When I was a Working Girl:

Please for the love of all things good, stop displaying your fall decor, not to mention your Christmas (no names, Bhobby Dlobby). It is the MIDDLE of summer in NORTHERN ILLINOIS where summer is sacred. Don't take that away from us. Not even a little bit.
And thank you "Through the Looking Glass", cute little store in downtown Grayslake that the kids wanted to go in yesterday during the Farmer's Market, for still having beachy stuff out and not a hint of anything not summer. You're the best.


All day I have really been thinking about an update I saw from my friend from Teen Mother Choices who is going through chemotherapy at this stage of fighting cancer. She described her summer in three words:
EAT (whatever you want)
SLEEP (whenever you can)
PRAY (every chance you get)
She likened this to the best seller with a similar title.
"...this journey is the survivors guide to life, not finding one's "authentic self"."
And what I have been thinking about is that it is a luxury to be able to discover yourself, to live life day to day, to enjoy the little things, even to be depressed for lesser reasons. And how many people in the world are just surviving... physically, and otherwise.
I have also been thinking a lot about things I'd really love to do in the second half of my life. Included in that is to learn more about the environment, health and nutrition, non-toxic household cleaners and become more globally aware. I suppose those things are more important than the rest of my list which includes learning (again) to play the guitar, sing better, learn to speak Spanish and surf.
But I guess my point is that with the luxury I have, I really feel a desire to help those really in need, at least be more informed about the people who are just surviving, how to improve our health so we are not just surviving, how to be kinder to the environment so all can thrive.
And a lighter post will come tomorrow.
I'm still double checking that it is really true. I won a giveaway from the very fabulous and morning sickness inflicted Crystal. Poor girl, hope you start to feel better soon. I missed my friend Nilsa. She is back from vacay but now is sick with a nasty cold. :-( My family had very nice birthday celebrations for me this weekend. Some Joanne gift cards mean I can now buy that self healing cutting board and rotary cutter I've been wanting for some time now. I also got a print from Swallowfield and a hammock from Jason and the kids!! A hammock is something I've always wanted. Unfortunately some parts are missing so we can't use it yet. They should be in soon though. Can't wait.
Yesterday was the 40th anniversary of the cubicle. At first I was not in a mood to celebrate this day. I never cared for having a cubicle at work. The times I needed to buckle down and read or write and really concentrate at work, interuptions like conversations, social meetings around the goodies on Friday, loud music and many visits from bosses and coworkers made it nearly impossible. On the other hand, they probably made it possible to hire more people for less, encourage open communication, keep you in the loop and make it easy to get to your (in my case) bench space.
The news yesterday reported of terror and sadness in Istanbul. Two bombs. This really hit home for me as one of my best friends who lives in Dallas is married to a Turkish man who is from Istanbul and still has a mother who lives there.
The kids have been particularly challenging yesterday and this morning. I will be ready to drop them off at the YMCA child care so I can have an hour or so of peaceful workout time this morning.
I had our air ducts cleaned out and sanitized yesterday. Hopefully this will help with my indoor allergies.
The house is shaping up as I am getting more cleaning and organizing done. The main eyesore now is the basement. Not really looking forward to cleaning that!









B. Best friend? This is like asking me what is my favorite color, I love so many for different reasons.
C. Cake or pie? Pie, preferably with ice cream.
D. Day of choice? Saturday.



In a little over a week I will hit a "milestone". Most people call decade birthdays a milestone, but for me (at least for age 29 so far), the year before the decade is the hardest. It is the last year you will be able to say your are in your 20's, or in my case in my 30's. I can't believe it. Some people my age are grandmas. I know this for a fact. There may be people younger than me that are grandma's but I have heard of a few cases more around my age. I don't feel like I could be a grandma. Do I look like a grandma? I'm sure I don't act like a grandma, do I? Why don't I feel that old? I guess that is a good thing. But this will be a hard birthday in many ways.
On to other topics. Paris reappeared. I think I know her hiding (sleeping) spot. I believe it is behind our china cabinet and underneath. That is the only way to get underneath, from behind. So we can't even really fish her out of there if she goes. She is so sweet and purrs the second she SEES you. She is cuddly and playful. All that you could want in a kitten.
My iron is starting to leak brown fluid, well the steam is brown. All of a sudden it smells like something is burning and then all the brown water. I need a new iron, or to figure out how to clean this one out? Any good suggestions for a sewing iron? Maybe a good birthday gift. hint hint. :-)
I have had 2 and 1/2 hour without kids. I have regained some sanity. I think I'll take them to the pool today later as it is a scorcher out.
OK, going to HOPEFULLY go cheer someone up. With this:






