Wait! I Gave That Away Too Soon…

I am the exact opposite of a hoarder. To a fault.

A few years back my husband (Tim) and my bonus son (Patrick) build me a shoe closet. I quite love it!

There are shelves and there are slots. I can fit 62 pairs of shoes, and 12 pairs of boots comfortably.  I do however have several slots that can (and do) house a few pairs of sandals or flats, which increases the net shoe capacity to approximately 82. But who’s counting you ask? Patrick. That’s who.

When the build out was complete, he had a “great idea!” that entails me having to never exceed this dedicated space.  In other words, if at full capacity, and I bring a new pair of shoes home –you guessed it – another pair has to leave.

By leave, that usually means it goes to Jasmine. If she takes a pass, my sister, my mom, my niece, and my godmother get a go at them, and if still no takers, off to the resale shop or Goodwill they go.

It’s the same pattern with clothes. Once my closet gets too tight, out some things go. Every time I change seasons in my closet, out some things go.  Bring in a few new sweaters, out a few sweaters go.
And once I get in the purge zone, all bets are off. I start tossing things aside like crazy. I have lived for years under the motto that if you haven’t worn/used this in the last year (UNLESS it is formal and for ultra- special occasions) out it goes.

purge

And it’s great. Until it’s not.

There have been numerous times when I am looking for something – where did that black dress go?
Did Jasmine take it and not ask permission? She SWEARS I gave it to her. I SWEAR I didn’t. GRRR.

Or better yet, I see something on my sister that looks darling. I gave it to her. Now I want it back. Why in the world did I give that away in the first place? GRRR.

indian giver

Home Décor, Jewelry, Makeup, anything that starts to build up – read: clutter – GONE! I can’t even take it when I can’t find something easily. If you use it, put it back where you found it, Tim. I mean, Jasmine. I mean EVERYONE! If you borrow something, return it. In a timely fashion. And for goodness sake, just take the few extra minutes to DO IT NOW.  You will be so glad you did. At least I WILL BE SO GLAD YOU DID. And well, you know the saying “If Mama aint happy, aint noboby happy!”

Which is a spoiler alert for a blog in the hopper on procrastinating. But I’m going to put that aside for right now. (Did you see what I did there?)

So go clean out a closet. Condense! Share! Donate! PURGE!  And don’t ask me for that sweater back when I’m rockin’ it this fall.

sweater fight
You Heard the Lady,
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How Do You Wrap Up Your Week?

It’s Friday. Fri-yay!

Which means, its the end of another busy week and while preparing for a family-filled weekend, I’m working through my list and getting closer to closing up shop.

friyay

Closing up the week, for me,  has including a long-standing ritual of sending thank you notes. Hand written cards of thanks, appreciation, gratitude. When I first heard this suggested by Jack Canfield 20 some years ago, he suggested at least 5 each week and I remembered thinking it would be a challenge to stay on top of that. It’s not. In fact, it’s a highlight of my week.  I love stationery, I love handwritten notes, I love reviewing my week, and I love saying thank you. (I don’t always love that I ran out of stamps again, but I’m grateful for the self service 24/7 machines at the post office. Who can I thank for THOSE?)

Which reminds me of a daily ritual Guinness (my big, adorable dog) and I have, and that is going to get the mail. It’s not really “going” since it’s really just at the end of the driveway, but it’s still a thing we do. And if your daily delivery is anything like ours, it is usually pretty unexciting.  Several company mailers – most with coupons! – and a random bill here and there.  Getting the mail really only gets exciting when it’s obvious there is a check enclosed, and/or when it’s a handwritten note or card!  I don’t know if the rest of the world loves the personal notes and cards like I do, but either way it’s okay. I enjoy the process of thinking them through, writing them out, and sending them off. It brings me joy, and allows me to spend more time in gratitude.

thankyous

So,  I’m closing out my week. I’m sending off my cards. I’m going to the mailbox with Guinness.  And, I’m happy.  Hope YOU are, as well.

You Heard the Lady,

XX

Better Late Than Never

Back in May, I started this little blog of mine, and vowed to publish one every Friday.

Today, it almost didn’t happen. But, I like to be true to my word – and although I doubted that anyone would have protested if their Friday edition didn’t arrive this week, I decided that I would make it happen. Late as it may be.

I’m learning alot these last few weeks.  About myself, and about others. Some people have surprised me in a good way, and others not so much. And others still remain steadfast and true, as they always do. And I’m grateful.

My friend Jenifer often reflects about her spiritual journey, and I listen in awe, as I remind myself that stabbing people is bad, and I have to wear pants.  I know I’ve grown during this stressful, trying and exhilarating week – and it’s not just from the Fritos, the lunch meetings and the cancelled walks with my friend Linda.  I’m growing because I’m stretching. I’m growing because I’m fighting. And I’m growing because I’m learning.

Sleep is overrated. Fritos are the bomb. And man, do I love my circle.
I promise I’ll be back to my old delighful self before long. Look out world!

You Heard the Lady,
XX

 

Get to the Point Already.

Ever take a Personality test?
In a career built on building relationships, I have.  Many times.

Today, my “D” was in full force.

Direct. Decisive. Determined.
FULL FORCE, people.

I got up EAAAAAAAAAAARLY.

I got shit done.

(And to those that I may have rushed off the phone, or to finish my haircut, or to also GET SHIT DONE, I am sorry.  I can be a handful. I know – but how great is it to be a “Handful That Gets Shit Done?!”)

Now, before I am tempted to add one more task to my plate, I am going to turn it off, step away, and join my “S” (Stable. Steady. Sweet) Husband, and my “AFHKLJGEGWHLERIUB” houseful of children and turn on my “I!!!!” (I did that on purpose, an “I” would TOTALLY use that many exclamation points!!!!)

(Read: Fun) / (Also read, “I” think I’ve earned it!).

Enjoy your weekend, all.
You Heard the Lady,

XX

“Looks Like I Picked the Wrong Week To Stop …” (Lloyd Bridges, Airplane)

Smoking. Drinking. Amphetamines. Sniffing Glue.  If you know the movie, you know the scene. Suffice it to say, he’s had a rough week.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GeI5ke0BENw

Me? Sniffing glue?? Naw, it’s been a FULL week. Changes, challenges and emotions galore, but I’m ever impressed by the kindness and tenacity of others, and the lessons that come out of the hard days.

Here are just a few of the pieces of advice, suggestions & thoughts I received during this less than pleasant week:

 Don’t Let Temporary Emotions Make Permanent Decisions.  Love this all the time

And it’s companion: Don’t Trust Your Tongue When Your Heart is Bitter.  Easier said than done, my friends(See last week’s post about SWEARING!)

Jasmine and I have a thing about butterflies.  It comes mainly from my friend Jana Stanfield’s song, BUTTERFLY.  This week I had butterflies showing up in random places. I had to say out loud “Okay, I see you. I get it.”

“Sitting alone on a hillside, confused about what to do
My choices where all complicated, it was time to think things through
Spotted a striped caterpillar, stretching her face to the sky
Dragging her cumbersome body an inch at a time
I was feeling the pain of slow progress, when a friend of hers fluttered by
I leaned close as the caterpillar spoke with a voice as soft as a sigh
She said…

Butterfly, please tell me again it’s gonna be alright
I can feel a change is coming
I can feel it in my skin
I can feel myself outgrowing
This life I’ve been living in
And I’m afraid, afraid of change
Butterfly, please tell me again I’m gonna be alright

I’m like my friend caterpillar, afraid of that dark cocoon
Wanting to hide in the tall grass, when change is coming soon
But all of the things we long for, are borne on the wings of change
And losses can lead us to blessings that we can’t explain
Butterflies remind us, there’s magic in every life
And we can become what we dream of, if fat, furry worms can fly!”

Listen here:   https://yhoo.it/2Ndem0R

And from my friend, Gunnar,  a new Mantra:

“When a changing wind blows, the weak build walls and hide while go getters go build windmills.”

Finally, the ever important reminder, from one of my husband’s favorite Go To’s:
“If We All Put Our Problems in the Middle of the Table, and Had to Pick One Out – We’d Pick Our Own Every Time.”  In other words, think about others who have it SO.MUCH.WORSE.

Yesterday we buried my uncle (my family reunion game & competition partner!) after his long, hard fight, and I got a call looking for help at the hospital for the sexual assault volunteer work that I do.  Sigh. SUCKS. SUCKS. SUCKS.

my partner

 

I’m tired. A little battered and bruised. But me and my windmills and butterflies are all good. I bet you are, too.

You Heard the Lady,

XX

You May Call Me Popeye

I Swear.

Like a sailor, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

I mean, I’m comfortable enough with my potty mouth to just let it rip around my friends, and family (sorry, Grandma!) but ever so careful to NOT drop an F-Bomb in a professional setting, or in a group I’m uncertain of.  So, IF I can and will show restraint on this, and give due consideration to when and where swearing is appropriate, then doesn’t that indicate a sense of guilt, or mere understanding that it just might be WRONG?  (Although I am always afraid I’m going to, and this haunts me!)  Stub my toe or slam my finger in a door and all bets are off, no matter who’s witnessing.

https://yhoo.it/2P0VTBO

I feel ya, Ralphie. 

To add fuel to the fire, there are two very different points of view on this, some say it makes you look uneducated and class-less. That if you choose to insert a choice expletive into a conversation, it is simply because you can’t otherwise articulate your point.  I’ve also read articles that claim that those who swear are actually highly intelligent.  (See Huffington Post article dated 9/2016) Obviously, I quite like to believe the Huffington Post.

A good curse word accentuates your point.  It lets your subjects know that you are feeling “more than” angry at the current situation, “So xxxxing annoyed!” Most certainly not always a negative.  Take for example the insertion of cussing while sharing how “uber” happy you are about something. “So xxxxing excited!”

swear word

Which says nothing about the recent “AF” acronym.  It just fits. Everywhere.

As far as young children swearing – nothing like a good “Fuckin’ Chucky!” video to get my giggle on. My husband would refer to that as my “immature, Will Ferrell sense of humor.”

I think you all know what I’d have to say about that!

swear

(LMFAO)

You Heard the Lady,

XX

(And for those of you that follow my blog (thank you!) you’ll notice that this is the natural sequel to last week’s topic.)

The WORST F Word

I know what you are thinking, it’s a four letter word, it starts with a CAPITAL F and it would appear that the lady doesn’t like it … it can only be … F*&!

You may be surprised to learn that my least favorite F word, is … FINE.

To me, it’s a lazy man’s word – one when you just.don’t.care enough to give any energy to choosing a better descriptor.

That said, as I was settling in to write this week’s blog, I decided to look it up, (this is after all an official blog, and should be taken quite seriously!) Suffice it to say, that Merriam Webster blew my mind:

fine

/fīn/

adjective

superior in kind, quality, or appearance excellent

  • fine job
  • a fine day
  • fine wines

It makes sense as I read it here, but never (I repeat, NEVER) sounds this way when my husband uses it in any sentence.

”How was your day?” “Fine.”  

“How was your lunch?” “Fine.”

“How’s your knee?” “Fine.”

NONE of those “fines” feel “superior in kind” or “excellent” in any way.

They in fact, feel inconsequential. It’s like a “non-adjective.” In its place you might as well say “Look, I don’t care enough about the topic to have a discussion about it, so let’s just leave it at fine.” OR “It wasn’t great, and it wasn’t horrible – let’s just call it plain mediocre.”

What do I want to hear?
“It was epic! It was a disaster! It is better today than yesterday”
… give me something to go on here, please.

To ME, “fine” feels like a blow-off. And no one likes a blow-off, amiright?

I mean, there is even a phrase in which the word JUST lives before fine.  “Just fine” means “just okay” which again, I argue, is a far cry from excellent.

Disclaimer:  Unless of course, fine is used in the context of “Damn, Girl! You look FINE!” Which obviously is not mediocre, or the lease bit unimaginative.  In this case, you can use “the F Word” all you like!

So, while I am quite a fan of the “OTHER F word” – (shameless plug here for a swearing blog that is forthcoming), this is one F-bomb I could do without.

Who’s with me, people? Let’s get more creative & robust when choosing our adjectives.  The world will be a much better place, and that would be MORE THAN FINE, by me.
You Heard the Lady,

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