Remember

Do you blog?
You should. Blogging beats Facebook, and here is why:
The other night, I couldn't remember a detail about something that happened like 3 years ago.
I searched my blog archives, and sure enough, the answer was there. Booyah.


Blogging: 1 Facebook: 0.


Do you have a blog that you've been neglecting? Why? Did you run out of things to say? Do you feel like you can't blog unless you have an elegant manuscript to post?
Who cares? Out of the 133 people that have permission to view this blog, I think only 15 or so come back regularly, and y'all would come back to read no matter what I posted, right? Right. So if you're hung up on posts that you need to catch up on, or you don't have the time to edit photos or writing to perfection before posting, here is my advice:


Blog anyway.

Edit later. Catch up later. Sit and write an amazing article later. In the meantime, don't miss documenting the everyday. I've only had this blog for 5(ish) years, and there are already so many little things that when I look back and read, I know I never would have remembered had I not blogged about them. Imagine how much foggier days like today will be in 30 years.
I'll want to have access to details my memory failed to hold captive.
Whether it is 3 years or 30 years from now, when I read some of these posts, I hope that Future Meg will be filled with gratitude for:

-Corbin being out of diapers
-letting Quincy dress herself
-the paint stain on the Dogwood finally wearing off
-braving a torrential rainstorm to get blueberries and grapes in the ground
-scotch gaurding the sofa
-an easier first day of school for Reese
-Aaron's job
-helping others and accepting help offered
-literacy
-saturdays spent driving to and from the temple
-Q's hair no longer being a mullet
-choosing good friends
-hours in line to meet princesses at Disneyland
-magnifying church callings
-bagging chores and spending a day at the splash park
-skipping naps and playing in the pouring rain
-hours spent on lesson plans
-deciding to save this or get rid of that
-going on dates and little getaways with Aaron
-efforts to be more frugal
-splurging on things that mattered
-trying new things
-taking the kids to the library
-trials overcome
-saturday morning runs and soccer games
-time and money spent building and maintaining a food storage supply and 72 hr kits
-keeping my house clean
-growing our hair out to donate
-remodeling our house
-reading good books
-long drives to visit family
-battling weeds and bugs to have a garden



I know some of these are small things, but my hope is that in years to come, reading posts like the ones about raising baby chicks and the long wait for eggs will remind us of what a miracle and a blessing it is to get fresh eggs from our backyard every morning. Eggs are a novelty that will probably wear off eventually and I don't want to take it for granted. Sticky hands and syrupey kisses are a novelty I don't want to take for granted. Glue stick decorated chairs are a novelty I don't want to take for granted.
My children will not be small forever. I was slapped with that reality when I sent Reese of to 1st grade yesterday. Really? 1st grade? Pretty soon it will be high school, and all we will have of what's behind us are memories.

and hopefully, 1200 more blog posts to help us relive them.

Harvested

10 Butternut Squash.

Boom. Roasted, pureed, and frozen for soup when it is less than 100* outside.

"The only thing we have to fear is fear itself"---and fireworks.

Looky looky what I came across while scanning wedding photos yesterday. I stand totally justified in my fear o' fireworks after finding this little play by play slide show that was taken at the end of my wedding reception. At some weddings, they throw rice. Other weddings have bubbles. My sister had butterflies for all of the guests to release.

Our wedding had fireworks.
Of course, Sparklers were illegal in our county, so they had to be purchased out of state, and "smuggled" in.

A) Being the "gentleman", Aaron braved the ring of fire first and paved a path to the car.


2) I freak out. (lots of hairspray, remember? And this was the end of the day, people. I'd had to re-apply several times. I'm more fumes than bride at this point)

D) Hold it.
Um. Hello?!
Hey, Romeo. How about if you get the crap back over here and get your wife safely into the car? Do you not see that I am pinned against our escape vehicle, being showered with sparks by a crowd of people who don't take me seriously when I say there is an entire can of Aqua Net on my head? And wait! Where are you going, anyway? Are you not driving?

Let's take a closer look at Aaron.
Busted.