I take pride in being comfortable in my own skin. The unfortunate neighbor who glances at my house when I happen to be walking by an unshaded window knows this all too well. But it wasn’t until this weekend that I realized how uncomfortable in my clothes I have been.
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As we enter this holiday week, our thoughts are mostly on food, traveling, the logistics of traveling with kids, family, avoiding political fights, food, and pie. Well, you can tell where my thoughts lie anyway. We have much to be thankful for, and those thoughts enter our mind as well, as they should. But how much importance do we give them? Does giving thanks usurp eating food on Thanksgiving?
This is a sponsored post from Disney Music and One2One Network, but the opinions are entirely my own.
I grew up with Disney, as I’m sure you all did too. I remember the gigantic Goofy puzzle I hid beneath the chair in my Pop-pop’s living room for safekeeping and played with during every single visit. I remember the trip to Walt Disney World; I think that was the first time I experienced awe. I remember dancing to Jungle Book music with my sister over and over. I remember my Mickey Mouse shirt (now vintage) that I wore threadbare. I remember the movies that not only entertained me for hours and hours but also heightened my imagination and belief in magic in the world. (Yes, even as an adult, a few of those movies still rank as favorites.) And I remember the music — oh, the music!
Owen, a neighborhood kid and genius with plants, rang my doorbell. Cracking the door just a bit and holding the dogs back with my legs, I smiled and said hi, waiting expectantly.
“Hi. Um, I don’t mean to be rude, but you have a lot of weeds around your house. I mean, you have the most of anyone in the neighborhood. Do you mind if I look through them for specimens?”
Embarrassed but kinda impressed that Owen was so forthright, I answered, “Sure, Owen. Take whatever you want. Regardless of how it looks, I’m not a fan of weeds.”
Owen trotted off happily toward his treasures, and I receded back into the house feeling a bit ashamed to be that house in the neighborhood.
If you haven’t gone to a pumpkin patch this year, there’s still time. Do it! It’s great family fun. Ali and I took the girls this past weekend, and we can chalk it up to another Nurture Her Nature adventure. Ali, bless her, got in from a business trip way early in the morning, but she was still raring to go (though she was running a bit late and wasn’t quite dressed in festive wear). I know, we can’t fault her for that; however, I can’t quite let her forget it considering she is the holiday honcho.
Of course, I had forgotten to get gas. We were headed out on minor roads, so we needed to hit the first station we came across; it wasn’t likely we’d see many along the route. Lucky for us, there were no gas-mart Speedway-type stations. No, we got to experience a true service station — you know, like “back in the day.” A couple of motocross bikes had to move out of our way so we could access the one remaining working pump. Before I had a chance to get a good look at where to insert my card in this non-digital pump, the woman working the station was outside asking how much I wanted. (more…)