Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Life is a Verb.


I hope you all had a restful and grateful Thanksgiving.  We hosted the first ever South Dakota Turkey Bowl.  It was a blast and I'd like to give a huge shout-out "thank you" to all of you who attended!  Surprisingly it was a very skilled game of football despite the fact that most of the players have been out of the game for 10+ years.  

No one got hurt.  No one cried and no one laughed at my jokes.  Personally I think using the term "huggle" (in place of "huddle") and "It is tickle football this year not flag football" is hilarious.  None of the guys even cracked a smile.  

Tough crowd.



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I did not do any Black Friday shopping.  
I value sleep way too much.

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I went to Minneapolis on Saturday to visit my friend Natalie.  We decorated her house for Christmas, caught up on sale strategy, grabbed Chinese food and watched a chick flick.  I oohed and ahhed over her inventory and of course had to buy a few items for my house (Boyd had requested that I take the car for this very reason.  Jerk.).   It had been a long time since I had been back to the Twin Cities and it was good for my heart.  I found myself breathing it all in.  I miss the energy of the place, the abundance of creativity, the hustle and bustle.

Natalie's house.
BUT that is not to say that I don't like South Dakota - it has its perks too.

Like a house that needs a ton of work. :)

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Speaking of the house.  I was able to paint the master bedroom on Monday.  It used to be a pepto pink but now it is a color called sea salt.  I'm not sure if I picked it for the actual color or just the name of the color.  I like salt.  And I like the sea.  It made me happy to request "sea salt" for my bedroom color.  Boyd has been tearing out the ceiling in a room.  It is a mess.  He also demolished the bathroom.  This is also a mess.  So far he is only making gigantic messes. I'm not so sure his prediction of moving in before Christmas will actually take place.

the bathroom

the master bedroom.  
Soon I will try and post pics of after pictures.  If I can get my lazy butt to actually finish a room.

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Boyd has been trying desperately to get a well on the property.  (personally, I don't think we need one but he REALLY wants one.  I REALLY want a pool but he seems to ignore that).  When Boyd initially called the well guy ("Mr. L"),  he was unsure if he was going to come out and dig.  Mr. L. then called back on Thanksgiving Day and said: "I sure don't need the money, and my wife thinks I'm crazy, but I will be there Friday morning".  And he was.  There and crazy.  Boyd and Mr. L were busy figuring out where there should be water, etc. - I went out to check on the progress and Mr. L says "You must be the wife!" and he gave me a hug.

So that was weird.

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Brother2 just asked me where my dog Lou was.  Apparently he is needed for his science experiment.  I wonder if the experiment is "how much cuteness can one dog contain?"

Have I posted this pic dozens of times already?

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Boyd and I were outside.  It is a full moon outside and you could hear the coyotes howling.  All of the sudden a huge gaggle of geese (is anyone else impressed that I used the term gaggle?) flew overhead.  I could hear their wings flapping.  It was . . . pretty awesome.

Immediately I thought to myself:  "Bastards! How dare they fly overhead.  We MUST shoot them!"

I'm channeling my inner hunter.  

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I bought a new book called "Life is a Verb".  It is supposed to be challenging and I'm due for a little inner working.  The first challenge is to "be curious not judgmental".  So . . I'm making a mental note every day to flip a judgment around into a curiosity.  When I found myself thinking:  "Good grief, he's an idiot".  I stopped and flipped it into "I wonder WHY he's an idiot?"  That was a cinch.

I think I'm a better person already.

2 comments:

  1. Ummmm, I must say my favorite part is the last paragraph...I really like laughing. Thanks!

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  2. SO good to read from you, Sabrina! I miss you.

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