Raige Creations

It has been almost an obsession lately. I hate it, but I love it at the same time. Craigslist . Of course, Weird Al had something to say about Craigslist . I have listed a good many things on Craigslist , after our massive purging over the past few months, and also years ago when we last moved. Things we didn't want or need anymore, things we decided we couldn't move with us, things the kids have grown out of, furniture, cars, motorcycles, tv's. (Sadly, no slightly used sombrero to throw in.)  Why give them away when you can get a little dinero ? So I listed, and yes I fielded MANY scams, dealt with ignorant and difficult people, even had someone try to return an item after picking up and taking home and fiddling with it. (I won't go into details about our newbie mistake years ago, like taking a check from someone wanted by the police for check fraud and writing bad checks) I have had email after email, asking for explanations and haggling prices. And g...

Source I love to sing to songs. In the kitchen....in the car....even a little bit when I am on my walks with my headphones on. (I sometimes even look around to make sure no one can hear me....sometimes.....) When this classic Pearl Jam song came on the radio one day when I was in the car with my son driving, I said, "Oh Pearl Jam, I like this song!" Source sodahead.com And because he was driving I could sing along with even more focus and enthusiasm! When it started, I quickly remembered that THIS was the song that was THE WORST mumbling that Eddie Vedder did. (He did mumble regularly, and at the same time became known for his distinctive and powerful vocals....) I garbled through the song, belting out whatever I thought he was saying, mostly making up the words really. After a short time, I thought it best to hum, and my son wholeheartedly agreed. Imaging then, when I found the video with the lyrics! I could sing right along!! Join me, sing along!! No, ...

Sometimes there just aren't the right words. Sometimes you just can't find the right quote, or saying. Sometimes all you can do is just savor the moment, and bask in the warmth and love of the moment, and not try to put words to it. Like when I got home on Tuesday, my daughter said: "I got you something!"   That was a surprise, and immediately I felt so grateful, not even knowing what it was. My beautiful gift. photo courtesy of Raige Creations . But then, when I saw it was an Iris, purple and yellow (my favorite!) , I knew just how thoughtful, and what a loving a gesture it was. We had been going for walks together the past few days, noticing all the blooming Iris flowers around. I then got to tell her the story of how I insisted the Iris should be my wedding flower, in October.  Note: they bloom in the Spring. So this request was a tall order for an October wedding! I insisted, so of course we only had a few, and had to supplement with other flowers...

My new mantra of late - That's One Less Thang. Even spoken like Forrest Gump . Because every time I finally get rid of something I have been trying to unloaded for a long time, or every time I cross something off my long, long list, or every time I pack yet another box, I utter: 'Well, that's good. One less thang!' A sense of relief, even though I have much, much more to do. Many more boxes or bins to load with things we just can't part with. Many many trips to storage, for the things we have to ship. Every day something added to the list that I can't forget to do. Thankfully, not really too much more to purge, compared to what we started with. But each thing gone, packed, and crossed off the list is one less thang. And that ain't so bad.  Do your mantras change?  Mine sure do, like here , here , and here just to mention a few. And one here that I still say so often   (thanks again hubby!) , as that day will soon be here where we ...

Sitting in the living room yesterday morning we heard loud thumping upstairs. It sounded like a large animal jumped down off of something and the ran full speed across the room. Several times. All I could do was giggle a little, knowing it was our small, barely 18 pound mutt of a cat doing the things crazy cats do: run across the room for no apparent reason at high speeds. The strange thing is, there is no furniture left upstairs. So what did she jump off of? There are boxes, but most are low to the ground so the big thump had me stumped. The only tall box is the one our large screen tv came in. The tv is gone now, but for some reason we still have the box, and it is over 3ft tall. I doubted she would jump up that high, plus the sound came from the other side of the room. Was she on the windowsill? Source xbox music These sounds continued for about 5 minutes. Back and forth, thump, thump, then the clomp clomp down the stairs. I just thought is was funny, and even strange in...