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On Weekends and Bowling

September 26, 2011 By Kelle

The weekend began, as good weekends do, spilling sunshine from blue skies. We went out for breakfast–my favorite out-to-eat meal–and dabbled in the art of weekend nothingness.

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My Saturday gift came in the form of a trip to the hospital where I sat in my friend’s room and held her sweet new girl–seven hours old–and studied her features, ran my fingers over the cowlick of silky hair that hugged her perfect head, and inhaled the rare opportunity to experience the miracle of really new life. I speak fluent newborn, you know. And I could have sat in that room holding that baby all day.

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Welcome to the world, Rowan!



But other babies called.

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And today? It was gray. Not mysterious gray or depressing gray, but soft and calming stay-in kind of gray.

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And while there are many different kinds of rains here–loud and thundrous downpours, beach storms, scattered showers–today, it rained soft and steadily. And it was cozy.

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I can’t say the same for last night’s dramatic downpour that slammed windshields in blinding sheets and pounded roofs in a turbulent roar.

We braved the storm last night to head out to a bowling alley after one of those itches hit me out of nowhere. “Let’s go bowling.” Similar but less successful spontaneous itches in my past have included “I’m going to color my hair platinum,” “I’m going to sell Mary Kay,” and “I’m going to apply for a job at Victoria’s Secret.” These ended in purple fried hair, a closet full of make-up I never sold, and getting banned from ever being hired by any Limited company forevermore, respectively.

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But bowling? Bowling delivered.

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Lainey took right to the three-fingered grip of a bowling ball and quickly mastered the art of delivering a roll that would produce the least amount of momentum necessary to keep a ball moving. It took like three minutes for the ball to make it to the end of the lane, and then pins fell in sloooooowwww motttttiiiiiooon, one by one.

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Insert victory dance.

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But it was fun–being all holed up, literally, in a dark alley, while it rained and thundered outside.

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Sister wanted only one thing–to break free from the shackles of her walker and high-tail it down the lane.

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She got close once, but struck out, no pun intended. Okay, totally intended.

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And I discovered some very important things one needs to know about bowling.

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Things I Discovered About Bowling:

1) That alarm that beeps when your foot slips into the slick, waxed surface of the bowling lane? It’s there for a reason. You will fall. Hard. Like arms in the air and legs parallel to the ground kind of fall. Just ask my friend Andrea.

2) If you forget socks, you can buy them at a bowling alley. From a vending machine, and they’re only jacked up six times the regular cost of socks.

3) Bowling shoes are adorable. Keep telling yourself that.

4) Unlike golf, low scores don’t win. Shoot.

5) No matter how many times you try and will the music control guy to stop playing Nickelback, he won’t.

6) Wow, I really do know all the words to Phil Collins’ In the Air Tonight.

7.) Not everyone thinks it’s funny when you talk in a Southern accent all night and holler “Halleluia, sweet Baby Jesus” after anyone strikes.

8.) Waving your arms like this to make the ball go to the right does not make the ball go to the right.

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9.) If you throw the ball so cockeyed, it bounces in another lane, someone will get it for you.

10.) Brett’s serious bowling stance is funny. Like I couldn’t stop laughing at my camera screen every time I caught him in a Neanderthal stretch.

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11.) While waiting for your next turn to bowl, you can kill time by choreographing spare and strike victory dances, giving fake bowling lessons or impersonating Bowland tour guides even though there is no such thing as a Bowland tour. But if there was, it would begin with “Here at Bowland, we…” In a thick Southern accent, of course.

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So there. Bet you’re glad you know that now. Bowl on.

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Congratulations to the Scentsy holiday warmer winner, Comment #180, the doc:<em> Big laughs tonight? Gathering with 2 friends at a university reunion remembering our college crushes and piecing together where they are now – some info real, some imagined. So serious at the time but a few decades out it is giggle-worthy!

doc, please send your contact info to kellehamptonblog@comcast.net with “GIVEAWAY WINNER” in the subject line. Thank you!

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If anyone’s up for some Naples travel (does this entice you?), Bonita by the Beach is offering 20% off listed pricing from now until December 15th.

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And that leaves us at the end of this Monday night where I am wishing you a very happy week indeed.

We shall bake tomorrow. We shall bake and proclaim our love for a good fake Florida fall.

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Friday Quicky

September 23, 2011 By Kelle

Last night I had the pleasure of hosting a surprise party for Heidi’s birthday despite the fact her birthday was weeks ago, a fact that only helped keep any suspicion at bay.

Girlfriend was all gaping-mouthed shocked.

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And my heart swelled seeing her happy and celebrated by our friends because my selfless, ever-serving friend deserved to have the tables turned.

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The fall freak flag unfurled with glowy votives and autumn scents. Huddles of conversation buzzed in every corner, heads tipped in laughter, a stellar playlist drummed out beats, and the walls of my house said “thank you” repeatedly…they like company.

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Every time we gather to celebrate–shifting our schedules to make time–I remind myself how grateful I am for these women, even though now with kids and sports and jobs and husbands, we see each other fewer and farther between. When we’re laughing and toasting and hugging and reminiscing, I always make note, “We should do this more often.”

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We talked and laughed until the wee hours of the night.

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Happy Birthday, dear sister friend.

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End-of-Week Favorites:

The Girl Finally Rocks Braids.

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…and is enamored with my phone. If she manages to score it off a surface in her reach, she goes right to scrolling her little pointers across the screen. It’s always the same: her body position, the intent little “o” on her face as she scrolls, and the angry fit that follows me taking it away.

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…right here in River City!

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And, this week she rocked new words: Dora (initiated by her sister, of course), apple and please.

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yummy Fall Tea Collection tunic

We’re stoked for next week’s new adventure–little tyke soccer.

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Brett and I spent a good five minutes gushing about the tiny size of these cleats today. And Lainey wants to wear them with dresses and skirts and pajamas.

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I wore out the old Facebook page, so I’ve finally created a public page for Enjoying the Small Things. Like it HERE and follow along. I’ll post something tonight to test it out. Pressure’s on.

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Friday Photo Dump:

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Congratulations to the Okllo t-shirt winner, Comment #22–Colby~Megan~Hayden:
We love doggy kisses at our house- my husband thinks its gross too for the same reason. I think it’s hilarious! Sometimes quality is hard to get- but doing the best you can with the time and resources given- moms triumph every single day.

Colby~Megan~Hayden, please e-mail your contact info, with “GIVEAWAY WINNER” in the subject line, to kellehamptonblog@comcast.net. Thank you!

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And just because Fridays are fun with free stuff, a random commenter on this post will be winning a free holiday scent warmer–your choice–courtesy of our sponsor, Jessica Clough’s Scentsy shop. (I am an addict now. I just got the Weathered Leather scent and fell in mad, mad love. It smells like old books and rich leather).

Tell me, what’s the last thing that made you laugh?

Mine: Thirty seconds ago, Brett comes running in from outside, all excited. “Dude, get your camera. There’s bunnies everywhere outside. It’s a freaking convention.” And then he lowers his voice and whispers, “I think they’re M-A-T-I-N-G.”

Thanks for spelling it, Brett. It’s a very, very bad word.

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And while you’re at it…have a fabulous weekend.

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Oh, check out this song by talented budding artist, Rachel Platten. Makes me happy, happy.

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66 Minutes to Save the World

September 22, 2011 By Kelle

Sometimes when I write, it just works. The keyboard and I are practically lovers, and a half hour of pecking paragraphs is like a good make-out session. Like I could smoke a cigarette when it’s done and feel good because writing did exactly what I wanted–provided this magical outlet to express myself. (For the record, I’ve only smoked three cigarettes in my life and two of them were under the bleachers at a Montrose Highschool Football game when I was Homeschooled Girl flirting with disaster).

It doesn’t always happen. Sometimes, it’s laborious and I’m critical and it just feels like I’m trying too hard. Sometimes that’s true. Sometimes I hit “publish” thinking “this isn’t very good” and sometimes I’m right. That’s part of any passion. Artists paint crap sometimes and photographers take blurry photos. Teachers have bad days and accountants make major errors in tallying receipts. But you do what you do because you love it, not because you’re good or getting there or very bad and trying.

My point is that my last Hallmark piece was a difficult piece for me to write. I had a horrible case of writer’s block and when I hit publish, I winced. I wasn’t happy with my product, and I didn’t think it was any good.

And it really doesn’t have anything to do with writing but more with the presented subject–the idea of women wanting to be the best moms, the best wives, the best people despite our limited circumstances. I realize how powerful we are when we listen to each other. And I really listened in your comments. And I smiled realizing that what I thought was not my best writing was still honest, and it brought some poignant responses that made me think.

I want moms who struggle to feel better about themselves. I want women who have to work to pick up their kids from daycare, drive home and spend those couple precious hours before bedtime knowing that quality is valued more than quantity. I want my friend who is going through chemo and feels guilty for what she can’t do with her babies right now to understand: Good Lord, they know! They know you love them, they feel it with the precious time you do give them. And I want to believe this myself–because sometimes I forget.

You take what you are given and you work with it. You smile and you love the bejesus out of everyone around you for every second you’re blessed to do it. You make it work, and you give it–you give them–your all, your passion, the secret part of your heart that says things you want them to hear. Like “you mean more than any of this.”

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After a busy day today, I figured I’d prove my point. One hour. One hour that extended six minutes past. I took my girls and buckled them into their seats and told Brett we’d be back in an hour. And, in the span of sixty-six short minutes, I gave them my all. I was funny. I was attentive. I poured out motherly love from a gushing hose.

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We played I Spy in the car and I purposely didn’t say “the sky” for my first guess on Lainey’s “I spy something blue” even though I knew it was the sky. I wanted her to have the satisfaction of stumping me. And when I looked back at her in her car seat, I really looked. I smiled with my eyes and I said I love you with every cell in my body.

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We went to the beach. A short drive and a very short trip to the shore just to sink our feet in, grab a few shells, chase a few seagulls.

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Our pants got wet, and sand stuck to Nella’s sticky palms, but that’s okay.

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We didn’t stay long. It didn’t matter. Lainey can’t tell time yet, and she only measures anything by how much fun she has anyway.

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I love this necklace: Stella & Dot

Our favorite beach store was closed, so we skipped popsicles to take this picture in front of the ice box…

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…and scurried on our way with thirty-four minutes to spare.

We decided to cross off a quick swings & slides from our adventure scavenger hunt and mad-dashed through puddles to make it to a soggy playground while time was a-tickin’.

Butts got wet, clothes got soaked–kids smiled.

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And then it got really fun. Lainey caught on to this how-much-fun-can-we-have-in-one-hour game, and we were flying. Laughing, running back to the car, checking the clock to see what else we could cram in our Hour of Power.

Fifteen minutes to spare. We’d hit a Whole Foods on the way home, its juice bar perfect for our grand finale smoothie treat.

We pulled in as it was getting dark, and I snapped a picture of my dashboard clock to say we did it in an hour, even though we intended to take our time inside.

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And we did. We slowly rolled our cart through aisles, taking time to sniff sandalwood soaps, roll on essential oils, browse the colorful produce display. I forgot what time it was and brought two happy kids home ready for bed.

Lainey asked if we could play our game again tomorrow. Because she had more fun in sixty-six minutes than she had in a while. Quality. Not quantity.

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You take what you have been given and you make the most of it. Your kids will know you love them.

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Kids just know these things.

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Giveaway winner for a free baby blanket, courtesy of Cozy Rags:
Commenter #472: Jenny–We in sunny California are soaking up the last bits of summer before we dive head first into fall baking, pumpkin patches, crock pot cooking and cuddling under cozy blankets! Can’t wait until fall hits us!

Congratulations, Jenny! Please send your contact info to kellehamptonblog@comcast.net and type “Giveaway winner” in the subject line.

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And when I read the quote on the Benjamin Franklin tee, it had my Nella’s name all over it. “Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.”

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One commenter on this post will win a free t-shirt of their choice, courtesy of Okllo.

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Sending you off with my two favorite funnies from today.

A: I randomly happened upon this and laughed: Lainey tucked in Olivia and her brother under the covers–a.k.a., tears in her quilt.

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B: Gross but true: Nella challenges the dog to kiss her.

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On the mouth.

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Brett thinks it’s disgusting because–and I quote: “Dogs lick their butts with those tongues.”

His disgust only makes it ten times funnier.

Happy, Happy Whatever-Day-It-Is when you read this.

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