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List #12 – What I Love About This Month

September is generally a difficult month for me to like for a variety of reasons. As much as that is, it is good to list some things I like about the month.

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List #11 – What My Family Has Taught Me

I truly love my family. They mean the world to me. In fact, they are the number one thing I’ll tell you I miss from back in Michigan. (Having pop can deposits runs a close second though!)

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List #10 – Meaningful Gifts

Finally, a list that doesn’t make me cry (with sad tears, at least). The things listed below are by no means an exhaustive list of sentimental gifts, but I’m too emotionally exhausted to mention everything.

And I’m convinced a gift is only as meaningful as both parties allow it to be. While I normally explain why things are on my list, I think I’ll leave the meaningfulness between me and the other person involved.

  • A magnet with the quote from George Bernard Shaw: “Never wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.”
  • A Mini Cooper Hot Wheels car, which I’ve had sitting on my work or home desk the past two years
  • My lime green baking pan from my grandma that was one of their wedding gifts
  • A lime green journal
  • A floral circlet, hand crafted with blue and silver ribbons and roses
  • My first bookshelf
  • Certain handmade pieces of jewelry
  • Keys
  • My first SLR camera
  • This flip board
  • Time spent together, something I’m clearly referring to in more than one situation
  • The two things that hang from my rear view mirror
  • An alarm clock
  • A white scarf

Sadly, I live in a circle of people who give meaningful gifts (or I inject meaning into them), yet I’m horrible at remembering when I give meaningful gifts. Some that I can think of:

  • Annual calendar of family photo updates for my grandma
  • Crocheted hats/scarves
  • Puppy chow
  • Letters

Have I given you a meaningful gift I may not have mentioned? Let me know. I’ll have to add it to the list … or just start doing more intentional gift-giving again.

List #8 – Childhood Chores

I can’t remember having too many chores as a kid. The ones I remember having, I remember being easily distracted from.

  • Washing windows — My favorite springtime chore, I’d wash all the windows on the main floor of our house. I remember especially enjoying the first grime-busting time every year.
  • Cleaning my room — I always found something to play with or (more likely) read. I would make my mom sit on my bed and talk to me so that I had company. I think that’s why talking on the phone is one of my most productive activities today.
  • Matching/folding socks — It was like a game. I still find it somewhat fun today.
  • Feeding the dog — Most people know I’m not a dog person. Part of that stems from having to take disgusting combinations of food out to an animal that would jump all over me.
  • Feeding the cat — Does anyone else think cat food smells gross, too?
  • Setting the table — I think that my perfectionism was highly evident in this when I’d make sure all the silverware matched and the plates were turned the same way and the glasses were in the right corner. I still do that at Christmas dinner.
  • Filling/emptying the dishwasher — If my brother and I could ever duke out who got which one (we won’t mention how literal that may have been to some instances), I’d always choose emptying (a) because I’d be done sooner and (b) because I can’t stand gross dishes that have been immersed in nasty water for several hours. (This is not to be confused with putting water IN a pan to soak it.) As a result, I sometimes find more joy in hand-washing dishes now.

List #5 – Things I Worry About

Well, first of all, September 5th is National Be Late for Something Day. And I made it through the day without actually being late to anything. Until my list. I was late posting my list. Oops!

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November’s Thankful List

I know, it’s almost half-way through the month, and most people are posting these to their Facebook statuses, but I figured I’d start it out on here and add to it daily from there. So, without further ado, here goes. Continue reading

Things That Don’t Belong to Me


“Mine. Mine. Mine.”

I sometimes have trouble sharing. To be honest, there are times a two-year-old could teach me a lesson in doing so. Lately, however, I’ve been realizing just how many things I have that I selfishly hold onto.

1. My car. Especially after losing the one I’ve bonded with over the last several years, this one has hit me. My car may not be the nicest, but I’m thankful to have something to drive to and from work and church in. I also have concluded that it needs to be used to help others when a ride or delivery is needed.

2. My home. My apartment is filled with things crap. Much of it I don’t need or use. In fact, there are whole families who take up the same amount of space as me and my belongings crap. I should be thankful for a place to live where I feel safe, and I should be welcoming to others.

3. My time. While I may be the one who ultimately decides how to use my time, I’ve come to realize how little I can control what pulls at me. Some of the commitments I make are not always thought through and my time is not wisely spent.

4. My family. I love my family dearly. They mean the world to me. But when I selfishly keep them to myself and don’t allow others to see just how great of people they are and how much love they have to give, not only am I cheating that person out of knowing someone amazing, I’m cheating myself out of someone new to love.

5. My friends. Sometimes I really struggle with being so incredibly far away from the friends I’ve become closest to over the years. I’ve been making some new friends here in town (which isn’t always easy thanks to my wonderful self-esteem issues), and that is helping a lot. Still, the fact that my old friends are slowly drifting away and that I feel like I’m not always comfortable with my new friends is a reminder that I can’t collect them like baseball cards (no matter what Facebook may tell you to the contrary).