Monday, June 26, 2017

YOU MIGHT BE AN OLD FART IF ....

Y'all.

I love social media!  I do.  Sadly, I like it so much, I am on it probably way more than I should be. I need to be more present in my own life and less in your alls.

But that is a post for another time.

Anywho ...

Social media has created a monster.

The monster has a name.

It's called The Over-Sharing Monster.

The stuff I've read on social media in the last few days.

I mean, decorum, people. Decorum!

I say some pretty stupid things on Facebook.  Usually, it's for a laugh ... or because my life is such a collective laugh.

I've been mean on Facebook.  I admit it. But I made a point a long time ago to be positive and upbeat, utilizing the Bambi Rule: If I have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all.

Some of among us?  Not so much!  Sheesh! Some of things people are posting....none of us need to know that stuff!  NONE OF US.

Y'all are putting people on blast. You're sharing your dirty laundry.  You're updating me on personal stuff. You're showing pictures that make me cringe.

I like to keep up with my friends. In fact, I usually only keep FRIENDS as friends. I live far away from my family and friends.  Facebook allows me to keep tabs on all y'all.

But keeping tabs doesn't mean I want to know about absolutely EVERYTHING.

Don't mind me.  I'm just going to clip my toe nails while I nibble on my homemade brioche rolls while waxing ...

Grumpy, old woman, party of one.


HOME FROM VISITING HOME

I busted outta town just as soon as school was out.  Okay, maybe not AS SOON AS school was out.  In my infinite wisdom, I scheduled a dental appointment AND an allergist appointment the week after school as well as just having to deal with Closing Day activities.  However, as soon as I could, I packed up the car and the cat, and I busted a move to The Mitten State.

I needed room between me and this academic year.  I needed perspective.  I needed REST.

Y'all.  I LOVE my job.  I love every part of it.  But this was a hard year.  A good hard, but hard nonetheless.

At some point, I am going to work on school stuff.  However, right now?  Well, I needed to get out of town and re-calibrate.

So, I went home. I soaked up my parents' love and attention. I sat. I napped. I went to lunches and dinners.  I walked main street, and I sat on the deck and soaked up the sun.  I went to breakfast with a dear, sweet friend -- we picked up right where we left off (the beauty of sweet friends). I toured museums and beaches and wandered gift shops and junk shops and antique malls.

I hugged old friends and nodded at some enemies as well. 😁

It was good to be home.

Home is where the heart is ... home has nostalgia ... home has memories ... home has familiar scents and sights and sounds.

Home also provides perspective.

I remember years and years and years ago feeling like I was drowning ... like I was in a dead-end spot with no way out. I prayed for something different. I prayed for a new start. I had no idea how that was all going to happen, but I prayed for it. Then, without realizing, I was forced out, and I landed in Kentucky.

Eleven years later, this is home ... or my new home.  It's also where my heart is.  I have precious friends here, people who have adopted me into their families ... we've created new families ... I have a wonderful job that challenges me and frustrates me and fulfills me and makes me want to be a better person every single day.

It was a bittersweet day leaving Michigan.  It always is.  Yet, I was excited about getting home to Kentucky.

I am now rested and relaxed and ready to spend the summer, short as it is, recharging, doing things I want to do, digging into my hobbies, living in the moment, and just being.

I am home from visiting home.

It is always good to go home.

Saturday, June 03, 2017

HOMEMADE CHALLENGE

I am FINALLY seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and I'm pretty sure it isn't a train bearing down on me.  So, I am starting to think about summer, and the time I will now have available to me.  I do love my breaks ... recharging ... getting my priorities straight ... resting ... getting healthy again. 

I read recently about a blogger who decided to do a 100 Day Challenge of Homemade Meals. Not going to lie, I loved that idea! It takes time to do stuff homemade, but I know, academically, that homemade is much better for us all than pre-made, preservative-filled foods. The idea of a homemade challenge really appealed to me. 

However, I also know that I tend to work in extremes. I will attempt to tackle a 100 Day challenge (that would take me into mid-September), and, at the first moment I miss a day, I will throw up my hands and call it quits. 

Thus, my idea to do mini-goals. From today forward, I am beginning a 30-Day Homemade Meals Challenge.  For the next 30 days, I am going to try hard to make homemade meals ... breakfast, lunch, AND dinner!

Oy vey!  The planning involved in this one!

Now, there are going to be SOME processed items. I can't get rid of them completely:  Milk, some soups, .... 

However, I am going to work really hard to make foods that will possess more homemade elements than processed elements. 

I recognize there will be some times that I won't  be able to make meals (I'm going to an event this afternoon ... heading home to visit my family later on, but my mom pretty much makes every thing homemade, so no biggie there). The problem times I foresee will be whilst I'm traveling.

Nevertheless, this is something I can do.  This is something I HAVE to do. 

Soooooooo, here I go!  Homemade or bust!