Undecided

What kind of 'vert are you if you swap from extrovert to introvert to something-in-between on a daily basis?

I've had complete and total flip-flops throughout my life which have left me a little bit confused. My first memories are of being painfully shy, not wanting people to notice me, and feeling very insecure because I was not pretty and blonde like my big sister.

Then I hit 7th grade (that's grade 7, in Canadian-speak) and decided that I was missing a lot, and I was going to become outgoing. So I did. That's when I discovered that what people think of you comes from what you think of yourself. This has been immensely helpful in job interviews! On the flip-side, it's also when I learned to start thinking of myself as I wanted to been seen. I stuffed away all the parts of me - my preferences, thoughts, habits - that weren't cool.

Since then, I've more than doubled in age. I'm still not very smart, and still struggle to make decision that aren't based soley on what will make other people like me, but I'm starting to rediscover my likes and dislikes. How elementary is that?

So I guess if I want to be an anti-social home-body one day, a gad-about-town the next day, and the hostess-with-the-mostess on the days in between, that's ok. And it's also OK that I like both John Foggerty & Lady Ga Ga; trashy smut & Willa Cather; homegrown-homemade-organic & Burger King; PBS and Jersey Shore.

I. Don't. Have. To. Be. The. Same. Person. Every. Day.

Country Living

I love where we live. I love looking out the window to see mama cows grazing and baby calves cavorting. I love having a happy-go-lucky dog who trots about in the pasture enjoying country life.

I do not enjoy having to ruin Luke's fun when he toddles over to play with something that Katie (the dog) has brought home from her travels.

Perhaps the dog whisperer has suggestions for training a dog to realize that cow placenta does not make a pleasant lawn ornament.

Don't worry. There are no photos to accompany this post.

Short Nights, Long Days

"I think I'm a little tuckered out," Milo said.

"It is possible to over frolic," the deer murmured.

I think I have overfrolicked this week.

Am looking forward to a grown-ups-only weekend

(or, rather, 24hrs) away with the hubby.

I hope the tables are kind to us.

A Boy's Best Friend

After a walk outside this crisp, beautiful, sun-filled morning, Luke wasn't quite ready to leave Katie (the dog) and come inside. So, being the doting mother that I am, I left him out there and told him to knock on the door when he wanted to come in. Don't report me! I kept an eye on him while sipping my coffee in the cozy house. It was precious! He stood in front of Katie, eyeball to eyeball, and launched into a two minute lecture while tossing rocks (as boys are wont to do). She listened and wagged her tail non-stop. The best playmate ever!

the picture above is not our Katie-dog, and was take a few months ago,
but it is taken in the same place where this morning's lecture was delivered.
:)

Knock it off

Oh, how I wish for one of these:

and one of these:

and one or both of these:

Especially since I found this site with plans for knock-off versions of
some of my favorite pieces of furniture
(I think I have a little blog crush).

Oh, how I also wish I didn't have such a fear of saws in general.
I have yet to master the circular saw and reciprocating saw--
beginner's stuff, really

Maybe some day...