Busy Busy

My (virtual) walls have been quiet lately -- too quiet!  They must be up to no good...

Meanwhile, I have been keeping very busy this summer, which has its perks and pitfalls.  There have been many beautiful weddings, sporting events, and weekends spent babysitting.  This and next month hold more adventures; more sporting events, a vacation to California (San Fran <3 ), a surprise (well, secret) mini-vacay with Nick, a half marathon, more weddings, and lots of work stuffed in between.  I wish there were more days in a weekend!

Once I feel more insightful/reflective/chatty, I will write more...until then I must continue on.  Oh, and a quote I found that I thought was wonderful (especially for me):

“There is nothing that wastes the body like worry, and one who has any faith in God should be ashamed to worry about anything whatsoever”

Failure Update

Just an update to let everyone know that I have sucessfully NOT completed anything on my Can List yet. Whoops!

For the sake of writing...

This blog post is sheer nonsense and it's sole purpose is to write something since I haven't blogged since April.  Update: Nephew JJ is wonderful, adorable and smart.  Work is busy, busy and busy.  Kitties are restless.  Days are hot. Nights are hot, too.  Family is wonderful, but too far away. Visits too few and far between.  Want a change, big plans, to live life like the late and great Ms. Elizabeth Taylor. (She was the magazine I grabbed at the gym yesterday) She LIVED, every day.

-Walls

Happiness is a baby squeezing your hand...

Can List

Lately it seems like everything in my life has been a moving target...deadlines at work jumping from one day to another, things still looming overhead (clothes in baskets, clean and dirty mingling, waiting to be folded or washed, thank-you cards sitting in a box, with their crisp black and cream curling damask design waiting to be written in and mailed off, to name a couple).  Should we have babies now? Should we wait and have babies in a couple years? Will we even be able to HAVE babies?  The baby thinking gets me thinking about all of the things I have not yet done in my life, that, selfishly or not, might not be possible with little ones to rear.  I have decided I need to create a Can List and start actively checking things off.  I call it a Can List instead of a Bucket List for a couple of reasons...besides the obvious reference to death (kicking the bucket, or kicking the can), I think that the word can has a much more positive connotation than something that you need when cleaning or throwing up.   It's likely that I CAN (haha!) complete some of these things while I have children, but they seem easier to accomplish before.

My Can List

• Run a half-marathon
• Travel outside of this country
• Write a little book about something
• Read at a poetry reading *snap snap*
• Hold an Iron Chef competition with friends
• Skydive
• Bake PERFECT cupcakes
• Drink wine and read Shakespeare
• Take up photography and become really, really good at it
• Learn kickboxing
• Sleep in until 11 AM, and then stay in bed if I want to, just watching movies (without guilt! The hard part!)
• Write a blog (consistently)
• Plan a wonderful, delightful, Alice in Wonderland-like party for friends
• Go to the Harry Potter Theme Park!
• Swim with manatees (because I hear it's AMAZING)
• Learn how to surf
• Learn how to snowboard, or even ski (I've only done that once and the results were not grand)
• Cook my husband amazing meals for a week straight! And not ones I've already made.
• Teach a kindergarten class
• Actually read the Bible
• Meet Lady Gaga

To be continued...

Ready for this...

day 2: sleepful days

Slow day. Bed most of the day. Food network on. Dreams in and out, food incorporated.  Made scrambled eggs. Canadian bacon. Toast.  More eggs. Bacon. Toast. Coffee.  Coffee. Pumpkin Spice creamer. Check news on Walker's bill.  Did some dishes. Cuddles and laughing with hubby.  Looked at wedding pictures. Now...time to grocery shop. Overall, good day.  Besides the overwhelming cloud shadowing the city this week, and the overwhelming clutter of our house.

--Walls