spinning right into summer

TWO CLICKS and I'm into our August calendar at work! WOW. Time is just zipping by. (I schedule events at my job, many of them starting this late summer/fall). I remember when it took a click, click, click, click click to get to the date for those events!

I want to savor each moment of this summer. I want it to creep by in all it's hot and humid, picnics and friends, evening walks, window open, sun shine glory! I want to spend my extra time reading and praying and sleeping (all preferably by the beach).

like someone's squeezing my heart!

I've been hubby-less since Thursday. It was a good weekend, made a meal for a family friend, went to book club, slept a lot, went to a garden party with dear friends, cleaned and read.

BUT I must say that I have missed my amazing Husband in a huge way. Evenings in a quiet house sound dreamy, but get old QUICK, supper alone gives you too much time to think (let alone too many leftovers), dark houses and rooms and empty beds are not fun or secure feeling, waking with no morning kiss, and no best freiend to walk and laugh with- is all just not great. I love having my man around.

I'm glad he got to visit his little bro for a few days, but I'll keep him with me now I think. I pick him up in an hour and I about feel like we're dating again, and we've not seen eachother in forever and I just can't wait. Talking on the phone is NOT the same.

So all that to say: I love you Charlie, and I'm glad you're coming home to me.

welcome to the 20th century amanda

Warm water, soap...Dip...Hands and knees...scrub-scrub-scrub...scootch...scrub...scrub
*Repeat*
*Repeat* -take time to scrape off chuncks and hair collected on the rag and my hands. *Eeeeew.
*Repeat*
How do floors get so yucky with just the two of us walking on them?!?!


So this has been my chosen cleaning weapon on my kitchen, entry, office, and three bathroom floors.

WHY WHY OH WHY??!

I can't believe I have not used this dandy little cleaning tool more.

I'm pretty confidentI have not used it due to my need for perfection in house cleaning. Right or wrong I feel like getting down and scrubbing my floor gets more germs off. My mom used to do it like that when she really did deep cleaning and I guess that always stuck with me. i love the feeling of a deep-cleaned house.

BUT I choose NOT to consider the fact that this pain-stakingly long and thorough cleaning process then only takes place -tops- of twice a month. Hummmm...

So pondering this, I ran to Target and decided to get a mop. I aim to used it at least once a week, to wipe away our summer, bare-footedness off the floors.

I was thrilled, because it actually did a fine cleaning job, and was quite speedy, easy on my back, and did I mention how FAST?!

What do you do "the old fashioned way" because of habit or way of thinking- but have discovered along the way, it isn't always neccessary or the best?

Captured Moments

This is the lazy way to update. Hopefully I'll be able to do a little better here soon.
These are family pictures from Easter weekend. Then Anna-Banana and I went to Washington DC for a long weekend.
It's been an amazing spring so far. And if you notice the ticker on the very far right column, that's what's been taking my posting gumption. :-) We think it's a good reason.

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Always Twirl

This is exactly why  you should always, ALWAYS... twirl once in front of the mirror before  leaving the  house.   But just think how many people she  made smile throughout the day.    

Thanks Ang, for passing along this laugh. ;-)

This is a test. to

This is a test. to see just how much of a blog techy i am. my first mobile phone post! yay.

Vernal Equinox 2009

...I thought it'd never come!

Although I had know idea what that specific term 

meant until this morning.  *embarrassed* 

(or perhaps I just forgot, sorry mom)

First day of SPRING!  

The days become longer than the nights, 

the temperatures warmer than that of my freezer, 

and more reminders of new life than before!!

The above picture of the Chickadee is especially special to me.  

My Grandma Reed always used to sit 

with me on the swing in her driveway, overlooking the 

tree-filled backyard.  As we sat together swinging, 

she'd say, "Listen.  Do you here her?

 She's singing *Springs Here.*"  

We'd whistle back 'springs here' to her 

songfully, in happy agreeance as we searched 

for our hope-of-spring filled feathered friend.

Ah, the memories and promises of spring.  *sigh*