tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300441202024-03-23T13:18:39.873-05:00Bushel and a PeckChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.comBlogger951125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-7567615440257864802017-02-17T17:08:00.000-06:002017-09-26T16:01:00.815-05:00StrongerHello friends that are left in this corner of the world...
Long time.
I wanted to update those of you still out there - Anton was diagnosed 1/9/17 with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. I've started a new blog to chronicle our family's journey through cancer.
If you are interested to follow along, you can find us here:
http://bucherstrong.blogspot.com/
With love and appreciation - CB
Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-57473307021311104032015-09-28T08:28:00.000-05:002015-09-28T08:28:17.068-05:0030 Days of Nothing - Winding Down
I guess I thought it would be more dramatic. That I would be kind of...you know, twitching and having all sorts of glee about the last few days of "nothing". Plotting out where we'd go first. Scheming for all things sushi. Because after all, Thursday marks October 1st AND the end of my suffering.
Except, as we sat around the table last night talking about the past Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-13214834081703422372015-09-22T09:20:00.000-05:002015-09-22T17:42:54.171-05:0030 Days of Nothing - Sirens Call
I'm not saying that it can't be done. No. Not at all. I'm just saying that it kinda stinks. Like my attitude. I don't know...I'm on the fence. There are some days when we get so creative and the food we make is so tasty, that we don't care as much.
But there are also times when, say...you drive by your favorite Mexican place and you can literally smell Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-39885399357206296422015-09-14T08:37:00.000-05:002015-09-14T08:37:09.136-05:0030 Days ~ Two weeks down
I like to think I'm organized. Day to day, I have a calendar and a to-do list and a million little things stored in my head about how the hours of the day will go. This type of "planning" comes naturally to me and I re-adjust my expectations as needed to get through any particular day or week.
30 Days of Nothing, it has become clear, is all about planning. Unfortunately, Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-5116958956982888022015-09-06T20:37:00.001-05:002015-09-06T20:37:10.187-05:00Week 1 - 30 Days of Nothing
Ham Sandwich courtesy of our kitchen. ©Bushel&APeck
Well, it's uneventful to report daily, so I felt weekly would be more efficient.
Guess what? Whole lot a' shakin going on. Actually, I'm lying. There's nothing going on. Because news flash? 30 days of nothing isn't something - it's the opposite. It's nothing. Nothing to see. Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-82194995742911916152015-08-31T16:27:00.001-05:002015-08-31T16:27:38.090-05:0030 Days in One DayTomorrow is the big day and I'm not lying to you good people - I'm dreading it. Ha! AB? Totally into it. Ready. Willing. Stoked. All manner of "let's do this". Me? Well lets just say that over dinner last night, Quint said "but what about Chipotle, Mommy???" Indeed, son. Indeed.
So...lots of interesting struggles ahead and aChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-4637527120560770202015-08-28T18:06:00.003-05:002015-08-28T18:11:10.107-05:0030 Days of Nothing is BACK
That's right. If you've been following this blog for a while (read = years) you might recall that we enjoy a good challenge now and again. And for a while, we did an annual "30 Days of Nothing". Well, we decided it was time....
For the month of September, we're going to try our hardest to make it through 30 days without spending. GULP!
Since there's no sense in Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-34194506617159580662015-06-26T23:07:00.001-05:002015-06-27T08:10:29.657-05:00Love
My news feed and Facebook wall today has probably looked a lot like yours. Opinions, articles, celebrations and lamentations.
To be honest, it all made me feel wonky inside. Like Swiss cheese, but not as holy. Yes, that’s a pun. It was kind of like being drowned in my own life lemonade, the one I’ve been trying so hard to make while I watch our world (and yes, even my own Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-35885410048320429102015-06-23T13:13:00.000-05:002015-06-23T13:20:28.591-05:00Missing home
It’s been almost a year since I’ve written anything on my little corner of the web. My blog. My writing space. I think about it all the time, and yet when I’m sitting in front of the keyboard, I feel at a loss.
How do you pick up and start again? Where do you start? Do you re-cap? Do you explain? Do you just move on and forge ahead and forget Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-34272565887312847042014-08-12T02:47:00.000-05:002014-08-12T02:47:51.033-05:00Living life...
I spent the early part of my childhood growing up in a house that was about 1100 square feet. We had a massive yard with tons of fruit trees. Tangerines, cherries, and even lemons and limes that we spent summers plucking and eating on warm grass with all of the neighbor kids. Tucked in at the end of a cul-de-sac and only minutes from a park and our elementary school. And Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-15631783589860151552014-06-26T12:23:00.000-05:002014-06-26T12:35:27.313-05:00Life Happens
You already know it. Life is a blink. I can’t keep a grasp on time. I’m watching my kids grow up, get taller, get wiser, more independent, more vocal, develop their own style, make their own friends… It’s like a time-warp. Only I want to get off. Isn’t there a SLOW speed?
Instead, this…
Turning into big kids. Sweet, funny, Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-28685419148386963782014-03-18T00:43:00.001-05:002014-03-18T00:45:05.721-05:00Miss this place…
I saw a picture similar to this one the other day. It resonated with me because it’s true. And since I couldn’t find a good source for credit, I decided to draw my own.
Pathetic artistic ability notwithstanding, you get the point.
Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-79232642802248812872013-11-01T08:21:00.001-05:002014-06-26T10:52:43.911-05:00Halloween 2013
We had a wonderful time last night! Who
wouldn’t have fun with Strawberry Shortcake and feel super de-duperty
safe with the Red Megaforce Ranger?!?! Shoooooooot…..
We’ve
made some fun new friends through Quint’s soccer team, and as luck
would have it – they live in our neighborhood (whoop!). For the first
time in ten years of living here, we met Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-46244202016558739092013-10-18T12:00:00.001-05:002014-06-26T10:54:20.008-05:005 Reasons Why It’s OK Not To Homeschool
Well, first let me just say this: I am not about to hate on the homeschooling mothers of America. No, I am certainly not. Indeed, I have many dear friends who home-school and love it! This is not an attack or a post about home-school vs. public school, or the families who choose one over the other. Homeschooling is a fantastic concept. Do you home-school? Yes?Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-48541235163634639142013-09-26T11:56:00.001-05:002014-06-26T10:56:48.221-05:00Housekeeping & Motherhood Don’t Mix
This is my living room/office/dining room/main living area. I know…hush.
I will not lie and say that it usually never looks like this. Actually, I won’t insult either of our highly intelligent minds by saying anything other than: it looks like this most days. Truth. In fact, I’ll go so far as to add that when my home is clean and tidy, we almost don’t know Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-17156360072062368792013-09-14T20:59:00.002-05:002013-09-29T17:22:08.998-05:00Sickies
I'm still alive and currently WITH my gallbladder. I've steadily gained back my "feel goods" and for the most part I'm feeling normal again. See, that's the thing with Mr. Gallbladder though. He strikes when you least expect it. Usually at 2am. So we're just waiting....a little bit...and waiting some more...
In the meantime, my little Keira has had a rough day!&Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-31744234369182201102013-09-04T11:20:00.004-05:002013-09-29T17:21:04.076-05:00Over it
I know you thought you lost me there. Came back to post only to disappear again. Oh no, you didn’t. I was just sitting in my own little purgatory for the past few days.
My goal was precise: get Quint settled in Kinder, get my house back in order, catch up and organize my workload, settle back into a routine with my little gal at home and start prepping for a packed school Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-64229911654184365582013-08-26T10:57:00.004-05:002014-06-26T10:58:27.582-05:00Kindergarten Blues
I shuffled around, half-asleep, grumbling about the ungodly hour of darkness and how we would need to be getting to bed much earlier to make sure that mama didn’t feel quite like a collapsed soufflé every morning, add infinity or the rest of the school year or whatever. My son, with his big smile. Excitedly chattering about his lunch, his snack bag, his backpack, his shoes (“the new ones? do I Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-16132731281438941322013-08-25T02:25:00.001-05:002013-09-29T17:22:20.973-05:00Pitiful
No, I totally get it. It's ok, let's just say it together: I've become a pitiful blogger. If I told you that it was for a good reason, would you still be annoyed at my "come here" and "go away" frequency? Yes? Ok...then skip it.
Let's go to the part where I just say that I've been waiting for a lot of stuff to burn off in my life. Guess what? It neverChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-21852892541748596652013-07-18T00:11:00.002-05:002013-09-29T17:23:06.287-05:00Laundry Room Make-overIt was an episode…a brief, laundry episode.
One that should have taken thirty seconds. I was just putting socks away, that’s all people. Nothing to see here. Only, the next thing I remember, I was cleaning out my entire sock drawer. Finding all kind of hither-and-to and dress socks that I stopped wearing when loafers when out of style. (They did, didn’t they? Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-46226423922054982962013-06-15T05:00:00.000-05:002013-09-29T17:23:15.588-05:00The Princess Turns 4
I know…you’re choking, right? First, because my absence on this blog is abysmal and second because somehow while you and I weren’t looking – this amazing, wonderful, full of sunshine little girl went on ahead and grew up. And I could NOT let today pass without wishing a Happiest of Birthdays to my sweetheart, Keira Joy! (who is every bit a JOY and a LOVE!)
We’re off to Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-315656132859935982013-04-26T23:00:00.001-05:002013-04-26T23:00:42.464-05:00Flying
Keira said to me today “Mommy, when I grow up I’d like to still live with you and Daddy. Is that ok?”
I laughed and stroked her hair and looked lovingly at her beautiful face and said “no honey…it’s not”. Because people, at some point I’m going to require eight hours of sleep again in a stretch, can I get an amen?
At some point I’d like to pee without having to discuss all hither andChristiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-70836232116855040202013-04-02T15:13:00.001-05:002013-04-02T23:19:29.139-05:00Kindergarten Round-Up
How can this be? Friends…tell me! You were here, right?!? You read the posts. He was six months old yesterday. I swear it! You’re my witness!
How then is it at all possible that we have received an invitation to Kindergarten Round-Up? As in, school? Like REAL school? As in, blink and he’ll be a Senior in High-School kind of school?
I’m Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-32865530347375883622013-03-29T05:00:00.000-05:002013-03-29T05:00:03.897-05:00Raising Daughters
I don’t know about you. I don’t know how you do it over in your corner of life. I only know that raising a daughter has taught me EXPONENTIALLY about myself. Good and bad, beautiful and ugly. Like a mirror reflected back at me over and over and over. And it’s good. It’s all good.
I don’t think I ever realized that having a daughter would alter my view of Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30044120.post-51982012186285968072013-03-25T05:00:00.000-05:002013-03-25T05:00:12.798-05:00China Sisters
I hate to say it, but let’s face it – I’m so far behind on posting life type updates, that I could honestly go back two years and we still wouldn’t have covered all the haps. So forget all that. Ain't nobody got time for that nonsense. Meanwhile...
We took advantage of our holiday time off (and by holiday, of course, I’m referencing four score and seven years ago…or December) and Christiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09641535226387478870noreply@blogger.com2