“Thank God It’s Friday” Brain Dump

I can’t believe it’s been a week since the last one. I’m terrible at writing every day. I’ve been so busy this past week, that I didn’t believe my phone when it said it was Friday. Today I made “Elf Yourself” videos instead of cleaning and baking. (I tried to post them in this BDF, but it wouldn’t work. You can view them on Facebook if we’re friends) Now that’s over, and I can’t think of anything fun to do, so I’m going to have to go clean and bake. We haven’t decorated the tree yet. All of our tree lights are at the church for the prayer walk I helped decorate, and the lights go one the tree first. I want to do a theme tree this year…just colors…and the kids will want their ornaments on the tree. I will very likely give in and give them the tree again. Next year maybe we’ll have two trees. This weekend is going to be the busiest weekend of them all. Four Christmas parties to go to, a Christmas program, another couple hours of hosting the prayer walk… I hadn’t planned on working much this month, and so, over the last couple of months, I committed to several other things. Personal things. Things that keep me in the loop with friends. Things that remind me that there’s a whole world out there…outside of work. Then I find myself getting pressure from on high to sell more, and now I’m so busy, I can’t find the time. I need to get at least one more show in this month. The sad part is, I’ve been enjoying this time away from it. I will be ready to get back to it when the time is right, but, for once, I’m really enjoying the holidays, and I don’t want to work. I’ll work later. This is the first Christmas I’ve really enjoyed in a long time. I have the time to do stuff I want to do, and I’m not too tired to do it. I really do love working for myself. I have to remember that no matter how much pressure there is from those above me, that I do work for myself. I work when I want to. I do what I want to. It’s my business. I am sad today about what happened in Connecticut. It throws me right back to the awful Tuesday when Jessup was in his first week of Kindergarten and the Twin Towers went down. I wanted more than anything to run to his school and grab him, hold him tight in my arms, and never let go. He was five years old, and so little. I cannot imagine what those parents are going through. Someone posted on Facebook today that this is why they homeschool. This? Really? A one in a bazillion chance that something like this could happen, and this is why you homeschool? There are far better reasons to homeschool, and if you’re keeping your kids out of school because you’re too afraid to let them go, then you need to re-evaluate. You’re going to raise fearful children. Mine are aware, not afraid. We don’t homeschool because, for many reasons, it wasn’t right for us. There are things I would definitely change about the education system, even in small-town Iowa, but over-all it’s a decent education. We fill in the gaps as needed. We did homeschool for a while. It was very necessary for a time, and then it became very clear that it was time to stop. Both kids are better for it. So am I, for that matter. I started writing this around 10am, and found myself glued to the TV for far too long watching the news. I just kept getting sadder, so I finally stopped. I printed return address labels for Christmas cards instead. I also printed some gift tags. It’s now 3pm (I have done other stuff, too, not just print labels for 5 hours), and I still have to go clean and bake. I think I’m going to make my Daddy’s Christmas bread this year. Not today, but soon. I finally have my beautiful mixer…and I think it’s time to put it to the test. That is all.

 

Brain Dump Friday

I really don’t know what to say. I get to learn how to make a pie (the “perfect apple pie”) on Saturday. The funny thing is…I don’t much care for pie, and I don’t like apples. But Barry is very, very excited about me learning how to do this. I don’t even know where my rolling pin is. I had one. In all of our moves over the years, I fear it has gotten lost or been given away because I never thought I’d need it. Hmmm…maybe there are some things you should just keep. I’ve become one of those people who doesn’t snack. I have worked really hard to not mindlessly eat. Today, however, I’m on a time crunch, and I’ve been nibbling on caramel puff corn for an hour or so. This is not good. The caramel puff corn is very good, but the habit is not good. The habit is clearly not as broken as I thought it was. I’m still thinking about pie. I have a brand new Pampered Chef Stoneware Pie Plate for learning how to make a pie. And our new Pastry Blender. I finally get to use them tomorrow. I’m irritated that the Post Office won’t be open Monday. I have to mail something today (the time crunch) and if I don’t do it today, it won’t be delivered in time. I’m debating on whether or not to just wait. I may just mail out the few that I have, and wait on the rest. I am literally in the middle of four different things right now, and I stopped them all to write this. And I can’t think of anything to say. QUESTION: Is it “all of the sudden” or “all of a sudden”? I have not always wondered this. I saw it one way, and I think it’s the other way, but I’m not sure. Well, I’m sure I’m right in my own head, but I’m not sure that I’m right publicly. With that in mind, I’m not going to tell you which I think it is, I’m just going to throw that question out there. I always think it’s funny when people use words that aren’t words to talk. I wonder if it makes them feel smarter, seem more important, or if they actually think that’s a word. It’s a struggle for me not to giggle when they do it in front of me, so I’m thrilled when they do it on the internet…that way I can laugh and it’s not mean. It’s not mean. It’s not. Shut up. How much do people talk about work? I’m wondering if I do it an abnormal amount. I feel like I’m always saying something about it, and I’m not trying to, it’s just the main focus of my day. Isn’t it the main focus of other people’s days? Do other people talk about work a lot and I just don’t notice? Maybe people don’t notice when I talk about work. I feel like they do. I worry about weird things. I was going to try that writing thing for November…the NaNoWriMo. Then I looked into it. 50,000 words in 30 days means approximately 1,666.66667 words per day. That right there spooked me. I don’t like all those 6’s. Especially when they’re together like that. So I got over that and realized the today is the 9th. That means I only have 22 days, including today, for a total of 2,272.72727 words per day. I also read in the rules (yes, I’m a rule reader-that should not shock you) that you can’t use work you’ve already written. Here’s where I get whiney… But I already have over 6,000 words…waaaaaah…that means that I could just write 1,993.90909 words per day (Seriously…does nothing go into 50,000 evenly???) and I’d be done in time…waaaaaaaah. Two more bits of fun…I don’t have another idea for a book, and I don’t have that much time. Also, once I get started writing, it’s really hard for me to stop. There’s a reason why some writers go to a secluded cabin to write and have no human contact. Getting myself to a cabin would be challenging. I don’t have one of my own (it would be SO cool of I did), and even if I could borrow one or rent one, I can’t because I have a strange fear of being murdered in the woods, and I spook easily. Did you not notice that with my thing about 6’s? If I can hardly look at the number six in my office, how on earth would I go to a cabin alone? But, if I could get over my fear, once I got there, I could totally do it. If I only had a computer, and no internet. If I had internet, I’d be in big trouble. Because there’s Facebook. And Pinterest. And other things I can’t think of right now. Like a phone. I’d need one to call 911 when someone tries to murder me in the woods. What if 911 doesn’t work out there? What if there’s no internet? I mean there couldn’t be for my computer, but what about my phone? How long could I live without Draw Something? Words with Friends? SongPop? That logo game I recently downloaded that I’m determined not to cheat on, but am stuck with logos I don’t know?  Anyway, I’m still undecided. It’s a little late to be undecided, but I still am. I really don’t see how I could do it, unless I used what I already have. Sorry this was boring. More sorry that I started another sentence with “but”. Two of them. And one or two with “and”. Plus that one. I do know better. I promise. Oh well. That is all.

Brain Dump Friday

This is the 13th Brain Dump I’ve done…although I think it’s only the 13th with no extra to the title…so it’s technically not the 13th, but it is. So if it just says “Brain Dump Friday”, then it’s number 13, but if there’s anything added to it, like “blah blah blah Edition”, then it’s not the 13th. I have more argyle socks than I have polka dot socks. Does this mean I actually like argyle more than polka dots? GASP! NO! It just means that there are less polka dot socks to choose from. Or that I’m pickier with dots than I am with other styles. I can’t like argyle more because then I’d have to re-do my mixer, and that would be so much work. Can you imagine argyle-ing a mixer? That would be really hard. I could do it. I just don’t want to. My small wallet matches my mixer. I wonder if I can find socks to match it. Then I’d have “baking socks”. I dreamt about what’s going to be happening on Saturday night. It went well. I hope that’s a good sign. I was reminded this week that no matter how well you think you know your kids, you don’t. Not necessarily in a bad way. But for every thing that they tell you, there’s a lot more under the surface. They really are capable of showing you only what they want to show you. (Which means they just turned out like you-scary!) There’s this whole life they live inside their heads, just like we do, where they aren’t who you think they are. Where they are scared, or angry, or hurt, and there’s nothing you can do about it unless they tell you, and if they choose not to tell you, then you are left feeling helpless. You are left standing…begging to help them. They may or may not let you help them, and it scares you because you wonder, if they are so young and already broken in some way, is it your fault? Is it something you did? Didn’t do? Did you ignore or miss something? Are you doing something that you aren’t even aware of? The older they get the scarier it is…IMO. I really struggled with this on Wednesday. It was a bad, bad day. I have a brand new label maker (inherited) and no batteries to make it run. I can only imagine all the fun I might have with a label maker…and yet it just sits. Waiting for batteries. This blog had 23 views on my busiest day. Considering no one reads this nonsense, that’s pretty good. It means that 23 people accidentally stumbled upon this blog. They probably looked around and found all the cobwebs that gather here when it’s not Friday, and bailed. I should write more. I have a couple things I’ve been wanting to write about, but between the hysterical sobbing on Wednesday, and the migraine I’ve been fighting since then, not to mention the busy-ness of life, I haven’t done it yet. Right this minute, I can’t even remember what it was I wanted to write about. I thought about live-blogging cleaning out my desk, but that would probably ensure that I don’t ever have 23 readers again. If you saw my calendar for this past week, you’d probably pass out. Speaking of passing out, I may not survive November 3rd. I’m just giving you fair warning so that you can enjoy these brain dumps while they last. November 2nd may be the last one. Why does “dreamt” sound like it has a “P” in it, but it doesn’t? I’ve said it lots of different ways, and every time I hear a “P”. I’m sorry you had to sit through this…That is all.

Brain Dump Friday

I have often wondered about eHarmony. If I signed up, and Barry signed up, would we be matched together? I’m afraid to find out. I thought it would be a fun experiment, until I (surprisingly) over-thought it. If it didn’t match us up, I’d probably never sleep again. I barely sleep now. I was going to make a treat for Bible Study tonight, but I still don’t have all the stuff. I never make a recipe the first time if I can’t get all the stuff-even if it’s a little thing. I’ll have to try it out on my family to see if it’s any good. I haven’t really ever had a sweet tooth, and I am beginning to think it’s completely gone. I’ve had a bag of Godiva Milk Salted Toffee Caramels on my desk for about 6 weeks now, and I haven’t touched it. Clearly this shows two things about me: I don’t clean off my desk often enough, and I should have gotten the dark chocolate something-or-others. Those would have been gone in a week or less. The bag is even a bit dusty. That’s just sad. They’re gonna take away my girl card any day now. I just looked at it (after I stopped choking on the dust) and four pieces is a serving. FOUR. And those four pieces are only 160 calories. Still…I don’t want them. Maybe I will bring them to Bible Study. Surely someone will want them. I’d rather have a steak. I painted my nails with a gold-ish glittery polish this morning, and with the sun shining in my window, it’s making them look all sparkly and pretty. It’s very distracting. I get stressed out shopping for school supplies, so this year the kids have to buy their own. I hope they can jump and roll out of the car as I drive by Target on my way to get a good steak.
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Baking…made better.

So.

I have this thing for polka dots. It’s not just that I like polka dots.

It’s more of an obsession.

I saw this pin on Pinterest, and I bought the dots immediately. (Even though I didn’t yet own a stand mixer.)

I’ve wanted one for years, and I knew that if I bought the dots, I’d have to finally break down and buy one. Otherwise, the money I spent on the dots would be wasted, because I’d never be able to figure out just the right thing to do with the dots. (I get overwhelmed easily)

Dave’s wife did it first, and sold me the dots, so all credit goes to her!

Here she is, the newest addition to my kitchen! Isn’t she just gorgeous???