Full Of Yellow Lights

Full Of Yellow Lights

Ever had a day where every light you drive through turns yellow right as you get to it?

Last Tuesday was that kind of day for me. I rolled through EVERY single stoplight on the way to work as it was turning yellow.

After about 7 yellow lights, I wondered what that meant was in store for me that day. I had started the day feeling a little out of sorts, scattered, wondering if I should just stop everything and jump back into bed, or power through and make the day my bitch. I chose the latter.

It’s that feeling of not being in full “go” mode, and not being in full “stop” mode. That purgatory-like place where you don’t know whether to slam on brakes and hope your coffee and purse don’t come flying across the car, or whether to just push the gas a little harder and breeze on through.

Sounds kinda like life sometimes, huh?

Do you ever have days where you (literally or metaphorically) feel like you’re constantly running through yellow lights?

photo via flickr user Beaufort’s TheDigitel

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Annoyed

Holidays bring out the twitchy side of me, I think. I would love to write something beautiful and thought-provoking and all that jazz, but really, I’m just annoyed and feel like getting it out.

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: I’m Annoyed By…

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Right now, I’m watching the Auburn/Alabama game. I’m super annoyed by it all. By our coaching debacle, by the announcers who are being assholes, by the fact that I know Nick Saban’s going to run the score up to 100 if he can. By all of it.

Holidays annoy me. They’re not relaxing at all. Laundry still has to be done. Dishes are never-ending. The kid is bored and well, it just gets under my skin.

I’m annoyed, and this is stupid, that my pants are falling off of me. I just bought new ones and now the new, two sizes smaller, ones are falling off of me now. I don’t want to buy new jeans.

I’m annoyed by all the crap in the house but too unmotivated to do something about it. I’m annoyed that I hate decorating and so our house is bland and boring.

I’m annoyed that I need to change the sheets before I can go to bed. Can’t somebody else do that for me?

I’m annoyed that I’m so hard on myself all the time. I’m too critical and assume that everything is my fault. All the time.

And now I’m annoyed that my timer went off. Sometimes 5 minutes isn’t enough.

What annoys you?

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

 

Happy Tenth Anniversary, RMH of Central Georgia!

Happy Tenth Anniversary, RMH of Central Georgia!

It’s been ten years. Can you believe it?

4500 families.

32000 room nights.

Hundreds of volunteers.

3650+- nights of hot volunteer-prepared meals served.

I’ve been blessed by the Ronald McDonald House.

No, I’ve never actually stayed there, but I started volunteering for the Macon House before its doors even opened. I served on its Board of Directors. I provided, with my family and sometimes friends, dinners for the families almost monthly for several years.

It provided a room for my Mother-In-Law when my son was in the hospital, mostly because they weren’t full and COULD. It helped us more than they could ever know.

By allowing me the opportunity to work with and volunteer for, it’s blessed my heart more than I can put into words.

After Charlie died, our family and friends blessed the Macon House with donations… enough to have the playroom named in his memory.

This February, I will Run For Ronald. I’ll push myself to run 13.1 miles at The Happiest Place On Earth with Team Ronald.

How can you help? Today, you can make a donation in celebration of the Ronald McDonald House of Central Georgia’s TENTH ANNIVERSARY.

Just go here and it’s easy peasy!

Happy Anniversary, RMH!

Proud to be a part of something so amazing!

Here’s to many more room nights, many more families helped,

many more volunteers and MANY more years of success!

My Vanilla Is Better Than Your Vanilla. And Other Things I’m Thankful For.

I don’t remember how old I was when I realized the vanilla we used in recipes at home was “adult vanilla.”

Maybe it was when we found out our housekeeper was stealing it and getting wasted off of it while she ironed our clothes. That was probably it.

For all my life, there has always been a fancy bottle with a hand written label on it in one of our cabinets. My mom would add little bits of liquor to it every now and then – sometimes it was bourbon, other times it was brandy. When she got crazy, it was rum! When she found vanilla beans on sale, she would buy some and slip them down into the bottle and remove the old ones.

She would pull out the fancy bottle when a recipe called for a teaspoon or tablespoon of vanilla. I never knew there was anything called Vanilla Extract.

You can call me a vanilla snob if you need to.

Anyway, a few years ago, for Christmas, I believe, my mom gave both me and my sister fancy bottles with hand written labels on them.

She passed down bottles of her own vanilla.

The label read:

Yes, that says “Originally bottled in 1983.”

This was one of those gifts that brought tears to my eyes because it was a childhood memory that was ever present. Every time I reached for (crappy) vanilla extract, I longed to have “real vanilla.” Vanilla out of the pretty bottle in the pantry.

I’m thankful that my mom saw fit to pass this on to us now instead of later. Life tastes better because of it. Silly? Yes.

But whatever.

The only downfall to this magnificentness? You can’t make ice cream with it. BECAUSE IT DOESN’T FREEZE! (Lesson learned the very hard way.)

Time and persistence taste delicious.

I’m thankful for time. Time that helps heal wounds, physical and emotional.

I’m thankful for persistence. Persistence to train, to love, to pick up my feet day after day.

I’m thankful for the obvious. My husband, my son, my Guardian Angel with a name. I’m thankful for my parents and sister and her beautiful family. I’m thankful for my house and my health and the ability to do most things I want without much effort.

I’m thankful for my job and my coworkers. They are a great group to work with and I never could have imagined being excited about going back to work. See also: Benefits.

I’m thankful for my Disney Half Marathon training team and the Ronald McDonald House.

I’m thankful for my friends, the ones I’ve had all my life, the ones who only live in my computer, and those in between.

I’m thankful for the freedoms that our country allows us. I’m also thankful for the freedom to keep some of my opinions to myself.

I’m thankful for pretty fall colors, bright spring flowers, light dustings of snow and refreshing summer showers.

But most of all, I’m thankful for fancy bottles with hand written labels that are full of memories.

What are you thankful for?

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Comparisons

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Comparisons

I’m sorry about not having a Stream of Consciousness Sunday post last week. It was really a crazy week, compounded by a weekend in NoInternetVille, a trip to Auburn for a football game (that we got shutout in), and the desire to just not write at all.

I feel bad about it, but you all know how it goes. It is what it is, right?

So now we move on.

I’ve never been real competitive. I mean, I want my team to win and I want to do my best. But I’m not an “OMG I HAVE TO WIN” type of person.

Recently, I’ve been having thoughts like these, especially in regards to running:

So this led me to this week’s (totally and completely optional) prompt.

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: Comparisons/Competition

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I’ve never thought of myself as competitive. I am who I am and try not to compare myself to others.

In the blogging world, I’ve always been confident in my stats (or lack thereof) and not worried about who was better than me.

But now that I’ve started running, and actually running RACES, with winners and stuff, I feel myself comparing my time and distance to others.

I have friends who can run 7 minute miles. I have friends who can run a half marathon without dying. I have friends who can (gasp) jog and talk AT THE SAME TIME!

I’m slow. I walk. I have to be quiet.

I’m not a “runner” in the sense that it’s natural to me.

Yet I compare myself to those who ARE natural runners.

I have to stop comparing myself to others and compete against ME. To do better than MY last time. To run farther than MY last distance. To complete a half marathon without ME dying.

I have to be better than ME.

Who do you compare yourself to or compete with?

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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