A chance meeting with an old friend today made me return to a nagging question I've been trying not to think about lately: why do I blog?
I don't want to be self-indulgent. I know bloggers/writers/people who are like this and desperately want to steer clear of this territory. I am just a 30 year old mom, raising a kid, taking care of a house, trying to keep things in perspective. I know reading about someone else's kid is entirely boring (unless you're his grandma or other such relative, hi mom), in most cases at least. I know I don't have many answers or much advice as far as being a good person or enlightening oneself or even cleaning one's house well. I am pretty average and am the first person to admit it, and relish in it. I don't expect everyone to be entertained by what I have to say.
That said I'm glad you're reading, whoever and wherever you are. I am going to keep telling some stories because I've got them, and someday I will be old and dying and there they will be, my stories written out, sometimes with pictures, for my grandkids and great-grandkids to read and laugh about. That's why precisely. Nothing more complicated than that!
So happy fourth, happy summertime, happy lemonade-standing, happy staying up too late, happy staying out after dark to watch for bats, happy eating whatever you've got in the fridge thrown together in a salad for dinner. It is a great time of year to be alive, with or without air-conditioning (I can attest to both this summer).
My kid is nuts and here's proof:
Want to come walk through my garden? You're invited, anytime. It brings me so much joy it might as well be my other kid. And it is such a work in progress, revealing itself little by little with much care and attention, much like a person might do:
We had visitors in June, my friend Sarah and her little guy Liam and baby girl Amelia. Just love those guys, and had a wonderful visit. Too short of course, but then that's how you know it's been a good visit! These two got on really well too:
Also been doing just a little bit of scrapping, and trying my best to enjoy all of it:
Time to get supper together!
Amiee
Summer makes me nostalgic. Is there anything grosser than finding the tubular shape of someone's used and discarded bandaid stuck to one of your personal belongings?
When I was a kid I had a pretty impressive collection of bandaids, some used, some new. I stuck them on what seemed like a very logical place at the time, my bedframe. I had neon bandaids, striped bandaids, smiley face bandaids, hello kitty bandaids, loony toons bandaids. I was always a bit of a collector, which has turned me presently into something of a hoarder; but alas, instead of collecting something cool and valuable (and therefore more valuable in the future), I kept things like used bandaids. Who knows what kind of germs and bacteria I kept covered with the fringe of my comforter.
I abandoned this bed frame in the confusion of moving from my last single-girl's apartment to my new husband's house, as I had much greater things to worry about at the time. Left out on the side of the road, complete with mattress and box spring, I'm sure it was a lucky find for someone in the cheap/quick-furnishings market, maybe someone like the girl I was a few years prior. Thus the question arises: what happened to my long lost bandaid collection? Did I tear them off one day prior to the big move into adulthood (depending on whether you count the first move out of my parents' house or the move into my husband's is open to interpretation as I am not completely sure of the answer...)? Or was someone else completely mortified when they found that their curbside find also harbored the disgusting cluster of discolored bandaids??
I also kept the more sanitary and germ-free pencil collections, stuffed animal collection, book collection, old calendar collection, CD collection, and later a Vogue magazine collection. Maybe there were more collections, these are the ones I remember (and still have in my basement/bedroom/Owen's bedroom).
What about you dear reader? Anything unusual or morbid that you collect or used to collect? I can't wait to stumble upon Owen's first hidden treasure trove. I know he has it in him. I hope it's something equally as weird or gross or peculiar. There is nothing better :)
Amiee
