Saturday morning possibilities

Saturday morning always start with a big cup of coffee (or 3) and dreams about

the weekend...

figuring out how this new Nook thing works

and borrowing many books from the library

making inaugural big ol pot of soup for distract-athon 11/12

this is my new plan to keep myself excited/busy when Jesse is up on the

hill saving crazy skiers from certain doom. Yes it starts early. This

weekend he is out and about getting dropped off in the middle of the

woods with a compass and a pat on the back- good luck!

Thinking of starting with Corn Chowder...but multiplying the batch a

bit. Want to have leftovers for canning after I eat my fill this weekend.

finally going through that atrocious pile in the basement. Furniture Bank...get ready for me

procuring some new clothes. Cause its no longer summer. Oh and picture day is coming up. If I have to convince 12 wiggly toddlers to look at the camera (preferably smiling, but will settle for no fingers in noses, no pulling their neighbors hair and not running around the room) I get new clothes for the occasion!

sewing the purse that I started months ago. I think its about 75% done, maybe, hopefully

ohhhh and diving in to my newest library aquisition from Rachael Herron. I heart her. A lot

and I should probably finish pulling the garden...got most of the goodies out already but there still some odds and ends that are lonely out there. Pulling the garden feels like admitting summer is really over :( and a lot less fun then buying new clothes

5 years ago

this past weekend I once again loaded everything I owned up in my car and headed out cross country.

I was excited

to start a new/old job

to be surrounded by family and friends

to be in a place that was easier

I was nervous

to leave a project I poured my whole into

was I giving up and running away?

would my new outlook on life blend into my old life?

I was shaking

from the caffeine required to drive 1180 miles by myself

from the rumbling in my car as i coaxed it over the mountains again

from the snowflakes in October

(still in denial about this changing climates thing I only packed skirts)

I was grateful

to friends who welcomed me into their home

to a brother who met me halfway so I had a partner in crime

for having spending a year in a wonderful place and having an adventure

I was worried

that I was making a mistake

that I would regret not pushing through the hard part

that I was giving up

How has it already been 5 years?

I still listen to my fav radio station

I still crave the tacos and the coffee

(and am greatly disappointed they're so hard to find)

I still close my eyes and remember the view during my commute home

5 years and I don't regret it

I have wonderful memories of my adventures

I have confidence in knowing I can hack it by myself

In Cali I grew into myself. I sorted out my beliefs from my families and my friends and traditions that were taught to me. I decided who I was and what is important to me- what I value. What I want from life.

Those 14 months will always stand out as precious time to me. But I'm so glad to be here. To have that adventure and to have made it back home.

time to take a breath

I knew it was going to be one of those crazy busy weekends where you hit the ground running and actually look forward to Sunday evening and a return to normalcy...but I still loved it

Goodbye Friday Night date nights

the calm before the storm

buying dessert and drinks but no 'real food'

finishing a not so great movie just cause we had already invested an

hour into it

Goodbye country drive

Jesse needs lots more "practice" driving the fancy new work car and I need to find the perfect hair taming scarf for our convertible rides

Goodbye Family Time

Thrice in 2 days

the drama made me laugh

baby snuggles make it worth it

thankful for...excuses to make new recipes

plotting who gets to fill empty seats at the cool table

Taking a breath and gearing up for a new work:

a new kiddo in the room who seems to enjoy screaming No!

carving out 60 minutes for me, my aching shoulders and my masseuse

continuing work on the project, 100 rows in and its starting to take shape! Just ignore the fact that I seem to have lost 20 stitches