It’s a thunderstorming kind of day around here, and I love it. We had a brief one a while ago, and hub’s fancy pilot weather radar says that there are more coming. Mmm, thunderstorms are just so delicious, don’t you think? He just put some kinda heathen rap music on the stereo, I’m sitting here typing this post with a dorky head bob keeping time with the music.
Nah nah nah nah naaa naaa hey yeahhhhh and all the people say…
He keeps bugging me to come up with something for him to plan for my birthday. I’m turning thirty, you know. I guess that means I’m officially a grown-up. Middle-aged. Farewell youth, it’s been a slice.
I don’t want a big party. I mean, sure in theory that would be fun. But it’s July 5 and in all of my previous 29 birthdays there has never been one where even half of the invitees could make it. People are on vacation, away at the cottage, at the beach, enduring family reunions, at the lake… anywhere but at my birthday party. Harrrumph. Whoops, angsty pity party alert! (Look at me, being all self-aware and stuff. That’s the new almost-thirty-year-old talking).
So, I’ve gotta come up with something else. I thought about a gathering of the awesome women in my life, but again, most likely won’t be able to make it. Soooo, then what? Just separate little gatherings with each side of the family? That’s sort of what I’m leaning toward, maybe a fun family outing. Low-key but meaningful?
What did you do for your thirtieth? (Or if you haven’t yet hit 30, what did you do for any other birthday?)
Anyway, that’s pretty well what’s been on my mind lately. That and getting to the store ASAP to get a kiddie pool because it’s forecasted to be in the high thirties with the humidity all this week (that’s like 100F for you Americans).
Are you on instagram? I love it. My handle over there is ‘redandhoney’ in case you want to follow me. Here are a few of my favourite instagrams as of late:
It’s 10pm and we are having trouble focusing on the mountain of work for tomorrow’s birthday party, so we put on our Focus Glasses. #itsnotworking#nowiminstagramming #firstbirthday#wearesofreakingcool #nerdyparents
Isaac, aged 4.75. A self-portrait. #thoseareshouldersfyi #gogogadgetarms
When SoonToBeThree stumbles into your bedroom at a quarter to midnight you take it as a sign from heaven to slam that laptop shut, snuggle in close, and shut out the light. #love#middlechild #sweetness
Mommy @ Rocks in My Dryer . “I smiled and shrugged. “Call me whatever you want,” I told her. “I’ll come running.” She kissed me and hopped up, off to the next thing. But I sat for a second more, mentally placing a bookend. I guess that’s that.”
Haircuts to Homeless for Hugs @ Huffington Post
Where I Find Myself These Days @ Gidget Goes Home. “The truth is, the deeper I dig in my own heart, the more I see myself finding worth in whether I feel included by my peers.”
Battling Perfectionism @ Hippie Housewife. “The lie of perfectionism is that the goal will ever be achieved. I am juggling, constantly juggling, and I can’t keep all those perfect balls in the air. I get one just so and another one crashes to the ground, then another and another until I give up and let the rest of them fall to my feet as well. If I can’t do everything, why bother doing anything?”
A Simple Grilled Cheese Sandwich with Spinach and Spanish Chorizo Sausage @ My Humble Kitchen. I have no words. Just go look at the photos. Mercy.
Why You Are Where You Are: For Such a Time as Now @ A Holy Experience. “You could have been the one outside of the gate. You could have been the one with the Lord’s Resistance Army slitting your child’s throat in the middle of the night, you could been the one born into a slum, raped without a hope, you could be the one born into AIDS, into starvation, into lives of wild Christ-less desperation. The reason you are inside the gate for such a time as this – is to risk your life for those outside the gate. If I perish, I perish.”