Don’t Start With Me

I don’t like to start stuff.

In fact, this particular blog post took several hours and more than a couple cups of coffee to start.

I should probably also mention the two loaves of banana bread that are now cooling on my counter due to this particular bout of blogcrastination.

I don’t like to start stuff because Stuff inevitably snowballs into bigger Stuff and bigger Stuff makes my life difficult. If you avoid the actual Starting of Stuff from the very beginning, then you avoid the Problem altogether.

Take My Advice and Don’t Start:

- Cleaning out the fridge. Because you’ll then realize the freezer needs it too.

- Taking the car in for the check engine light. Because that’s how you’ll find out it has a massive exhaust leak.

- Taking a casual nature walk around a lake. Because when you’re halfway around you’ll find a map informing you that this particular lake is six miles in circumference.

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And these are just the things I started this week.

But I started one other thing too.

I finally took the first step on a project I’d built up in my mind as being huge! gigantic! and almost insurmountable! In doing so, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the first step was the hardest one.

The next step will be easy. The step after that will actually be fun and all the steps after that will fly by as if I’d broken into a run.

because walking is boring.

I’ll be sharing details about this exciting project once it gets off the ground, but in the meantime, I want to hear what kind of crazy surprises you’ve had lately. And please don’t tell me you have a massive exhaust leak too. My husband has already seen me cry once this week.

Makes Me Itchy Just Thinking About It

Son #2 found this prehistoric creature guarding the gate when he came home from school this week. He refused to come in as long as it was hovering so close to the latch.

The suspect is a long-legged something-or-other and he has been bullying my son for days. I took the following pictures as evidence.

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We have a strict no-bullying policy around here.

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The Bug Cops should be able to make a decent Wanted poster from this mugshot. If not, I guess I'll have to go buy a macro lens. I know what you're thinking, but it's for the children!

If you can identify the suspect, please put his name in the comments. Any help is appreciated.

Happy Saturday!

~Bobbi

The Boys of Fall

Because it’s Friday in Nebraska, we are getting ready for some football.

I’ll keep you posted if I find a day of the week when Nebraska’s not getting ready for some football.

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Put me in coach! (wrong sport, right sentiment)

I didn’t even know what the “boys of fall” were until last year.

Now I get it.

#99 might not see much playing time tonight, but I pray he knows how much that doesn’t matter. We are proud of him no matter what. These are the days…

these are the days

and the kids

and the colors

and the sounds

and the smells

and the feelings he’s going to remember forever.

I get it now. I just hope he does.

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Go Monarchs!

Ode to Borders

Oh Borders, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways…

1. You (or Barnes & Noble, I can never remember) were my first stop on every visit to the mall since childhood. Unless, of course, we had to go to the dumb mall that didn’t have a book store, then my first stop was Claire’s so I could pay homage to those funky dangly earrings I knew my mom would never let me wear.

2. You knew that: New books + Coffee = What Heaven Must Smell Like.

3. You never went digital, and while some say that may have been your downfall, I can respect that.

4. You never got mad at me for reading magazines for too long and never buying them.

5. You watched quietly while I wrangled my kids on and off the escalator to the children’s section where they would then hoard every single one of the Thomas the Tank Engine trains so no one else could play. God bless your little bookselling heart for not saying anything.

6. For a long time you kindly offered both cassettes and CDs. Echo and the Bunnymen thank you.

 

7. You had more than just books, but I was in it for the books … and the cool pens … and the journals I bought but never wrote in because they were too nice.

8. You always had the most compelling display of new fiction right by the front door. I fear for my reading future without your suggestions.

9. You drove me crazy with all those toys disguised as books in the children’s section, but I forgive you. Somehow my boys knew I couldn’t say no if there was a book involved and they are better readers for it.

10. You know how to have a sale. Thanks for the 30 – no, 40 – no, 50 – no, 60% off of just about everything this week. I love you like a fresh pedicure and will walk all over you at those prices. I mean that as a compliment.

Thank you, Borders. I’m sorry to see you go. There won’t be another like you.

~Bobbi

The Post where my dog and Lindsay Lohan have something in common

With all due respect to her work on The Parent Trap and Herbie Fully Loaded, I have to say I think my dog is Lindsay Lohan with bad breath.

No, she doesn’t have a problem with drugs and alcohol (that I know of), it’s just that, number one, she was definitely cuter when she was younger, and number two, when she spots a camera she runs in the other direction.

I may have mentioned something about her camera shyness here.

Has issues with paparazzi.

And with that, I humbly submit my entry in this week’s I Heart Faces Pet Challenge. Challenge is right.

I hope you had better luck.

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The Neighbors Think I’m Crazy

The picture I’m not going to show you today is the one my neighbor probably took of me on my knees, rumpus in the air, shooting this giant butterfly in the grass first thing this morning. It probably won’t be too hard to find on Facebook though.

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My own little butterfly. I will hug him and pat him and squeeze him and I will name him George.

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George posed for a long time. I guess nobody told him I don't pay my models.

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Maybe next time could you land in a tree?

Happy Monday!

~ Bobbi