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A dilettante’s dither

Last Sunday morning, we had an unhappy surprise:  we discovered we were out of checks. Using up the last of our checks is not a bad thing, considering we moved back in May.  (We only write one, maybe two checks a week, so it took a while to whittle down the last of the old ones.  But somehow I missed the important REORDER NOW reminder when I snagged the last batch.  Oops.

Checks are fast becoming a throwback to the good old days.  Our adult children have checks, but they almost never have to write one.  Everything is swipe-and-go these days.  Except writing one on Sunday morning, and the occasional check to a friend for something-or-other.

But I still like checks – I always have.  At least I like picking out checks. Before it was de rigueur to personalize every. stinkin. thing. you own, your personal checks were one way to express something unique about you.  We have never had plain blue security checks.   I’ve always tried to take into consideration that Mr. Official has to use the checks, too and pick out something that was expressive but not too girly. Pre-internet I would hold onto the glossy Sunday newspaper inserts and pore over them until I found the “right” design for the next order – that was back in the day when I actually had to write a half-dozen checks each month to pay our bills.

The internet has made it simultaneously easier and more difficult to choose a design; there are dozens of places to order from, and they all have a plethora of designs to choose from.

This time, I vacillated between some gender-neutral graphic design, a landscape scene, or just a monogram.  But in my heart I really wanted something more “me.”  Like Twitter-page swirly branches.  Or owls.  Yes….owls.  But Mr. Official is not a lover of swirly branches or graphical owls.

And then I had an epiphany.  We have a joint account, but where is it written we have to have just one kind of check? Move over, “his ‘n hers” checks.  Make room for “his checks.” and “her checks.”

I  can’t believe it took me this long to reach that conclusion but it certainly opened up a whole world of wonderful possibilities. And so I dug around and found these checks:

Referee checks from checksadvantage.com

But after looking at the 2nd and 3rd checks, I knew were really too European and/or Canadian football-looking.

So I chose these instead for him:

Collegiate checks from currentcatalogchecks.com

And for me, I chose these:

challis and roos design from bradfordexchange.com

So no more dithering. The checks are in the mail and hopefully one set or the other will arrive by Saturday!

Happy self-expressions,

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Super Sunday

For many years, Super Bowl Sunday was a red letter day on my calendar because it signaled the end of another football season.  I love Mr. Official and he loves football, but it took me a while to share his love of the game, especially when the season starts in April with spring scrimmages and goes to February.

Some years we’ve gone to Super Bowl parties where I’ve helped wrangle food and chatted throughout the game, pausing our girl talk just long enough to watch the commercials.  This year was a quiet year at home; swimmer girl went to a friend’s house and Mr. Official was at my mother-in-law’s for the first half of the game.  What’s a dilettante to do when she doesn’t have a buffet of food to tend to?

After grabbing a quick late afternoon nap, I made a date with my desk and the laundry room.  As the stupor of my eBay spree wears off, I realize I haven’t seen my desk blotter since I put it on the desk on January 1.  (So much for my clean desk resolution, huh?)  And that laundry fairy is AWOL again.  So I washed and tidied in between commercials, and even got rid of some magazines and old catalogs that were gathering dust in my bookshelves.

And now the 2010 football season is officially over, I think I’m actually looking forward to the 2011 season.  May our Vols pick up the pieces and re-establish themselves as an SEC powerhouse.  May the Titans find a new head coach as good as Jeff Fisher, and a new quarterback that’s better than Vince Young. (First one is a tall order, second one should be pretty easy.)

And may my desk and laundry room keep themselves a little tidier, at least for a while.

Happy Sunday

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On the road again…

The trip to the University of Georgia game in Athens a few weeks ago meant rising early to get on the  road, but that pales in comparison to the time we are heading out today, in order to get to  the Williams-Brice stadium in Columbia, South Carolina, in time for the 12:21 kickoff.

Wish us luck, and cheer for our Vols – they could use all the well-wishes they can get this season.

Happy traveling!

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While the boys are away…

the girls will play.  (The “boys” are headed to Knoxville for the UT-Bama game.  Fingers crossed we can keep the score close. Or just get on the board. Yes, we have low expectations, so anything we get is a gift.)

So what’s on our agenda today?  We’re puppy-sitting Sadie, and I was reminded why you don’t buy one toy for two kids.  Little dog enthusiastically snagged the new toy (a cat-like tennis ball with rope legs), much to big dog’s chagrin.   I think this look and howl can be safely interpreted as “Mom, make her share with me!”

 As soon as we pulled the pumpkin gooey butter cake out of the oven, we girls took “the girls” for a puppy walk at the greenway.  

Now that the pooches are exhausted from the brisk 3-mile round trip, we will leave them to nap and take the gooey cake to a painting class this evening at Faithful Strokes.  Yes.  Me.  Painting. Artistically.  With something smaller than a roller or 2-inch wide trim brush.  Using more than one color.

They promised me anyone could do it, so we’ll see…

Happy weekend!

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Be careful what you ask for

Earlier this week I mentioned UT’s bye week (and whined a little about how busy we were on the “off” weekend.) I even joked about how maybe I would get my own “bye” day on Tuesday.  I’m not superstitious, but…

During fall break, I took a week-plus off from my daily runs to allow a pesky calf muscle some time to heal.  As soon as we were back home, I started my early mornings with a run once again, but by Wednesday of last week, I had to admit the twinge was getting worse after each run.  So, I hit “pause” again and took almost a full week off again for healing, this time with the addition of daily Ibuprofen and a quick DIY calf massage each morning.  On Tuesday morning this week, I hit the gym bright and early, hoping everything would be back to normal.

Even though I stretched extensively, the calf was still tight. I hoped it would loosen up as I got further into the run – instead, less than a quarter-mile in, I felt a “pop” in the calf, followed by excruciating pain up and down the muscle.

So it was off the treadmill, hobble out to the car, and ice it down when I got home. A pilates class later in the day helped somewhat, or maybe it was just doubling up on Ibuprofen throughout the day that made things feel better.

Mr. Official (who loves to diagnose injuries – especially sports-related injuries) was kind enough to give it a deep tissue massage. Here’s hoping he will take pity on me and repeat it nightly while the calf heals fully.

I guess I got what I wished for – according to the experts, a Grade Two strain can take several weeks to recover from.  So for now, it’s yoga, tai chi and pilates, but no running for me – looks like my wish for a “bye” week was granted, right on schedule.

Not-so-happy-anything,

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What Really Happens on Bye Weeks

The Vols finally had a Saturday off, so that meant ours was a focused, productive weekend, working around the house. Bright and early Saturday morning, Mr. Official and I ran several errands and then got down on hands and knees for some yard work – nothing like pulling crabgrass shoulder-to-shoulder with your spouse to bring you closer (if you’re familiar with Love & Respect, that one should ring a bell.) Then we parted ways – he headed to Lebanon to close his mama’s pool for the season, and I and my crockpot headed to a charity chili cook-off.

Sunday afternoon was dedicated to readying the house for the 2HYMs monthly devotional.  Success:  they came, they grazed on pizza and cookies, they precariously juggled lit candles as part of an exercise…and by 9:30 they had all disbanded, leaving our house reasonably intact.

But it was definitely not a “bye” weekend for me.  And now it’s Monday, again.  In addition to real work, today’s schedule includes a dental check-up, pilates, whipping up some no-bake cookies and packing them to send to a special young lady, post office, then picking up our swimmer from practice and heading home for dinner.  Hopefully we’ll eat before the Titans kick off at 7:30 tonight.

Maybe Tuesday will be my “bye week” day.  Hey, a girl can hope, can’t she?

Happy Monday!

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When You Bleed Orange

With apologies to Thomas Paine…

“These are the times that try men’s souls. The fairweather fan will, in this crisis, shrink from loyalty to his team; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. A losing season, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.”

It is great to be a Tennessee Vol…but admittedly, it’s not very fun this year.  It took me a long time to warm up to Tennessee football, and even longer to instantly break out in song whenever I hear “Rocky Top.”  But having been grafted into a Vol family, I now have orange blood coursing through my veins too.  So through thick and thin, I will continue to sport orange nail polish on my toes, wear orange shirts and dresses, and carry an orange purse and wear my “T” earrings with pride. 

And looking on the bright side:

  1. Lane who?
  2. Any win from now to the end of the season will be a happy surprise.  Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to beat Vandy. (And Kentucky, if that isn’t asking too much.)
  3. Alabama fell.  I’m not adding the Spurrier family to my Christmas card list, but the enemy of our enemy is our friend.
  4. True fans quietly persevere.  Losing seasons help thin the herd of the blowhards and bloviators that give the rest of us a bad rep.
  5. The UT team we know and love will return.  There are countless talented young men out there, practicing and playing their hearts out on Friday nights, and dreaming of a chance to run through the T.

Happy Monday,

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