One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book.
Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning Ma'am. What are you doing?"
"Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?")
"You're in a restricted fishing area," he informs her.
"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."
"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."
"If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman.
"But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden.
"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."
"Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.
Hopefully, you are over the shock of learning that we moved. Let me tell you, it was the right decision, even if the kids are still in culture shock.
After much soul searching and prayer, Tony and I made this decision late September/early October. You all know that I lost my job at the end of July. After being there for 15 1/2 years, it was one of the toughest emotional events of my life. I immediately hit the pavement with my heels on but couldn't get a foot in the door. As each week went on, I felt more and more despondent.
The funny thing though, is that when I wasn't concentrating on a finding a job, I was also the happiest I have ever been. Being present at all of the kids activities without the guilt of missing work was extremely liberating. I felt like I was doing what I was meant to do. So, after crunching numbers, we decided to give it a go and see if we could live off Tony's pay alone. Doing this meant that we had to reduce our monthly mortgage by half.
Our house was only on the market for less than a month when we got a good offer that we decided to accept. However, the buyer wanted to close on December 13 (and it was Nov 18 at this point). And...we hadn't found "that" house yet. So, we had no where to live. Luckily, two days after we accepted the offer, we found the house that would become our new home and the rest is history. The move was stressful and eventful. But now that it is done and nesting is my current responsibility, I know that this is where we are meant to be during this time of our lives.
Man, the last three months have been eventful in our lives. If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, then you are fully up to date. If not, this will be news to you.
So, my existence since the move on Dec 13, has been unpacking and organizing. This has not been easy. Not only did we move, but we downsized. We went from 1900+ sq ft to a little over 1200. We reduced our garage from a three car to a two car and I no longer have a scrapbook room. So, to say it has been challenging is putting it mildly. There are still unpacked boxes and random piles of stuff all of over the house. I just haven't figured out where to put it all yet (or which items we need to just give to charity).
I have a list of ongoing projects and I'm sad to say I haven't been very good at taking before pictures. I'll do my best to get some pictures up during the weeks to come so you can see our new abode. Surprisingly, we've only been here for 3 weeks and it has felt like home since that first night.
Tomorrow's post will go into the "why" of the move in more detail. Until then.....
How does one catch up on book reviews when it's been 3 months? I guess the best thing to do would be to pick some favorites and then just attempt to stay current going forward. Here are three of my favorites from the last three months.
from barnesandnoble.com France, 1916: Artist Edouard Lefevre leaves his young wife, Sophie, to fight at the front. When their small town falls to the Germans in the midst of World War I, Edouard’s portrait of Sophie draws the eye of the new Kommandant. As the officer’s dangerous obsession deepens, Sophie will risk everything—her family, her reputation, and her life—to see her husband again.
Almost a century later, Sophie’s portrait is given to Liv Halston by her young husband shortly before his sudden death. A chance encounter reveals the painting’s true worth, and a battle begins for who its legitimate owner is—putting Liv’s belief in what is right to the ultimate test.
First off, I have to admit that I really like Jojo Moyes. So this review is a little biased. With that out in the open, this book is breathtaking. Both female leads are strong in their own right. And both face future's of questionable security. This book is a favorite and will be kept in collection and read more than once.
from barnesandnoble.com With a career, a boyfriend, and a loving family, Piper Kerman barely resembles the reckless young woman who delivered a suitcase of drug money ten years before. But that past has caught up with her. Convicted and sentenced to fifteen months at the infamous federal correctional facility in Danbury, Connecticut, the well-heeled Smith College alumna is now inmate #11187–424—one of the millions of people who disappear “down the rabbit hole” of the American penal system. From her first strip search to her final release, Kerman learns to navigate this strange world with its strictly enforced codes of behavior and arbitrary rules. She meets women from all walks of life, who surprise her with small tokens of generosity, hard words of wisdom, and simple acts of acceptance. Heartbreaking, hilarious, and at times enraging, Kerman’s story offers a rare look into the lives of women in prison—why it is we lock so many away and what happens to them when they’re there.
Unless you live under a rock, you know about this book and the series that has since come out on Netflix. I loved the memoir and thought Kerman did a beautiful job of explaining her emotions and experiences inside Danbury prison. Now, the TV series, while it is based on the memoir, obviously had to sensationalize it for TV entertainment. Don't get me wrong, I loved the series just as much as I loved the book. But differently. Kind of like a red headed step child...j/k. I highly recommend you read the book. (The TV series recommendation only goes out to those that I know can handle the graphic nature that is included.)
The names Elizabeth Eckford and Hazel Bryan Massery may not be well known, but the image of them from September 1957 surely is: a black high school girl, dressed in white, walking stoically in front of Little Rock Central High School, and a white girl standing directly behind her, face twisted in hate, screaming racial epithets. This famous photograph captures the full anguish of desegregation—in Little Rock and throughout the South—and an epic moment in the civil rights movement.
In this gripping book, David Margolick tells the remarkable story of two separate lives unexpectedly braided together. He explores how the haunting picture of Elizabeth and Hazel came to be taken, its significance in the wider world, and why, for the next half-century, neither woman has ever escaped from its long shadow. He recounts Elizabeth’s struggle to overcome the trauma of her hate-filled school experience, and Hazel’s long efforts to atone for a fateful, horrible mistake. The book follows the painful journey of the two as they progress from apology to forgiveness to reconciliation and, amazingly, to friendship. This friendship foundered, then collapsed—perhaps inevitably—over the same fissures and misunderstandings that continue to permeate American race relations more than half a century after the unforgettable photograph at Little Rock. And yet, as Margolick explains, a bond between Elizabeth and Hazel, silent but complex, endures.
This is one of those stories that needs to be read by everyone. It is remarkable how one image can transcend time and label a situation so emphatically. The era was before everyone had a camera in their pocket..which makes that lasting quality of this image so powerful.
What is there to say, but that she is her own person. She is bold. Strong. Confident. I love all of these things about her.
And when I say the apple didn't fall from the tree, I mean she is so much a crazy mix of me and Tony that it is a little nuts. (Ok, a lot nuts!)
So, last week when she told me she was gonna ask a boy to be her boyfriend, I have to say, I wasn't surprised. You see....I was the type of girl that wasn't shy and so if I wanted a boy to be my boyfriend, I asked him. I wasn't one to wait around for him to get the nerve up. I was a bit impatient in that manner. Shock! But her being just like I was is not the part that made me smile last week.
She didn't ask in text. She did it face to face. And he said yes. I told you...major confidence with this one. I think Moxie is a good word. But the next evening, the boy broke up with her. He was a coward and did it through text. He said he was too busy and didn't have time for a girlfriend. Which of course, this is cracking me up. Dude! You're a 7th grader! OMG! Kids these days.
So the part that made me smile, was when she crawled in bed with me that night and said...
"He just broke up with me. I cried a little. But I'm over it. It's not like he was the love of my life."
Speechless. She has such a great outlook. And I know this is only the first of many. But I can tell my girl is gonna be just be fine.
I am married to my best friend and am the mom of two wonderful kids. I have had my ups and downs in regards to health, happiness and weight loss. This blog will tell you about all of those ups and downs and my opinion on the randomness that we call life.