One month

That’s how long its been since I posted to my blog.

Holy shit.  Time flies.

Part of me feels like I need to apologize for such a long absence, but the other part of me realizes that my life demands that I be present and in the moment.  My family and my other responsibilities don’t always accommodate the time I need to put together a decent blog post.  We’re all busy and we all prioritize differently.  So instead of apologies, I’ll just say, HELLO WORLD!  I’ve missed you!

21 kidsThe past month has been a whirlwind of activity.  I’ve resumed my volunteer work as the garden docent for my son’s Kindergarten class.  I was also suckered into being the room mom for his class as well, so now between the school garden and working in the classroom to help his teacher, it’s like I have an almost full time job.  The upside is that now I’m openly revered by twenty one small people who look at me with undeserved wonder and admiration, thrilled that I know all their names and tell them how great they are at drawing stick people and gluing pasta to construction paper.  It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.

12019874_869646123089790_8745768548767870345_n[2]A few weeks ago, Dan and I snuck off to Chicago one more time for one last wedding among my college friends.  It was beautiful and amazing.  The weather was perfect for fall and the trees were just starting to change colors.  The bride was stunning and we were all a bit better behaved than at the last wedding.  I’d like to write a full post about it but I fear that I’d really just be repeating myself from the previous wedding post.  We drink a lot, we’re super badass, we love each other, we’re friends for life.  You know the drill.

And of course, there was Halloween!  Halloween is a big deal at our house.  We love it!  This year was especially awesome because the day fell on a Saturday, so instead of the usual week night rush to get dinner done, kids jammed into their costumes and start handing out candy to the toddlers who start trick or treating before dark, we had the time to really set up and participate in the evening.  My husband decorated the driveway with strobe lights, a smoke machine, black lights, and glow in the dark cobwebs all over the garage door.  What was super badass was my costume.  I was

Yup, I looked just like her.  LOL!

Yup, I looked just like her. LOL!

Maleficent.  When the kids rounded the corner of my driveway the first thing they saw was Maleficent standing in front of a strobe light surrounded by billowing smoke and eerie glowing cobwebs.  It was so fun!  The kids loved it and so did the adults.  Some of them asked to take their picture with Maleficent, which was a little weird for me but still fun.  We also driveway party with our neighbors on Halloween, so when the kids are done trolling the neighborhood, we all hang out in the driveway and drink wine.  At around 10pm a neighbor we hadn’t met came over to introduce herself.  She said she just had to come check us out because our driveway was the talk of the neighborhood the whole night.  Seriously!  I told my husband, “Did you hear that?  We’ve got a rep.  We’re the cool kids now.”  LOL!

Anyway, it’s been a busy and fun month.  With Thanksgiving coming I know things won’t be slowing down any time soon.  I look forward to catching up on all my favorite blogs and hopefully I’ll throw together some fun stories myself to share with all of you.  It’s not like I don’t have a ton of material.  Teaching gardening to a bunch of five year olds?  There’s a mountain of hilarity in there somewhere.  😉

Wanda Says…Happy New Year World!

happy new yearHappy New Year World!!!!!!!!!

I love starting the new year with good intentions.  I love the idea that everyone gets a do over.  A chance to make better choices,  or form a plan that somehow allows you to improve your life in some way.   So it’s fitting that my first post of 2015 will be about my New Year’s resolutions.

I know what you’re thinking.  How trite.  How B-O-R-I-N-G.  So typical.  So many people make resolutions and never keep them, myself included.  But I love the act of evaluating my life and the events of the previous year to set my course for the future.  I love the act of making a conscious choice to stop fucking shit up.

I think the reason so many people fail at their goals for the year is that they set their expectations too high.  I am also guilty of this and I can recall with painful clarity the moments over the years when my resolution failures became inevitable.  That moment every January 2nd when I said to hell with it and ate the cookie, cake, dessert, wine, pizza or other fried, delicious thing that officially broke the diet I started that morning.  This year I endeavor to break the mold.  This year, my resolutions will be completely attainable.  Low hanging fruit, so to speak, but fruit, nonetheless.

d2454645cd67290377a08d4d2d6ab067[1]1.   This year I will start my diet…..again….right after I finish eating the Godiva chocolate basket my mother-in-law gave me for Christmas.  It’s Godiva.  I’m not sharing it with anyone.  It’s mine.  I’ll work on being thinner after that delicious goodness is gone.  (Notice how I didn’t say I would lose weight?  I just said I would start my diet again.  See?  Low hanging fruit).

2.  This year I will do less laundry.  Bryn is old enough to learn how to do her own laundry and it’s time she started pulling her weight around here.  One less basket of laundry for me to wash and fold for someone else is one less week of procrastination a month.  That’s huge progress for me.  I can already tell it’s going to be a fabulous year!

This cat can sew better than I can.

This cat can sew better than I can.

3.  This year I will learn how to sew.  Bryn asked for a sewing machine for Christmas and her grandmother got her one.  It’s a real sewing machine and I need to help her learn to use it.  We will take a sewing class together so that I can learn alongside her and help her if she runs into trouble when she starts using her machine.  This is a sacrifice on my part because I have absolutely no interest in sewing, whatsoever.  But I look at it this way…….when the zombie apocalypse happens, people will need clothes when theirs get all nasty and torn with zombie warfare shit all over them, and as long as I know how to sew and make clothes, people will want to help keep me alive.  It’s a survival skill.

But this is a more realistic outcome.

But this is a more realistic outcome.

4.  I will grow a real garden this spring and use the canning equipment my husband bought me two years ago that’s sat untouched in the garage.  I’ve had a budding interest in gardening and canning for some time, and God only knows why.  I can’t imagine a hobby that more clearly declares that I am officially a boring, old woman.   It must be my Midwestern genes kicking in because no matter how hard I fight it, my instinct is to embrace the domestic goddess within me.  My head says, “I just want to paint my nails, lose weight and go buy leather pants,” and my heart is all, “No, you need to grow vegetables in the dirt, can delicious, preservative-free food for your family and plan for your future!”  (Sigh).  I think the domestic goddess is winning, and last year I had some success growing tomatoes and zucchini in my container garden.  The canning process still intimidates me, but again, it’s a survival skill.   If I can learn to do this,  I will know how to grow and preserve food when all the restaurants and grocery stores have been looted in the apocalypse and there is no food to be found.

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5.  I will drink more wine.  Wine is good.

I stole this picture from Facebook.

I stole this picture from Facebook.

6.  I will attempt to curse less.  Wait, what?  No, scratch that.  That won’t happen.

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7.  When my husband loads the dishwasher in a way that makes my OCD crazy, I vow that I will not rearrange everything the way that I want it.  Unless he isn’t home.  Then I will totally rearrange the dishes so they fit perfectly together they way the puzzle making dishwasher basket designers intended.

8.  And lastly, this year I am officially breaking up with wheat, depression, family drama, Spanx, people who take themselves too seriously, and my bathroom scale.  🙂

Also, to those of you who follow my Wanda, I just want to say thank you, from the bottom of my heart.  The past five months of blogging has been more rewarding and fun than I could have imagined.  I have loved reading your blogs and learning about so many of your lives around the world.    I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year!