A Few Cards Shy of a Full Deck

A Few Cards Shy of a Full Deck

 
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This is what Pinterest inspired the twins to make for my Mother’s Day present.

Bless you Pinterest.

I love it.

I think the original project might have been titled “52 reasons why we love you.”

52 cards.

52 reasons.

But here at Thistlewood we always seem to be a few cards shy of a full deck. :)Continue reading


Just In Case You Needed a Smile

Just In Case You Needed a Smile

 
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Before I wrote a blog….I was a blog reader.

It was a little intimidating.

Everywhere I looked, every blog I read….featured perfection.  There were perfect rooms with perfect furniture with perfectly styled spaces festooned with throws and pillows and rugs and curtains and even a pair of shoes placed in perfect casualness next to an umbrella that looked like it had never seen a drop of rain.

I was inspired.

And amazed.

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Is Fastly a Verb?

Is Fastly a Verb?

 

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Have you ever heard of throw-back Thursday?

You know…where everyone posts their amazingness from years ago and we all laugh and remember the good old days.

I know today is Monday.

I get it.

But I just couldn’t resist.

One of the best things about writing a blog is that you chronicle all the days and stories that went before.  Here’s one I had forgotten about that made my heart skip a beat and laugh out loud all at the same time.

Especially because the tiny teachers just asked me for mascara. :)Continue reading


Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

 
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I hope your Christmas was everything you hoped for.

We had a day full to the brim and spilling over with joy and I wish I had a snapshot of every minute.

It would make a best seller.

And the best chapter?

Tales from a Sixth Grade Life Coach.

 

 

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Last week the twins came rushing through the door bursting with excitement.

I heard them long before they rounded the corner.

“Mom…..Mom…..MOM. You won’t believe what happened!” they said in unison.

This is a common conversation starter around our house.

Let’s be real.  When you are twelve and in sixth grade you can never believe what happened.

Like never.

Ever.

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I closed the computer and sat upright in the chair.  I knew this was a discussion that would require my complete and undivided attention.

“Tell me,” I said.  “Tell me everything.”

One of the twins rolled her eyes, “Mom.  This is serious.  Someone wrote a poem for her.”

“Really?” I said.  A poem for your sister?  That sounds exciting.” crossing my fingers that this was the appropriate response for a declaration of such magnitude.

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The other twin blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Mom,” she said softly.  “It was a beautiful poem.  He wrote it on a note and had one of his friends hand it to me.  He wrote it just for me.  Can you believe it?  A poem written just for me.”

My heart cracked just a little at the sweetness of it.

“Oh sweetheart,” I sighed.  “That’s wonderful.  How special.  Can you read it to me?”

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“Oh I don’t have to read it.  I have it memorized,” she said with a smile.

And then….in a soft sweet voice she recited:

“Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

There’s no one 

As beautiful as you.” 

And as she finished, a worried look came over her face.

“But Mom….after I got the poem….he didn’t talk to me any more after that.  And now everyone knows.  What should I say?”

Before I could say anything, her sister spoke up.  She looked at her twin with all the wisdom of a sixth grade life coach.

“Don’t worry about him.  Don’t worry about any of them.  I know he said he wrote it….but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that poem before.”

Then she paused and smiled at her sister and blurted out the most reassuring thing she could think of…..“And who cares about him anyway?

….He probably just got it off the internet.” 

PS  The only thing better than having a twin sister….

…..is knowing she always has your back. :)


Decking the Halls

Decking the Halls

 

Red and white Christmas

When I unpacked the ornaments decorate the tree in the bedroom, there among the fancy velvet ho ho ho and the glitter stars and the monogrammed wood cutouts….

….I found an ornament someone gave us the year we got married.

It’s a simple clear circle without a lot of fanfare.

Just two doves and a heart and the words “Our First Christmas Together.”

Years later 37 boxes of Christmas decorations live in our upstairs attic and I would trade every single one for this ornament.  I can remember when it hung on a tree with only a box of shiny red ornaments and a little ribbon to keep it company.

I’ve never forgotten that tree.

And not just for that beautiful ornament hanging from its branches.

Here’s one of my favorite stories the second time around….

….because that’s the way the cookie crumbles. :)Continue reading


So Close to Amazing

So Close to Amazing

 
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I am a firm believer in coordinating a matching outfit for every event.

Like a prairie skirt with a sweater vest trimmed in ribbons and high-heeled shoes with ruffled socks and a bow with my name on it.

Or a blazer (complete with tags) for a shopping day on the town.

Maybe it’s because I secretly wish one day a Hollywood producer would discover me.

Maybe it’s because I believe that everything is more fun in a head-to-toe coordinating outfit.

Or maybe it’s because I watch the Hallmark movie channel for a living.

Seriously.Continue reading


Why You Should Always Clap in the Rain

Why You Should Always Clap in the Rain

 

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I think I fell in love with my husband because he makes me laugh.

Every. Single. Day.

Especially the dad humor.

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You know what I’m talking about.

You understand.

Dad humor is like a cross between why did the chicken cross the road and puns that make your roll your eyes and groan.

You simply can’t help it…..

…..and then you laugh in spite of yourself.Continue reading


The Contract

The Contract

 
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After the twins were born, I stood in the middle of my living room one evening….bleary-eyed from lack of sleep with hair that hadn’t been washed in a week….wearing pajamas covered in spit-up…..

…..and wailed plaintively to my mother.

“How can I do this?”

“I’m not going to make it.”

“They are totally winning.”

Then I wiped my faced and brushed the hair away from my eyes….inhaled and exhaled several times and then stood patiently waiting for her words of wisdom.  I mean after all….my mother is brilliant (and getting more brilliant with every year that passes) and experienced and wise….

….and has never met a good piece of advice she didn’t like.Continue reading