Hello, Friends! Welcome to the November Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 11 awesome bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes....
Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Buzz on over!
Alex, the eldest
Micah, Alex's husband
C., The middle (son, 17)
J., The youngest (son, 11)
I have to be honest. This last month has not been an easy one. While my family has shared some laughs and accomplishments, we have also been torn to the core over personal events. Some stories are not mine to tell, others are just too painful to write about at this time. I keep trying to decide if any of this even needs to be said. Yet, I know I'm not alone. I know others are struggling with their own stories. For those of you carrying a weight on your shoulders, I say without pity or any condescension, "Fight for and celebrate each smile."
Here are some of mine:
Everything old is new again?
Me: (to no one in particular) "I think I'm ready to paint the fireplace."
The Man: "You always say that. Then you say it's a cardinal sin to paint brick."
Me: "I know, but I think I'm going to paint it."
All three kids and probably everyone else in the world: "Don't paint it!!"
Photos to come.
Alex: (texting me this photo) "Mom, do you remember when you had one of these? We are at the Salvation Army and it's really cheap. Do you want it?"
Alex: "Why not? "
Me: "Because your dad and I just dropped it off this weekend."
The boy with many faces:
J. had a busy month!
"Dress like a NERD day." This would be a funnier photo if I took a picture of J. standing next to the man on any given day.
J. not moving a muscle. It was "Wax Museum Day"
Dressed for the school Halloween Party, because TWO costumes!
Evening Costume: "1st Order Storm Trooper" because, MASKS!
Everything is NOT "New Again"?
The man was back east for a week for work. Usually he sends me photos of his cool hotel rooms or awesome food I would never make. (This time it was scallops) Ack. I usually send back pics of PB and Js or Mac and Cheese. You know, something to make him miss home.
On a Tuesday, I receive a text with these photos:
The Man: Yes, I'm booked here for the next three days. It's an old Farmhouse from the 1700's. Kind of creepy. You would not love it.
Me: "Oh Good Gravy. (not the words I used.) That place looks haunted. Do NOT bring home any evil spirits. I'm definitely painting our fireplace now.
The Man: "I know. I don't have a car, so I'm kind of stuck here. At least the Internet is good."
I share the photo/text with C.
Me: "Well, you could always sew a flag in the corner rocking chair..."
C.: "Are they going to make you go outside and chop lumber for your room?"
The Man: "No. I already miked the cows, so I did my part."
C.: Of course. How else were you going to get butter for the continental breakfast?"
Everything Great and Mom's not ready!
C. was accepted into the Aerospace Engineering program at Utah State this week. We were thrilled to learn that he also earned a Presidential Scholarship, which pays for his first four years of school. Some call it a "free ride", but we say that he worked for every bit of it.
Everything Comes Down to a Smile:
J. (bringing in the mail) "Well, I guess she found out her secret!"
J.: "Victoria." He looks closely. "There's no secret."
Me: (running toward the door, trying to grab the catalog this 11 year old is probably already gawking at.) "Oh. Ha ha!"
It's an English magazine I received as a gift.
Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:
Happy Friday, Friends,