tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18154455890476257122024-03-20T06:40:30.120-07:00Jars of GigglesJars of Giggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11810152316851448837noreply@blogger.comBlogger470125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815445589047625712.post-65886468055566064202018-10-22T19:25:00.001-07:002018-10-22T19:25:06.675-07:00Your story<p dir="ltr">In all my recent cleaning, dumping, and organizing I have come to realize that if I want my family to know my story. I must write it. I must tell them what I felt was important and why. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Tell your story it is really all we are.</p>
Jars of Giggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11810152316851448837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815445589047625712.post-15139035429172382462018-10-20T08:54:00.001-07:002018-10-20T08:54:24.138-07:00One item a day challenge<p dir="ltr">My garage is huge...three cars, American sized, unnecessarily huge.  We have two cars and neither one fit. We have couches, chairs, and all kinds of this, and that in there. When I realize I might need something like, say a screwdriver, I have to skirt around and climb over. I have to backflip through and shimmy past. It's a bloody three car garage and there are only four of us!!!  The hubby has "cleaned" it many times. That involves moving it all out sweeping it and then moving 95% back in.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Four weeks ago I gave myself a challenge. One item a day must intentionally go. It must go into a second-hand box or into the trash. It cannot be a food wrapper or "daily garbage."</p>
<p dir="ltr">So far...<br>
Three trips to the dump<br>
Three full carloads... I mean I drive to work with the car loaded and my work bag on my lap so I can drop it off at the second-hand store after, and people!  I see the ground. I see the glorious grey floor of my garage which has not been seen since we moved in three years ago. Now I don't see the whole floor, I mean that would be crazy talk but I could pull my little Toyota in there if there was softball size hail. I can send the dogs out there when we have guests and Darwin is shadow hunting (pouncing at the shadows on the floor and walls like a maniac) I see the ground!</p>
<p dir="ltr">What did I find? When you find just one item you start to find a set. One shirt turns into 5.    One book turns into 10. One magazine turns into the pile.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Take the challenge!</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Would a doodle on your work calendar while you are on hold count?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Would a stitch on a embroidery hoop?</p>
<p dir="ltr">What about a poem or a quote?</p>
<p dir="ltr">A photo a day?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I dare you?</p>
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After we had our little photo op I asked Sophia what is special about Wolverine?</p>
<p dir="ltr">"Well he has metal things that come out his hands and he's naked in most of the movies" <br>
Bahahaha</p>
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Jars of Giggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11810152316851448837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815445589047625712.post-19188712597513592016-12-24T11:48:00.001-08:002016-12-24T11:48:02.052-08:00That year.<p dir="ltr">The year they politely take turns. I put ingredients away and total chaos did not happen. I am proud, thankful, and a bit sad they are growing up. </p>
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<p dir="ltr">A friend recently told me life is really just a series of changes that you go through from beginning to end, and that at the root of change is loss. You can't have change without the loss of something. So really, life is loss. </p>
<p dir="ltr">If that is the case then can I lose cancer. Can I change it so it's no worse then a hangnail or a <u>pimple</u>. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Cancer I ban you from stealing another life, from hurting another loved one, from touching another family.</p>
Jars of Giggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11810152316851448837noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815445589047625712.post-54059601531961055032016-12-20T17:29:00.001-08:002016-12-20T17:29:55.438-08:00Busy busy busy<p dir="ltr">Today I spent the day running from the dentist, to a winter program, to basketball.  The greatest gift was lunch with my main squeeze at a fab new restaurant that had pecan pie beer. Yes you read that right it was delish.  Then a bit of sewing out of my new birthday bag made for me by my aunt!  Days are full of memories.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">His reply?</p>
<p dir="ltr">"I know! I'm not four." Said with such disdain there is no doubt it is better to be five then four. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Though four year olds do eat the brown sugar off the top of the oatmeal.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hmm four sounds good to me.<br></p>
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<p dir="ltr">I see great close up but not so much far away.  My Doctor nudged me and said give it two years and you'll need them for both.  Thank you adorable Indian woman not wearing glasses, thank you for that. </p>
<p dir="ltr">What I learned?  There are a lot of different frames.  A lot of them look crummy on me (great narrows it down). I don't like the ones that touch my cheeks ( I got a lot of cheek). The ones with the nose prong thingies get stuck in my hair when I push them up to read. I really could have used the opinion of my 8 year old but here is what I got.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">Blue cuz it's my favorite color. The pair the random old lady in the store did NOT recommend, felt that was a safe bet. Lastly they felt good and I have already mastered mirror avoidance. So hip hip horray to my newest accessory and getting older.<br></p>
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Happy new year world make the most of it.</p>
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