Practicality Over Sentimentality

February 25, 2009 at 7:10 am | Posted in Home Decor, self awareness, The Mundane | 1 Comment

Moving time is also de-cluttering time. I am determined not to bring things that I don’t absolutely love with us. So far a few old frames and wedding presents have not made the cut. I literally have a bag of bad presents from Christmas and my birthday. I still don’t know what to do with that.

But hardest of all is what to do with Hali’s old things? Do I box up and keep her old clothes just to drag them along with us so that they may spend their eternal slumber in a new attic- destined to never see the light of day again?  Right now we have no plans on them ever being used by this family again.

It’s difficult to weigh the sentimental against the practical. And I gotta tell you- the practical almost always wins. I’ve already given away all but her most recently outgrown clothes. So I guess I know what I have to do. Anyone need some size 5 girls clothes?

Also to toss? All those little dust collectors. Little statuettes and things that were given to me as gifts in the past seven years. They’re just not me. I love love LOVE home decor. But I love functionality more. Most of my decorative items also serve a purpose. I have a fondness for white ceramic and milk glass dishes, vases, pots, etc.

Having said this, the husband mentioned the other day throwing out our pre-marriage memorabilia. Don’t get me wrong, there is not a lot that has made it this far and it all fits into a little(ish) box. But it seems like a shame to throw out my husband’s yearbooks, my senior year scrapbook, senior year pictures, etc. These memories are all too quickly fading, and I know that when my daughter is experiencing those things herself I am going to want to look back at my high school experience- and I may need the help that these things offer to trigger the memories.

If the seven (well, eight counting this one) moves in as many years have taught me anything, it’s to keep the clutter level low. The more stuff you have the more stuff you have to pack and move.


Swimsuit Realization

February 18, 2009 at 3:39 pm | Posted in complaining, self awareness, The Mundane | 1 Comment
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Our new house (I say that like its ours- it’s still not, we have no closing date yet) has a pool in the back yard. Down here in Texas that is a definite plus. And not that unusual in this area either.

I just realized that when you get in a pool? One generally has a swim suit on. And while I can suck in my gut just as good as the rest of them, I can’t get my thighs sucked in or my arms to quit being so friendly (they wave back).

So I have resorted to bribing myself to get on my treadmill every day. At least one mile a day. Plus my classes at the gym I normally take. How sad is it that I have to bribe myself to consistently work out?

The really sad thing is that after I work out? I feel AWESOME! I mean, I am just one happy camper after I step off that treadmill. Must be due to the chemicals your body releases or something. But the next day I keep putting it off. It’s like there is something in my brain that has equated exercise with unpleasantness and I can’t get around it.

On second thought, it could be that  I am just glad to not be looking at my measurements that I wrote down and put on my treadmill to give me motivation.

As I was critiquing my body ( hey, it’s not the best way to go about things, but it gets you motivated), it got me thinking. What part of my body do I like the most? The least? You hear this question asked all the time. I would say that I like my hair the most and my lower stomach (my mama pooch) the least. Now you.

Can I be 25 twice?

January 27, 2009 at 11:10 pm | Posted in self awareness, The Mundane | 2 Comments

With my birthday arriving last week, I began to think about what a great year I had being 25. We moved back to the area that I had been missing (it’s not Idaho, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers). I’ve made some great new friends. A trip to the beach. Another trip to the beach. A trip to Idaho. Hurricane Ike (well, that was not good, but it was monumental). Homeschooling my daughter. Celebrating our seventh wedding anniversary. Buying our first home.

In fact, I think that 25 was so great, I am going to do it again. This year, I will be turning 25. Again. Instead of reaching 29 and staying there for a few years, I am going to start doubling up. I will actually only have a birthday every other year.

Unfortunately, the husband does not think that this is as good of a plan as I had hoped. I suppose that within a few years that would work out to make him even older than me than he already is. That and the math would quickly work out to him having made me a mama when I wasn’t even old enough to date.

Oh, well, it’s not like 26 is even slightly old, right? Right?!

They Come in Batches

January 19, 2009 at 6:36 pm | Posted in complaining, family, self awareness, The Mundane | 6 Comments
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The past few weeks, it seems as if the stress is just coming in batches.

Family turmoil (not the three of us- other family) that we just can’t seem to avoid despite our wishes.

Some news from a friend that has me worried and heart broken for her. I’m a fixer and I hate it when there isn’t anything that I can do to fix a problem that someone close to me has.

Changes with Jeremy’s job.

The whole home buying process is a big deal for us as well. It’s our first home purchase and it also means we are soon going to be parting with a good chunk of our beloved cash that we have been squirreling away for months. Between a sizable down payment and closing costs, we’re feeling slightly sick to our stomachs about it.

But it does help that we are completely enamoured with our new home. Yes, the house has things here and there that bother us, but most of it is fixable for a relatively low price. So says she who is still waiting to hear back from the inspector.

My excitement over what a fabulous house we’re buying is evenly tempered with my dread. What if the financing doesn’t go through? I can’t believe the debt we’re putting ourselves in! What if something happens and we can’t afford it? So, I promise myself that I won’t get too excited until it is a done deal.

But then I go show the house off to a friend and join her in screaming at how fabulous the house is. It really is an awesome house. I don’t want to sound like a braggart ( I do so detest those people) so I won’t go into detail, but it really is something- especially for a first home.

And for over a week now I seem to be utterly incapable of not thinking about the fact that my baby will be going to school this summer. Kindergarten, folks. All day kindergarten. When I share this with anyone, they usually just raise their eyebrows and suggest that maybe it’s finally time to have another baby. That’s not it. It’s not that I won’t have a baby at home to take care of all day, it’s that Hali, my baby, isn’t going to be home all day. There is a difference. I’ve been fighting off the depression of this for days now.

All this complaining has made me thirsty. Perhaps I can find comfort in my very favorite drink, Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi? No? Oh, that’s right- I’ve quit caffeine. I know, right! Maybe the timing wasn’t the best, but I knew my soda intake was getting ridiculous, so I’ve cut back on the amount quite a bit and have quit drinking caffeinated soda all together. Or, as we here in the south call it, coke. Do I drink Coke? No, but all sodas are referred to as coke down here. Odd, right? That’s one Texas oddity that I do not participate in. I call it soda, thanks. Less confusion that way.


December 17, 2008 at 6:38 am | Posted in self awareness | 1 Comment
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In the trunk.  I’ve got it. Always have. Always liked it. Even though my back end is a lot bigger than it once was, I like having a big butt. I have always enjoyed being a curvy girl. Even in my size 5 days, I was draggin’ a wagon.

Which is why I was surprised to realize that after a few months of tai chi/yoga/pilates classes at the local gym, it was getting even bigger. A feat I did not believe to be possible. Yet there it is.

Working out has actually made my butt get bigger. Just my luck. While it is now a more lifted, firmer butt, it is most definitely larger.

So, if any of you find yourselves lacking in that department, I recommend the Body Flow classes at Gold’s Gym.

Happy Thanksgiving 2008!

November 26, 2008 at 4:35 pm | Posted in family, Holidays, self awareness | 2 Comments
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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! In keeping with tradition, I would like to share what I am most thankful for this year.

I am most thankful for my ability to BE thankful. I am thankful for all of those times of total contentment when I find myself wanting nothing. The times when I am simply watching my daughter and my husband interact and my heart swells so much it aches. And I know that there is nothing better than being right there in that moment, soaking it all up and filing it away in my memory. A perfect moment.

My life may not be perfect, but so many hours of each day are nearly. And I am thankful that I am just fine with nearly.


Ode to my Gut

October 14, 2008 at 5:57 am | Posted in self awareness | 4 Comments
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Gut. Pooch. Mama Poochie. Muffin Top. Butt in the Front. Would that anything else so sweet might go by more wonderful and splendidly sweet sounding names? You? Are my constant companion these nearly five years now.

How I love thee. Let me count the ways:




Fried Chicken Sandwiches



Mexican Food (preferably from Racheros or Los Cucos)

Chinese Food (Double Dragon)

All eight of you love my gut so. You continue to love it, clinging to it like a kid and their security blankie. Never letting go. Always inviting more to join in and share your joy, thus expanding your reach. And reach you have. All the way past the top of my jeans.

I thought I had defeated you. Yet there you are. Determined to hang on, despite the twice weekly Body Flow classes at the local Gold’s Gym. How you must love me, despite my best efforts to be rid of you. I’ve even tried to convince myself that I loved you back and that you and I had a healthy relationship. We do not. You are becoming a major hindrance. You are in the way. Can’t you tell when you are no longer wanted? Why are you not taking the hints? Must I be more blunt? Fine.

It’s time to leave. Take some cellulite from my thighs with you in case you get lonely. Oh, and take some arm with you- they’re very friendly. They wave back at you when you wave.

Advice From Charli #362

September 30, 2008 at 4:16 am | Posted in self awareness, The Mundane, Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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If you get the hick-ups whilst shaving in the shower? Quit shaving. Just step away from the razor and wear pants that day. My *ehem* bikini area will never be the same.

The Time Old Navy Made Me Cry

September 5, 2008 at 3:35 pm | Posted in adventures with Hali, family, self awareness, The Mundane | 2 Comments
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Somehow I signed up to have Old Navy e-mail me their store adds. I clicked on the ad this morning. It was for a sale on baby clothes. Baby clothes. For newborns all the way up through size 5T. My four year old daughter? Is a size 6 now.

I don’t even get to shop for her in the same part of the store anymore. She is firmly insisting on continually growing. My tall lanky little girl is not so little anymore. She’s always been in the highest percentile for height.

So here I am. I have a preschooler. I have a big girl. She rarely lets me refer to her as even “my baby” anymore. We are going through this whole new, take-it-to-the-next-level independent stage. She doesn’t want to hold my hand. She doesn’t want to ride in the grocery cart anymore- she wants to walk beside it. Cuddles are few and far between.

All these dang milestones. Now I am just all the more determined to enjoy this last year at home we have together. I knew she wouldn’t be my baby girl forever, and it is exciting to see her growing up, I just wish it didn’t manage to jab me in the heart every single time there is irrefutable proof that my baby girl isn’t a baby anymore.


Introverted No Longer

September 4, 2008 at 6:07 am | Posted in self awareness | Leave a comment

I have always been quite introverted. Growing up, I wasn’t the popular girl surrounded by admirers. Then again, I was also smart enough not to be one of those admirers. I maybe had a couple of good friends, and another handful of more casual friends. Living in a very small town meant that I knew everyone at school and they all knew me. But honestly? There were more than a few years at school when I didn’t have any good friends. I would sit at lunch with someone I sort of knew and who was at least willing to tolerate me.

Putting myself out there has just never been something that I was good at. And the times that I did work up the nerve to do it? Weren’t always the best experiences. Even as an adult, I have been sincerely surprised by other adults’ behavior towards new comers.

When we recently moved back to a town that I had previously grown to love, I was excited. I had an easy time in that area making actual friends. I knew that a couple of them had left the area and that it was much changed, but I knew I would be happy with the area.

I looked at moving a town area as a chance to reinvent myself in a way. I decided that I would fight that introverted shy side of me and gather up my courage. I was going to put myself out there. Make it known that I was here. I spoke up in church. Chatted up anyone and everyone who came my way. And low and behold I had made myself some friends.

It didn’t actually kill me to call up a few women just to say hi, or even invite them over for a play date. And having adult conversation with someone not related to you? Awesome. It doesn’t hurt that Hali gets to play and socialize right there with me when I get together with other moms. In fact, it makes me feel better- I had been feeling pretty guilty about not having many friends with children her age to play with. As an only child, it’s pretty important for her to have kids to play with.

Previously, when I’d take one of those personality quizzes that you find all over the place, I would always answer that after getting together with a group of people, I feel tired. Now, I feel energized. It’s crazy. I’ve changed.

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