It's Like Final Exam Season

We're getting ready for a big house move in about two and a half weeks.  It is expected but unexpected and so I feel very stressed.  It's like final exam and last paper time.  When you're cramming and studying so hard yet procrastinating.  You wonder how on earth it will all come together but it does.

Everything will get done.  All the pieces will fall into place.  And once it is over, we will breath a deep sigh of relief and sit back and relax.

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I had promised myself that I would write daily here but I don't know if I'll be able to with this crazy move.  I'll do my best especially since I committed to participating in the September National Blog Posting Month but we'll just have to see.  My priorities have shifted.

Laughing Out Loud

How often do you laugh out loud?  I mean really laugh out loud?

I think that I do it at least two or three times a day.  Mark cracks me up.  I'm so lucky to have found a man who brings a smile to my lips and a belly laugh at least two or three times each day.  But I can also crack myself up.

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When I broke my foot in 2009, I had a bit to drink with friends out one night and came home with a very full bladder.  At the time, I lived at the top floor of a walk up building (ie, no elevator).  It took me quite a while to get up the stairs with a non-weight bearing injury (meaning that I could not put any weight on that foot/leg).  By the time I got to the top floor, I was laughing so hard at myself that I wet my pants, which made ma laugh at myself even more.

Mark is determined to make me laugh so hard that I wet my pants.  He thinks that if I can crack myself up so hard I wet my pants that he can too.  We'll see about that one!

Now, I have never wet my pants since and I don't plan to anytime soon but who knows.  I think that if I wet my pants from laughing so hard or if I'm laughing so hard that tears run down my face it's a very good day!

What is your funniest moment?  What makes you laugh out loud?

Looking for the Light In the Dark

There are days that seem darker than lighter - metaphorically - for me lately.  When there is more darkness than light I try to find the good.  The positive.  The happy.  The things that make me smile.

Like my husband sneaking into the kitchen when the dishwasher is finished running and quietly emptying it.  Lifting items as quietly as he can and putting them away so that I don't have to do it and so I won't know - but I do and I let him.

Like when the driver of a car rapidly approaching me as I prepare to cross a street suddenly slows down and lets me cross without worry.

Like when the old man in the grocery store moves his cart out of my way and asks me how I'm doing.

Like when an old friend reaches out unexpectedly.

Like when a happy song comes on the radio and it makes me smile.

My life is not tough.  It is not rough.  There are way more good than bad.  I'm lucky and I'm grateful.  So when there is some darkness I just need to breath my way through it and know the light is just around the corner again.

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I can't wait...Enough said.  If you haven't read the books.  Go.  Now!

Five Reasons to Love Three-Day Weekends

1.  Three (Saturday, Sunday AND Monday) sleeping in opportunities

2.  More chances to eat out

3.  Pretty much two Saturdays (real Saturday and second Saturday aka Sunday)

4.  More outdoor time

5.  Extra time with my husband!! 

These are my top five reasons for loving three-day weekends.  What are your reasons to love long weekends?

I Don't Know How She Does It

I read the book by Allison Pearson many years ago and I loved it.  It is New York, working mom chick lit at its best and I'm so excited that it has been turned into a movie with one of my favorite Sex and the City stars, Sarah Jessica Parker!  It releases in about two weeks and I can't wait!  This will be one where I leave my husband at home.

The film also features one of my new favorite actresses Busy Phillips, who cracks me up!

I definitely recommend the book (not sure if you need to read it before you see the movie though).

Unofficial Start to Fall

While the first day of Fall doesn't start until September 23, I always feel like the first of September with the impending approach of Labor Day weekend is the unofficial start of Fall.  When I was in school, it meant that school either just started or was just about to start.  And to me, the start of school means the start of Fall.

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Fall is truly one of my favorite seasons.  I've written about it here and here.  I can't help myself.  There is something exciting about Fall to me.  While Spring is a season of new beginnings with new tree buds, flowers blooming, new farm animals being born, Fall to me is also the start of a new beginning.  The start of a new school year.  As much as I rebelled in high school, something must have been ingrained in me through a love for school when I was much younger that brings joy in the start of Fall.

Happy September 1!

Do you love Fall as much as I do?  Do you consider September the start to a new year even if you're not in school anymore?