No Tackle it Tuesday this week

I had my Tuesday playgroup and Babysitter’s Club both here yesterday — about twenty kids in the house over the course of the day. Needless to say, I didn’t get anything organized (unless you count the toys that I picked up.) 🙂 Tune in next week for…THE REFRIGERATOR.

Happy 12th Anniversary, John!

Twelve years ago today, at about this time, I married the love of my life. We were just babies, really, and we are so fortunate that we have grown up *together*. John and I were talking a few weeks ago about some aquaintance’s drama. I don’t remember who or what, but he said something about being glad that neither of us were into drama. I think that is a huge part of making our marriage successful. We choose not to create drama. We choose to be happy. We choose to love each other.

Having such a great guy for a husband does help, I admit. John gets better looking every year! He’s a wonderful father and a good provider. He’s grown into the spiritual leader in our family. He makes me a better person. I love you, babe!

Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

Often, how quickly I finish a book is an indicator of how much I liked it. This was not the case with Wicked: The True Story of the Wicked Witch of the West. While I usually devour books on roadtrips and over holidays, life with a toddler doesn’t allow the same level of voracious reading. This book took me a good three weeks to read, but I enjoyed every minute of it.

I have a love / hate relationship with The Wizard of Oz. I really enjoy the movie and the songs, but I have strong memories of it because it prompted my first nightmare. Eerily, I had a dream while reading Wicked that was partly inspired by this book, too.

The story is just what the title says. Every person has a story, circumstances that shape who they are and how they feel and act. In our lives, we are usually just concerned with our story and maybe those of the ones we love and are close to. In fiction, it is the same. We all love Dorothy and know her story. In this book, Gregory Maguire gives us Elphaba’s story. Yup, the Wicked Witch of the West has a name! (L F B, L. Frank Baum’s initials, get it?) In fact, she’s not even really a witch, she was just born green to the consternation of her parents.

I like seeing things from a different perspective, and here we get to see the story leading up to the infamous tornado, the tornado, and what follows.

I recommend the book and look forward to seeing the Broadway production someday.

Tackle it Tuesday — getting started

Tackle It Tuesday Meme

It’s actually, Wednesday, I know, but since Monday was a holiday, my week’s schedule is a day off. My housekeeping schedule is Monday: bathrooms, Tuesday: organization, Wednesday: living areas or bedrooms, Thursday: tile floors, Friday: vacuum. The idea of Tackle it Tuesday, hosted by 5 Minutes for Mom, fits perfectly with my schedule. Each Tuesday, I’ll tackle an organizational project and post the details here.

This week, I worked on the LLL library. We have three bins full of books, but I’d say only three or four titles are regularly checked out. I weeded through and posted about twenty of our books on paperbackswap. Nine have already been requested, so I have those packaged up to take to the post office tomorrow.

Paperbackswap is a great resource for readers (and declutter-ers)! You list books you want to get rid of. When a book is requested by another user, you pay the shipping ($1.59 media mail) to send that person the book, and you get one credit in your account. You use your credits to request books you want. You can keep a Wishlist of books you want and be notified when those are posted or even have them automatically ordered for you. It’s totally free, except for your shipping expenses.

(If you happen to sign up, please mention me as your referee — I’m ajfowle on paperbackswap.)

Joys of the Season

Happy New Year! I really enjoy Christmas. The days after Christmas Day are my favorite part of this Holy season. The rush of parties and shopping is over. The constant commercial-bombardment of the “holidays” is over. These twelve days of Christmas, the period of time between when we observe Jesus’s birthday and the magi arriving with their gifts, are special to me. I can sit back and enjoy John’s company, as he takes off work the week after Christmas. I can continue to enjoy my Christmas decorations. Now that I have a child, I can enjoy watching her enjoy her new toys. In the past, this was a time John and I usually traveled since I was not due back at school.

I have a tiny idea in the back of my head to rearrange my Christmas celebration a bit in the future years. I think that I may go ahead and “do Santa” with Caroline on Christmas morning but save a gift to give to her on Epiphany, or Three King’s Day. That would serve two purposes, as I see it: spread out the toy fest to allow Caroline to truly enjoy all of her gifts and give her an awareness of the whole reason we exchange gifts during the Christmas season — following in the steps of the wisemen who presented their gifts to the Christ child.

Our rector is on vacation this week, so our associate rector was scheduled to preach. She was ill, though, so one of our assisting clergy, a retired priest, stepped in to deliver the sermon Sunday. His words are exactly my thoughts on this time of year. You can listen to his sermon here. (the Dec. 31 sermon)