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Earlier this month we moved from Texas to North Carolina. Like any move it was full of adventures and mishaps. I was telling a girl friend about some of them and she thought I should write a blog with my adventures in life and “I hear you can make money at it”. Well, I don’t blog to make money, and most of my friends do not know that I do blog. I thought I would randomly post about some of the things we found. It is only upon looking back at them are they humorous. I hope you don’t find them too boring.

Part of my husband’s relocation package included hiring packers to come in and do the boxing for me. While I did find it necessary to do some of the boxing ahead of time (especially for things like my china that I wanted packed very carefully) I am grateful for the help. The thing about hiring someone else to do the work for you is they never do it the way you would do it.

Unpacking boxes makes my blood boil. They seem to have gone out of their way to make setting up home difficult for me. I cannot figure out why they felt the need to separate items. They took the lids off of all of my canisters, the canisters were in one box while the lids were in another. They separated the electric tea kettle and the base that is need to make it work. The plastic bowls were in one box, and the lids are still MIA, I assume they are in one of many boxes yet to be opened.

One of the first boxes we opened, because the boxes were not labeled was my cookbooks. However, they also decided to add a jar of molasses from the pantry. The jar was not wrapped just dropped in the box. These items were not in the same location. REALLY GUYS!!! Who in their right mind would put a jar of molasses with books. Ok, I get that maybe being males you did not realize that molasses is a sticky thick syrupy substance but a glass jar of anything does not belong with books.

After I calmed down, I actually find it quite humorous. Do you have adventures from moving, I would love to hear about them.

What does Dr. Seuss have to do with my New’s Years Resolution?

I just finished reading a cute little book by Anne Emerick, “The Day I Met Dr. Seuss”. She attempts to write in the classic Dr. Seuss style about a young girl you wants to meet Dr. Seuss to find out how he made his books so magical. The answer she receives is quite profound.

“When people work hard at what they do best,
We often think of them as unlike the rest.”

For your sake, and mine, I will not attempt to write in rhyme. How often do we really work hard at what we do best? I spend more time attempting to improve on my weaknesses than mastering my strengths. But what would happen if I were to dedicate more time to what I do best?

That leads me to the question – what do I do best? I spend so much of my day doing what must be done as a wife, mother and teachers, that I have lost who I am along the way. When I decided to start blogging that was one question I asked myself – what ONE thing do I want to write about. Since I could not find an answer, I am writing about several different topics. As 2012 draws to a close, I think I will make my New Years Resolution to answer this question.

Now if you know me, which none of you do, you would know that I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions. While I know that I need to lose weight and keep a cleaner house and eat healthier, I don’t see the need to make a resolution that will go by the wayside in a few weeks (if not days). Maybe 2013 will be different! I will discover what I do best!

If you would like to check out “The Day I Met Dr. Seuss” head to Amazon or click the picture below. While the book is a complete work of fiction, the author’s note in the beginning of the book, along with the post script, make all the difference. Personally, I would not spend $2.99 on it and am glad I got it for free awhile back.

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R.I.P. Dobb

On Tuesday, November 11, Dobb went home.  I am proud to be the granddaughter of such an amazing man, and await the day we are re-united.

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As you may notice I took off some time to travel to his funeral and to be with family. But I am back and ready to go again.

This time “off” has allowed me to develop a plan for my blog.

  • MONDAY: American Heritage Girls (one of my major passions in life at this time)
  • WEDNESDAY: Cooking
  • FRIDAY: Crafting
  • I will save the other type of posts for the other days of the week

I think I am ready to begin this journey! Now if only someone was actually reading this…

Audience of One

The Daily Post on November 29th, encouraged us to “Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter.” Since this is my first official blog post, I changed it to be the one person I wish was reading this post. I have decided to write to my grandfather, affectionately known as Dobb. Dobb is 93 and currently under hospice care.

Dear Dobb,

First, I want you to know that I love you. Miles have kept us apart but you have always been close to my heart. You will never know how many times I have wanted to hear your voice, to sit and listen to you talk and tell stories. Dobb, you are loved.

You probably do not know this, but your house was always a place of comfort for me. Even as a little girl, I loved to swing underneath the Magnolia tree. How I will miss those days now! I remember eating watermelon on the picnic bench and saving the rinds for the chickens. I love how your furniture never changed. When we came home, I always knew what to expect. It was a constant in my ever-changing life.

Well, I’m older know, and how I still long for the days of sitting on your back porch, surrounded by plants. Or better yet, to sit in the chair next to you and just to have you talk to me. It has been so long since you have talked. As I am writing this, I realize how much I miss those days. To eat a bowl of soup made from the vegetables of your garden or to have you “carry me to eat” at the Stagecoach would be a band-aid on my heart right now. But this is not possible, so I will just have to keep those memories close to my heart.

I know that you are ready to go home now. While I will miss you, and will shed many more tears than I already have, I know that we will be okay. I promise to look after my Daddy. I don’t quite now how, but I’m sure I will figure that out as I go.

Until we see each other again… I love you and always will,

Your #1 grand-daughter

P.S. When you get to heaven please give Grandmother a great big hug from me and tell her that I love her too.