Tuesday Things

Jesse had to go to Banff, Alberta for a few days last week. I’ve wanted to go for awhile so we decided to make a whirlwind family trip visit out of it. We flew in Wednesday, on Thursday the whole family had the opportunity to go to Lake Moraine and Lake Louise, and on Friday while Jesse was in all day meetings, the kids and I walked the Bow Falls trail into town, grabbed a shuttle, and headed out to Johnston Canyon for a short hike. On Saturday we were back on the plane headed home. Our lessons:

  1. People in Canada really are THAT nice. It was kind of unnerving but in a good way. Even my kiddos commented on it.
  2. It’s beautiful. Even with the smoke and haze from the wildfires, I couldn’t get over the beauty.
  3. We can’t wait to go again to see more and do more.

Books I’ve read:

The Woman in Cabin 10 by Ruth Ware – good, quick vacation read

The Best Kind of People by Zoe Whittall – My mom told me to read this because she wanted to talk it over with someone. Two chapters in and I said I didn’t know if we should talk it over. Once I finished it, I called her to talk it over with her. I’m still on the fence.

Most Talkative: Stories from the Front Lines of Pop Culture by Andy Cohen – I started following Andy Cohen’s instagram account awhile back and have since decided I just kind of love him. The best word for the things he shares is…mirth. Not always, but he just seems to have this enthusiasm and joy. So I picked this up from the library. I’ve been told I *NEED* to read the next one he’s written and I have it on order.

I’ve just started reading John Green’s Turtles All the Way Down. I’m having a hard time getting into it because the first chapter has me wanting to punch the narrator in the throat. John Green, why do your main characters always have to be so smug?


I need to weave in the ends of some dishcloth amd am 42 stitches away from completion on a sock for Violet and just…eh. I started cross-stitching another city and I have the pattern for a third. I have a love/hate relationship with the tiny x’s.


I’ve watched the whole of Freaks and Geeks. I started it awhile back but it never really clicked. It was recommended to me again this summer and this time I really enjoyed it. Jesse and I tried Twin Peaks (the old one) because I guess it was all the rage when we were kids but we never watched it. We’re three episodes in. It’s weird.

Random thoughts:

I deactivated my Facebook (again) and Instagram accounts and I ordered the book “How to Break Up with Your Phone”. Our whole family has been having screen issues lately and it’s making us crankier and lazier and I’m over it.

I’m trying to listen to music while I stitch or putter around the house because I notice it helps with mood.

Someone made a comment the other day about fringe people – the bitter, cranky, fault finding people that don’t have friends so much as people who tolerate them simply because people are nice. Tips and tricks for not being a curmudgeon? Considering how bitter, cranky, and dark cloudy I’ve been feeling lately, I think I need to adopt some sort of happiness project immediately!!

So that’s all the news from my little corner of the internet! Time to go tackle organizing my office because it’s become the official drop it and shut the door spot this summer and that must be rectified!! Reading, watching, making, thinking about anything you want to share?


On Perfectionism

I talk about selling everything, buying an Airstream, and homeschooling my children as we travel around the US.

I talk about selling everything, finding a large plot of land, and taking up subsistence farming.

I talk about selling everything, going on vacation, and just staying.

I’m beginning to realize it has less to do with my desire to sell everything and whatever…

It has everything to do with my need for perfection.

When I was a child, if I accidentally colored outside the lines, I found a different picture to color and as an adult, I toss and completely rewrite a grocery list when an item is not written in the order in which I shop the store. On the 15th iteration of a list, I realize this tendency not only makes trees cry, but sends me careening past pleasantly neurotic and quite close to bat-shit crazy on the madness scale. I do it anyway.

All this to say, I’ve created a behavior loop. When things get messy (or sometimes even just not perfect), I don’t acknowledge and accept, I destroy all evidence and start over. Craft projects, journals, half-filled scrapbooks, even friendships have been tossed aside because all I see is the place where a line got crossed. Lest you think this is all outward behavior, I have so many days where I wish there was some mechanism to throw out the mess of myself and start over.

But that’s impossible (and annoying) so I’m working on it. Working on accepting that I didn’t accomplish a goal I set, but that I can take steps that may (or may not) lead to me toward something similar. Working on accepting people (especially myself) as they are. Working on not needing everything just so in order to feel okay.

My life is full of scribbles and errant colors and eraser marks and places where the page is badly torn and in the irony of trying to shut up my internal bossy, judgy, impossible perfectionist, I fail daily. I did, however, survive a trip to the grocery store with a list that had lemon written down before milk and that my friends, is progress.



It’s cold and gray. It’s Thursday. The kids have been pestering me to make slime all summer. So we went to Target and purchased a few things and made slime. Three different slimes each to be exact.

Supplies used:

Elmer’s white glue, glitter glue, glow in the dark glue
shaving cream (not the gel)
baking soda
food coloring
contact solution (with sodium borate and boric acid as ingredients)

The first slime we made was the glitter slime. Now I know you can get all fancy and buy the glue and the glitter separately, but I’m lazy. So I used glitter glue (and I like that decision because I don’t have glitter EVERYWHERE).

It’s super easy to make (we used this same recipe with the glow-in-the-dark slime/glue too):

  • Pour the entire bottle of glue into the bowl.
  • Add 1/2 Tbsp of baking soda and mix thoroughly
  • Add 1 Tbsp of contact lens solution to mixture, and put some on your hands.
  • Use your hands to mix it together until slime starts to form.
  • Slowly add more contact solution (if needed) to make the slime less goopy.

For the fluffy slime:

  • Pour the entire 4oz bottle of white glue into the bowl
  • Add 3 cups of shaving cream (we had more than 3 cups and ended up adding more contact solution)
  • Add food coloring and mix
  • Mix in 1/2 Tbsp of baking soda
  • Add 1-1/2 Tbsp of contact lens solutions to mixture (plus some on your hands)
  • Mix until slime forms.

I liked the fluffy slime the best, but the glow-in-the-dark slime was a big hit with Violet and Abram. (Again, we just used the glow in the dark glue. Thank you, Elmer’s!) My kiddos keep taking it into our half-bath (no windows) to check it out. I found TONS of recipes when I was looking and we just kind of put stuff together. You know…experimented. We also talked about things we’d like to try differently (less solution, maybe a borax solution instead of contact lens stuff, adding beads or styrofoam, etc.)

I was really worried about having a big sticky slime mess everywhere but these recipes weren’t goopy once it was thoroughly “activated” and my kids had a blast.

Michigan 2018


We rented the same place we’ve rented for the last 5 out of 6 years (we missed 2017). We visited the same amusement park, the same mini golf stand, the same dune ride company. We jumped in the waves. We made a pact to go in and under no matter how cold and on days when the waves weren’t too high we swam out to sandbar whooping at how alive and frozen we felt. We visited with people we love, but not all of them, and often too briefly.

I’m happy to be home, surrounded by my own things, going to bed in my own bed, but tomorrow my dad won’t be stopping by with a ridiculous number of donuts and juice. I won’t be listening to my grandma share her stories and wisdom while eating peanut butter cookies that remind me of making them with her as a child. I won’t be making squiggly drip sandcastles or swimming out to sandbars.

I am home, but missing home.

And already looking forward to next year.