the man in to get the kite unless you want some alone time.
I shared this quote this week along with a response to some interview questions I asked of my ten-year-old son. While it is a powerful quote from a ten year old, I also found it disheartening because I understood it's full context. This is a stream of consciousness post.
For the last 30 minutes before Christopher's bedtime tonight, I asked if I could interview him. I got this idea from blogger Jennifer Hall, who makes this list of questions an annual thing with her kids. Here are Christopher's response to the same twenty questions.
Last week when I wrote about not having anything to write about, my daddy commented "I gave you a list of things to write about. Pick one." So with his permission, I present...
Fadra’s stream of consciousness (SOC) link up is back! Part of my “research” this morning was to find out how long it’s actually been since the last one. I don’t know if it was THE last one, but the last time I linked up with Fadra was July 1, 2012. I said, “Wow, I’ve been blogging a long time.”
I don’t think I’ll go all share crazy on my SOC posts. It’s connected to mailchimp, which will share to facebook and twitter. I think I’ll turn off that feature for SOC Sunday. So what happens in mailchimp will stay in mailchimp. If you’re an e-mail subscriber, you’ll get first dibs.
I'm diving into a stream of consciousness here. Bare with me. My computer, still hasn't recovered from crashing last month. She's unstable to write on, so I can't really relax and write if I have to keep saving as I go just in case the computer shuts down. I'm already burnt to a crisp from losing stuff. But a girl's got to write, right?
So as you may or may not have guessed, I'm on a healthy start to my new year. And of course there's an app for that. Warning: This post isn't for everybody.
I'm sitting in my MILs kitchen smelling like bacon. As I write this, Amazing Grace has chimed four minutes late announcing that it is 9:00. She's off to a doctor appointment and has left me in charge of the eggs once everyone else gets up.
On Christmas day, I wrote "Home is wherever my family is." Well today is the day I'm past ready to go "home" like yesterday. It's time to move my family back to the east coast.
I woke up on the wrong side of the old mattress, remembering that I used my last tea bag yesterday. I left home with more than enough but I overshared and came up short.
Knowing full well that MILs stash of hot beverage choices are Folgers and Lipton, I rolled my eyes and rolled over.
Longing for a hot cup in my hands, I rolled away from the furnace that is Papa Bear and got up anyway. This hot beverage snob said a cup of hot water would have to do. I took my shower and went to join MIL in the kitchen.
MIL was buzzing around frying bacon. Her tea kettle was mid whistle as I said good morning and asked if she had any lemons. Lemon hot water would do me just fine. She found a beautiful lemon in "the box" from so & so's garden. I was shocked actually. I just knew she was going to hand me a bottle of lemon juice. She asked what I was going to use it for and I told her that I was going to have lemon tea.
When she saw that I was only squeezing lemon into the hot water, she proceeded to look for her box of tea. "I know I have some Lipton Kenyeeeeer, you don't have to drink hot wateeeer!" She used her broom handle to knock down a box from the top shelf of her "cupboard".
She placed before me a box of family sized tea bags that expired in 2011 and I said, "Oh thank you!" I steeped my tea for two seconds and held the cup to my lips for show.
She continued buzzing about saying she should have fried the bacon before she took her shower. I'm thinking yeah me too.
So we're talking as she puts the bacon to the side. She tells me how I can microwave scrambled eggs EWWW, or make them on the stovetop with "this pan." The eggs are going to stick and it's going to be gross. I hope no one wants eggs.
She announced, "Today's your husband's birrrrthday!" She said, "And I think he was born on a Monday." I picked up my phone to ask Siri, "What day was December 29th, 1969?" Sure enough, Papa Bear was born on a Monday. She looked at me in awe of Siri's audible response. She said, "Oh! Do they know what time he was born?"
And if I wasn't fake drinking my tea, I would have choked or spit it across the countertop. I pressed my lips together and shook my head, "no I don't think so."
On her way out she gave me the newspaper and the Folgers just in case I wanted some coffee. Before I could publish this post the Amazing Grace clocked chimed 10:00 and I had to make the eggs.
Christmas day has always been bittersweet from me. My entire life I’ve lived away from “home”. Though I am “from” South Carolina, when I was growing up, home for my family was in Delaware and Pennsylvania where my grandparents were.
I always believe that God prepared me for an adult life similar to how I grew up. With my family now, we live away.
What’s different is that we do travel for Christmas. We go to my husband’s home for Christmas which is also the week of his birthday. And it’s bittersweet.
I’m happy that we are all together but sad that I am still “away.”
Then I look at my son and remember my childhood Christmases. Home for me as a child was where my mom, dad and brother were. For my parents, I imagine, it was also bittersweet. I remember their nostalgic Merry Christmas calls home.
I envy families that all live together in the same town, and I cannot ever understand why they’d choose not to be together on this day. For me that would be the best Christmas ever.
But I thank God for my Christmases as they are. We arrived here safely, everyone is healthy and alive. I'm with my family and memories are being made. Christmas is love and a day to celebrate with family.
Jesus is love, and HE is the reason for the season. Merry Christmas!!!
This time last year I took the whole month of December off from blogging. I did this advent thing that was more trouble than it was worth.
I actually thought about doing it again this year, but remembered how hard it was to get back into writing at the first of the year. I also feel like I really never got my mojo back.
So I'm just treating this post like it's double dutch and jumping right in.
I'm reaching out to you and all of my social media connections to choose the cover for my next book. I've chosen a short "Age 6" Christopherism to represent two title choices.
Thank you in advance for participating in this short survey! Your response is totally anonymous.