One Bad Cycle

My family is in one of those cycles - you know the one, ‘Hurry Up and Wait’ aka ‘everything is an emergency’.  I’m a firm believer that for the most part, proper planning can reduce this kind of mode but right now I’ve lost all control. 

We are selling a house and getting work done on our new house among other things.  These things should be easier than they are but everything tends to turn into a challenge. 

Don’t worry I’m not looking for sympathy but it is funny how life works in cycles.  My cycles tend to include: all is calm, sickness, boring ole routine, busy-busy.

This ‘emergency’ cycle (combined with sickness) serves as a reminder that things could always be worse. Either that or now that the Ides of March have passed perhaps we'll welcome a new cycle?

What kind of cycle are you in?

Happy Happy....

Today TV’s Take is 2!  Happy Bday Blog!

During these two years I’ve ‘met’ some great people while I’ve expressed many many thoughts. 

A sincere thank you for reading and participating in the multitude of questions posed here.  I learn from your responses and so appreciate all of your perspectives.

Like many of you; it’s incredibly cathartic to write out my thoughts and sometimes I find this is the only place I can accurately express how I’m feeling. 

Thank you again for making these past 2 years so worth it!  

So.... go eat some cake or enjoy a glass of wine to help me celebrate :-) 

Cleaning the Clutter

Recently, we had a play date at a friend’s new home.  It is a beautiful home.  She always warned me that she didn’t like clutter but after seeing her home I had to laugh as there wasn’t an item of clutter to be found.  Nada. Zip. Zilch.

Fifteen minutes later I entered my house.  Upon entrance I saw my many piles of clutter.  My kind of clutter is just procrastination.  Papers and things I either don’t want to deal with or I am not really sure where to stash them.  (Note: I can't stand the other kind of clutter, you know too many knick knacks and trinkets).  Anyway I started to clear some of my usual clutter hangouts and while I dislike the process, the outcome is so worth it.  Clean and neat.  Then I came full circle with a laugh and wondered how I allowed those piles to even start growing - and how long it will take me to 'grow my piles' again. 

How about you; do you clutter your space?

That ‘I’m Gaining Weight’ Feeling

Oh Boy! You know that feeling when your jeans just start to feel tight and your stomach isn’t as flat as it was 1 short week ago? 


Yeah that just happened to me.



Not Actually Me

This post isn’t about why or how this happens but the sinking feeling when that realization hits you; “OMG I’m Gaining Weight!”  It’s scary, frustrating, worrisome, maddening, confusing and harried. 

I like to think it was the recent wash but between us, I know better.  I also know that if my diet/exercise doesn’t get back in gear ASAP that those newly tight jeans won’t fit much longer – at all. 

I’m happy to report I think my jeans are starting to fit normal again but phew that was close J

What’s your reaction when that happens? 

On an even more positive note, what’s your reaction when those same jeans get baggy as a result of a good diet? 

Life Is About How Much We Share

While watching a trailer for some movie I heard the line, “Life is about how much you share.”  To me that statement was profound. 

I have a few friends that don’t share much of their inner feelings and I wonder do they know what their missing? If we withhold then friends withhold and we’ll miss those magical moments of true friendship. 

If I don’t share abundant love with my daughter she won’t know that feeling and security of absolute love. If I fail, she will have a hard time giving and receiving love. 

If people of wealth aren’t charitable they'll never know the feeling of helping so many in such need.

If we don’t share our knowledge, support and love we will rarely get it in return. 

I’m going to assess how much I share because at the end of the day giving it all we’ve got is what counts.

How about you, ‘do you share’? 

A Realization About My Age vs Shopping

I’ve come to the realization I can’t shop in certain stores anymore because I am of a certain age.  It’s true.  Stores like Forever 21 and the junior section at Macys are just too young. Truthfully I have not shopped in these stores since my mid 20’s but now that I’m in my mid 30’s+, there is almost this invisible line that says 'your not young enough to shop here'.  I mean the girls working in these stores could theoretically be my daughters. 

For the record I’m happy to shop at J. Crew, Anthro and Banana but the line about crossing into the Junior stores has been drawn. And hey, if I get an urge to cross over into one of the Junior stores I’ll just shop their jewelry.

Has your taste or shopping freedoms changed with age? 

Friend or Foe?

During a recent gathering I listened to someone talk about how they couldn’t stand one of their old friends but they still felt obligated to hang out with them.  Generally I do not spend time with people I don’t enjoy so seeing someone voluntarily spend time with a so called friend makes me question their motives.  Are they doing it to appear to be a good friend?  Are they hanging out with said friend just so they can talk negatively behind their back?  Are they just crazy passive aggressive?    

Many have those token friends that we are friends with because the friendship has lasted years and years.  We also have a choice to simply spend time with these kinds of friends without throwing them under the bus.

The truth is I would feel awful if someone hated spending time with me but continued to do so because they felt obligated. 

What are your thoughts?

Seriously Not Serious

When things get too serious for too long I have this habit – I joke about the situation.  I realize this may not always bode well with various acquaintances but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

Don’t get me wrong, I can be serious when the situation calls for it but to me (and most of my family) there is nothing better than a good laugh after a hard cry.  A good laugh can break the tension and it can help change the subject when there is nothing left to be said. 

Call it a coping mechanism from waaaay back; it’s a mode of survival for me today. 

Is it just me or have we lost our goofiness?  Why do so many feel the need to be sooo serious?