Confessions of a Former Reader

07.21.10 in My Crazy Life | 6 comments

I used to be an avid reader. I devoured books. Inhaled them. I would stay up all hours of the night to finish just one more chapter, which, in actuality turned into reading the entire book in one sitting. I loved books. When I was a little girl, my mom would take me to the library, and I’d max out my library card on Nancy Drew mysteries and Sweet Valley Twins volumes. In high school, my obsession with Mary Higgins Clark novels led me to read every single book she ever wrote. In college, I read anything and everything I could get my hands on.

Then I went to seminary, and my days of reading for pleasure ended abruptly. I had no time to read for pleasure after I finished reading for class. And let me tell you: there was lots of reading for class. We read books and wrote reviews to sharpen our critical thinking skills, and apparently those skills needed lots of sharpening, because I read hundreds of books and thousands of pages for my classes.

During each semester, I compiled a list of books that I would like to read, if only I had the time. But I never had the time. I always imagined that after graduation I would pick up where I left off in my love affair with books.

But it seems that books and I are still taking a break in our relationship. I honestly do not remember the last book I read from cover to cover, and that’s a shame, because we really did have a good thing going back in the day.

I’m trying to repair our broken relationship, but it’s not easy. My attention span just isn’t what it used to be, and sometimes taking a nap is a lot more appealing than opening a book. But I’m trying. I started by purchasing one of the books on my wish list: The God I Don’t Understand, by Christopher Wright. And I’m making progress. Just last night I turned the page on chapter five.

In addition to actually purchasing a book, I have also signed up as a reviewer for Book Sneeze, a book review program offered by Thomas Nelson. Basically, I receive free books in exchange for blogging book reviews. I like free books. Don’t you? I should be receiving my first book soon. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you all about it later.

Reading is a discipline that I have neglected lately, but it’s a discipline that’s absolutely necessary for any writer. All good writers are voracious readers. That’s just how it is. You cannot be a good writer unless you are first a good reader. I’m afraid that the drought in my writing life is directly tied to the drought in my reading life. Reading introduces me to fresh ideas and even sharpens my critical thinking skills.

I guess the professors knew what they were doing when they forced us to read.

But I will never forgive a certain church history professor for making me read all 736 pages of Creeds of the Churches. Never. I’m just saying.

All of this thought about books has made me wonder what everyone else is reading these days. What’s on your nightstand? What should I add to my reading list? Go on and tell me. I want to know!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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It’s the Little Things

07.19.10 in Mommyhood, My Crazy Life, Photography | No comments

My baby girl turned 10 months old Saturday. As she gets older and starts looking more like a little girl and less like a baby, it’s the little things I want to remember.

Like these chubby little legs.

This excitable nature.

And this sweet little spot on the back of her neck.

This innocent delight.

And, of course, these bright blue eyes and two tiny teeth.

I could go on and on. At 10 months old, Micah has a fearlessness that I envy and a mischievousness that gets her in trouble. She plays peek-a-boo with us, crinkles up her little nose and snorts at us, follows us, and climbs all over us. She’s on the verge of walking and takes every opportunity to practice standing up. Though she started out as a picky eater, now she’ll eat anything we put in front of her, but she has a fondness for Cheerios and bananas that can’t be beat. She’s sweet and funny and easy-going and happy and as delightful as a little girl can be.

As she grows up before my eyes, It’s the little things I want to savor and remember. Soon her mouth will be filled with lots of tiny little teeth. That sweet spot on the back of her neck will be covered with blonde curls, and the chub will fall off her little legs. But her eyes will always be bright blue. And I pray that she’ll keep her innocent delight and sense of adventure. Right now, the little things are the precious things in our lives.

Until next time, grace and peace.

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A Tale from My Crazy Life

07.09.10 in Hodgepodge, My Crazy Life | 4 comments

Yesterday, Micah and I traveled to the big city so I could shop for a new swimsuit. Let’s just say that after giving birth to a child, my old suits are a little {ahem} inappropriate. It was time for a new swimsuit.

I hadn’t exactly been looking forward to the task, but white water rafting and log flumes are looming in my future, and it was now or never. I chose now.

Because I had to return a pair of sandals to Target, I decided to start there, and after getting Micah settled into her stroller, I promptly selected about 207 items to try on my post-baby body. I made my way to the fitting room, where the attendant looked horrified at the mountain of clothes I had piled onto the stroller’s handles. I assured her that I would only take six items into the room at a time. She handed me my number tag, and I wheeled the stroller into the narrow walkway between the dressing rooms.

Which is where I discovered a few things.

First: the stroller wouldn’t fit through the stall door.

Second: if I somehow managed to wrangle the stroller through the door, I wouldn’t fit in the stall. Which would defeat the purpose of getting the stroller into a fitting room.

Third: the handicapped stall was occupied.

I decided to wait it out. When a little blonde girl about as big as my pinkie finger finally left the handicapped fitting room, I wheeled the stroller in and settled into the task of finding a flattering suit. Imagine my shock when the first tankini I tried on was a winner! I was even more pleased to discover I needed a smaller size.

I flipped through the pile of swimsuits I had hauled into the fitting room to find the smaller size {because I always take at least two sizes of the same item into a dressing room with me}, but I was out of luck. So, I pulled on one of the swimsuit coverups I had selected, left behind my clothes, and strolled out of the dressing room. I quickly retrieved the size I needed, made my way back to the fitting rooms, wheeled the stroller into the hallway, and opened the door of the handicapped stall.

And startled a half-dressed college girl.

Oops.

I quickly closed the door and asked tentatively, “Umm…are my clothes still in there?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “I’ll be out in a minute and switch to another room.”

“I’m so sorry!” I answered. “I didn’t realize you were in there.”

And then the awkward silence followed, during which I wondered, “What is it with these girls taking the handicapped stall??”

When she hurriedly exited the stall with an armload of bikinis, I avoided her eyes and scurried back inside the only room that would hold both me and the stroller. I shed the too-big suit and tried on the smaller size.

It fit! Yay for finding an appropriate swimsuit so quickly! But I had other items to try on, so I took off the suit and laid it on the bench.

Which is when I discovered the poor girl’s undergarments. That’s right. Undergarments. Plural. Bra and Panties.

As if I hadn’t already exchanged enough awkwardness with the girl, now I had to tell her that she left her underwear behind.

Who in the world tries on bikinis without their underwear?? The thought makes me shudder. Seriously. Who does that??

The crazier thing, when I knocked on the girl’s stall and told her she had left her underwear behind, she denied it!

“No, I didn’t,” she said. “I’m wearing my panties.”

Umm…no you’re not, I thought to myself. I know because they’re in a pile in my dressing room.

“Maybe I left my bra in there,” she said.

Yes, you did, I thought. And your panties!

“Well, you’ll probably want your stuff before you leave. Just wanted to let you know that it was in there,” I muttered.

I tried to finish up and get out of there before she did, but I was unsuccessful. When we met in the hallway, again, I stepped aside and let her grab her undergarments. Plural.

Funny thing. The panties that weren’t hers disappeared from the bench.

Now why would she go and take someone else’s underwear?

I’m just saying.

Don’t you wish you were me? Needless to say, when I got home, I promptly threw my new suit into the washing machine. Wouldn’t you?

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Tutorial: Avoiding the Post Office

07.08.10 in Senojal Designs, Tutorials | No comments

In case you haven’t noticed, I have a daughter. A little daughter. A daughter who is nine and a half months old and checks in at barely 15 pounds. She’s tiny. Tiny people require carseats. And carseats with tiny people in them are heavy. Really heavy. Even if you only have to haul them around for a few minutes.

I love the job that carseats perform, but they’re such a hassle. It takes so much time to strap Micah in and out of her seat that if I’m only going to be out of the car with her for a few minutes, I roll up my sleeves and take out the whole carrier. Because it’s easier. And faster. But heavier.

So when Senojal Designs started booming and the orders rolled in, I consolidated my trips to the post office as much as I could. I was grateful for the business, but I hated the six-mile roundtrip trek to the post office, hauling Micah in and out of the car in the aforementioned carrier, standing in line, juggling packages, and wasting 30 minutes of my day on such a mundane task.

I started looking for solutions.

Many etsy sellers choose to use the integrated shipping option offered by PayPal, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that. Have you ever gotten a package with a PayPal label taped to the front of it? They’re ugly, no? I want my packages to be pretty, just like the stationery I sell, so PayPal shipping was out for me.

Other etsy sellers recommended using stamps.com for shipping, but since I’m cheap frugal, I refused to pay the monthly service fee. I don’t need all the bells and whistles that come with a service like stamps.com. I just wanted to print postage like the post office. I wasn’t interested in big labels or tracking packages. Just postage, please.

I ordered a kitchen shipping scale from Amazon and continued to research my options.

When I first stumbled upon Endicia, I dismissed it as I had stamps.com, but when I revisited the site, I found what I had been looking for all along: printable postage with no monthly fee. I couldn’t have been more excited. I downloaded the software, ordered some postage labels, and waited anxiously to try it out.

Y’all, it couldn’t have been easier. So far, I’ve shipped four packages using Endicia’s free service, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. No more trips to the post office while lugging around a heavy baby carrier. Only a walk to the mailbox while Micah naps.

As with all things that seem too good to be true, there is a catch. For one thing, you can only print first class postage for packages that weigh 13 ounces or less. If your package weighs more than that, you’ll have to either take it to the post office, or use a Priority Mail flat rate box {Endicia does print flat rate Priority Mail postage}. The vast majority of my packages weigh less than 13 ounces, so this really isn’t an issue for me. I don’t mind going to the post office occasionally, I’m just not interested in going two or three times a week.

Before you sign up for Endicia’s printable postage, you should know that you can only print the postage on labels supplied by Endicia. I paid roughly $20 for 124 labels, which is a negligible cost for me. It’s worth it to avoid the post office.

If you’re running a small business from home and looking for an inexpensive shipping solution, this is the way to go. Seriously. I wouldn’t lie to you. See for yourself, and let me know what you think!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Rufus the Immovable Turtle

07.07.10 in My Crazy Life | 2 comments

I grew up eating watermelon and shooting fireworks on the Fourth of July, but when I married Dennis, I was introduced to another brand of Independence Day festivities. What could be more exciting than watermelon and fireworks, you ask? Catfish and turtle races.

Every year, the fine people at Cato Baptist Church host a catfish fry and turtle race to celebrate the Fourth of July. It’s always an event to remember. Not only is the catfish amazing {so I hear, I’m not a catfish connoisseur}, the turtle race is also a source of delight for both kids and adults.

The hunt for turtles begins weeks before the race. In years past, my father-in-law has been known to drag the pond to catch a slew of turtles. For a couple of years, the Jones family supplied many a kid in Cato with a turtle to enter in the race. We always had a winner, since we held a couple of practice rounds in the yard before we headed off to the race.

That’s not cheating, is it??

But this year, there was no pond dragging. Micah and her cousins had one turtle to share between them. Lauren {my niece} dubbed him Rufus. We painted his name on his back, loaded him in a bucket, and headed off to church, sure that he would give the other turtles a run for their money.

Not so. Rufus didn’t move. At all. The race began, and other turtles scurried to the edge of the circle. But not Rufus. He stayed put. Never moved a muscle.

So much for our winning streak.

There’s always next year, right??

Until next time, grace and peace.

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A Day of Rest…Kind of

06.28.10 in My Crazy Life | No comments

I have declared today to be a day of rest. We have been going nonstop for the past few weeks, and last night I crashed. Literally. I fell into bed at 9:30 p.m. If you know me at all, you know that an early bedtime is incredibly unusual for me. I tend to stay up very late. I always have. But last night, my body told me that it needed to get horizontal. So I listened.

Thankfully, my sweet child slept all the way through the night and only woke up when I went to get her at 9 this morning. We ate breakfast together and played for a bit, but when naptime rolled around, I got her settled and crawled back into bed myself.

For two more hours.

I feel much better now.

Now it’s naptime {again}, and I’ve managed to clean the bathroom and take out the trash. It may sound kind of crazy, but it was a relaxing activity. I’ve been so busy with Senojal Designs lately that I’ve let housework slide. Finally tackling the ring around the bathtub gave me a sense of accomplishment. Thank goodness that I finally eradicated it. Now I can actually soak in the tub without worrying that I’ll catch some kind of communicable disease.

I don’t have much more on the agenda today. When Micah wakes up, we’ll play for a while, and I’ll cook supper, and we’ll have some family time before it’s time for bed again.

It hasn’t been a very exciting day, but it’s been a good day. Everyone needs a day of rest sometimes. How do you relax??

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Parenting Tip No. 1: Shut Out the Sun

06.18.10 in Mommyhood, My Crazy Life | No comments

I’m not a parenting expert by any means, but I am a parent, and I absolutely must share this tip. Over the past several weeks, Micah has begun waking up earlier and earlier. She used to sleep until 8:30 or even 9 every. single. morning. Without fail.

Sigh.

I didn’t know how good life was.

Then she began waking up at 8 a.m.

Then 7:45 a.m.

Then 7:30 a.m.

Then 7:15 a.m.

Then 7 a.m.

Until finally, Monday morning, she woke up at 6 a.m. As I stumbled sleepily {I’ve never pretended to be a morning person} to her room, I marveled at how bright it was in the house.

Then it dawned on me. Literally.

Micah was waking up with the sun. As the days have gotten longer and longer, Micah’s sleeping hours have gotten shorter and shorter.

Later on in the day, I rummaged through our linen closet and came out with a dark brown sheet. I hung it over her curtain rod and crossed my fingers.

The next morning, she slept until 8:30 a.m. And the next, 9 a.m.!

Victory!

So, for what it’s worth, here’s my parenting tip of the day: If your baby is waking up with the sun, shut the sun out of his room. It’s that simple. Life is much better now that we’re back on our old sleeping schedule. Pulling out that sheet was the best idea I’ve had in a while!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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You’ve Got the Wrong Number, Ma’am

06.16.10 in My Crazy Life | No comments

So, last night I was rocking Micah before putting her down to bed when my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Who’s this?” demanded the voice on the other end of the line.

How rude! I thought. And because I was so offended, I answered with another question:

“Who are you trying to reach?”

The mystery voice answered, “I’m trying to reach someone who knocked on the door and told an 85-year-old woman that Jamie had taken $25 and come to find out you took the money and did something illegal with it…”

Or something like that, anyway. I was too shocked to remember the details of the tirade.

I tried to interrupt to tell the lady she had the wrong person.

It took a few tries to get through.

“Ma’am! You have the wrong number.”

“No, I don’t believe I do.”

“Yes, ma’am, you do. I’m not the person you want to talk to.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Do you know the person’s name that you’re trying to reach?”

Nothing but crickets.

“Ma’am?”

“Well…..yeah.”

“Well, what is it? Because my name is Leslie.”

“What?”

“My name is Leslie. Who do you want to talk to?”

Indecipherable mumbling. Then a click.

I think I’m going to run a reverse phone number search and see what I find. Thank you, caller ID. My question is this: Was that for real? Or was that a prank call? What do you think?

Until next time, grace and peace.

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Snippets :: Silver and Gold Edition

06.15.10 in My Crazy Life | No comments

Life has been so busy lately. I’m not complaining, but the busy-ness has kept me off of here and running around like a chicken with my head cut off instead. In lieu of writing a lengthy post to bring you up to speed, I thought a few snippets from the past couple of weeks would be appropriate.

In baby news, Micah has become decidedly more adventurous in her eating choices. Last Thursday, she ate about a quarter of an avocado for lunch. Let me just say that I never imagined my child would voluntarily eat something so green and squishy, but she did, and I was shocked.

When I was in Girl Scouts, we sang a song about friendship. It went like this: “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other gold.” Now, I’m not sure which group of friends is silver and which is gold, but I’ll take both. This past week, I got to spend some time with some of my best high school friends. On Monday, Micah and I took a roadtrip to Memphis for lunch with my high school bestie, and we traveled to Nashville over the weekend for the wedding of another high school friend. It was so nice to spend time with people that I haven’t seen in ages, and I enjoyed myself immensely. Since none of us {that I know of} are planning on attending our 10-year high school reunion {oh my goodness, are we that old??}, I’m glad that we were able to spend some time catching up and visiting with one another.

It. Is. HOT. Oh my goodness. The aforementioned wedding was outside. On the evening of a day that had been pushing 100 degrees. I took pity on Dennis and let him remove his tie, unbutton his collar and roll up his sleeves. Yesterday, Micah and I walked outside for a few minutes to rock on the front porch, but before I even sat down, I decided that it was time to go back inside. It’s only June, people. I know that I live in Mississippi, but seriously. It’s not supposed to be 100 degrees until July.

Speaking of the porch, we’ve taken to taking Micah out to swing in the evenings just before bed. She loves the Little Tikes baby swing we bought for her. She giggled and giggled when we put her in there for the first time. Baby laughter is such an addictive sound. There’s no sweeter sound in the entire world. See {and hear} for yourself:

Just a Swingin’ from Leslie Ann Jones on Vimeo.

I think that’s about it for now. I’ve only got a bit more time before Micah wakes up from her nap, and there’s work to be done between now and then. I’ve got cards to print, e-mails to send, and orders to package.

Until next time, grace and peace.

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A Buzzworthy Mention: Senojal Designs Blog Love

06.04.10 in Senojal Designs | No comments

Good morning! When I logged in to check my e-mail this morning, I had a pleasant surprise waiting for me. My Little Ladybug suite of invitations, notecards, and party circles on Senojal Designs has been featured on Invitation Buzz today.

Thanks for the mention, Heather! If you’re planning a ladybug party for your little lady, just buzz on over to Senojal Designs and check out the Little Ladybug suite!

Until next time, grace and peace.

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