Happy Mother's Day

For Mother's Day, I quite literally wrote my mother a book!  Usually, she buys herself things from us.  She knows what she wants, and when my brother and I were younger, instead of Dad getting her something from the kids, she would just get something she liked.  It was easier that way.  It just never stopped when we were "old enough" to get her something ourselves.

I hate buying her jewelry because she gets herself jewelry & we have completely opposite tastes so it is always a hit or miss.  Sometimes we get our nails done, go out to dinner, or see a show or something.  I wanted to physically give her something, though.  I love writing, so this write-your-mom-a-book idea seemed really cool.

Cool, indeed!  Writing this book was hard work, I tell you!  Some of the pages look like this:

Really?

...there are 40 more, some a little more helpful than the one above, and others just as open-ended.  I had fun doing it, but man did it take me a while!  I'm very glad to have finally given it to Mom because it has been riding along in my car with me (or my purse) so that when inspiration struck, I could frantically write things down in this deceptively small book.

Message of the Day:  Happy Mother's Day!

A Box a Day

I began this week a little overwhelmed.  I still don't know where half of the food I brought over went to, my clothes are in disarray, and I keep looking at the same stacks of boxes.  I have unpacked a total of one box since I moved in last week.

This week I plan on unpacking a box every day, no matter how small!  That should get me fully unpacked in about two weeks!  The theme of my week has been the tortoise and the hare; I'm usually the hare.  I imagine the hare gets burnt out rather quickly.  Being the tortoise is a much wiser path.

Message of the Day: Take Aesop's advice: Slow & steady wins the race.
...Or don't.  It won't change my reality.  Cheers!

All Moved In... Sort of

Well,  it's official.  I moved out of my old apartment.

I loved the space, but I could care less for the landlord or the drama surrounding the space, and I felt this huge weight lift off of my shoulders when I walked through to take this final photo.

Just because I released a ton of emotional baggage doesn't mean that I didn't have lead attached to my physical body, though.  Walking up and down stairs for two days straight with heavy boxes was a little too intense for my freshly healed Achilles.  Apparently it hadn't healed as well as I thought, and it got quite angry with me.

I am SO blessed to have the friends and family that I have.  They really pitched in and helped me move.  By "helped," I mean I couldn't have done it without them.  I didn't know it that morning, but I was on a steady decline throughout the day.  I began carrying lighter and lighter objects until I got some jolting pain.  When I started wincing and limping, my friends and family basically told me to sit down and take it easy while they unpacked the rest of my crap!

We filled a UHaul full of the contents of my apartment.  How did I accumulate that much STUFF?!?

Now, my adventure will be unpacking all of those boxes.  I feel so wonderful that I'm finally moved in, and I will share little tidbits of unpacking as it goes along, but I have loads of work to get done!

Message of the Day: Be a good friend to others; you never know when it may be you who needs the help of a friend.

...Or don't.  It won't change my reality.  Cheers!