Ahhh, Saturday morning, and nothing on the agenda until this afternoon. That does not happen often. So what did I do to celebrate? I made myself a nice hazelnut/vanilla coffee blend, plopped myself on the couch with my favorite mug and cozy blanket, flicked on the “Property Brothers” on HGTV — I will not say I’m obsessed (see topic “My Obsessions” below), but I have become quite addicted to this series — and I began writing this post.

Then I was reminded that, in a momentary lapse in common sense, I had agreed to let my son, Max, have three of his friends sleep over; his twin sister … two friends. What was I thinking? Only God knows at this point.

Seriously, am I insane? A bunch of 7th- and 8th-grade boys and girls hanging out together in the same house, overnight, during the peak of their adolescence? One word sums this phase up — HORMONES — and I had placed myself smack dab in the middle of this whirling sea of those unpredictable xxxx on purpose last night. Yikes!

This is the phase of their young lives when the cooties have somehow been cured, the boys and the girls actually wanted to hang out together. Albeit, it was while watching a Celtics game, thank goodness, but still, Momma couldn’t fall asleep on the couch watching a Lifetime Movie last night due to the regularly scheduled basement checks I implemented. So, I snuggled up with my favorite 10-year-old, and watched “Alice in Wonderland” (“The one with real people,” Shea informed me), until the game was over.

Then I banned the boys to the basement, and the girls to the second floor, feeling good enough to go to sleep, with an entire floor separating the sexes.

But I forgot about how these energy/hormone-filled adolescents would affect my calm and peaceful morning of doing nothing. Before I could write this post, I kicked them all outside, stopping once to grab my camera and take a few pictures of their outdoors activities: They were playing capture the flag.

(Once again I’m having camera issues. I still haven’t found my little pocket camera, and the Compact Flash drive for this camera isn’t being recognized! I’ll get this all figured out one of these days.)

Who said kids are growing up too fast these days? It’s awesome when you get to see these older kids, that won’t let you kiss, hug, or talk to them in public, still being kids! That happens about as often as getting a morning to chill out with my favorite “cup o’ joe.”


After my OCD post the other day, and my insistence that I don’t have a problem, friends and family have taken it upon themselves to point out when, indeed, I am exhibiting some behaviors consistent with an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Wonderful!

The most recent observation came from my mother this morning: “Hey, mom. Have you been reading my posts?” “Yes, I have,” she replied, “and I noticed once again you spoke of having an obsession.”

What is she talking about? This little line in yesterday’s post — “Still confused, I went to my recent obsessionThe Huffington Post, for some more information” — apparently. Thanks for pointing that out to me mom. I don’t know what I would do without your continual efforts to keep me honest, grounded, and realistic about who I am. Ugh.


As I have mentioned in the past, the end of 2011 and the beginning of 2012, were marred by the loss of my grandfather and my father-in-law, and our home was not the happiest of places to be. To make matters worse, my mother had a serious eye infection/virus return that already had resulted in a corneal transplant three years ago, and now, unable to see again in that eye, she will have to undergo another surgery, and long recovery.

So finding some way to create a little happiness out of a sad situation was way over due.

The backstory: When my father-in-law died, and Mark and I made the trip to Alabama to say goodbye, we helped my mother-in-law go through the closets, and took some shirts, sweatshirts, etc. of his that we would like.

When we returned home each of the kids picked out a shirt to remind them of Grandpa, but they didn’t know that I had another surprise up my sleeve. I had taken two bags of Grandpa’s old flannels home with me to have made into special gifts for each of the grandchildren and my mother-in-law.

After two months of waiting, the surprise was unveiled yesterday:

Grandpa Bears for everyone! Shea instantly grabbed his (each has a heart with a name in it so everyone knows they will always be in Grandpa’s heart and he in theirs), and squeezed. My heart broke when I saw the tears begin to well up in his eyes. He had been having the hardest time of all the kids in the house since Grandpa died, and I instantly regretted my surprise. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

“Are you OK?” I asked hesitantly. Shea absentmindedly wiped a tear from his cheek and smiled, “These are tears of happiness, mom. I’m really happy.” Heart still breaking here …

If you are interested in having a loved one’s memory turned into a physical keepsake, I have to recommend Joanie Lequin. I found her in the phonebook, and dropped off my fabric to her at her home in Savoy, Mass., in the middle of nowhere, and for a price that NO ONE CAN BEAT, she made my son smile through his tears.

Thank you Joanie! To reach Joanie e-mail her at joaniessewing@gmail.com or call 413-743-7088. I’m sure, for a little extra, she could mail your keepsake out to you.


I’m stealing an idea from blogging queen Tina Haupert at Carrots ‘N’ Cake, and I’m hoping she doesn’t mind. I’m going to try and add a question to the end of each blog post to see what tens of thousands of people who are reading this blog (OK, maybe only a hundred or so, but I can hope) are thinking. So here it is:

QUESTION OF THE DAY: If you could create one memento from something that belongs to a loved one what would it be?