Monday, January 16, 2017

Bits and Pieces

Ah, the mother's life. For you ladies who work outside the home, I honestly don't know how you do it. My work -- writing, (soon teaching) and selling vintage -- ALL can be done from home.
I'm lucky.

Actually, luck has zero to do with it. I chose these things so I could be with my kids. But, that I CAN do this -- work from home-- is a huge blessing.

Obviously, not every woman gets to choose their working life specifics, due to life's curve balls and what not. But, for the moms who do everything and work outside the house, I'm sure something's got to give.

I was thinking more about this, while I pondered our living room and dining room. It looks pretty clean because my boys don't hang out much in there. I like this. When the rest of the house is a mess, I can always stand here and pretend the whole house looks this spotless.

So, what has to give?

1. An entire spotless house. I guess Cheerios on the floor for many days isn't awful (or the rest of the food I find on it everyday. I could literally feed someone three square meals with the amount of spilled food that I clean/sweep/wash away everyday.) These Cheerios are essentially a snack for the dog, and even for the kids if they can find them.(It doubles as a scavenger hunt, too). See how happy my pup is when she gets to be the vacuum cleaner.


2. Washing laundry loads -- the light clothes and the dark clothes -- together. Woah. Is that even a rule we should break? I think so. In fact, much to my mother's dismay, I break this rule all the time. I'm already way experienced in this!

3. Cooking foods for dinner that I could easily cook for breakfast. While it's wasn't pancakes last time I cooked a breakfast dinner (it was egg burritos, which are amazing), I've got to say, this is such an easy time saver! And I've yet to meet a kid -- or any person actually -- who doesn't like breakfast for dinner.


So, hats off to working (outside the home) moms. The perfect house and home isn't an option, but it can be close (I'm thinking) by cutting a few corners that no one is going to miss.

And for a random bit, I just read this on an awesome social media app called Litsy, which is strictly for book lovers -- write reviews, find books you want to read, hang with other bibliophiles. You should check them out

Anyway, saw this pic in my Litsy feed. Read it! ↓
Did you know? How amazing. Looks like a great book about random bookish things written by Jen Campbell, called The Bookshop Book. I think I need it!

Have a great week, all.

-Heather



Friday, November 11, 2016

Autumnal Changes

Every single time I tell myself I'm going to write at my blog more.
 And every single time I don't.

Regardless, my sis reminded me that I had a blog, and I realized I hadn't said hello for three months; for 90 days; for roughly 2160 hours!

A lot transpires in three months.

And an exceptional amount has transpired in the last few days.

Here's a small rundown.

It's Fall! Glorious glory. Better weather, perfect season for the most perfect layered clothing, best time of year.

When my neighborhood looks like this, how can I not love it more?


The trees look like this:




We look up and see more of this!




We drink more of this (Well, I drink the coffee any time of year, but I'm not sweating while drinking it hot now. So hey!)



A very unforgettable election and voting process just occurred.
My dog's face ↓ pretty much depicts how I feel.
About both candidates.
Note the blue and red in the blanket.
(And note how well they go together!)
I feel lost actually.

I didn't like either candidate, so I don't feel like
I fit in anywhere right now.
I have good, good friends on both sides of the aisle.
I love all of them.
I care much about them.
And I hurt when they hurt and rejoice when they're happy.
BOTH sides.

Even though I have my opinions, and I'll tell you who I voted for if you ask,
I still feel sorrow. Sorrow that we're divided. 
Being a pacifist isn't very popular, and probably impossible to maintain,
but sometimes that's all I want.
I want us all to be on the same page.

But, I will continue to love. And will I continue to hope.
Because with God, all is possible.

It seems right that an election takes place in Fall. It's the old, dying away,
preparing to bring in the new.
Good or bad, change is hard.
But change, and hardships, are what make us stronger.

And that is the goal. To be a better version of us, with every trial
or triumph we encounter. And I believe good will come from this change.

So, this is what I'm focusing on. Still. Because I believe in this. ↓









Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Last Week of Vacation



I would try to list all the things we did with the kids this summer to keep them and us busy alongside work and everything else, but instead, I'm just going to show you last week. 

Had to get a Rivercats game in. Our local AAA team is
pretty amazing. And even if our season has been less than stellar,
we won that night.
So there you go.





It wouldn't be summer without a trip to the optometrist, right?
My eyes are slightly worse in the first time of EVER. (I turned 40 recently, that was
definitely a summer event ... that I don't want to talk about. You understand).
But, my wonderful father is said optometrist, so it's always a fun
visit. Thanks Dad!




We usually squeeze in a trip to IKEA.

Random trivia: We bought this exact table and chairs 10 years
ago as a "temporary" fix for the dinette until husband made a better one.

Here's a couple other trivia things to note:

1. We paid $120 ten years ago. Woah. Inflation.
2. We still have this "temporary" table. Using it. Daily. Nightly.
3. IKEA tables and chairs are obviously FAR sturdier than you ever thought possible. Who knew?
4. I'm still waiting on that other table.
5. I'm way more patient than my husband tells me I am. Case in point.




This puppy of mine loves to swim and be with her "brothers." Even when she's done swimming,
she'll watch them play. 
From the comfort of my chair.




We went to San Francisco. Gorgeous view here from
Twin Peaks.



Went to the beach. Boys had never been to the SF ocean.
Even though somehow only I'm in this picture, I swear
the whole fam was there.




Visited this bridge, as we usually do.
It was 55 degrees when I took this picture and
99 degrees in Sacramento at the exact same time.
Not sure WHY we live in Sacramento.
Oh right. Cost of living in SF is one of the worst in the world.
Ah, but the bridge sure is amazing.




Another awesome view of said bridge.





Okay, seriously folks. Who doesn't go to the California Academy of Sciences with their kids
ever until last week and now that my oldest is 15 years old? We do. That's who. So lame of us
because this place is amazing. We only visited the day,
but we could go back for days more.
And might I add that I saved $5 with my student ID!
Woop woop! Haven't saved money with that kind of ID in twenty years.
And here I thought  being 40 was all bad.

(Never mind that the ticket lady thought the student ID was initially for my oldest. Just kidding! But, maybe not. She probably did and didn't say anything ... I could be over thinking this.)


Happy August and I'm going to say it, Happy Fall, because when kids go back to school
even if it's in August and it's 102 degrees, I think Fall and Autumn, and pumpkins and cool, crisp
weather and apples, and fires and sweaters and boots and ... 


Saturday, June 4, 2016

My Little Corner of the Writing World

You know, for being a writer, I sure don't blog a lot. I mean, I'm a failure when it comes to this. I started my blogs because, let's face it, what's a writer (or who's a writer, really) without one?

It's like the necessary notebooks, books, journals, pens, computers, PCs -- on at the same time while on my phone as well, but that's another story for another time -- that a writer needs and wants that co-exists nicely with the incessant dialogue or scene setting that goes on in a writer's mind.

It's perpetual. It's never-ending. And it's lovely.

And I have kids. Kids can kind of take every living ounce of strength and will-power out of me, so that I don't want to write. At all. Like, at all all. Like ever again.

Okay, not true. That part just isn't true. But, their constant energy and living their schedules, warrants an IV caffeine drip into my right arm.

So it's ironic and very lackadaisical of me to not be writing here at my blog --my little corner of the world -- for perhaps maybe five readers. As the adage goes, if you're not writing, you're not a writer. This little "corner" should be my go-to. Especially when I'm not writing.

And while not writing doesn't not make me a writer really, in the basics of it, not writing doesn't further my writing skills. Therein lies the problem.

So, why am I not blogging? Am I just lame? Am I taking too may selfies? Is coffee just too much of a priority? (rhetorical question- the answer to that is a resounding "no.")
I'm not blogging probably because I'm writing other things. But, that's so incredibly backwards and ridiculous.

I SHOULD BE WRITING EVERYTHING as much as I can.

Okay. Here's a couple valid reasons (that I've rounded up in the last seven seconds) as to why it takes me darn-near two months between each post. Fair warning: some of you will be reading some new information here that I've not shared before.

1. I write monthly for an online magazine, called Society Letters. (You knew this.)

2. I will be writing monthly for my local magazine, called Gold River Living. (You don't know this. But now you do).

3. I am currently in school, online school, but school none-the- less through University of Wisconsin, Stout. I'm acquiring an online teaching credential. The teaching thing was a long-time coming. Now that the kids are growing up, I'm able to ponder this possibility again, so getting a credential is the next step. And teaching online as a precursor to in-class teaching, could be -- and may be --  the ultimate goal. I haven't decided that yet, either. (You didn't know this one for sure, but now you know).

4. I'm always thinking about my work-in-progress, a mid-grade fiction book that has yet to find an agent. Heck, it has yet to be edited fully and then submitted. Someday. (You knew this).

5. I also have another blog, for my vintage stuff. Blog ◄ (You may or may not have already known this. I blog there twice as much as I do here!!! Once a month. Yeah. Lacking.)


So, there you are. Five reasons I don't blog as often as I should.

←And this furry thing.  She doesn't help ... but she sure saves my sanity.

Having said all that, I hope to be back here soon.

Thanks for your perpetual patience.

-HJS