26 February 2015


I have been thinking of my home lately. And this is something I ponder frequently. I always think of things to do to make it more home for me. More the way I want it. Less cluttered. More decorative. Showing of my personality and the family that lives here. 

The Hartmans not being exponentially wealthy does hinder us a little bit. And I've written before about the necessity of making your house a home right now rather than when you can afford it. But there always seems to be something in the way. Some naggling thing stopping me. Okay it's most procrastination and pure laziness. 

I am quite aware of the irony of my life spent wrapped in too many blankets with pillows all over surrounded by piles of clean clothes that need to be folded whilst pinning away beautifully decorated homes. 

It's just that lately I've had less than zero energy, and all of these projects are looming in on me so rather than do them all I just do nothing because that seems to do wonders for my anxiety. What I need is a good old fashioned schedule. Then I need someone to follow me around and give me a good whack when I stray from it. 

Since I will turn 34 in a few days I guess I can consider that my personal new year in which I make my personal resolutions. The year of 34 wants to help Rhonda get organized. Not really organized because although my work may look messy it's really quite organized even if I'm the only person that has the vaguest idea of the system. There is still a system, and I still accomplish all of the goals I set out to accomplish. I just need to translate that to my personal/home life. 

I always complain that I don't have enough time for things, but I actually do have quite a lot of extra time. I just squander it on things that I don't necessarily want to do, and I never do the things I actually need or want to do. The year of 34 shall change that. 

First goal, cleaning schedule. I always get so overwhelmed because the house is a mess, but like I said, rather than simply doing it I ignore it hoping that somehow the house elves will come take care of it for me. (spoiler: they never do!) 

Second goal, home decor schedule. I figure if I separate the house into twelve sections and focus on one section each month then by the time we reach The Year of 35 (good gosh!) that the house will be fully functional and decorated the way I would like for it to be. 

Third goal, open store. I've been longing to open a sort of boutique with interesting type home made goods in it from local people. Think kitschy flea market type of place with interesting soaps, candles, etc.  I have great ideas, but the problem is that I have no clue how to set up the business aspect of it. I can tell you exactly how the shelving shall look and displays shall be set up, but I have no clue how to legally open a business. I really don't want to get sued is the main thing. 

Fourth goal, organic and chemical free life. I've been slowly doing this starting with cruelty free and switching to organic as I go, but I want to really take the plunge. I want to revive the gardens I abandoned and grow things organically. I want an herb garden inside. I want to purge our lives of the chemicals that are most likely slowly killing us. 

The Year of 34 is a big one in my mind. I'm practically a grown up. 

25 February 2015


Today is the day my mom came into the world. 

She has been a great mom, willing to admit to her mistakes, apologize, and keep going. To me that's better than anything. 

She has been a wonderful yaya, and I miss her dearly every single day. I often wish Florida and Oklahoma didn't have all that distance in between them, so I could see her more often.

She's pretty rad. 

Thanks Mom. For everything you have done for me, and thank you for always being there if I need to vent or complain or just talk. I appreciate you. Today and Everyday.

Happy Birthday Mom! <3 p="">

24 February 2015


The snows have come with a gentle fury that covered the ground, turned to slush on the roads, and canceled school for the day. This leaves my day wide open to do what I love to do best (read and watch tv while relaxing). I really should be writing, but words seem to elude me when I am working on my long waiting book. Maybe it only wants to be one hundred pages? 

Le sigh. 

Let us talk about other things. Happy things. Like crisp white fluff (can something be both crisp and fluff?) coating the ground with the sun shining on it making it sparkle like glitter while it blinds you. 

The dogs have been out romping in the snow; they come in with balls of ice hardened into their paws and they spend their first few minutes inside chewing it out and de-thawing themselves. 

The cats are curious about the snow but only in the manner that they want to look at it through the window and sniff at the dogs disdainfully, as cats do, when they come in. The cats act like they want to get out and investigate, but all of us who know cats realize that it's just a farce. 


We just took a trip over to Lake Arcadia to let the dogs run. Tons of photos were taken, so be on the look out for them. Ya know...once I download them from my camera. 

22 February 2015


I have been sick for what feels like forever, but is in all actuality going on three weeks. Except three weeks is forever. It started with a cough that was annoying, but not terribly upsetting. Then the stuffiness came. 

A sinus infection the doctor said. 

I've now finished my course of antibiotics, and we've added a sore throat to the mix. I'm basically miserable. 

The only time I feel good is when I'm asleep, and I think that's just because whatever this is doesn't exist in dreams. 

I have been having some pretty spectacular dreams. I should really write them down because they're either crazy or they're actual dreams that I'd love to come true. 

Anyway, I have been slacking on blogging and that's why. 

But I do wonder...is there a call for a business that finds special things that people are looking for? Like they'd call me and say, "I want a 1963 record player in red" and then I'd get on it, and I would find it for them. Is that a thing? 

15 February 2015


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     The past year I have been entering a new foray into teaching middle school. It's been interesting, a learning experience, so much fun, and incredibly just wonderful mixed with some awkwardness, weird smells, and tough moments.

I always thought I was firmly rooted in high school teacher, but now I'm not so certain. There is a certain satisfaction that comes from teaching the more basic elements of literature and writing that comes with teaching a lower grade. It's certainly much more rewarding working at a "low" urban school versus working at a "high" suburban school. 

If I were to describe middle school to someone who hasn't experienced middle school since they were in middle school I would tell them to bring air freshener, a sense of humor, and check your embarrassment at the door. Also, just know that if middle schoolers are talking about you don't take it personally because they are talking about everyone. Plus, if you're an adult who is actually caring that middle schoolers are talking about you then you should probably check into that because it's a whole 'nother issue. 

I like middle schoolers. They're honest in a refreshing way. Speaking of talking about you, they typically will say it loud enough right in your room if they have something negative to say which is refreshing since high schoolers think they're starring in an episode of Gossip Girl. I just let it go unless it's something that is extraordinarily inappropriate. I'm not that sensitive, and I really don't care what they say. That's really the best attitude to have with them. An eye roll here, a mumble under the breath there. If I stopped to address it every time that happened, it's the only thing we'd do. My advice: Let it go. 

Middle schoolers are at an awkward phase of life, which is kind of perfect for me, considering I never left that phase. We're all awkward together, and the fact that I'm so goofy and awkward makes them feel safer being goofy and awkward. I've gotten to know the super goofy awkward side of some of the most reserved kids. 

I just wanted to reflect on it before the year was over because I am finding that the good days outweigh the bad, and when I really think about it I am really happy with that awkward middle school life. 

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