I am getting prepped and ready to go to Colorado Springs for the Tiny House Jamboree on the first weekend in August. I am udder introverted and it’s times like these I wonder why in the heck I said ‘okay’ to speaking at the event (but I am still oddly excited), I have a vague idea of what I want to say but that’s it, a vague idea… In my nervousness I have found a plethora of ways to procrastinate figuring out something a little more solid. For instance, I made Hazel a new dress:
I’ll be making one just like it for me! Because, adorable.
Other ways to procrastinate what I SHOULD be doing have included, refacing every cupboard and drawer in my house, building new stairs, putting a fresh coat of paint on the entire interior of the house. Seriously, I don’t mess around, procrastination has been a serious tool to GSD (get ‘stuff’ done) in my life! Here are some progress photos of that:
Denver is liking the new couch
I built a new, sturdier, dog food drawer too.
I like the finish of just the wood
but I painted it white anyway :)
Figuring out the new stairs
I went with boxes, as I had drawn them up in the plans rather than the steel frame I originally had
it feels sturdier!
breaking out the old frame
For good measure I put some cabinet doors on there, makes it look a little cleaner
but functions the same way!
With the exception of resealing the outside of my house (which will be done before August, I bet ya!), I think I have exhausted my avenues of procrastination… which means I will have to focus in on what my talk will be about.
It’s kind of cool to be given a platform to speak, directly to people who are interested in what I am interested in, for an hour about what I feel is the most important thing I have learned on this whole wild ride… sometimes and hour seems SO long but mostly I think… how can I possibly fit it all in one hour!? The shorter the talk the more time is needed to prepare, weeding out the ‘fluff’ is hard!
The vague idea that I want to convey is that DIY is important! I want to encourage others to do this themselves. The journey is important for more than one reason!
With that, here is a family update of my turkeys:
Our new meeting center in town
Jacks Urban Meeting Place (JUMP)
Dinner at Nanas
Playing on our own personal beach!
2 minute bike ride from our house!
Standing on EVERYTHING
My flowers, from SketchUp last year, I didn’t kill them!
This is how Hazel eats burritos, I didn’t know this had to be taught! :)
toothy! 7.5 of them!
Hunting Strawberries with Auntie
checking out the horses
he poked her in the face. no fear.
She required coaxing, she didn’t want to just poke him
first manicure but cousin Celeste
She did awesome and thought it was SO cool
Then she painted poppys toes, bright red!
little man is SO dang cute!
two hats! no way!
big day of painting, wiped her out! bedtime was at 6 that day
breakfast with mom and bro!
I was nervous, it was succesful
4,800 s.f. to play in (mom and dad’s house) and they choose the hallway…
and Denver has to check on them
Miles stole his ball, drove him nuts for 10 minutes! he patiently waited though!
turn around is fair play…
and granny just get’s in on the fun!
from Denny too!
Manicure take 2
Getting this party started!
Chilling with uncle! Who is doing AMAZING for just breaking his chest and back, right!?)
we’re outgrowing the tub!
so cool to be 2 minutes from home!
the bearded daughter
and the concerned/angry son
We saw our first movie with the kids (at thinking age)
Finding Dory, Hazel loved it, Miles and I walked the hall :)
Today was my grandpas memorial. It’s been planned for today since he passed away last August. Since then his wife, my grandma, also passed away (May 19th) so it became a celebration for them both, I think they would have preferred that anyhow.
My mom, uncle (Scott) and aunt (Susie) did a great job putting everything together, there was a military honor where my grandpa (who fought in WWII) was honored and a folded flag was presented to my uncle in his honor. My families quilts were on display (my grandmother was a great quilter), mom, Scott and Susie each had some words to say, they talked about the life lessons they had learned from their parents, what they hope to offer their kids, their best memories and some pretty funny experiences that were had through the years.
My favorite was a story my uncle told about my grandpa, his family values and priorities in life. You have to understand my grandpa is a horse guy, through and through, he rode horses by himself since he was three years old, his main mission in WWII was under the direction of General Patton to rescue the last of the Lipizzaner horses that were being eaten in Yugoslavia, it was the much of the bond that we had in common. He has been offered lots of money for his horses and he has always taken a great amount of pride in his animals. In this story my uncle was telling everyone about getting ‘his’ horse. They all got a horse when they were 8 and they had to break it and ride it and take care of it. It was a right of passage. The kids did everything with their horses, they ‘used them as diving boards’, they swam in the river, they dressed them up in clothes, everything. One day my grandpa was getting an earful from a friend about how those kids were ‘going to ruin those horses’ if they didn’t tone it back. My uncle overheard grandpa tell this guy ‘I would be real worried if I was raising horses!’ With one sentence he shut that down in the most profound way! He is raising kids, THAT was his priority, no matter how important his animals were they never were what mattered most. It was heart warming and it was neat to see into their lives in a way that I never had.
When they were done they turned it over to those who attended to say anything they wished. The first to step up was a man, probably in his late fifties/early sixties who was moved to tears over the passing of grandpa. When he was 3 years old my grandpa had saved him from drowning and he never forgot. He said some very nice things about my grandpa, he attributed all good things in his life, his wife, his kids, his grand kids, to my grandpa. He said without him he wouldn’t have had any of it. How amazing. I had no idea.
I am definitely not a toasting/speech giver but I was prepping myself to go say something, my grandpa was a pretty important person to me.
I was holding Miles, he was fussing (he was not a fan of the 21 gun solute!), I stood up in my first effort to get some nerves in gear. Flop, my chair falls over. Unbeknownst to me, Hazel was standing on the back of the chair, me getting up caused her to fall over and hit her head on the chair behind us. She cried quiet tears and I stepped outside to make sure she was ok. All was good and I went to go back in, gearing up again. On the way in she notified me she needed to go to the bathroom, we handled it quickly so that I could get back inside and say something…
I go back in and Miles started yammering on through other peoples’ words so I stuck a boob in his mouth… He was hungry. I just don’t have the kind of guts needed to get up in front of a crowd while breastfeeding and talk with all eyes on me… so that was game over. Talks over, people file out, tables get set up and the party begins. Grandpa bought the first round and we had a great visit (that is still on going). While the kids nap though I thought I would take my opportunity to say what I wanted to say there, here. Partly because I feel guilty I didn’t do it there and because I think it’s important to acknowledge the good in others, always!
It would have been something like this – “Here I thought I was the apple of my grandpa’s eye ;-). I always felt that grandpa and I had a special bond, and we did. Sitting in here though I see that he had a very special bond with so many people! I think that speaks to the kind of guy he was and if there is anything to learn from that it is that it is important to make others feel special. To be present. To make them laugh. To connect through stories and to just be there, with people. I think that is something we can all do a little better at and something we can all take away from our interactions with grandpa. Every relationship is special and it takes nothing for use to treat them that way!”
I will take that through life with me.
I am sorry Miles didn’t get to see you grandpa, he would have liked ya too! I miss you.
It was standing room only in there, so many people came out to the memorial
Very proud of my mom who did just amazing telling everyone about Grandma and grandpa