Table for Eight

 They're magically delicious. Lately I've been thinking a lot about how difficult it is to live my life with consistent goals/purpose. For example, here's a sampling of some of my contradictions just this month: "Eat healthy. Fuel your body. Choose whole foods." "Oh celebrate St. Paddy's Day! Life is meant to be FUN--and making processed marshmallow treats with processed sugary cereal will be F-U-N! Yay! Fun, fun, fun, fun ...." "Don't use cosmetics that test on animals; it just seems so cruel." "We need a medication that happens to be tested on animals. NO PROBLEM WITH ME--fill that prescription." "Use your words to build people up." "Son of a b#*$^! I can't find my keys for the 2,000th time. WHO HAS MY Mother-flippin' keys?" (PS: This happens either out loud or in my head daily. And sometimes over things that are so trivial. My patience level is insanely low for some reason.) ...

Met this guy Saturday while Dave and I were visiting a working farm in our area. Hilarious. I mean, turkeys are seriously trippy looking. For as long as I can remember I have been a To Do List kinda person. I make a list for myself each morning. I make a list for our kids (well, now that they are older, it's not so much a list as a calendar). And I make a HUGE list on our chalkboard wall each Sunday night with the BIG events, appointments, holidays or due dates for our family. I'm not sure why, but there's just something that makes me more calm/happy about seeing things on a list.  Now before you say "Oh, that's a Type A Personality thing" or "Lists are for X kinda person," l et me just say this: the lists aren't about achieving something, and  I usually don't panic if I can't complete everything them, t he lists just help me feel some calm and control in a world that is fairly detailed and often UNCONTROLLABLE. Yanno wha...