Planners, Puppy Dogs, and Walking

September 11, 2014


The battle to get organized is on….I have a monster master planner now.

When Jared and I were newlyweds, a local family was incredibly kind to us and I remember marveling how the mom of the family had it all “together” all the time. And I remember she had a moderately large binder she used to keep up with everything for the family. It wasn’t fancy and was homemade, rather than a commercial planner. I was just amazed that she could keep up with everything with her household of six people.

I tried to do this a couple of years ago, but I really was just too scattered to handle it at the time.  This go-round, the binder contains the following:

–Calendar
–Daily Planners
–Meal Planner and Ideas
–Blog Items
— Photo Items
–Kids’ Activities

Each section has several sub-sections….the calendar contains a gift-planning section, the meal section has room for brief recipes, the daily pages contain a section for a shopping list…it took a full day and a half to get the thing put together and then I ended up having to purchase an actual binder instead of re-using an old one as planned because I needed a full 2-inch binder rather than re-using the 1-inch binder I already had on hand. Luckily, that was the only real investment, and it was far cheaper than a commercial planner.

So far, so good.  I just never find any commercial planners that contain everything I need to keep up with my family’s stuff, along with my own needs. I’m sold on the make-your-own planner method.

So that’s it on the domestic front.  Besides this clown:

This girlie is just our little manipulative clown. That having been said, she is an excellent guard dog….she lets us know whenever she hears the slightest noise. At 3 am, that’s not the most welcome thing in the world. Last night was a short night thanks to Abby alerts over, well, nothing at all.

A health update…there is definitely a correlation between my moods and my blood pressure, but I think I may have mentioned that correlation before. My cardiologist wants me walking a full hour a day. AN. HOUR. A. DAY. I haven’t been that active in years, but I intend to follow through with it. I managed thirty minutes of stair-stepping yesterday morning and that gave me a good idea of how much work I have ahead of me to get back in shape. I’ll admit though…the endorphins from the exertion did set in and it reminded me what I love about exercising. I’m hoping that’s the ticket to getting rid of the rest of the weight I need to lose.

That’s all I have for now.


Baby, Blankets, Salt, and Rashes

September 4, 2014


This one is growing up….oh my.

I’m fixated for the moment on making crochet blankets. I haven’t finished a one, but I have several blankets started. I have this fantasy of giving them as Christmas presents, but we’re awful close to the end of the year to be making full blankets with that particular goal in mind.  Stay tuned for what happens.

I’m finally losing weight again.  I lost thirty pounds relatively quickly after Oliver was born, but I gained ten pounds back relatively quickly a few weeks ago. I upped my salt intake dramatically– I salt everything nowadays– and that seems to help. I’ve also started wearing my compression stockings religiously again. My blood pressure has been insanely low, but that seems to happen on the days that I haven’t gotten enough salt. The salt intake helps the swelling all over go down, too, thank goodness. I never thought salt deficiency would ever be something I’d need to worry about, but salt seems to help the postural tachycardia like none other.

We’re on day 2 with some weird rash on the big boys. They’re home from school because we’re just not certain it’s not contagious. They went on a hike in the woods on Monday, but the rash is still spreading even as I type this. They are covered from head to toe in calamine lotion! I hope for more answers later today, as I suspect we’ll make a second trip to the doctor’s office in as many days.

We’re on the cusp of a gigantic home overhaul, both belongings and organization-wise. I can’t wait for it to be done, but wait I shall.

That’s all I have for today.


Project: Overcoming Laziness, an Update

August 17, 2014


So, things are not perfect on the overcoming laziness front, but they are better.  As in, I can happily report that our foyer, as you can see from the photo, has finally been successfully assembled back to its original state.  Original, but better… we opted to put up some sentimental watercolors rather than the stock posters that decorated the wall last go-round.  Jared and I were busy this afternoon.

I also managed to get through a good portion of the old yoga routine I used to do and my heart rate was within a normal range at the end of it.  With the postural tachycardia, that’s no small feat but I know as part of treatment, exercise is an imperative.  Time to just do it.

The laundry is making progress such that it is not consuming all floor space, but resolving that issue will just take time.

In photography news, I’ve just been taking lots of photos around the house, mostly of tea pots and bells.  Nothing too exciting at the moment.

That’s all I have.


Focused Healing

July 9, 2014


I’d like to say that every post here will be shiny and pretty and uplifting.  But, that just isn’t how I operate.  I get pretty bleak sometimes, baring my emotional scars.  Sometimes it feels like I’m wearing them on my forehead.

I should heed the phrase, “trigger warning,” more carefully.  An article I read earlier whose title started with the phrase set me into this mood almost instantaneously.

I was in a great mood late yesterday, upbeat about the world.  I was in the mood to make plans and those plans were realistic and progressive in nature.  Life was good.

Life is still good.  Nothing about my external circumstances has changed.  I still intend to make and follow through with plans.

Stupid article, that one I read last night, the one that sent me to the place that caused me to start drafting this post.  If I didn’t know better, I’d stop reading when I come across stuff like that.  Maybe I am finally learning to know better.

Suffice it to say that I don’t wonder about evil in the world because I’ve seen it firsthand.

That’s all I care to say about the causes of those scars.  The sources of those scars deserve no more attention than the acknowledgement that they are evil.

Thankfully, these days I can bring myself back to the process my psychiatrist is teaching me, a process of sorts that we’ve worked years to achieve.  Focus on the photography.  Focus on the present and the future, the past is irrelevant.  Bring my mind back to my safe house, here in the present with my sweet dog and even sweeter baby boy both lying beside me.

There is safety of my family’s rhythm, safety in my hobbies.  Today I will fall hard into both of these things.


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