Time to Move…


You’ve probably figured it out, or maybe you haven’t, but we are planning and hoping to sell our house. We’ve been here for nearly 11 years (wow, eleven years??) and with daughter starting school next year we’ve decided to make a move to the suburbs (I know, eegads). It was no easy decision, but with lower property taxes, larger yards, larger houses and better schools, it’s really a no-brainer.

Our wish list isn’t huge, but includes an attached garage, at least two bedrooms on the same floor, ideally four bedrooms total and an open concept. A decent size yard would be great (with two dogs we sort of need it). We would like space for an office and a space to work out. Is all that too much to ask?
We are starting to get serious about this move. We’ve put most of our junk stuff in storage. We’ve talked to daughter and the dogs about storing toys. Sadly, that also means my sewing goods and fabric will also be stored. As will cookbooks and the ice cream maker and my hockey equipment. Oh well. Hopefully the house will move fast. Hopefully we’ll find our next dream house fast.
When we found this house we weren’t even looking. We just happened to see it online and went that same day to an Open House. Three days later our offer was excepted. One month later we signed the papers and moved in. It was meant to be at the time. This house has seen us grow up from two single young adults to parents of a little girl and two pups. I will miss this house and the amazing views from those big front windows, but it’s time. Time to move.

Goodbye, 1952

Say goodbye to the mint green tile, the peach and yellow accents and the crumbling walls.



I won’t miss the 80s lights or the cracked grout.


And I won’t miss the broken shelves in the medicine cabinet or the too-large-for-the-space sink.


Or that nightmare of a glass shower door. Really, eleven years we’ve been together. See ya!


Friday Five…


Spring Cleaning, um, rather, Purging.

I don’t know about you, but I’m on a mission to clean out my house. Not just scrub it, but really purge, purge and purge. That said, I’m having a hard time parting with a few things. But, they’ve found their way into the give-away/sell/donate pile. Speak up if you want them! My heart is breaking that they’re heading out on their own.

1. Old magazines, including Cooking Light, Real Simple and Martha Stewart.

2. A handmade purse I bought on Etsy that I haven’t used in years.

3. Slinky Dog (yep, the one from Toy Story)

4. A box of cookbooks, including a Thai, Grilling and Cooking Light collections.

5. Fabric. Lots of fabric. I hope to sell this at the sale. Other ideas?

What are you doing this spring to Clean Out or Clean Up?


Question #1


Remember those questions I posted a week or so ago? I haven’t forgotten them. Here’s number one:

1. What is one thing you’d like to accomplish (professionally or personally) in the next year?

There are a lot of things I want to accomplish in the next year…  move to a new house, complete another triathlon, run another 10k. But the one thing I need to throw out there, into this virtual but very real space, is that I want to finish the memoir I’ve been working on. I’ve been working on it on and off for a couple years (mostly off), but it needs to get onto the page somehow (and soon). That means that by April 4, 2014 I’ll have a first draft. And it might be a shitty first draft, well, yes, it will be a shitty first draft, but it will be a first draft.

I met a writing friend for coffee (I drink tea) yesterday and she has inspired me. She makes herself write 500 words every day. I’m going to write 500 words at least four times a week. At least. If more spills out that’s great. There will be less sleep and less reading, and hopefully less TV. But there will be writing.

And maybe I’ll share some of it with you here. I haven’t talked about this “memoir” here before. In fact, I rarely talk about my personal writing here except with my supportive and loyal writing group, but many of you know that having Daughter was no easy task. And that’s where my story begins. There are lots of parts of my story and lots to write about. And I’m working on it. Really working on it. And it’s hard. But now I’ve thrown it out to you. One year. 365 days. And it’s not an April Fool’s joke. Really. That was already three days ago!.


It Isn’t Spring Yet.


I came home this week to find this lovely Tulips Postcard in my mailbox. It’s from the amazing Jen, and while her timing was right (it arrived smack dab on the first day of spring) spring really hasn’t shown up yet in these parts. The high for the next week is about 30 degrees and we’re still covered in snow. Little Luna agrees that this weather is for the birds. Certainly not for an island-loving girl and her island-born-and-island-missing pup. At least it’s the weekend. So there.

fun finds

The Falls


Daughter and I snowshoed over to Minnehaha Falls this weekend after the “blizzard”. It took nearly an hour to get there (because that’s how long it takes an almost four-year-old to walk about a half mile in the snow when there are woods to explore and swings to swing on). The falls were amazing. Look at that ice! And those tiny little people down there. There were other people behind the falls. I could hear them, but couldn’t see them. Seriously too scary for me. Daughter wanted to go down there. Not a chance said the Mother who would have to carry her back up the stairs. As it turned out, I carried her all the way home, on my back. (It took about ten minutes.)


Sick Day….


(photo taken by daughter, of daughter, at school last week… she brought the camera for show and tell and took 150 photos in just a few minutes)

I spent most of yesterday at home with a sick kid. It was her third day feeling under the weather, so we decided to keep her home rather than pushing it at school. We watched Winnie the Pooh three times. We had matching peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. We sat on the couch cuddled together as close as we could for nearly four straight hours.

I thought about writing. I thought about cleaning and laundry and organizing a closet, but I didn’t. I stayed put. I handed daughter fresh tissues and kept her wrapped in blankets. I laughed right along with her when Pooh’s stomach growled and giggled when Tigger bounced. I breathed in her sweet scent and held her little hand.

And you know what? The world waited. It was there when I woke up with morning. Commitments, projects, emails, appointments. They all waited. And today I’ll tackle them. And all will be well.


Missing Manhattan


I love New York City. Specifically, Manhattan. And when I saw this print by Yoni Alter my mind immediately went back the hours and hours and hours of wandering I did this past September. Manhattan is Magic. I can’t wait to go back. Other NYC prints (and other cool places) here!


19 things

19 things we should say to our kids… and maybe to each other. 

From here, via Pinterest.

1. I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you. Nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that.

2. You are amazing! I look at you with wonder! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one!

3. It’s all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do.

4. You’ve made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It’s all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you.

5. You did the right thing. That was scary or hard. Even though it wasn’t easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too.

6. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake.

7. You can change your mind. It’s good to decide, but it is also fine to change.

8. What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. Your mind is clever!

9. That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you!

10. I have a surprise for you. It’s not your birthday. It’s for no reason at all. Just a surprise, a little one, but a surprise.

11. I can wait. We have time. You don’t have to hurry this time.

12. What would you like to do? It’s your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It’s important to follow your special interests.

13. Tell me about it. I’d like to hear more. And then what happened? I’ll listen.

14. I’m right here. I won’t leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you. I am listening to you.

15. Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me?

16. I missed you. I think about you when we are not together!

17. Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let’s see. I’ll help you if you need it. I think you can do it.

18. I’ll help you. I heard you call me, here I am. How can I help you? If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I’m glad to help since you asked.

19. What do you wish for? Even if it’s not yet time for birthday candles and we don’t have a wishbone, it’s still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about.