So Much Good Stuff

You guys! There is so much stuff going on! I had been feeling overwhelmed, but now I’m just feeling blessed. I’ve been going through the most recent online IF:Equip study on the Spiritual Disciplines and it’s been so magnificent. It has reminded me to slow down and lean into God instead of hyperventilating over my super long to-do list. Which I already knew, but sometimes you just need a different voice to remind you.  I even wrote this post for Renewing the Heart Ministries about what I’ve been discovering (or re-discovering and putting into practice.) I’m still struggling in certain areas – always will, no doubt – but they are called “practices” for a reason. So let me tell you all the good stuff!

First, Grace & Such has published our first in (hopefully) a very long line of devotionals. Ten of the writers (myself included) have contributed to 30 Days of Grace.   It is currently available through and will be available for Kindle sometime in the next month or so. I read through the book several times during the editing process and let me just tell you this. I was amazed at the wisdom and encouragement every single time I read each entry. I mean, I might be biased, but I really do think this is a lovely book. And it’s just in time for Mother’s Day! Both the title and the picture link to the Amazon store.

Next on the agenda, this Saturday, April 29th, is the Iron Sharpens Iron Conference for Women in the Reading area. (For those of you who grew up playing Monopoly but aren’t from around here, it’s pronounced “Redding”.) The ministry I’m involved with – Renewing the Heart Ministries (RTH) – is the sponsor so we’ve been planning and planning for months. We have two keynote speakers, a regular worship team, a mid-day concert and testimony by TAMMY TRENT, nine workshops in the morning and nine workshops in the afternoon, one of which I’ll be leading.

I am truly excited about this event, not to mention RTH in general. Because RTH doesn’t just put on a conference and then say, “See ya next year!” We provide resources and training and follow up and everything after the conference. We are, as our fearless leader, Diane Karchner, says, “boots on the ground” and we do much more than just host a conference once a year. Trust me when I say you’ll be hearing more about RTH. Much more.

So then, after the conference is four straight days of house cleaning because Todd’s parents will be here next Thursday. We haven’t seen them for what seems like forever and their timing is perfect because I am in desperate need of decorating help from his mom. She’s really good with colors and styles and such.

But they’re not coming to help me choose a paint color (though I’m planning on that being a bonus). They are coming because Katie graduates from college on the 6th of May. GRADUATES! FROM COLLEGE! Or camp.  Whichever way you want to look at it.

After graduation, Katie will come home for the week so she can hang out with her grandparents before they go back to California. Then she will go back down to Virginia to start her real, adult life. And I gotta tell ya. As much as I wish she would be closer to home, I can’t even be sad about it. I’m just happy for her.

On Sunday, May 14th, I am going to go to church and then come home and do nothing. I’m going to truly practice Sabbath. I will not have a to do list and will only do what I want to do. And while I’m looking forward to being able to breathe for a minute, I’m pretty sure I’ll be a little forlorn that all that good stuff is over. Until the next round of good stuff.


That Time the Basement Floor Was Saved and How it Almost Ruined Vacation

Last Friday afternoon found Todd and I watching the news in the basement due to a tornado warning. There was a funnel cloud, but thankfully it never touched down. All I could think of while we were down there was how much better it was to hunker down in a finished basement with a TV than piling up with blankets and pillows in the hallway, the only interior “room” in our Arkansas home.

Once the threat was over I headed back upstairs while Todd went to the unfinished side to check the sump pump and do other assorted manly things. He happened to notice some rust-colored water under the water heater and, upon further inspection, found a very slow leak.

This is where I tell you I’m so glad he found a slow leak and not a flooded basement.

This is also where I tell you how fortuitous it was he found the leak on a Friday, giving him the weekend to get a new one installed before we left for Maine on Monday morning.


  • Isn’t that lovely? If you click on it, you will be taken to Joyful Reflections Photography in Connecticut. So if you’re in CT and need a good photographer, you’re welcome.

Saturday morning he drove to Home Depot and purchased the new water heater and he and Taylor carried it from his truck to the basement. Todd had already made plans to help some friends move on Saturday, but since he had all day Sunday to work on the water heater it was no big deal. That night he turned down the heater so the water would be manageable to drain in the morning.

Sunday morning I was going to go to church and run some pre-vacation errands. As I was stumbling to the bathroom to start my ablution, I heard a thud! followed quickly by a grunt. Todd slipped on the stairs – thankfully near the bottom – and his feet went right out from under him, sending him back. He snapped his neck and hit his head on the way down. We’re pretty sure he got a mild concussion and most likely whiplash as well.

You know how the best treatment for a concussion and whiplash is rest? Yeah, well.

He continued down to the basement to start on the water heater and I decided I wasn’t leaving until I knew how he was doing. He started draining the unit –

This is where I tell you how convenient having a sump pump next to your water heater is. He just ran a hose from the unit to the sump pump and let it drain away.

– and as that was going on he unboxed the new water heater. It was covered with dents. Three huge dents and probably four decent sized dents. So he called Home Depot and they were kind enough to deliver another one and take the first one away.

Once the old one was drained, Todd and Taylor went to work exchanging the water heaters and hooking the new one up. Everything was going great.

This is where I tell you nothing can ever be easy. Ever.

Todd couldn’t get the pilot light ignited. He tried and tried and tried and finally gave up. Which meant we couldn’t leave this morning for Maine. Which is okay because we were only going to drive half way today and take our time tomorrow going the rest of the way.

So he got up and tried again this morning. Still nothing. He called Home Depot and they told him to call Rheem. He called Rheem and spoke with a really nice guy there who had him pretty much take the entire ignition compartment apart.  He checked the dumaflache and the whatchamacallit, but they were fine. The two of them brain stormed and trouble shot and voila! Success! I think the Rheem guy even offered Todd a job. It turned out the ignition thingamajiggy wasn’t close enough to the starter dealy. Surprisingly, I was NOT offered a job.

We could have left late morning or early afternoon and continued with our original, yet modified, plan, but decided to just call it a day. Besides, it was the day after the fall so Todd was even more sore today. So he took it easy. Being the supportive wife I am, I, too, took it easy.

At 2:00 when he said he was going to lay down on the couch for a little bit I said that I, too, would lay down on the love seat in solidarity. When he got up from his nap close to an hour later, I continued to encourage him from behind closed eyes (and the hood of my sweatshirt pulled up and over my head to cover said closed eyes) for another hour.

The best part of the day? Taking a luxuriously hot shower this evening. It was glorious.

This is the third time in a row that our plans to get away have been thwarted in some form or fashion. But this time we shall overcome! And Taylor shall have hot water while we’re gone.

On The Road To A Great 2015

Driving on an empty road to upcoming 20152015 is a big year with some huge milestones for me. In May I will celebrate 10 years as a cancer survivor and in November I’ll be a half a century old. My 40’s have not been at all what I had planned them to be. I’m fairly certain that if I didn’t have a reason to celebrate the 10 year surviversary things would have been much different. But nothing can be done about that so I’ll just go from here, making whatever changes I can to be who/what I want to be.

I started off my year by “retiring” from the preschool. June 5th will be my last day and while I know this was the right decision, it was a hard thing to do. I like my job and I adore my co-workers. But this job started out as a part time “something to do” a little over six years ago and it has morphed into a full time position for all intents and purposes. I am unable to do the things I need to do, the things I want to do and work with any type of proficiency. My job gets the vast majority of my efforts and everything else gets whatever is left.

Make no mistake. I fully understand just how fortunate I am to be able to make this decision and believe you me, I am very grateful! With all this new-found time I’ll have on my hands I will write books and clean my house and complete projects and cook more dinners and eat healthy and exercise and accompany Mr. Jenster on business trips and learn how to garden and go visit Katie at school on a whim and try yoga and volunteer more and go into Philly to meet Taylor for lunch and take more pictures and learn new things. I’ll have much more time to start making my somedays happen. Or maybe I’ll just read more. Who knows?

Mr. Jenster believes I’m leaving the working world so I can take care of him. I’m just going to let him believe that. It’s easier this way.


Good For The Soul

I’ve been stuck in a rut lately . You know how it is – every day you repeat the same task, the same function, the same drudgery . You are merely existing and not really living.

That’s just life and I see no help for it. At least not on a daily basis. But sometimes you just gotta get away from that existence and live a little. And that’s exactly what I’m doing this weekend.

I am in Cape May, right across the street from a quiet beach with five girlfriends. The kind of friends who will unashamedly make you pee your pants because they make you laugh so hard. They see you stand that certain way and know you’re just one zinger away from cursing your lack of Depends. Cruel women, and yet I adore them.

They’re also the kind of women who strive to know Jesus better. I think of them kind of like a soul trust – a brain trust for the spirit. The collective wisdom is staggering. I am so happy to be a leach to their oozing brilliance.

I love this very safe environment. We sometimes have opposing views about politics, church, books, fashionable hats and the like, but we love each other and we don’t waste time on such unimportant differences. The one thing we have in common is a very big, very awesome God. Well, that and a love of all things Outlander.

Some may say we should feel guilty about going away without our husbands, the other half of our whole group. And by “some” I mean our husbands. But I say I’m not into guilt so let’s make it up with a barbecue for the entire gang later this month and call it good.

This weekend is about recharging my batteries. It’s about getting away from the monotony of the every day and embracing this big, beautiful life. It’s about the peace that envelops me from gazing at a steel gray ocean and listening to pounding surf. It’s about tears with friends over a reenactment of the first Outlander episode or a real hurt that another is experiencing.

It’s about connecting. Connecting to each other and connecting to God.

It’s about disconnecting. Disconnecting from the stress of that daily life.

It’s about sitting on a balcony overlooking the beach and writing or reading. It’s about shopping and eating and coffee and wine and napping and sinking toes in the sand and breathing in the tangy air and just being.

It’s about living. And it’s good for my soul.




A Month At A Time


When I said “Join me after Thanksgiving for my next round of Holy Random Stories No One Cares About, Batman!” I was only joking. But look. Here it is, two days after Thanksgiving and the very last day in November. I really need to plan my time a little better.


If you were around last year you may remember I did an entire month of thankfulness. Being the clever girl I am, I called it NoThanks – short for November Thankfulness. I thought for sure it would catch on like wildfire and people would be hashtagging #nothanks and maybe we’d even see it on Good Morning America or the Ellen Degeneres show and it would be my ticket to stardom and then I could write a book and go on a book tour and eventually I would be able to buy the ice blue BMW Z4 I’ve always dreamed of, but I was wrong. 

Since it didn’t catch on and I didn’t have the motivation to blog every day of November, I Facebooked a thankfulness every day instead. It’s much easier. I can write one little sentence and nobody judges me. And the really clever part (that I didn’t even think of until right now) is that I can just repost all those Facebook statuses (statusi?) and BAM! It’s a blog post.

Day 1:

I’m thankful for an awesome husband.

Thank you, Todd, for kicking me out of the house this afternoon even though I hadn’t finished re-organizing the pantry and the kitchen was an even bigger wreck than it was before I started. My trip to Valley Forge with the beautiful, late afternoon sun to light the gorgeous scenery was exactly what I needed! However did you know?


VK collage

Day 2:

I am thankful for people who come over to my house and don’t judge me for the mess it is.

Day 3:

Thankful for getting to fall back this morning.

Day 4:

Thankful for the opportunity to teach a class about something that fascinates me to no end and thankful for the people in the class who indulge my craziness.

Day 5:

Day 6:

I forgot yesterday’s thankful post. So yesterday I was thankful for comfy flannel pants and warm, fuzzy socks. They made my icky, sicky day so much better.

Day 7:

I’m thankful for silly fun in the form of a Sound of Music sing along with friends. I’m feeling waaaay more normal than usual.

Day 8:

I’m thankful for lazy Friday afternoons with my bestie. — with Todd Thompson at The Thompson Homestead.

Day 9:

I don’t remember forgetting Day 9.

Day 10:

I’m thankful for friends who make me smile when I see them as I walk into church. And since church is the people and not the building, I love me some church.

Day 11:

Excuse the cliché, but I’m ever so thankful to all the military men and women for their service. Thank you!

Day 12:

Tonight I’m very thankful that Excedrin Migraine and a 20 minute power nap will usually work wonders.

Day 13:

I am thankful for photographs of my little loves (and the ability to scan said pictures). — with Katie Thompson and Taylor Thompson.

Kiddie Collage

Day 14:

I’m thankful for dinner out with good friends, one of which I don’t get to see nearly enough. Good food and great company!

Day 15:

I’m thankful for so many things I just can’t decide. So for today I’ll say I’m thankful I no longer have any gray hair.

Day 16:

I’m thankful for the opportunity to hang with some really great people a couple times a month so we can help each other do this Jesus thing.

Day 17:

I’m thankful for modern technology such as phone, email, Skype, and the like. It makes the distances of friends and family just a little bit closer and much more bearable.

Day 18:

Tonight I’m thankful I remembered to write something I’m thankful for before I fell asleep.

Day 19:

I am thankful for another birthday. ’nuff said.

Day 20:

I’m thankful for a warm and comfortable house.

Day 21:

Tonight I’m thankful to have my Katie home a day early!!

Day 22:

I’m thankful that my mom had a safe flight and I picked her up in Philly at midnight without a hitch!

Day 23:

Today I’m thankful that Taylor came home a day early as well. Now I have all my chicks in the nest as well as my mom. The only thing that would make it better would be if dad was here, too. Thankful for the care he receives and also for my sister and brother-in-law who are spending time with him this week while Mom is away.

Day 24:

I’m thankful for deep belly laughs!

Day 25:

I’m thankful for grace because I forgot to actually post on the 25th.

Day 26:

I’m thankful for adventures in the Big Apple with my girl and especially thankful that Oma could come along this time!

Day 27:

I’m thankful for puzzles and movies and time off work.

Day 28:

I’m thankful for delicious, traditional Thanksgiving dinner with my favorite people AND for someone else doing clean up.

Day 29:

Thankful that on this post-Thanksgiving day I don’t have anywhere I have to be. Thoroughly enjoying being lazy with my mom.

Day 30:

I’m thankful I managed 30 days of thankfulness AND I still have much more to be thankful for.

He Speaks!

About two weeks ago I had a texting conversation with Taylor. I told him we bought a new car and he asked when we would be driving it down south to see our son. We’d had a weekend trip planned in March and one in April, but they both came to naught and our next trip to see him is scheduled for May. (This is where I could have pointed out that maybe he should have come home for his Spring Break instead of staying in Lynchburg to work, but I didn’t.)

After our conversation I decided to look at the Lynchburg College Event Calendar, just to see if there was some fun filled family weekend coming up. I had barely begun to scroll through the list of events when the name “Taylor Thompson” jumped out at me.

Day: Monday, April 1, 2013

Time: 12 p.m.

Where: Memorial Ballroom

Event Details: Taylor Thompson ’14 and Laura Dupuy, Director of Lynchburg Neighborhood Development Corporation, will talk on “Homelessness in Lynchburg.”

So after more texting, phone calls and cashing in Hilton points, Todd and I had our plan to go watch Taylor. Sadly, Katie’s a senior and classes are “important” and she “can’t afford” to miss any. “Whatever.”

To say our Easter was different from any other would be an understatement. Todd and Katie and I went to first service, after which Todd came home and Katie went her way to serve and I went my way. Since it was such a last minute plan I didn’t have a replacement so I was there until 1:45. Todd picked me up with Wawa sandwiches for lunch and we said goodbye to Katie and then ditched her for Easter. (I realize my parenting skills and the status of my motherly soul have been suspect for a long time, but she did have Easter dinner with her best friend so she wasn’t completely alone.)

We pulled into Lynchburg around 8 and went straight to Taylor’s house. Todd had never been there so he got the grand tour while I pretended to be all cool and hip with the other students that were there, though I’m pretty sure my use of “cool” and “hip” gave me away. While there his girlfriend, Shelby, told us that she was defending her thesis on Monday afternoon if we wanted to come watch and we said, “YES!”

We were meeting Shelby in front of the college ballroom at 11:45 on Monday morning so we had some time to just do our thing. We breakfasted at Chick-Fil-A and then went to the shopping center across the street and I bought new shoes. While at breakfast Todd asked, “Why do you need new shoes? The shoes you’re wearing look fine.” Because he’s a man and really doesn’t know any better I was very patient with him and explained how my shoes were fall/winter-type shoes and I needed some spring shoes. That seemed to appease him, though I’m not sure he really got it. I find very few men understand the whole shoe thing. I’m not sure I really understand the whole shoe thing. I just know it as a primal need.

But I digress. After I changed into a new pair of shoes (I bought two pair because it was buy one, buy one half price and I know a good marketing ploy deal when I see one) we headed over to the college. Since I have a new car I don’t have my “Lynchburg Mom” decal anymore so we went straight to the bookstore. I bought a new decal and a package of band aids because the new shoes were rubbing on my heal the way new shoes are sometimes wont to do. Todd bought a new Lynchburg insulated tumbler and I think that’s all we got. That time.

Then it was time to go watch my boy do his thing. One word: Surreal. There was a man and a woman who were talking to a room of about 200 college seniors and faculty about poverty, except the man was my son. My child. I was struck with so many thoughts as I watched him up there.

He appears so confident.

He only said “um” once.

He knows his subject matter well.

He’s really passionate about his subject matter.

He works very well with Laura (the other speaker and a mentor of his).

He doesn’t look like a little boy.

I’m so proud right now I might burst.

I have to hold it together so I don’t cause a scene and ruin everything.

Don’t you dare stand up and yell, “That’s my baby!”

Maybe I should have bought those khaki flats instead of the gray.

Well… some of those thoughts might be creative license for entertainment purposes, but you get the idea.

The presentation was part of Senior Symposium. Instead of trying to tell you what Senior Symposium is and getting it completely wrong, here’s the blurb from the college’s website:

The Senior Symposium is an academic tradition at LC that brings significant texts, questions, and ideas to bear on various contemporary issues. Students meet weekly to listen to a public lecture, then participate in small group discussions.

It’s not often that a student is a speaker so the fact that Taylor was is huge. At least to me, it is.  I’m not entirely certain – and I should probably get my facts straight before I put these words on the internet because, you know, if it’s on the internet then it’s true – but I believe Laura was asked to present and she asked Taylor to co-present because of the work he has done with her.

After the lecture the speakers are invited into the inner sanctum – that place that only faculty and distinguished guests are allowed – for lunch. Todd and I were going to go do our thing and then meet up with Taylor later to watch Shelby’s presentation, but we were graciously invited to join the lunch festivities. We then went back to Taylor’s house for a little while until it was time to go back and watch Shelby.

Her thesis was based on her work for a summer reading program with mostly underprivileged children. It was a very interesting subject and she did a great job presenting the information. It was obvious she had done her work and knew her facts as she was able to answer the questions afterwards with ease and received high honors for her defense. Getting to be there for it was an added bonus to our quick trip!

The rest of the day was just fun. We took Shelby to her house so she could change and look what she had.


I think she said it was a 12 pound jar of Nutella. I think this picture should be framed and hung on a wall.

The kids took us for bubble tea smoothies. A bubble tea smoothie has tapioca pearls in it. I always thought tapioca pearls were small and white, but it turns out they are, in fact, big and black. The straws are rather large so as to accommodate said big and black tapioca pearls. So you’re drinking this smoothie and then all of a sudden you suck up this big pearl with the consistency of an almost gummy bear.

Bubble Tea Smoothie

I feel as though I should think it’s terribly gross, but I liked it. In fact, I think I liked it a lot.

After that Todd and I were taken to the amazingly spectacular Givens Bookstore.

Givens Bookstore

It was a little like Disneyland. After perusing used books, new books, antique books, classic toys and even educational curriculum, I finally bought Let’s Bring Back: the Lost  Language Edition – A collection of forgotten-yet-delightful words, phrases, praises, insults, idioms, and literary flourishes from eras past.

Lost Language Book

I thought it would be a great addition to my writing library. Now I’m not so sure. Turns out I already use a lot of these words and phrases in every day conversation. Though I did learn that “groovy” was a term for sardine (“Please pass the groovies and crackers.”) before it became a hippy thing.

When I decided everyone had indulged me in my Mecca for long enough we were given a tour of downtown Lynchburg by Taylor. I had my camera around my neck and got all twitchy as I watched the beautiful surroundings of church spires and amazing architecture and fascinating urban scenery go by. If I’d had my way it would have taken us until dark before we made it to the restaurant for dinner. So I made a note to myself – come back in May when you have a lot of time and people aren’t hungry.

Dinner was very enjoyable and we were able to discuss Taylor’s presentation more – I had all kinds of questions (and I like playing devil’s advocate). All four of us walked out of the restaurant stuffed. We dropped Taylor and Shelby off at his house and then drove back to the hotel. Only as we were getting out of the car did I realize we forgot to have him endorse his tax return check and sign a DMV thingy, so I drove back to the house, got his John Hancock, and then came back to the hotel.

Tuesday morning we got up, packed up, checked out, ate at Bob Evans and then hit the road. It was a fabulous spontaneous (and when I say “spontaneous” I mean it hadn’t been planned for months) trip down to see Taylor and Shelby. Next year Katie will be at school about two hours from him (Shelby graduates this year) so I imagine we’ll be taking many more trips down that way for another four years. That means four more years to take lots of pictures!

The Next Chapter


I am staring at a new chapter of the cancer chronicles. It’s not a bad chapter, precisely, but it has me feeling a little uncomfortable. Or maybe restless. Or maybe I just don’t know what it is I’m feeling.

Next week I see my oncologist for my last biannual appointment. That is a great thing. I am nearly 8 years out from diagnosis and over 7 years since my first No Evidence of Disease report. That is a survivor’s dream.

There are only a few days left of my Arimidex and I won’t be refilling the prescription. Two years of Tamoxifen followed by five years of Arimidex and I’m finally done. The original plan was to be on post-chemo drugs for a total of five years, but somewhere around year four a study indicated that it was best to stay on the Arimidex for five years regardless of how long Tamoxifen had been taken. That was a huge disappointment at the time (worthy of a few tears), but the extra two years are done and I can finally stop the Arimidex.

Earlier this evening I was reading stories from women who had gotten off the Arimidex and how their lives were improved. More energy, weight loss, decreased stiffness and pain, slight reversal of some menopausal symptoms… all things that I deal with to some extent.  I want to be excited about the prospect of a better quality of life, but I’m afraid to. I am 47, after all. I’m not supposed to have as much energy, weight loss is supposed to be more difficult, stiffness and pain are just a part of growing older and menopausal symptoms are what you get when you’ve had your ovaries removed, right?

So what if I don’t notice any difference in any of those areas after I stop the medication? What if all my “symptoms” are just a result of my age?  I can tell you right now that if there is no improvement I will be just short of devastated. And incredibly furious. Again. The injustice of cancer has a way of causing righteous anger even still.

I was talking with two of my co-workers today and I told them that I don’t want to be a “new” me. I just want to be the old me. The me that I was at 39. Or more specifically, the me that I would be today if I hadn’t been derailed by the monster. Of course, I have no idea what that me would be. I just know it wouldn’t be the me I am. But maybe I’ll be much closer to that me after I stop the Arimidex. I guess time will tell.

There’s more to this chapter than this, though, and it goes beyond my own personal battle. This afternoon I started the process to get Katie genetically tested. When she was about 13 my oncologist told me that I would want her to be screened when she was 18 because some of her life choices would depend on whether or not she was genetically disposed to breast cancer. At the time 18 seemed so far away.

It hurts my heart that I’ve done this to her and Taylor. We don’t even know if this is genetic, but just the fact that Katie (and possibly Taylor) has to go through the testing is more than I think either of them should have to go through. I feel responsible and guilty and I’ve never been one to feel guilt over much of anything.  But this? I want to heap burning coals upon my head. Even though I know it’s not my fault. And yet…

I know I’ve said this time and time again over the past 7 years, but I really thought once I was through with treatment and reconstruction everything would be normal again. What I have found is that cancer has a ripple effect and I will never be completely free from it.  And sometimes that’s exhausting.

But then I remind myself that I don’t have cancer and I am healthy, quirky aging and/or side-effects aside. Even more important is that my children don’t have cancer and they are healthy. I have a husband who adores me, kids who love me, great family and friends and I am happy.

So next week I’ll go see the White Russian and he’ll say how great I’m doing and he’ll send me for a dexascan to see where my osteopenia is (that will hopefully eventually be reversed since I’m stopping the Arimidex) and then he’ll tell me that I don’t need to come back for another year (which will make me happy and sad all at the same time). And sometime soon Katie will go get tested to see if she has the BRCA gene (which I don’t think she does) and she can then make the educated choices that a young woman needs to make.

And then I can move on to the next chapter.


NoThanks – Day Thirty, The End

NoThanks Banner 2

Tonight I’m thankful that I finished NoThanks!

I have realized that I am not a daily blogger-type person. Or maybe it’s just that I went more than two months without writing anything and then BAM! I’m having to post something every day. And I really phoned a bunch of the posts in. Like tonight. It’s 9:00 on a Friday and I don’t feel like blogging. I feel like watching something mindless while I eat the eggless cookie dough that Katie made the other day.

Earlier in the month I took an abbreviated Myers-Briggs test for MOPS and it explained a whole lot about me. Especially the P(erceiving) modal. Todd got a big kick out of the “likes to start things” part of the explanation. What it didn’t say was, “never finishes”.

But guess what! I finished!! And now I’m encouraged that I can maybe finish something else. Like that quilt I started 16 years ago…


NoThanks – Day Twenty Nine

Tonight I’m thankful that there are only 30 days in the month of November.

Tonight I’m thankful that it’s 10:00 and I can go to bed.

Tonight I’m thankful for Nutella.

Tonight I’m thankful for slippers.   pillows.   dishwashers.   Hallmark commercials.   Starbuck’s.   Angry Birds.   Sofa covers.   plastic utensils.   microwaveable dinners.  dinner out.   dinner in.   dinner with friends.   discounts.   Sookie.   my Keurig.   pumpkin spice coffee.   my super soft robe.   snow.   fall weather.   spandex.   No Shave November.   Italian Sweet Cream creamer.   travel mugs.   Rock Band.   bold pens.   James Bond movies.    road trips   good music    good books.   quiet afternoons to read good books.   10 seconds with no one talking so I can read a few pages of a good book.   the strikeout button.  the freedom to write whatever I want to on my blog.