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May 22, 2015

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Little Scrapper


Little Scrapper

Are you going to that scrapbook convention at the Renaissance Tulsa Convention Center next week? I’ve wanted to get into scrapbooking for years.  The scrapbooking trend that threatened to completely take over our free time 5 to 10 years ago has significantly faded.  (Will enough people even register for the convention for it to make a profit?.) Nonetheless, I still periodically lust over other people’s scrap work, wishing it were mine. I’ve got the pictures, I’ve got the paper, I’ve got the albums, and I’ve got at least some of the tools. I just got no skills. Maybe going to the scrapbook convention will help me get that. Skills, that is. Here’s what I really want to know.  How do you put those eyelets into paper? Someone....

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Check. Check. Fail.

A few things I want to update you on… particularly you who have stuck with me from the beginning of my periodic journal of the ups and downs and zigzags of parenting.Make that the ups and downs and zigzags of adulthood.No, better yet. The ups and downs and zigzags of taking responsibility.Anyhow. Here are updates on a few of the recurring themes of the dramas playing in my mind.On getting organized. This project is going extremely well. My organizing guru is a saint in my eyes, though I know it embarrasses her for me to say such things.It is truly amazing how much space I’ve been able to make in my thoughts since eliminating clutter in my home. It also helps that the church I attend has been focusing sermons on “cleaning up” lately – in both a...

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Baby Ambivalence?

I finished reading Rebecca Walker’s Baby Love: Choosing Motherhood After a Lifetime of Ambivalence this weekend. I picked the book up for one dollar off an outdoor sales rack at a big box bookstore. It was the title of course that caught my attention and sent thoughts and questions racing around my head about who this Rebecca Walker woman was and how on earth she could use the words “baby,” “motherhood,” and “ambivalence” in one place. And a very public place, at that! So though I was a bit nervous that the price and quality of the book would be directly correlated, out of all the books for pleasure I bought that day, this one-- basically on not being sure one is ready, willing, and able to have a baby—was the one I began (and finished) first. I am not going to...

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Hole Digger! That’s me.


Hole Digger! That’s me.

I’ve been playing with the idea of becoming a master gardener. “Playing with” is a deliberately chosen phrase here, because I currently have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. About a month or so ago, I decided to spruce up the area around my backyard patio with three beautiful plants a co-worker got for me. With a hand trowel, saw, and shovel, I started a day off from work early in the morning, digging holes. Well, I should say… trying to dig holes. That soil was so junked up with thick roots from bushes long gone, rocks, and clay that I couldn’t dig an inch without hitting something, followed by 10 minutes of sawing that something or banging it with the shovel until it popped out. I was at that for hours, folks. Hours! And when I finished the day, I was still...

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Who stole Spring?

Seriously, y'all. It is hot! In a previous post, I may have said something about enjoying Tulsa in the Spring. I should have added, "when we have a Spring, for those two weeks or so, it's really nice." I'm not trying to hate on Tulsa. I'm really not. I really want to love on Tulsa. I really really do. But on days like this, I really, really, really wish for an ocean. Who's with me?! Anyone??? -- Perhaps we can go halves on a vacation rental in Perfect Weather Place, USA.

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