Category Archives: Life in general

• My friend, Heidi, is having a baby today – so firstly, congrats to her! I’m super excited to meet her little guy! Though you gotta feel a little bad for him, the only boy with three sisters, but his future wife is going to be incredibly lucky because between his wonderful mama and sisters, he’ll be a fabulous husband – not to mention, I think her own husband will teach him a thing or twenty.
• I made The Pioneer Woman’s French Onion Soup on Sunday, I think I still smell onion coming out my pores, but oh is it so worth it (my apologies to everyone who has seen me in the last 48 hours); especially when served with homemade rosemary and sea salt croutons and grated Gruyère cheese. Oh, so good and so worth it.
• Simon had a man date with two friends to go to a Griffin’s hockey game… he adorably went to the bar nearly 45 minutes early to ensure they had a table to eat at (or perhaps to escape our house, I give it 50/50 odds between the two of those)
• I was not without girl time and got a chance to hang out with some of my college besties on Friday night: laughter, Mexican food, margaritas and carmelitas… all the best things.
• I had a rather hilarious moment after MOPS on Thursday (some people would say embarrassing, but I’m sticking with hilarious because I have my pride). Simon met me at church to pick up the boys (as he usually does so I can go back to work after MOPS) and when I got to my vehicle, I realized I still had the diaper bag on my shoulder. Simon had just backed out of the spot about 5 spaces down from me so I thought I could catch him and give him the bag (I thought wrong). So I start toward our minivan and he’s barely inching forward and I think he’s noticed me but then he keeps moving forward so I start running after him, yelling his name. This continued for a few parking space and then he sped off through the parking lot, leaving me in the proverbial dust. I would have never mentioned this but my friend, Keri, witnessed the whole thing and she was dying laughing as she walked toward where I was standing dejected in the parking lot. We both laughed so much we had tears running down our faces, causing another woman to ask if we were all right. Good times.
• I like taking Liam shopping with me; on Friday afternoon we went to Kohl’s and he raved so much about a jacket I tried on, I ended up buying it – everyone should have a cheering section while shopping for clothing, though it’s probably not very budget-friendly.
• I also got to hang out with my friend, Stef’s, three marvelous daughters last week and they were so sweet to me; it was a nice treat to see what life would have been like with girls. Plus, her littlest cuddling up on my lap caused Jack to display some jealous tendencies and he scooted in on the lap action as well.
• Speaking of Jack, one night last week he decided he didn’t want to sleep in his big boy bed for the rest of the night and he didn’t want to sleep with us, but instead he plopped his pillow pet down on the floor in our room and slept the rest of the night in front of the bathroom door. At least he was sleeping. We did throw him a blanket, we’re not heartless, after all.
• Jack has also decided he is over putting his pee in the potty. After a week of using the toilet non-stop and having dry diapers, the thrill of it all has worn off and even though he still tells people very seriously, “I’m potty training” he has zero desire to actually sit on the potty, no matter what the incentive. Fiddlesticks. At least he’s cute.
• If you want to be entertained by a little cross section of pop culture and blogging wonderfulness, please see this post by The Bloggess: You’re Ruining Nathan Fillion for Me, Nathan Fillion. Alternate title: But I forgive you (read the whole thing, don’t worry, I’ll wait)
• This is my current favorite song: Forever and Almost Always (Kate Voegele; yes, she was on One Tree Hill) I just love a good piano accompaniment.
  
• Liam nearly broke Simon’s heart on Sunday night when he exclaimed during the MSU/OSU basketball game, “I don’t care who wins… it just matters that they played a good game.” Simon said, “Well, we want MSU to win.” [Sadly, they did not; win or play a good game.]
• It’s Shamrock shake season. It’s also Girl Scout cookie season but I had the foresight not to order any… I’m saving myself for carmelitas.
• Liam’s super star of the week at school this week; this means we had actual homework over the weekend and I had to print photos for him to take to school to show how he’s grown from birth. He also got to bring the Franklin doll home for the weekend and draw a picture of Franklin’s time with us. Liam drew he and Franklin having a sleepover in his room, things he chose to highlight in his drawing: a box of legos, his bed, his keyboard, toys on his dresser, his pop top collection and his closet door. Love that kid.
• Messes Jack has created in the last week: lining all our pouch applesauces in the basement up on the basement stairs; leaving a pile of half-eaten pretzel carcases in the cup holder of my elliptical (they were pretzel + cheese sandwiches, but he only likes to lick out the cheese); overflowed the bathroom sink with soap, water and lotion; drew all over his face and plush angry bird with washable [I’m no dummy] marker; shredded two pages from his notebook and stuffing the pieces into an old phone case, calling it is money and wallet (I thought his was clever); every meal he’s eaten. [This list could also be called, things Jack has done while his mother was otherwise occupied.]
• I’m a little [read: ridiculously] excited for the Hunger Games movie to come out later this month!
• On my last post of randomness, I received the following spam comment: “Previously you’ve to have efficacious online income techniques to get you started across experiencing details good for an individual’s web-based business organisation. e-wallet” [how is it an effective use of anyone’s time to create a program that sends that comment to people’s blogs?]

• Does anyone else have words that they just love to use, my favorite right now is “trifecta” It’s a lot harder to work into conversation than you would think. I’m also a great fan of pseudo (someone I know used to mispronounce it as “suede-oh” which still makes me laugh).
• When Jack has to use the bathroom, he proudly announces, “I have some pee in me!” And when he tries but can’t go, he sadly says, “I miss my pee.” It’s cute. [Adorable, actually, because he has a slight lisp and says “mith my pee”]
• I went to a game night last weekend with a huge group of people and it was so fun but I had to do a round of Guesstures and that combined with a glass of wine made my heart about beat out of my chest and my hands were shaking for at least ten minutes afterwards – the adrenaline rush was a bit much for this girl; I don’t get a thrill from it at all. But I love, love, loved game night!
• I find it hilarious when my kids point out when they are being good (also a bit frustrating since I wish they would just be good ALL the time); both of them do it in the same sing-song voice I use to compliment then when they are doing something nice. “Aren’t we playing together nicely, mommy?” “See how I didn’t even hit my brother?” “Oh Jack, I see a mean face, we don’t like mean faces.” “Didn’t we go to bed so well last night, mommy?”
• I downloaded The Civil Wars album this last weekend because I had a $3 credit on Amazon so it was only $3 and it is on constant rotation at the moment. They have such a unique sound and the songs just make me so happy. My faves: “I’ve Got This Friend” and “To Whom it May Concern” and “Poison & Wine” [really all of them, including the instrumental – get the album now if you like music and are a girl – which is probably the bulk of the people reading this, except you, dad]
• We’ve been borrowing my parent’s Buick Rendezvous since our little tree incident that took out the Explorer; I feel like an imposter because I’m not retired while I’m driving the car but it sure is nice to be driving.
• My dad actually has a birthday next week – he’ll be 19, he’s a leap year “baby” I got great joy in being older than him when I was in high school.
• I stopped by Heidi’s house this week with my boys; she has three daughters and I was telling Liam this on the way (better to prepare him for having no boys to play with) and he was just a little disappointed but considering we didn’t once hear from the children while we were there, I’d say he had no problem playing with girls (Jack far prefers playing with the girls at daycare than the boys – his favorites are Ellery, Finnoula, Nora and Quin – I LOVE all those names). On the way home, Liam asked, can we have all those girls come over to our house sometime? Success.
• I’m highly entertained by celebrities on Twitter.
• My cell phone died, like without warning wouldn’t turn on Sunday morning. Stef hilariously pointed out that at least it wasn’t me who died in my sleep. So AT&T is sending me a new one since I’ve had the phone less than 6 months. What a pain. I of course miss texting since you always want what you can’t have. But it has led to me getting (and sending) a series of short emails that say “Pretend this is a text”
• Smashburger is pretty delicious; totally lives up to the hype. And if you sign up for their emails, you get a free burger (with the purchase of another one).
• Carrot Cake Clif Bars are okay, but decidedly not at all like eating an actual piece of carrot cake. I’m just saying.

Not sure what I’m going to write about… I have two thoughts swirling in my head, a post of randomness (because that is my forte) and a post about a letter I found this weekend while cleaning out a cupboard. Well, one letter in particular, because I also found a series of letters I wrote to God while I was in high school… oh the drama. Those letters made me laugh but have also got me wondering about what things I focus on now that don’t really matter. Per se.

In lieu of randomness, I’m going to talk about the letter. Ironically it was dated February 18, 1999 – 13 years ago from the day I read it. My junior year of college I was a resident assistant (RA) in one of the on-campus dorms. It was quite a year. The bulk of my dorm friends from freshman and sophomore years moved across campus to on-campus apartments while I moved to a different dorm to “be in charge” of another floor of freshman and sophomore girls. It was hard to not feel like I was missing out on what was going on with my friends but exciting to know I was having such a different experience, albeit a super intense one. Anyone who has been a part of an RA staff can sort of understand the intensity of the experience. You become very close to your staff because there is a small handful of you who are in the same boat in the dorm, set apart from everyone else because in theory, you are there to enforce the rules. The RA helps to set the tone for the floor and is at times there to be a wiser, slightly older shoulder to lean on (which is rather important to have when you are an 18- and 19-year old girl). I have always liked being a leader and my husband will tell you I can’t join things without getting fully involved; he often wonders why I can’t just go to something but instead end up on a committee or helping out in some way, we are very different in that manner. Being a doer is in my DNA. I thrive when I’m involved and draw energy from it, and honestly a sense of worth from being a part of things (not sure if that is good or bad, or just the way it is).

It made sense that I wanted to be an RA and that I ended up getting picked during the interview process because I was a good pick and I think I’m a fairly good interviewer when I’m on my game (ironically, I just started a small group with a woman who was a resident director [RD] at the time and was part of the team who interviewed me for the job; all these years later and we end up being friends). Despite the rightness for the task, I was always a little stressed during that year about whether or not I was doing a good job and whether or not the girls on my floor liked me – I might be an extrovert but I’m not without my insecurities. Shortly after the start of the second semester the dorm residents were given a survey to fill out about their RAs, and our bosses, the RDs, wrote us letters to give us with the survey results. I’d imagine the purpose of this exercise was to help us course correct if we were off-kilter and to give us a boost midway through the year if we were feeling burnt out. I remember opening the letter with a little fear but mostly excitement, because like anyone, I like reading objective things about myself and I really like reading thoughtful letters and I had a feeling this would be both of those things.

Here are a few things she said:

• [Your floor] sees you  as someone who is ready and willing to listen; accessible and easy and fun to talk to and someone who is very caring.
• [I had mentioned to her that I sometimes felt frustrated that people didn’t follow up with me when I had mentioned something was bothering me.] It’s sometimes hard to separate out the things that you would like a response to from the things that you just have a desire to share. But I want you to not just Feel but sincerely Be heard.
• My staff said I was compassionate and understanding, and a valuable and trustworthy friend. And one of the biggest encouragers and a great example to them. [It is still humbling to read those words and know that those people who I loved dearly felt the same way about me. It also makes me happy to think that I’m at least connected via Facebook with all of those people I was on staff with and am still good, current friends with some of them because there are not really words to describe how special they were to me at that stage in my life.]

Re-reading this letter over the weekend still brings up many of the same feelings in response. It was heart warming to read the kind words from the girls on my floor and my co-staff. The same insecurities rose to the surface looking at the results of the tests, still judging myself and thinking what I could be doing better, despite the positive results, I knew I wasn’t the best RA ever. (Nor was I the most militant since I never wrote a single person up the entire year.) But really it is just so nice to reflect back on the person I was and know that these are still things I value and like about myself now, though I do find it harder to be an encourager to others since gaining my three boys who need the bulk of my encouragement.

And my goodness does it make me laugh to read a line she wrote about someone else on staff saying “rounds are never quiet when you’re with Michelle” because I still talk, a lot, and Liam has inherited this gene. Poor kid, I completely understand how seemingly impossible it is to leave things unsaid and to always feel like you have something to contribute to the conversation. And I’m completely aware this isn’t always a welcome thing. I hope that Liam will also be gifted with enough empathy that he learns when to fight the urge to talk and just listen when someone comes to him needing a listening ear and shoulder to lean on. I’m still learning and battling the desire to open my mouth. One thing this blog has given me is an outlet for all those words, allowing me to be more quiet when I’m with people because I’ve put my words in this space (and thank you for reading them).

But what a gift that letter was to me then and I feel like it was a gift to me again to find it. It was such an encouragement to me at the time and I feel like God wanted me to be reminded of its contents because I can’t say I recalled a thing about that letter in at least 10 years. Seldom in life do we get a heartfelt letter that makes us feel truly known and heard; one that gives us a glimpse at who we were and helps us see it’s still who we are.