We’re Doomed!

I’m on my iThing with my husband right now*. (Yes. Really. Blogging in real time. What an innovator!)

I had a teeny feeling of panic because I couldn’t see my phone and went looking for it. I walked to the kitchen, where I had recently refilled my water bottle, and made it all the way back to my desk before the “Well, DOI!” struck.

Swear to God.

Technology is making me stupid.

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It’s the modern day equivalent of searching for one’s glasses while one’s glasses are perched atop one’s head.

 

What is the silliest thing you have done lately?

Do you ever catch a glimpse of your own ridiculousness and simply have to laugh?

Please share an anecdote with me in the comments and help me to feel less alone with my ridiculousness.

 

 

 

*Well, it was a few minutes ago – now – if I’m being honest.

Source: http://www.shoeboxblog.com/?p=15314

 

They Love Me Anyway

For as long as I have been making school lunches, I have been leaving little notes in the Things’ lunch boxes.

Long before they were the avid readers they are now, I would print simple messages of love and encouragement on sticky notes. I am a believer in environmental print*. Kids are smart. They don’t need all the rules memorized before they put theory into practice. A little heart shaped slip of paper speaks volumes. A speedily scrawled smiley face on a paper napkin can make a kid’s day – especially a day that is in dire need of levity. You remember those days, right? We all have them.

Sometimes it’s a silly doodle. Sometimes it’s a riddle. Sometimes it’s a hint about a special after school activity.

Other times it’s a reminder, cleverly disguised in witty prose.

 

Here are today’s notes.

 

Thing 1's lunch box note.

 

Thing 2's lunch box note.

 

 

And they love me anyway.

 

Do you write notes?

Do you leave notes in your children’s (or partner’s) lunch boxes?

Are you a poet (and totally know it!)?

Are you a writer or a printer?

When is the last time you wrote a letter or a note on actual paper for someone else to read?

Do you value the skill of cursive writing?

Or are you all g2g lol and ttyl 24/7?

Why not leave me a note in the comments! *wink*

 

 

*Don’t believe me about the environmental print? Try this experiment with a teeny kiddo** who is not yet reading in the traditional sense: Show them a favourite item (National Brand cookies or the cover of a familiar book, for example.) with writing or a logo on it and see if they recognize it. They will. That’s *reading* when you are not yet a reader in the traditional sense. Kids are awesome!

 

**Umm… not just any kiddo, to be clear. Make sure the kiddo is yours or you might totally freak the kid and his/her parent/guardian out!

***The Things don’t call me “Ma”, but I called my Ma, “Ma”, when I was little. Also, we are still working our way through the entire “Little House on the Prairie” series and well, it’s just fun to sign some notes that way!

 

Saturday Silliness

Oh my goodness!

There’s another one.

Since Marcel the Shell with Shoes On pretty much made my day on Thursday, I felt it was only right that I should share this with you.

I give you Marcel the Shell with Shoes On, Two.

Ta daa!

You’re welcome.

What do you do to make yourself feel better when every part of your being is telling you that crying is the more logical choice?

I’d love to know what makes you smile? Better yet, what makes you belly laugh or cry happy tears?

Leave a comment. Share a link.

Let’s get silly!

 

 

 

Happy Thursday: Silly Saves Me Edition.

IMG_7116This morning I got up before the sun and headed to a 6 AM hot yoga class.

It’s not the first time I’ve gone, though.

I wrote about *that* here.

 

It’s not easy.

 

There are a million reasons why it is challenging for anyone who goes and at least a million more reasons why it is hard for me in particular.

One of these days I’ll figure out a way to articulate exactly what it’s like for me in a class, but today is not that day.

 

Today, I just wanted to give you a bit of a peek into the inner workings of my brain.

 

So yoga is challenging and hot yoga is extra challenging.

Hot yoga for an hour in silence when you are me? 

Have mercy!

 

This morning, when I was *juuuusst* about to give up, this little character popped into my head and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud.

I quickly (and quietly!) regained my composure and was able to finish my class.

 

 

I mean, if Marcel can do the things he does, who am I to give up just because I am sweating from my lips?

My lips. *shudders*