Running On Empty

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1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.

OK, are you ready? Give us your best five minutes on: EMPTY

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Empty…when my iced tea pitcher is down to the last sip. Empty… when I have to be finding a gas station…and soon. Empty. Days when my stomach is growling and it’s another hour until lunch.

Empty…..on some days when I have nothing else to give. I’m tired. My nerves are on edge. I don’t have the words to say or the actions to back them up, even if I wanted to.

Running on empty….

Time to refill. Refuel. Rejuvenate.

Renew..

Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 NIV

What Makes A Home?

Home

It’s different for everyone

Unique

Depending on the people that live there.

Here is a peek at what home means to me

The cats have taken a liking to my library. I took some laundry baskets and made HIS and HERS beds. Nikki (the calico, HER) loves her bed. Joe (the black and white HIM) lays in front of his bed. Go figure.

This is my inspiration board I keep at my desk. Yes, I saved the big block Hershey’s bar, paper. I’m inspired by chocolate…what can I say? I love the house decorated for Christmas and the iced tea recipes on the right. I have eclectic interests:)

“D” is for Dawn. Also Daring. Delirious and Dorky. No comment.

I collect Boyd’s.  I love the nostalgia of teddy bears.

I also collect antique pictures…the bottom one is of cotton pickers from the early 1900’s. (no relation) The top picture is of my great grandmother. People never smiled back then. I have no idea where I get my “camera ham” genes.

This is a picture my son created when he was six, in first grade art class. I have always loved this picture. It is a water color of wild flowers. I framed it and hung it in my library. It makes me happy.

Yes, okay…I collect antique books too. I know I have a running theme of all things old. I really do think I have an old soul. I’m not kidding.

I have a quirky thing going on for architectural salvage as art. My husband totally does not get this about me. He thinks I’m weird…I’m not here to debate that fact. I hung this piece on the wall over the fireplace mantle. Maybe I should say, my husband hung it….I “helped” him by telling him to move it a little to the left, um….now down a little….no, up on the right corner….tilt it….. Okay. Put it there. Are you sure? Yes. I’m going to put a hole in the wall. Are you positive. Yes. Sure? No. Let’s start over.

These are fake. I love sunflowers. I can’t grow them. The wind at our house beats them all down. At least fake ones don’t die. They just get dusty.

Enamel bowl. Cute, huh? Perfect for snacks.

This is what my laundry room looks like most of the time. Seriously, do we need clean bath towels? Can’t we all just air dry?

This is the view from my front porch this morning. Our neighbor is working very hard to plant, since we’ve had a string of days without rain.

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What things “make home” for you?

Just On This Side Of Crazy…

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I KNOW WHY CERTAIN SPECIES EAT THEIR YOUNG. I totally get it. It is so much easier that way.

I am the mother of three teenagers. Yes, three. Two boys. One girl.

I am the mother of  a kid who stares at me like I have two heads when I tell him to “TURN OFF YOUR ALARM CLOCK! IT”S BEEN GOING OFF FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES—-CAN YOU NOT HEAR IT???!!! I’M SURE THEY CAN HEAR IT IN CHINA, BUT YOU CAN’T HEAR IT WHEN IT IS RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR EAR???”

I am the mother of kids who can totally mess up the hall bathroom is no time flat. DOES NO ONE ELSE SEE THE NASTY, WHATEVER-IT-IS, GROWING IN THE SINK?  What is with that? What IS that? The other two bathrooms don’t look that way. Only theirs. It’s scary. Really scary. What if it is some sort of mutant bacteria that will overtake the house one night while we sleep? The teens would be immuned to it….but, it would get my husband and me. While we slept.

Or what is the deal with food? If they stand at the refrigerator and leave the door open while they peer inside….what will they find? Hmmm……who wants jalepeno slices straight out of the jar?  (YUCK) Or who drinks enough tea or milk to float for a year? I have learned that if I want any tea in this house I better make it and then get the first glass—otherwise I won’t see it again…until it is time to make the next pitcher. Why can’t we keep snacks in this house? Stuff disappears quickly around here. I think they have super metabolisms….. And I want to know WHY that is the case with only young people??? I WANT a super metabolism. It’s only fair.

Having teens is not all about fighting for tea, slimy things that go bump in the night or selective hearing…..it is also fun. They do make me laugh—because essentially they are at that age when they understand life more, but are still young enough to laugh about it. Yes, there is frustration, but there is also a lot of love and goofiness. I’ll miss them when they are gone. It will be so quiet….and clean…. food in the frig….all the tea I can drink…..Oh, I digress. I was saying I’d miss them. Really, I will. I will.

In the meantime…..I think I need a Haz-mat suit for the bathroom clean up.