Take 5 Friday

To ease back into blogging (my last attempt was heartfelt but relatively short-lived) I've decided to initiate take 5 Friday. Eventually I'd like to do a link feature in case anyone else desires to participate and needs inspiration, but for now we'll just settle for me trying to be consistent in blogging on this set day of the week. The idea is simple--I'll take 5 minutes to reflect and list a quintet of amazing (or not so) events or happenings of the week. Five reasons to be thankful for the week, or maybe five to be thankful that the weekend has arrived. Either way? I'm choosing gratitude. What comes to mind when you take 5 this week?

Take 5

1. My chicks have danced consistently in their new home studio; mirrors are up, flooring is in, and the barre arrived via UPS today.

2. The eldest is acting more and more like a middle schooler (the land which we've just joined with her) and I'm not sure that I'll successfully make it through the next decade with my sanity intact.

3. Tonight, for the first time since early May, I was able to open the windows and enjoy the breeze. First time in 15 days it's been below 90 degrees=me doing a huge happy dance.

4. My brother, sister-in-law and sweet niece have been able to visit and perch on their way to and from destinations south of the nest.

5. Both Legs and Little Bit helped me weed all of the flower beds and generally spruce up the grounds, despite it being 100 degrees on Monday. We also got the garage organized and the floor washed--it's so clean you could literally eat off of it. Although the later is strange, it makes me exceedingly pleased.




Comments

  1. ShannonJuly 8, 2010 at 11:39 AM

    Yippie! Glad I got you to join me in this and you like the idea...we'll keep it up for Friday. Maybe I'll even get others to join us at some point.

    I LOVE that Ellie slept with you--heaven!
    No sugar? Way to stick to your guns...I'm so proud of you.

    You are most welcome...I'm so thankful for you.

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  2. Gitz 'n JoJuly 8, 2010 at 3:01 PM

    Oooh... Makes me glad tomorrow is Friday to see what you come up with ;)

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  3. ShannonJuly 8, 2010 at 11:01 PM

    Join in, friend...I'd love to hear the top or bottom of a mix of the two from your week.

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