Pumpkin-Eating Deer


Funny story:  As I was getting ready for work this morning mister pulled open the curtains in the living room and gasped.  He was face-to-face with a deer who was trying to steal one of the little pie pumpkins we had put on the front porch for decorations.  As hubs pulled back the fabric on the curtains, the stealer was trying to get his teeth around the pumpkin stem.  Needless to say, both mister and the deer were shocked and surprised by the other, and only inches apart at the time. The deer broke first and ran away, taking his family with him.

After the initial shock wore off and we laughed about the incident, hubs threw the rotting pumpkins that remained on the porch out into the hay field so the whole deer tribe could enjoy them.  They’ve now become their treat. Last thing I want to do is invite the deer up onto the porch. Can you imagine?  They do crazy things and I do not want that kind of surprise when stepping out the door in the morning.

No thank you!

As for the pumpkin throwing:  Yeah, that guy I married, he’s got an arm on him. Whoa, those things just flew.  I think he could of played for the majors!

He could’ve been a contender!!


First World Problems

Under the heading “Are You Kidding Me?!”, this:

Textaphrenia: A disease found in teens, in which they have heard or felt a new text message vibration when there is no message.

It’s a real thing, people. Look it up!  Ugh!

Here is an example of real trouble:


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When have you been tempted to lament first world problems?  Couldn’t textaphrenia be cured by simply shutting one’s cell phone off?


I was in Rochester this past weekend.  It was good to see the wee ones, but it was a lil cold, I thought.  Sleep was hard, as it always is on the living room couch.  Babes were up early, going, going, going all day long.

Were my boys that ambitious when they were that age? 

The kiddos have a cat. It yowls in the early morning hours and when I awaken it’s always perched on the back of the couch, with it’s tail hanging down, looking at me.  Staring right at me. It’s creepy. Rugan is a long-haired orange tiger, which means my clothes are COVERED with cat hair when I leave there. COVERED!!!  Ugh, I hate cat hair!!  I like the cat, but wish she didn’t shed soooooooooooooo veryyyyyyyyyyyyyy muchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Saturday was pretty much burned up with a trip to the mall, trying to get three iphones that were given to us connected to our network. Two had cracked screens that had to be mended before transferring our data to them.  Then there was that long wait at both Verizon and the Apple store.  Now we all had to re-learn the cell phone shuffle.

How in the world do these things work?!!

At one point we headed to the food court, because hey, if you’ve gotta wait you might as well eat too, right?  In reality, one of us wasn’t interested in food earlier, at lunch time, so he wanted to grab a bite while we waited.  Bad idea! I ordered something big and full of sugar (to share, to share).

I’ll admit, I was stressed and this treat is a love of mine, but this time it was a disappointment.  Not worth the calorie load!  I decided to let others enjoy this communal treat without me, while I got out my tablet from my purse and began writing.


Serenity Prayer said, I began a list with the header:


That we are here and this is taking too long.

That I cannot leave or go off on my own.

That others around me are moody, tired, cranky, and bored.

The conversation that others are having around me.

I then followed that up with another header:


My attitude and thought patterns.

My willingness to go along with the group.

My eating.

My spending.

Finally, I made a Gratitude List:

I’m thankful for these wee ones. They are precious and although they do have a lot of ants in their pants today, I’m glad for that, because it means they are healthy and vital.

I’m thankful for friends and family that support me in my efforts.  My mom is celebrating another birthday this week. I’m glad she is still with us!

I have a comfortable home I love, a car that runs, money in the bank, and a new challenge to live more simply. These all bring me joy. I’m thankful for each one.

I have this time to spend with the kiddos, and resources to get me here and back again.  And look, there is a coffee shop that’s serving decaf salted carmel java on ice for a discounted price today. Woohoo!  Gonna get me some o dat, right now!

When have you felt overwhelmed by an uncontrollable situation?  How often do you meditate or make lists that remind you how lucky you are?

Stuff, Be Gone!

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Starting two weeks ago, I have begun the process of culling from the house on the hill anything that is not functional, does not make our lives easier, or is not a symbol of joy in our home.

Granted, I’m beginning with my own “sickness”, but Mr has caught my fever already. He went through his clothes drawers and closet space and donated several pairs of jeans to the cause; perfectly good shorts, but items he has never or rarely worn.  Woohoo!


I made a discovery of the weekend.  I found out that part of my reason for getting jammed up in life may be due to the fact that I have wayyyy too many choices with regards to almost every aspect of my life.

Too many dishes to store.

Too many socks in my drawer.

Too many knick, and knacks, and things.

Too many trappings and traps!

Too many!!!

What was suggested to me is that having all this stuff in my life makes it hard for me to choose which stuff I want to use and which stuff I don’t. and that dynamic creates a cloud of indecision that hangs over my head, threatening, threatening, threatening to turn into a nasty thunder storm with lightning bursts at any moment.

It makes me fearful…of what will happen when the next shoe drops. Anxious. Weak!

Why, weak?

Because I cannot make up my mind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate that about me, but I think there’s hope on the horizon. Already, I’m feeling better about my living space and my ability to decide what I want to eat, wear, clean, and complete with each passing day.

I may even get that chair done I started last summer once the junk is cleared away.



I want a life that is better, balanced, and joyful, and I think I might be able to have it once I get rid of all the dead weight surrounding me.  I’m at least willing to try.

I have five boxes of gently used toys, books, blankets, and shoes sitting in my  living room, ready to go to Good Will, and that, after I already packed up four garbage bags and donated them last week.  I feel good about this new adventure and I’m ready to share it with you, my bloggin’ buddies.

Stay tuned to see how I make out with this new CHOICE in life.

About this, I am not undecided!  Not in the least!!

Have you ever considered living a minimalist lifestyle?  What is your super power?

Horse Sense


A stallion I’m not, but neither a nag.

No more harness.

No more whip.

No more bit in the mouth for this filly.

No more!

Now, I’m free to kick up my heels if I want to.

Free to race through the pasture, splitting the wind as I go.

Free to say what I want, whinny if I will, and blaze a new trail that leads where I want to go.


When have you gotten free of an entanglement you regretted? How long has it been since you ran against the wind?

I need a Joy Loan!

000great-joy-quotes-7Recently, I was introduced to Marie Kondo’s method for bringing joy into life by sending “stuff” out the door.  Kondo suggests that when you clean and de-clutter, you ask yourself this simple question with every item you touch: Does this bring me joy?  If whatever you are holding in your hand when you ask the question does not bring you joy, you throw it to the side and begin creating a pile of “stuff” that can be donated to Good Will or The Salvation Army, or some other worthy organization after your purge.

I tried Marie Kondo’s method recently, and I have to say this gal is onto something!  Following Kondo’s suggestion, I filled two plastic bags with gently used items, including one never-been-worn-red-killer sweater. Once I was done sorting my clothes, I quickly sent them to the Salvation Army for recycling.

It felt good to get all that stuff out of my dresser and closet, and into someone else’s hands.

It brought me JOY!

This coming weekend I’m hosting an event that is making me anxious.  I’m always anxious to one degree or another whenever I’m in any way asked to play the hostess, but this is an all-family event that depends on the weather for success, along with the mingling of several families, the planning of some entertainment for the kiddos, and coordinating food dishes and grilling options for the chow.

This shindig has many moving parts, so my anxiety levels are rising with each passing day.

Usually my habit for dealing with stress brought on by this kinda project would be to micro-manage the heck out of it, pulling other “willing participants” into the crazy, self-imposed vortex of darkness and gloom that would eventually brighten and become our family picnic.  Sounds like fun right? Something you’d want to get involved in, right?


In fact, hubs has been threatening for weeks now to leave early on picnic day and go fishing until after everyone has gone home. No chance of that. I intend to hide his truck keys the night before so he can’t slip away unnoticed.  I might also have to hide all of his shoes. Then again, Huck Finn went fishing without shoes, so maybe I need to re-think that part of the plan.

Anyway, this morning the question of whether or not this event and the way I was going about it brought me joy popped into my head.  The quick and definite answer was, no. Emphatically, No!  Something needs to change for me to get from hesitant (my current state of being surrounding this event), to joy.

As of this posting I have not figured out what that “something” might be, but I think I’m on the right path.  Maybe you have an idea??  If so, please say so in the comments below.

Right now, I’m looking for a JOY-loan. Can you help me out?

What makes your family events and all the details that go into organizing them joyful?  Are you ever hesitant when it comes to hosting events at your house?