Day 243

As a disclaimer I will warn you that today's post is long. Mostly, because today's post is honestly for me more than anyone else. It's a post I want to be able to look back on and remember how I felt and what I did. It's not often that I admit out loud that I am proud of myself. It's not in my nature, and I find it much easier to praise others than accept a compliment or celebrate a personal success.

Today is not one of those days.

Today, I am taking a few moments to bask in personal pride. Not because I was the best at anything or accomplished some amazing feat that no one else has done. But purely because I reached a personal goal that required no one else but me to reach. 

The alarm clock went off at 5 AM this morning, and for once I jumped out of bed without hitting the snooze. After donning my racing outfit and eating my oatmeal laced with chia seeds, I packed up my gear and headed towards my first sprint-distance triathlon.

It was pitch black when I arrived, and it started to rain just as I pulled into the parking lot. What started as a sprinkle quickly turned into a steady rain by the time I had walked my bike and gear to the registration booth. Luckily, I had thought about rain and packed my raincoat, a trash bag, umbrella, and rain poncho . What I didn't pack were extra towels....

I set up my transition area and covered it with the trash bag and poncho, hoping to keep my socks and shoes dry. I kept my sweatshirt and raincoat on till the last possible moment, but eventually it was time to head down to the water. It was downright pouring at this point, and my bike shorts and tank top were not much protection from the rain. I kept trying to tell myself that I was going to get wet in the lake anyways, but the cold had me shivering with goosebumps everywhere.

Ok, I admit the shivering may not have been entirely from temperature. I was scared out of my mind. As I looked down the beach at the buoys I had to swim around, my confidence was fading fast. And how was I going to ride a bike in this crap? This was supposed to be my shining moment, and instead I was scared and contemplating whether or not I should even start the race.

Then I heard my name. Turning around, I saw one of my girlfriends walking towards me with her umbrella in one hand, and a sign that read, "Go Steph Go" in the other. 

I immediately burst into tears. 

I couldn't believe that she had come out this early in such crappy weather- and made a SIGN- just to support me. Well then she started crying, and everyone was looking at us like we were crazy, but I really didn't care. Now I knew I would race and do my best, because there was no way in hell she was not going to see me finish.

The swim was marked off by several buoys along the way, so I concentrated on each individual buoy, instead of the one at the end. Which was working splendidly until I got a good rhythm going and forgot to check my placement for a while. You see, there are not lines at the bottom of the lake like there is in a pool, and you can't even see 6 inches in front of you. At one point, I looked up and actually saw people swimming towards me- it took a moment for me to realize I had swum so far off course that I was now in the return lane. 

Shit.

In the end, I am sure that little mistake cost me valuable minutes (not to mention energy), but I made it to the finish line without having to touch the bottom at all- an improvement already from my last race. My goal had been to get out of the water under 20 minutes, and my watch was reading 20:15. Not bad. 750 meters, or about 40 laps in the pool- done. 

Now to run from the beach back up to the transition area for my bike. And I literally mean run up- the water was downhill from the parking lot. My girlfriend was already at transition, clapping and cheering as I donned my bike gear. The trash bag had worked and my socks were dry, so off I went for my 12 mile bike ride.

The rain had tapered off while we were in the water, but now mother nature was ready to really give us a challenge. It poured almost the entire way, with visibility and skidding being an issue I did not have much experience with. At one point I was afraid I had missed my turnaround point due to visibility, but I eventually found my yellow arrow on the ground that told me I was going the right way. Whew. 

As I have mentioned before, the bike is my weak area. Ok, it's my weakest area... At all of my previous races (all three-whoohoo), I had faltered both on the bike and the first part of my run. Today, all the practice with changing gears on my bike and doing "brick" runs (bike ride then straight to running) paid off. I had also altered my fueling plan as far as when to use my gels, what kind, and how many. 

I came back into transition still going strong on my bike, mostly because I had stuck with my plan on pacing (previously I had just gone super-hard the whole way and about killed myself). Off with the bike helmet- on with my favorite running hat, then back out onto the course again, with my girlfriend once again cheering my name from the sideline. She had been joined by another friend of mine whose husband was also racing, and I blew them kisses and actually had a smile on my face as I hit the pavement.

Almost there. 

This was the crucial point for me in all my previous races. Running is the hardest on the body of the three sports, and I have never come out of the bike portion without sucking serious wind for the first mile. I had actually had to walk for a minute earlier this year just to get under control.

Not today. I hit my race pace strong from the start, and the realization that I wasn't ready to keel over motivated me even more. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing that my body is now used to running under duress, but what used to feel like torture truly felt like a normal workout. Before I knew it, I was halfway done and still had energy- not tons of energy for sure, but I knew I could get back without walking- another of my goals for today.

At about 2 1/2 miles in, I kept my pace steady and concentrated on my mental tricks (counting and taking turns focusing on different portions of my form) so that I wouldn't give in to Exhaustion. Because that bitch was sneaking up on me fast. The last mile was relatively uphill, and I focused on just putting one foot in front of the other.

Soon I could hear music and the announcer, which meant the end was near if not in sight. I literally started talking to myself (isn't that I a sign of delirium?)- "Come on Stephanie. You can do this. God damn I'm tired--- crap no! Come on Steph!"

And there it was. The finish line. I'm not sure if it was because I wanted to truly finish strong, or if I just wanted it to be over- but I sprinted as hard as I could to the end. 

Then I bent over at the waist and concentrated really hard on not throwing up.

Hands on my knees, sweat pouring off my forehead, I looked to the left and saw my "GO Steph GO" sign. One hour and 48 minutes that girl waited for me. "You did it!" she yelled at me. I smiled through part sweat and part tears.

Yeah. I did. I'll be damned.

I finished fifth out of 10 women in my age group, with the next three women faster than me all within 3 minutes of each other (damn swim...). I had met my goal of finishing under 2 hours and not being last, and had even run by best 5k ever at just over 29 minutes. 

But today was not about numbers. Today was about so much more than that. It was about reaching a goal in which I had sacrificed family time, food, social activities, and of course sweat for. It was about not giving up when it was pouring rain and I had swam completely off course. And it was about how friendships that support you through thick and thin are a blessing that I am so fortunate to have. So today's pic represents crossing the finish line without throwing up. The only thing left to do now is decide what my goals are for next season...

Day 242

I am continually suprised to discover how many people who live in my community have never been to our city's Farmer's market. It is a gold mine for everything, from food to pottery and household items.

And it's not just a place to shop. You can eat your heart out at this market as well. No need to wait for the fall festivals to arrive if you have a hankering for ethnic food- you can find just about everything (and them some) every weekend of the year.

There are your more traditional food-stuffs: sandwiches boasting local meats and vegetables, soups, and salads. But there was a line for Hungarian cabbage rolls and pastries by 0900. Colombian, Thai, Mediterranean, and more are also represented, along with coffee, fresh breads, and pastries to make your mouth water. Dessert isn't left out either- cupcakes, ice cream, organic fruit pops, and gelato are available. I saw a marscapone lemoncello cake today that about broke my willpower...They even have soft pretzels literally as big as your head - a favorite of the 11-year old.

Need some fresh flowers? Gorgeous bouquets are available for as little as $5, from the yellowist (is that a word?) sunflowers to roses.

Local artisans sell their pottery, jewelry, and every kind of canned/jarred food or sauce you can imagine. I bought homeade stick lotion today- lotion that is solid enough to roll on like deodorant. What a great travel idea, and the gentleman selling it was so nice and knowledgeable.

And I haven't even started on the food stuffs. Today I bought fresh eggs, thick bacon, chicken patties, bison, a bushel of pickling cucumbers, zucchini, red peppers, honey, strawberry jam, fresh wheat and blueberry-lemon bread. Every vegetable imaginable was represented, along with some that are heirloom and not readily available in most grocery stores. And I got to spend time with the bee farmer who taught me all about the different kinds of honey and-most importantly- let me taste each one. So cool.

So, today's pic celebrates farmers and the smaller markets that focus on locally grown and organic food. Tomorrow is race day, and I thoroughly enjoyed my whole wheat pasta with pesto sauce and fresh vegetables from my shopping trip today. If you haven't been out to your local market, make a point to do so. Better yet- take your kids. Show them food doesn't have to come from grocery stores, and let them pick something new out to try. You both may be suprised at what you discover!

Day 241

It's feeling more and more like fall. The air was a little cooler this morning when I went to work. The kids are back in school. There are pumpkins in the aisle at the grocery. 

And college football has started.

Our house has always been more of a college household than NFL. The 11-year old does love the Packers though, so we try and watch those games as well.

Some people have heard the term "I'm a golf widow". Well, I tend to tweak that saying- "I'm a football widow". Cuz let me tell you, the Honey Do list stands still at our house when there is a pigskin game going on.

I'm not really complaining. I like to watch football too, and it's something we enjoy doing as a family. Plus, the ability to DVR games has allowed us to still go out in the world on the weekend without fear of missing the best play of the week.

I can lay here in bed and hear the high school football game going on. Tomorrow  my husband's Fighting Irish take the field. And the 11-year old has football both Sunday  and Monday. So my weekend will be full of first downs and half time shows. Good thing I do like football- otherwise I would be miserable !

Today's pic celebrates the beginning of football season. Wear your team colors proudly and bring on the wings and beer!

Day 240

Today is Thursday, and in the spirit of "Throwback Thursday", I took a few minutes to peruse my pictures and find one that made me smile.

Fortunately, many of the pictures I looked at put a smile on my face. Vacations and sports' games, weddings, and other gatherings compile a good portion of my snapshots.

But I have to admit, the majority of them are of my son. Like most new mothers, I was relatively obsessed with taking pictures of him. Doing everything. Eating, sleeping, playing- I even have pictures of him bathing and sitting on the toilet!

And I know I am not alone. I mean, the whole naked-in-the bathtub picture theme has been going on for generations...

I'm not really sure why I chose this particular picture to share though. Except that it is just funny, and I needed something funny to end my day. See that dump truck? He carried (or more accurately pushed) that thing around like most kids carry a blanket or teddy bear. It went everywhere with us, including vacation to the beach. He would sit in it, put his food in it, look at books in it, and sometimes even fell asleep in it. Of course it got it's workout as an actual dump truck too, especially at his older brother and sister's ball games- he hauled more dirt around the baseball fields during the summer than most highway construction crews (if you live in Ohio, you will get that joke...).

Unfortunately, he also stood in it once in a while  usually in an attempt to grab something just out of reach. That backfired on him one afternoon, and I came home from work to have my husband show me where he had split the back of his head open just a little bit after falling backwards into the corner of the wall. I took him to the ER to make sure it didn't need a stitch or two, but they pretty much laughed at me (in retrospect it was a pretty small cut...), gave him a Popsicle, and sent us home.I'm sure I have a picture of it somewhere....

Tonight's picture represents how an old photo can bring back sweet memories, and how a parent's incessant picture taking can help capture moments that may have been forgotten otherwise- as well as be used for blackmail when they are older of course.

Day 239

Today, I am thankful for fried potatoes.

I know I have a race this weekend. I know it is probably the worst food I could eat so close to going to bed.

But I just couldn't resist them when I came home from a long day at work and found them on the stove.

French fries have always been one of my comfort foods. In fact, I have yet to meet a type of potato that I didn't love. Fried, mashed, boiled, shredded- you name it, I love it.

So tonight's pic celebrates food that you eat purely because it tastes good- not because it is good for you....

Day 238

Middle School.

It was called "Junior High" when I was the 11-year old's age, but I still remember my first day like it was yesterday. I was so excited, because I was (finally!!) allowed to shave my legs, and was quite sure everyone would notice my super-smooth appendages sticking out of my new, acid-washed jean skirt...

Junior High was also when I was allowed to start wearing make-up and hair spray. Now, this was the 80's, so you can imagine how many lung cells I killed inhaling hairspray as it fell over my head. And yes, I am ashamed to admit that I had blue eye shadow...

The 11-year old started middle school today. And, true to his nature, he wasn't nearly as nervous as I expected. He seemed to take it all in stride, ensuring me that "I got this Mom" when I would fret over if he would have enough time to get from one class to another, or find his way from Math to Science.

But what I have noticed over the last couple of days is the sudden transformation of caring about what he wears, how he smells, and how his hair looks...We had to practice his hairstyle the night before school so that he could be sure and do it the way he liked and not use too much or too little hair goop. He has never been picky about where his clothes are purchased from, but most days I struggle getting him to actually come close to matching. Plus, getting him to wear anything but basketball shorts required a funeral or wedding...But not today- he was wanting to dress to impress.

Why the sudden change? What else- girls. He has informed me that Middle School is swarming with them. He already has a list of girls that he is interested in "dating", which makes me concerned that his genetic disposition of list-making may back fire on him...

Today's picture represents that awkward transition into the teen world, and how the basic elements of growing up seem to be timeless. So although his shorts weren't acid-washed, and he was excited about hair goop instead of hairspray, it's funny to see how some things just don't change.

Day 237

I have a confession to make...

I play Candy Crush.

I know, I know. I'm a follower.But I can't help it! Those little pieces of candy are more addicting than Spider Solitaire ever was, that's for sure.

I don't allow myself to actually buy extra "boosters", and I sure as hell don't post my Progress on Facebook-I have seen enough people hating on Candy Crushers there to scare me from that (you get extra boosters if you post on Facebook...).

But, this little game is now my favorite pastime when I'm either bored or need to turn my brain off. I play it while I wait for my face mask to dry, and I fall asleep most nights with my I pad in my lap. I have always been someone who needs something to occupy my brain when I go to bed, otherwise I tend to stay up all night thinking about all of my To Do lists and "What If"s...

So tonight's pic represents how we all need a way to detach from the world once in a while. Maybe you do crosswords, or that damn Clash of Clans game (I swear my son and husband play that more than their xbox). And if you are a Sudoku fan, more power to you- I have never been able to figure that damn game out....

Day 236

I love food. It's the main reason I exercise. When my husband and I travel, places to explore new cuisine are at the top of our "to do" list (why yes, I do have a "to do" list while on vacation...).

I love to cook and bake as well, but don't nearly get as much time as I'd like to do so. But today I got lucky and had the opportunity to expand from boxed mashed potatoes and frozen chicken breasts.

Now, my cooking isn't necessarily anything to write home about, but I do have some skills here and there. But luckily, summer and my garden made today's menu easy-peesy. The only thing on my plate that didn't come from my own backyard was the steelhead trout, and it all came together with nothing more than salt, pepper, and olive oil.

This was my first time growing butternut squash (a favorite in our household), and like most home-grown vegetables, the flavor was phenomenal. It was one of those I-have-to-close-my-eyes-because-this-is-so-darn-good kind of moments.

The last of my zucchini and squash also made it to the table, and of course- a fresh picked tomato. Yummo.

When I realized that literally everything except the fish was something I had grown, I had to take a picture- almost like a proud mother would of her kids all dressed up and going to prom. I've been sneaking peeks into people's backyards lately as we drive places, and it seems as though I am noticing more and more vegetable gardens- I'm not sure if there really is an increase, or if it just seems like it since I haven't really paid attention before. Either way, it's such a positive thing to see, because you just can't go wrong when you eat something that's been grown by your own hands.

When I was in school for my bachelor's degree, I had to write a grant proposal on a topic that was related to my final project. Since I had chosen childhood obesity, I wrote a grant for a community garden. In doing research, I found that there were already some really cool projects out there, many of them in inner cities where kids just aren't exposed to fresh food much. Families and communities learn not only how to grow food, but how to prepare it. One high school even taught their kids the financial end of growing food- they were taught how to calculate cost of planting and then sold their crop at a local Farmer's Market. Great stuff.

All it takes is a little dirt and water. Start with a pot, or even a bucket. One tomato plant that is cared for will reap 50 times it's money by the end of the season. Same with zucchini- more than one plant and you won't know what to do with all you've got.

I can still remember helping my grandpa in his garden- mainly I remember the green beans that grew up the chain link fence each summer. It was my job to pick them and then pinch off the ends for supper. It's a fond memory that I will carry for me always. Hopefully, I can pass on that tradition with my own child, and teach him that not all food has to come from the grocery store...

Tonight's pic represents knowing where your food truly came from. So start a garden. Show your kids that growing your own food is a healthy alternative to canned green beans or boxed mashed potatoes. Because lord knows, if the zombie apocalypse actually happens like in those shows and video games they watch, they are gonna need some farming skills!

Day 235

It just isn't often that I lay down on the couch and vegetate, but tonight is one of those nights.

Eight hours of a sand volleyball tournament in true August weather will do that to you.

It was a great day (we came in second place) for a great cause (supporting Down's Syndrome), but I am whooped!

So instead of folding laundry, cleaning bathrooms, or pulling weeds I am laying on the couch with my feet up. And as long as I don't make eye contact with the laundry pile, I can even relax a little...

Tonight's pic represents a well-earned evening of rest. Because the laundry will still be there tomorrow.

Day 234

If you've ever talked to a parent who has more than two children, or to someone who was the baby of multiple siblings, chances are they will tell you that they got away with a lot more than their elders. Just the other day my friend was telling me how she lets her younger son ride his bike much farther than she ever let his older brother. Many times a parent will tell you by the time the last kid rolls around, it just isn't worth the energy to get mad or upset about much...

One of the moms at football practice has three boys, the oldest of which is 11 years old. They are all three absolutely adorable, and I've spent many practices smiling as the youngest two run around the sidelines, being boy-crazy with either a football or stick in their hand (what is it about boys and sticks?!).

By the time practice was ending, it was probably dangerously close to the toddler's bedtime. And the youngest this particular evening was obviously cranky about it. I'm not sure how it started, but suddenly the whole sideline erupted into a cacophony of wails, translated by every parent as, "take me the hell home, feed me, and put me to bed for God's sake!"

Now, the parent with one child may have anxiously leaned over and tried to calm the child with coos and soothing pats on the back. The parent of two children may threaten with removal of Ninja Turtle toys if the crying doesn't stop.

But this mother of three would have none of that. She barely glanced in his direction until he stopped for a breath. Then she calmly looked over at him and asked, "Is that really all you've got? Because I know you can do better than that...".

That tripped him up, but only for a moment. The "look-at-poor-me-I-can't-believe-you're-ignoring me" noise started again.

Next breath-"You should really kick your legs or something son. Like this". She proceeded with a demonstration. "Your brother here is much better than you".

Another pause. This time the bellowing was quieter, and the noises came out more like questions than angry wails.

Still no reaction from mom. The other parents were trying not to giggle, for each if us knows the danger of showing attention- ANY kind of attention- to a toddler looking for somebody(anybody) to notice his obviously horrible predicament...

His cries slowed to whimpers, and eventually petered completely out. Mom never broke a sweat. 

It was awesome.

Today's pic celebrates parenting skills, some that are learned over time and from the old "try and fail" technique. Kudos to all of you that have more than one child and still have your hearing and sanity in check!

Day 233

Most people hate goong to the dentist. Not me. I actually look forward to going. Because my dentist office does it right.

I switched to Dayton Dental Collaborative 6 or 7 years ago on a referral from several people I worked with. My childhood dentist had severely disappointed me (aka pissed me off) with a root canal debacle, and I decided enough was enough.

As soon as I entered the building, I knew this was a dentist office like no other. The office itself was designed by none other than the lead dentist's architect wife. It is very modern, but with a clean, zen-like feel and appearance. They use music and aromatherapy throughout the public areas, and there is light and space everywhere. The usual magazines found in waiting rooms are replaced with picture books you would find on your coffee table at home.

Your first interaction of course is with the receptionist, and as pretty as the building is, the true reason I am glued to this place starts here. I have never been somewhere that every single person is so highly engaged, professional, and downright friendly. 

Over the years, I have come to discover their secret. From what I can tell, those employees love to work there. Why? Because they are taken care of and are proud to work in a place that has such high standards. 

Hmmm....

Seriously- Dr. Shelhouse doesn't mess around. No corners are cut, his staff are the best at what they do and are immaculately dressed, he only uses the best equipment and contracts out with only the best labs. There are several dentists in the office, and I have probably seen all of them. And each and every one puts my old family dentist to shame. I mean, the first time I was there I couldn't believe how thorough of an exam they did- they checked my tonsils, my throat glands, sinuses...I was just waiting for them to pull out a stethoscope and listen to my lungs....

I've had the same hygienist for awhile now, and I just love her too. Tabitha is not only good with her evil sharp dental tools, she is totally dedicated to helping her patients achieve the best oral care outside of the office too. She always asks about my dental routine at home, and makes real-life suggestions for how to improve things based on my personal needs. She sees my whole family, and through comments that she makes throughout my visit I know that she remembers exactly who they are, even though they are only there a few times a year.

Tabitha is also training for her first marathon, and knows that I have been training for triathlons, so she makes sure to always ask me how my training is coiming along. We swap workout and diet stories, and I never feel rushed or like I'm just another patient.

Tonight's pic was taken from the dentist chair. Each room is set up this way so that the patient can look outside during their visit. Gonna have some heavier work done? Schedule it on the right day and you will get a hand massage from their masseuse while the evil drill is at work. It's amazing how much that helps reflect your attention away from what's happening in your mouth!

This pic represents how going to the dentist doesn't have to be something you dread. Like I said, these guys get it right. And because of that, I don't miss appointments. I come out of there not only feeling like I received great care, but with a renewed vision of how I myself want to be as a healthcare provider.   Knowing how good it is to receive excellent care makes me even more determined to give it!

Day 232

Finally!

My tomatoes are turning red!

My smaller Roma tomatoes have been ripening like crazy the last week or so, but my larger ones were just being plain stubborn.

The last couple of days have been nice and warm though, with humid nights to add fuel to the ripening fire.

They started their journey from green to light orange a few days ago, and I have been watching them like a hunter watches prey- waiting for just the right moment to pluck then at their most flavorful point.

I picked my first big one today. And boy was it a doozie!  Bigger than my hand and easily weighing 5 pounds, I couldn't wait to slice into it.

I could eat tomatoes every day, with every meal. Eggs with fresh tomatoes on top. Turkey sandwiches with thick slices of tomato in the middle. And grilled chicken salad with fresh tomatoes and other garden veggies. Or toasted bread with tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and basil on top....I could go on and on...

I made a grilled turkey sandwich for dinner and cut a super-thick slice of "mater" to go inside it. The one slice was actually bigger than the slice of bread...

Yum.

Tonight's pic celebrates the fruit of one's labor (literally in this case), and how being patient many times pays off. And now for an evening snack of tomatoes and cottage cheese...

Day 231

A friend of mine that I graduated high school with put a post on Facebook today:

"Hey, does anyone know where I can go to see pictures of kids on their first day of school and people dumping buckets of ice water on their heads?"

For those of you who (somehow) have not seen or heard, there is an awareness push for ALS going on right now. People have a choice to either donate $100 towards ALS research or video tape themselves dumping a bucket of ice water over their heads. Just before dowsing themselves, the person "nominates" at least one other person to the challenge of donation versus drowning. That person then has 24 hours to make a choice.

So, as you can imagine, I got nominated. Great. I had already scrolled through and watched tons of people on Facebook doing this challenge, and really just didn't want to pour ice water over my head. Plus, I didn't understand how choosing that over donating money was really helping the cause. So, I chose to give cash instead of making a video. Well, and yes, ok, I didn't want to make a video where my hair gets soaked- it just looks weird when it's wet!

I continued to see these postings for the next couple of days, and I have honestly enjoyed watching some of them, especially the creative ones and when children are involved. But geez- how many more people could there possibly be left who I know that hadn't been asked to the challenge?

Then, the 11-year old got nominated.

Three of his friends had vidoes posted on Instagram and had called him out today. He turned to me and asked what it was all about.

I explained as best I could what ALS is and what his choices in the challenge were, and although the water part intrigued him, he thought for a moment and asked, "But the ice water part isn't really helping money-wise ,is it?".

That's when I finally understood. I told him that although he couldn't necessarily give $100, just by nominating someone else he helps to raise awareness about the disease. He looked at me questioningly still.

" Did you know what ALS was before you got nominated?" I asked.

"Ahh....I get it. Nope. I didn't".

And so ensued an immediate panic on his part to complete his quest. By this time it was pitch black outside, so we opted for the bathtub. Using his ice water left over from football practice, Sam soaked himself (and the bathroom floor...) with a smile on his face, and dutifully nominated one of his friends as well.

Later, as I was perusing Facebook, I found another post from a friend. This friend, though, had lost both his mother and grandmother to ALS. He said the Ice Bucket challenge had already raised $22.9 million in the last 22 days. This is compared to their entire 2013 total of $23.5 million.

Whoa.

Today's pic represents how social media can be used in a way to help and teach others. The 11-year old and I spent some time together on my Ipad tonight looking at the ALS website and learning more about this debilitating disease. So I'm sorry to disappoint anyone by not posting a video of myself and a bucket full of water, but know that all of your videos have truly done their job of raising not only money, but awareness. Do you know what ALS is?

Day 230

This weekend, I am playing in my first sand volleyball tournament since I was in college.

For the record, that was a long time ago...

I'm also playing quads (only 4 people on the court instead of 6) and with my husband (divorce alert). But it's for a great cause and great people so I figured what the hell.

Friends of ours are also playing in the tournament, and so we decided to get together yesterday and practice, since most of us had never played quads before. It was a great afternoon for it- not too sunny and we literally had our choice of courts to practice on.

Three hours later, I called uncle. All eight of us are the competitive type, so 3 games turned into 6, then 9. "Just one more" was the theme of the day. Eventually, we all slogged to our vehicles and went home to try and wash the sand out of every nook and cranny we have. And I mean every nook and cranny....

I went to bed first last night, but my husband joined me soon after. We laid there for a second, and I  halfheartedly threw a leg over his. "That's all I got, honey. Sorry".

"That's more than I can muster babe", he replied. We both smiled into the dark and immediately fell into an exhausted sleep.

This morning, we both rolled out of bed with a few moans and groans. My knees were especially screaming at me- squatting for three hours and falling on them numerous times to reach a ball had taken it's toll. We both pushed through and went to work, but I got a text about 9:30- "Very sore today".

"We are getting old", I replied.

"I know. We are grandparents now, remember?"

Thanks honey. I feel much better now.

Tonight I played on my normal Monday night team. When I arrived, I went to the court we were scheduled to play on and started watching the end of the current game being played. Out there was a team who's youngest player must have been in their upper fifties. Most of them had athletic tape or braces around every joint. Literally. But damn it they played pretty darn well. They couldn't chase crazy balls or drop to the ground, but their skills were solid and dead on. Even when they lost they had smiles on their faces and conversed pleasantly with the other team.

Suddenly, my knees didn't hurt so much any more.

I went out and played my hardest, but to be honest I was reaching pretty deep by the last game. We, of course, did not get to play the older team. We played a bunch of twenty-year olds who showed no mercy. And even though we technically lost 2 out of 3 games, I took pride in the fact that they were VERY close games and we definitely had them sweating. There were a few times I had to smile when we would block a spike or return a hard hit ball and they would just look surprised about it. That's right, folks, This Gigi still has a little giddy-up.

Tonight's pic represents the fact that age is what you make of it. You can choose to stay home and watch the world go by when you feel old and tired, or you can tape up your joints with athletic tape and keep on going, having fun and surprising others with your gumption and abilities.

Now I'm off to eat some Advil and put these weary bones to bed!

Day 229

How do you wash a dog that weighs over 160 pounds?

Why in a baby swimming pool of course.

We used to do it in the bathtub. That stopped after he hit about 140 pounds. Have you ever seen a 160 pound dog shake to get dry in a small bathroom? I was wiping dog hair off the wall and ceiling for days...

Poor Ben. He hates getting a bath. It took both my husband and I to actually get him inside the thing- one pushing from behind and one pulling on his collar. 

I mean, look at that sad face. It's like he's looking at the 11-year old and thinking, I can't believe you are letting them do this to me" as he snapped the picture.

But alas, we did. One entire bottle of shampoo and 10 towels later, Ben was clean, dry, and smelled less like a dog. Or at least he didn't smell like a stinky dog. 

I can't say the same for my husband and I. We were dirty, wet, and smelled worse than Ben. 

I love my dog. I don't love giving him a bath. I still shudder at the thought of him getting sprayed by a skunk...

Today's pic represents thinking outside the box ( or bathtub) in order to get a job done. Thank goodness he isn't an outdoor dog- I don't think either of us could handle the stress of bathing more often than we already do!

Day 228

Today was the first of many weekend days this fall in which our family's lives will be dictated by a small, brown leather ball.

It's officially football season.

I got up in time today to go work at the concession stand for two hours. Then it was home to feed him a big, healthy lunch and wash his practice jersey and pants for next week.

Another hour went by reviewing his play book and watching videos from the last couple of weeks, talking through what he had learned and how he was going to apply it.

I did get a round of bathroom cleaning in, but then it was time to get ready for our actual game. Cleats, socks, game pants, cup, jersey, pads, helmet, mouthpiece, water bottle. Check. Five minutes before we were supposed to leave it started pouring rain, so I repacked my own bag to include a rain jacket, hat, umbrella, and towel to wipe off the wet bleachers.

Whew. Now we were ready. And as I pulled his jersey over the shoulder pads, I had to smile. Yes, it's a pain in the butt to constantly be prepared for practice and games. And yes, my house isn't as clean and my dinners aren't as healthy this time of year.

But my kid loves to play, and in the end that's all that matters. So today's pic celebrates and thanks all the parents who put jerseys on shoulder pads, lace up soccer cleats, fill up water bottles, and drive their kids to practice instead of clean their bathroom. One day they will thank you. That day is unfortunately far away from now- probably when they have their own kids- but it will come. And one day, you will wish that you were at practice instead of cleaning your bathtub.

Day 227

I was actually looking forward to going to work today. I have tons of office work to catch up on, and I was hoping today would be one that I could clear some more piles from my desk. I even did my hair cute. 

As I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed an odd sound coming from underneath my car. That's when I realized the little light that was flashing on my dashboard...

Yup. Flat tire. And I mean FLAT. The noise I heard was actually the rim scraping on the ground. 

Crap.

Ok I might have said something a little stronger than "crap". But I knew it wasn't going to fix itself so I went inside to seek help from my husband.

What should have been a relatively simple task quickly turned into a debacle.  The car was so low that we couldn't see underneath where to put the jack. Then the jack itself was so hard to crank that we wound up getting the one from my husband's truck.

Oh and it doesn't end there.

The lug nuts were on so tight my husband had to stand on the wrench to get them loose. Even the freaking tire itself was so stuck we literally had to get a sledgehammer to knock the sucker off. 

Needless to say, at this point both my husband and I had said harsher words than "crap", I had grease all over my hands, and my hair was definately no longer looking cute.

I finally got to the tire store, sat in the waiting room, and stressed out about how much this was gonna cost me. It seems like it has just been one thing after another this summer, and I gladly used the time waiting to sulk.

But when they called me up to the register, my bill was less than $29. 

Seriously?!

I spent all that time sulking over $29?

On the way home, I thought back through the whole tire debacle. And yes, it was bad. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much worse it could have been.

I worked until 11 PM last night. Chances are that tire was going flat on my way home. I could have been stuck on the highway at midnight, and without my husbands' jack or the sledgehammer.

My husband could have been on duty today, unable to help me get the spare on. And I could have had to pay for a new tire instead of just a patch. 

Yeah, I missed a day of work that I wasn't planning on, and now I'm even more behind with my office work. But I also gained an unexpected afternoon with my family and a workout that wouldn't have been possible otherwise.

So today's pic represents how we have the power to choose how to look and react to a situation. We can sit and sulk, or choose to realize it could have been worse, and push through to the other side. 

Day 226

It's not too often that I take a pic for my blog before breakfast is even over, but today was one of those days.

As I opened the oven door to take out my breakfast, I looked down to discover a piece or two of mozzarella cheese had melted in the shape of an "S".

"Well I'll be", I thought, because my first name starts with an "S".

I don't know why that piece of cheese entertained me so much, but it did. I felt like the lady who pulled out a marshmallow in the shape of Jesus. 

Tonight's pic represents small little coincidences of nature that make you stop for a moment. The cloud that looks like the shape of a train. Or a puddle on the ground that is shaped like a penis (that one happened to me too- I still have the pic...). Or yes, a marshmallow shaped like Jesus. 

Day 225

I love sleeping with the windows open. I love to listen to the crickets and feel the wind blow through my bedroom. This summer's weather has allowed more "open window" nights than usual, with it's cool nights and high temperatures only in the low 80's.

This morning as I slipped from sleep to consciousness, I took a deep breath of fresh air and the first thing in my mind was, "Oh my gosh I smell fall".

I can't tell you what it is. But there is definately something in the air that has changed. I can smell it tonight too, as I sit at the computer with the window open in front of me.

I went to the grocery today, and they had ceramic pumpkins out front, and Reese Pumpkin eggs in the check-out aisle. I guess I should be glad that at least there aren't Christmas decorations out yet. But geez, I'm just not ready for summer to be over with.

But summer is just about done with us. The signs are everywhere- a few leaves turning colors on my maple tree, tomatoes ripening on the vine at lightening speed, and signs throughout town for the Greek and Italian festivals.

The end of summer is unofficially marked by the restarting of school, which in our town is less than two weeks away. And the start of school means all of us parents have to do the inevitable- the dreaded school supply shopping.

Pencils, paper, folders, and new backpacks. Which is all fine and good, but can someone please explain to me why the school asks for 6 dry-erase markers and every damn store only has packs of 5?! It's like the whole hot dog and bun conspiracy. And Lord forbid one store have everything that you need- oh no. That would be silly.

One thing is for sure though- I stay away from the mainstream when it comes to school supply shopping. I've seen school supply shopping get rougher than Black Friday, so I stick to the less-conspicuous stores like Office Depot and Walgreens. Much less chance of being stabbed with Fiskars scissors over the last bottle of Elmer's glue at those places...

All in all though, this year honestly wasn't bad. I already had several things on the list left over from last year (including those damn extra dry-erase markers), and the only thing Office Depot didn't have was the calculator our school asked for. And school supply shopping involves lists, which of course makes me happy. Suprisingly, the 11-year old stopped in the middle of the store and said, " I love school supply shopping".

I paused for a moment and tried to remember being on the other side of the wallet when it comes to buying new things for school. And yes, I can remember the excitement of new notebooks with fresh paper (lists!), picking out pencils, folders with Madonna's picture on them, and a Trapper Keeper to keep all my lists safely tucked away.

So tonight's picture represents the approach of a new season and school year, and the excitement that comes with new Post-it notes (lists!) and highlighters.

Day 224

Today's pic represents the amazing feeling of finally getting home and being able to empty out your pockets on the bathroom counter. The shower is heating up, and I plan on running the sucker till it's cold.

Sorry so short and sweet, but my brain has little left in it. Nighty night my friends. 

Day 223

II never had a brother, so I have always been interested in how our oldest has acted with his siblings throughout the years.

He is less than 3 years older than his sister, and they had the typical love-hate relationship so many brother/sister combos endure. But I never hesitated for a moment that he loved her and would do anything for her.

His brother is about 12 years younger than him. And boy has that been fun to watch. They have adored each other from day 01, in a way that I could never have dreamed half -brothers with that much age difference would. 

Looking back, the oldest has always been a protector, especially when it comes to family. He is the gentle giant, willing to help others and protective of what is his. I can remember him being no more than 15 years old and he would call our house from his mon's house during a thunderstorm just to make sure we were home and ok. It's no wonder he has chosen law enforcement as his career. Being a cop is just a natural way for him to be who he is.

He is now expecting his own little boy, and of course most of the focus while he and his wife have been home has focused on the baby. But this big brother has made sure to carve out time to come and watch the 11-year old practice football, standing at the side lines for two hours and watching his every move.

His wife and I giggled as we looked from oldest to youngest, noting how they both stand the same way and constantly sway back and forth. Then we looked behind us at my husband who was standing there- swaying back and forth. Genetics is a funny thing...

Tonight's picture represents the bond of brotherhood- something that can't be broken by age gaps or living on the other side of the country. He is going to be an amazing daddy, and I'm sure this won't be the last time he stands on the sideline. Soon enough, The 11-year old will be standing next to him as they watch my grandson put a helmet on for the first time. That'll be a cool picture.

Day 222

Summer projects. We all have them. You know- clean out the garage, landscape a certain corner of the yard, pressure wash the siding, paint the front door....

Ugh. That's work!

So be sure to add at least one "fun" project in there before the end of summer. Ours?

We built a zip-line in the back yard. Ok- my husband built a zip-line. But I definitely held the hammer for him once or twice.

Tonight was the induction of the zip line to some of the 11-year old's friends. And like anything that involves speed and possible injury- they loved it.

It still needs a little tweaking- maybe a thicker cable so it is tauter and faster. Because that's just what those boys need- faster....Oh well. We do have health insurance.

Tonight's picture celebrates summer projects that help make memories, and children's never-ending thrill at speed and danger.

Day 221

I love baby showers. But they are even more special when they are for your own children. Showers are such happy occasions, especially for the first-time moms. Rarely does a mom go home not feeling loved and just a little overwhelmed from all of the stuff she has now accumulated for such a little thing.

And, unfortunately, sometimes they may be a little scared, because there is always at least one mom who has to tell their horror delivery story....why do we do that?!

We played games and ate cupcakes. But, as always, the main event was the opening of presents. There were all the basics of course- diapers, wipes, blankets and washcloths, and enough onesies to change that kid four times a day for the first four months.

But this shower had some very thoughtful and clever gifts outside of the norm. There was a rocking horse which was super adorable and fun. It was almost like an animated horse, colorful and character-like, instead of the traditional wooden horse that most people think of.

My step-son loves to hunt, and their son's room will have a woodland creatures theme. Therefore, many gifts were geared towards the outdoors- camoflouge onesies, a stuffed fox that you can put scent packets inside and set on a shelf, and sleepers with every animal imaginable on them.

But the winner for creativity went to one of the great-grandmas. She wrapped a cardboard box in muslin and leaves, and stuck a baby-sized camo hat on top instead of a bow. On the front of the hat it says, " Will hunt for hugs". Adorable.

The box itself was full of stuffed woodland animals, including a skunk and turtle. But the best one
was a huge stuffed deer head, complete with soft antlers and a cut-off neck where you can mount him on the walk. 

Freaking hilarious. 

So today's picture celebrates celebrations, and traditions of culture. Baby G is one very lucky boy already, and it's always great to see family and friends come together to celebrate new life.

Day 220

I have told many people that The Powers of the Universe knew better than to give me a baby girl. I mean, I am 39 years old and still don't know how to french braid hair...

I've never felt like I've missed anything buy not having the need to buy dresses or baby dolls. And I'd much rather go see Transformers than Frozen anyway.

But every once in a while, I have a moment when I think-"Now a girl just wouldn't have done that". Like fart at the dinner table. Or put his hands in his pants in the middle of the grocery store and look at me like, "What?" when I give him "The Rock Eyebrow".

Or put his cup that he has worn all week to football practice on my clean bathroom counter....

I know, I know. Boys will be boys. Blah blah blah. I'm still not touching that thing and he is gonna wipe down my counter.

Today's pic represents the obliviousness that children seem to have at times. But I love my boy, and all of his nuances. Because that's what moms do.

But I'm still not touching that thing.

Day 219

Our oldest and his wife have been home from Texas for the week, taking a long vacation to visit family. And you know what that means...

Gigi got to meet Kaden in person for the first time.

Yeah, he's still in the incubator, but there is something magical about being able to see your step-son's child growing. Even the 11-year was in awe. He mentioned after they left the house, "Mom her belly has gotten a lot bigger... Is Kaden really in there? That's so freaking cool".

Momma is doing great and over half-way to the finish line. Her feet were swollen like sausages after the long drive, but her mom came to the rescue with Epsom salts and they are much better now. Other than that, she is beautiful and radiant and happy. An, supposedly, drinking multiple gallons of milk per week...

We are doing a baby shower for them while they are home, although it is earlier than the usual affair at 8 months or so. But the next time they will be in town Kaden will have been out of his incubator for 2 months or so, and we want to shop for baby gifts NOW.

A baby shower means planning. And planning means lists. Yippee! So Kaden's family got together to discuss food, drinks, games, and decorations.

Soon after we all arrived, I noted that it was the first time all three grandmas were together since the pregnancy. We come from different backrounds, lifestyles, etc but that has never stopped us from loving these kids and getting along with each other. Being able to sit with these two women as a step-mom and not be a bit uncomfortable while laughing, drinking beer, and telling stories is a blessing I don't take lightly. They have always included me as an integral part of their children's lives, and I am so thankful for that. I know that everyone is not so lucky.

So today's picture represents...well, the coolest Grandmas ever of course. It represents how family, love, and acceptance don't necessarily have to be binded by blood, and that blended families truly can work if you want it to.

This baby is gonna be spoiled rotten. I can't wait!

Day 218

At the end of days like today, you just need a beer.

I don't have much to say today. Mostly because it's late and all I can think about is taking a shower and crawling into bed.

But this blog helps force me to end even days like today with something positive.

So today I am thankful for Corona Light. Ok, ok-- two Corona Lights... I am thankful to come home and be greeted by a loving family and slobbering dogs with their tails wagging. 

What are you thankful for? Doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just enough to let you lay your head on the pillow a little lighter than before. Because tomorrow is a new day. Thank goodness!

Day 217

Today was a long one at work. We have a regulatory survey going on, which is always a nerve wracking situation. Throw in an emergent open heart surgery late in the day- and there's no way I'm getting out of there on time.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining. I love my job and have no problem with the fact that some days you get out on time- and some days you don't. Taking care of patients and their families who are facing the scariest part of their lives keeps things in perspective pretty well.

That being said, I knew that a workout was going to be out of the question this evening. Again- not complaining, but there was definitely a part of me that was a bit grumpy about it. I headed out towards my car and got a text from one of my girlfriends:

"We walking tonight?" 

This from the woman who a year ago felt guilty not watching her kids' entire practice in order to exercise. Not anymore- she has lost a bunch of weight since last season and is actually giving advice to other mom's out on the field!

I responded that I was just now headed to practice, which had already started, and would have to bow out for tonight. Then I "harrumph"ed and got into my car.

Our kids practice at the local middle school, and the parking lot is literally probably a half-mile from the actual area where they practice. So I figured I'd at least get a little walk in, as I headed towards our boys in black. 

It took me at least twenty minutes to get there. Why? Because I stopped and got stopped along the way. My first interaction was with my husband, who was talking with friends from another team. When I asked him why he was over there, he responded that he had been running on the track and just stopped by. He also told me how far he had ran- "I'm getting better!" he proudly said.

Another mom on that team was one I had stopped to talk to yesterday, telling her I had noticed her out on the track and she was kicking butt. She grinned from ear to ear and announced she had run 2.9 miles- the longest she had ever done. She has a goal to run her first straight 5K in September.

I rounded the bend to our practice field and waved to one of the moms on our own sideline. She had asked me at the end of practice yesterday if I ran or walked every day and if she could join me. "Did you walk today? Sorry I totally jipped you- got stuck at work late."

Another grin- "I actually ran some!" she said. I gave her a high-five and promised to get out with her later this week. "You were my inspiration to go do it!" she said. 

Huh. I'll be damned.

When I was on the track yesterday, I got passed by a friend who is an avid walker, but I have never seen run. She jogged right past me, looking great in her pink outfit (and matching pink running shoes. Yes, I notice things like that...), and I let out a whoop- "Look at you! You go girl!!" She beamed despite the sweat rolling down her face, and kept on trucking.

So as I started to think about the last couple days, I realized that I got just about the same dopamine rush hearing, seeing, and thinking about these other women's successes as I did working out myself. Just with a lot less sweating. 

I finally made it to watch the last part of the 11-year old's practice, taking videos of him (much to his dismay) to review at home and learn from. When it was time to go home, I headed toward my car- still in my work uniform. I came across another mom who started towards me with- you guessed it- a grin on her face. She was in her workout gear, earbuds still in place. "I just ran my fastest 5K and mile ever!!!" she exclaimed. 

Another high five. We talked for a minute about how weight training has helped decrease her time, and the rush she felt when her phone app told her what her time was in her ear. You go girl.

Or make that girls...plural. I walked the rest of way to my car with my own grin on my face. 

I started out the evening upset about being late to football practice. It ended up being a much better evening than I anticipated. So today's pic represents what this project has been all about- finding the positive in the negative. It also represents the positive energy generated from boosting and encouraging each other to be healthier. Keep it up girls!

Day 216

We are only in our second week of football for the 11-year old, and I already feel like my world has been turned upside down.

Practice five nights a week from 6-8. Which is fine and absolutely needed, but hectic as all hell.

I work Monday thru Friday. So that means I get up in the morning and rush to work so that I can get off a little early for football practice. Then I rush from work to get the 11-year old at summer camp. Rush home only to feed him an unhealthy dinner and change clothes, then rush back out to the football field.

Even after practice, it's rush home and shower, get ready for bed, pack lunches and find clean clothes for the next day.

Now find time to fit in a 1-2 hour workout, laundry, dishes, walking the dogs, etc and what do you get?

Microwaveable macaroni and cheese for dinner. That's what you get.

My son asked me today why there was only a sandwich and pretzels in his lunch today. I reminded him that his father packed his lunch today, but the truth is we were out of water bottles, fruit, and cookies anyway so I can't really give him too much grief.

So, I added one more section of rushing to my evening. After dropping him off and walking him to the field, I rushed back to my car and drove to the grocery. I raced around the store, grabbing supplies for lunches and toilet paper. Because let's face it- that's the one thing you don't want to run out of at home and at this rate there was a good chance we were running low....

After practice, we rushed home. And as he took a shower, I started to put the groceries away. I know it may sound stupid, but putting away those groceries and knowing that I at least had a good healthy lunch for him the rest of the week decreased my stress level quite a bit. Plus I got to make a list when I went- that always makes me feel better...

Today's pic represents the chaos of kid-raising, and how bread and bananas, and knowing that you aren't going to run out of toilet paper, can calm the storm. Now I'm off to run the dishwasher so that we actually have clean dishes to eat from tomorrow. Hey- there's nothing wrong with rinsing out a cereal bowl and using it twice....

Day 215

Today I got brave and rode my bike on the road instead of the bike path. With no particular destination in mind, I set off north towards the outskirts of town.

Now, you would think that the "outskirts of town" wouldn't have much traffic. At least that's what I thought.

I thought wrong.

Admittedly, I did decide to ride just as church was letting out, and I passed by at least one emptying it;s parking lot in the first leg of my journey. But jeez, you'd think people who just went to church would be more patient and understanding to someone trying her darndest to stay as far over on the road as possible...

I took a right turn heading east, hoping to steer away from the bulk of drivers. And although I hadn't been out that way in quite a while, I was fairly certain I knew where I was going.

Wrong again.

I had enjoyed this leg of the ride, the weather being perfect and the farms I passed were in all their glory. But then suddenly I was at a juncture I recognized and knew was definitely not anywhere close to where I thought I had been  headed...

Ten years ago, this would have been a panic moment. There I was, in the middle of the country, and of course now there wasn't a freaking car to be seen. But all I had to do was pull my phone from my pack and hit the "maps" app.

How did we survive before this? I bet my 11-year old doesn't have a clue how to read a real, paper map. I don't even know if we own one anymore. But my phone was able to not only tell me exactly where I was through it's built in GPS- it could also show me how to get home.

I took advantage of the pit stop and fueled up with my power gel, then hit the road again for the ride home. It was full of more beautiful countryside, and the time really did seem to speed by. I could get used to that.

Today's pic celebrates GPS and how modern technology has helped so many of us who struggle with maps and sense of direction.

Day 214

The weather this summer has just been crazy. But I'm not really complaining. I think we have only had our air conditioner on a total of 7 days all summer.

Warm days and cool nights. Awesome sleeping weather. 

Not so awesome swimming weather.

Tonight the 11-year old had his annual football swimming party. Which is great fun, except it is freezing outside. I am wearing a sweatshirt and have a towel over my legs.

But not the children. Oh no. They may be blue-lipped and shivering, but they are not getting out of the pool. 

And there have been some entertaining moments. Like when the life guards changed duty and the cute, tan girl lifeguard replaced the guy. Suddenly all movement from a group of 6th graders ceased. Then they started elbowing each other and looking over while giggling. It wasn't noticeable at all...

Hilarious. Reminded us moms of the scene in the movie Sandlot where the little boy fakes drowning so he can get "mouth to mouth" from the lifeguard...

Tonight's pic represents a child's ability to tolerate frigid waters in the name of fun, and the awkwardness of pre-teen hormones.

Day 213

If you haven't noticed by now, clutter stresses me out. 

At home, I am constantly moving from room to room, picking up what everyone else has laid down somewhere it doesn't belong. My husband is the worst about leaving stuff everywhere. I will come home from work and can tell what he has done all day simply by the clutter.

I call it "The Trail of Jim"...

It starts in the laundry room by the garage, where he takes off his work clothes or workout tshirt. Sometimes it makes it to the laundry basket...

Then on to the counter of the bar, where his keys, loose change, wallet, and anything he purchased that day lies.

The kitchen shows remnants of lunch and/or dinner- although I can't complain much about that because he does cook...

And on and on from the back hallway to the bathroom to the bedroom. I've learned to pick my battles though, and realize that although clutter bothers me it doesn't necessarily bother everyone else.

Although, of course, it should.

I fully admit though that my desk at work is a constant battle to get clutter-free. I keep my immediate work space very clean, and my piles of papers out of eyesight. Or else I would be stressing out about the clutter all the time and never get anything done.

My paper piles are relatively organized, with each having a purpose or destination. 

But they are still piles.

Today, I eliminated one. Most of it was filing, which is something my personality should enjoy but doesn't. 

It was ridiculous how happy I was to see my desk at last. But it is Friday, and I had told myself I could not go home until the job was done.

So today's pic celebrates a clean space on your desk that isn't from just pushing stuff around. Not that I've ever done t

hat....