Can’t believe I already have our Christmas Card done–and I managed to get the calendars designed and ordered while still on sale.
Got the tree up tonight and putting lights up tomorrow. And there is snow in the forecast. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas and most of my shopping is done 🙂
Oh–and this is my 999th post. I can’t believe it. Who knows when I’ll get the 1000th post up–feels like it should be something special.
I almost made it. But I failed. I made it 26 straight days of posting. Totally forgot yesterday. I woke up at 4am and was momentarily crushed–but then felt this huge wave of relief. I can now only post when I want and when I feel like I have something to say. I like NaBloPoMo because it usually comes at a time when I am struggling to find time to blog and it forces the issue. But, about half way through the month–it becomes forced and not so much fun anymore.
I don’t know that I do it again next year–I’m too busy and this blog is a place for me to write. I don’t feel the need to be forced to write. Maybe next year I’ll create NaDissWriMo (National Dissertation Writing Month) as I will need to get that done and written. Anybody in?
The month is almost over and the end of posting everyday. I am three days away from completing another NaBloPoMo. Things have all of a sudden gotten really busy-judo 3x per week, gymnastics 1x per week, ice skating lessons, piano and work, etc.
I don’t know how all of this happened. I’m just thankful that my trip to Thailand has been postponed for one year due to the decestating floods that have struck Thailand. I don’t know how we would have done it all.
I’m overwhelmed just thinking about it. I can’t even think about my new job and that starts this coming week.
Can’t wait for Christmas and time to relax.
I am so thankful that I met my husband. So many of the amazing things that have happened to me have happened because I met my husband. I am so thankful for my kids, family, Ethiopia, love, health, employment. And it all started here:
Ignore the bear and the guys on people on the bikes, but the place in the background is where I worked and met Bill. It was so awesome to see this place that was such an important place in a commercial.
Happy Thanksgiving!
My kids are in private school. But what doesn’t much differ from public to private is fundraising. My kids’ school is pretty good about fundraising–there are two “sell” something fundraisers and two “give” something fundraisers. Not that there aren’t other ways to “donate.”
One of the other ways to donate is linked with one of the “give” something fundraisers. The school’s biggest fundraiser besides the annual fund giving is the Auction. It’s an amazing auction and generally pulls in 6 figures for support of the various funds at the school–scholarship, teacher development, unrestricted endowment, etc.
Each year at the auction–the parents of each class donates something to auction off. Which means that families are asked to make a contribution and then one parent is in charge of buying the item and reminding parents to donate. Somehow, I am that parent. The one whose emails we dread because they are reminding us to donate. This has become my life. I don’t know why I agreed to do this. Because I don’t particularly enjoy getting the reminder to donate emails. I often think, if I wanted to donate I would so stop asking. It’s not as nice being on the other side.
And now I’m the one sending them. I have sent three of them. Three. THREE. I hate myself already. People are quickly ignoring or deleting my emails–I’m sure.
I won’t send anymore–but right now I am the only one who has donated. And my donation certainly won’t get us much.
Embracing Imperfection 