Monday, January 4, 2010

Things I'd love to have someday...


Piano
Programmable coffee maker
Crop of tulips (I'm talking a thousand bulbs in our yard)
Canon 5D
Passport
Indoor grill
Housekeeper
Hammock
Portrait session with this photographer



A girl can dream, right?



First, I have to get these important (but not so fun) things:

Brush removed from our yard
Baseboards and House trim
Lawnmower
New Mattress
Flooring in our foyer and dining room



The Simple Woman's Daybook: January 4th






For Today... January 4, 2010

Outside my window... Bright sun, blue sky, bare branches. It's zero outside. That's negative 12 Celsius! Better start saving to pay our next heating bill; it's sure to be a doosey!

From the kitchen... With no husband around to impress this week, it'll be low maintenance meals for sure. Nacho chicken and rice wraps from the crock pot and BLT's with canned fruit are on this week's menu.

I am wearing... lots of layers. We all are around here in an effort to keep the head set a little lower.

From the Learning Rooms... It is my goal to have the semester sketched out today. Between Little Mister's preschool and my 5th and 6th grade class at church, I've been musing over more lesson plans than I'd like to see in a month! I'm trying to remind myself how catered my son's education is to his abilities and needs (and how much money I'm saving by not sending him to Catholic school yet).

I am creating... an organized filing system. I've filled one drawer of our filing cabinet and sorted through two old drawers. We have lots of paper to start fires with this week!

I am praying... for a great first week back to school. Today is the last day of Christmas break, but Big Sister is really excited to get back tomorrow.

Around the house... I'm trying a house cleaning calendar at the recommendation of this blog. It's only day 4, but so far I'm finding it very easy to keep up with the short list of chores each day.

One of my favorite things... the smell of a home with a fire burning

I am pondering these words... "Who begins too much accomplishes little." ~German Proverb

A few plans for the rest of the week... Back to school, back to the routine!

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you...


New Year's Eve, 11:58 PM. Big Sister (and Little Mister) hosting her very first sleepover.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Weekend Writing Prompt Experiment

To combat an extended writer's block, I've decided to use this site for a prompt once in a while; perhaps it will be a weekly occurrence. Random.org will generate a number for me, and I'll chose the prompt that occupied that slot on the website list.




Today's #: sixty. Write about the biggest lie you've ever told.

I probably would have never told my mother I wasn't a virgin had I not gotten pregnant. For that matter, no one would have known. It's not that I didn't have friends. I had lots of them, many close enough that we assumed we knew everything about each other. Loosing my virginity was a horrific experience for me, and living as a secret non-virgin was agony. I knew without a doubt that I was hell bound, that I had screwed up more severely than I ever would again, that I hated myself for letting my life play out the way it had. I didn't trust anyone with my secret for fear of it leaking. I didn't even venture to confession with my burden, not because I was too ashamed, but because I was honestly that scared of being found out. I'm not sure what I thought would happen if someone were to discover me. I think I feared embarrassment and the opinions that other people would hold of me. I didn't want my opinion of myself to be shared by anyone else.

My sweet baby girl saved me in more ways than she'll ever understand. Were it not for her, I'm sure I'd still be carrying around my secret. Instead, that weight was lifted by her presence. The stress was replaced by the tumult of teenage motherhood, of a disaster marriage, of judgement from others of a different kind. Somehow none of that weight has ever been as heavy a load as the months that I spent hidden from everyone who loved me. Suddenly I had someone to stand up for, and in standing up for her, in being a better person for her, I found myself capable of standing up for myself too. It's funny how becoming a parent changes a person, changes relationships. Suddenly the standards I held for myself were raised because, after all, there was someone watching me now. Someone learning how to live her life by the way I lived mine.