Take Your Time

It’s funny to me how something that I meant to be a short hiatus turned into a break for three months.

I joked at one point that it’s interesting how during the school year I can hardly do anything but blog, play on facebook, and hone my Pandora stations, yet during the summer, I hardly keep up with anything but the sun and books.

I typically beat myself up for this, but meh. There’s nothing good which come from that.

So, friends who are still paying attention, hello again! It is a pleasure to be back and starting an adventure again.

Wishing you lots of love

Joyed

It’s good to be home! 
My Mister and I spent Wednesday through Sunday in Texas celebrating his youngest brother’s high school graduation. I met that kid 5 years ago — he was 12 or 13. Geez. 
And I have a lot to tell you about this week! 
We have many, many garden updates. I have photos from The Mother Land (ahem, Texas). I have a clean home, my ankle is on the mend, and even if I was ticked off that there was cat litter in the bed last night (gross), I am a happy girl.
So, friends, I will see you back here this week and we’ll chat about life, gardens, and the bachlorette.

Hello, You

You. Yes, you. I am writing this for you.
I know you are reading this. And I want you to know I am writing this for you. No one else will understand. No one else knows. They think that this is for them. But it’s not. I am writing this for you.
I want you to know, life…it’s hard. Every day can be a challenge. It can be a challenge to get up in the morning. To get yourself out of bed. To put on that smile. But I want you to know, that smile is what keeps me going some days. You need to remember, even through the tough times, you are amazing. You really are.
You should be happy. You are gorgeous.
I know that the weather might not be perfect. You might have to turn your back to the wind or feel the cold nipping at your nose. But you know what, at least you are there to feel it. At least you can enjoy the sun’s warm rays on your face. Or that cold February wind biting at your cheeks. You know what that means?
You are alive.
Everything will be okay.

Little Orphan Annie

The husband came home and found me sitting on the couch watching the 1999 version of Annie.
I was enthralled. I loved Annie growing up, though I always watched the 1982 version (clearly).
It’s moments like these, when something classic comes on television that I get really excited. I was singing the songs with the characters, because who doesn’t? I grew up with this show — it was the first musical I ever saw and even though there was a very large and tall person sitting in front of me, I could still sing the songs and know what was happening. Because Annie was my childhood.
So, today, when the husband came home and said that he has never seen Annie before I felt a little bit sad. And he started wikipedia-ing it. Apparently, the movies were the last things to happen.
You first had the poem Little Orphant Annie
And then, we had the comics
And then the radio show
Then the musical in 1977
And finally the movies.
I love that this has been around so long.

Care Packages

I love getting mail. I really, truly do. I mean the mail that makes you all warm and fuzzy inside, not the type that says you need pay up or coupons that just make you spend more money to “save” money.

Yesterday I made it back to school and I even saw a client. It was a yucky day — ice everywhere and cold with the wind, but I made it. Mondays are long too. I get to campus at 9am and don’t leave until about 9pm. I also didn’t realize how “on” I am during the day with people. Needless to say, I was exhausted last night, mentally and physically. Emotionally too.

Then, I checked the mail. And, I had a package in it from Lindsey, a dear friend from home.

And in this package was a quadruple chick-flick feature dvd, kleenex, goldfish, soup, cough drops, chapstick and lovely card.

It was amazing and brightened my day.

So thank you, Lindsey for the incredible gift.

P.S. If anyone wants a love note, just let me know. I’m really loving writing them.