Are You an Optimist or a Realist?

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I can feel the Autumn weather coming.  No more extreme heat.  It was only 99° this weekend, which I am considering fall-like temperatures.  It’s so un-hot that I am actually in the mood to wear pumpkin colors and start the annual switch from summer decor to my fall frenzy.  Fall is definitely my favorite time of year.  I know most people say they love the spring, but I lean to the gloomy side of things and so I like the fall.  It’s the same weather as spring, only everything is turning brown instead of green which fits my general outlook on life.

James calls me, “Madame Pessimist,” to which I say, “No, I am simply a realist.”  Then I call him, “Mr. Optimist,” which, of course, he thinks is a compliment, but it isn’t.

These are the types of fascinating conversations you have after 25 years of marriage.  We are on our way to being the big entertainment in the nursing home.  Our children will come visit us and we’ll be having this same argument from our wheelchairs and oxygen tanks.  (I am aware of the irony that I say I am not a pessimist but believe that I will someday have a wheelchair and oxygen tank)

Since the weather is so pleasant, I’ve been encouraging the kids to play outside.  I started by declaring a moratorium on all electronic entertainment.  Without Wii sports or Leapster games, what else is there to do but to play outside?

Saturday we went out to find Noah jumping on the trampoline like this.

 

So……not to sound negative here, but is this the best idea?

We did make him take the box off of his head.  But, being the dedicated blogger that I am, not before snapping a few pictures.  I shall keep them in a folder called, “Things to show at Noah’s wedding rehearsal dinner.”

Or I could just make a flip book.  Up.  Down.  Up.  Down….

I’m getting motion sickness.  I’ll feel sick all day now.  (That’s not pessimism, that’s wisdom and life experience)

On Saturday I filled etsy orders, then Patience and I finished a custom order for a local customer that I just have to show you….

She wanted a felt “wall” to put across a small opening under her son’s bed.  He loves Angry Birds, so we made this for him.

My boys loved it so much that they want one now.  Sorry boys, but Angry Birds and your barn style bedroom don’t go together.

Or maybe I could make one to surround the trampoline and they could stop jumping with boxes on their heads.

Nah….that wouldn’t work.

 

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  2. I am a total realist. I am all about telling it like it is. Your son is cracking me up. If he was inside the box wrapped in bubble wrap there wouldn’t have been a problem would there? LOL!
    LOVE the Angry Birds felt thingy. So cute!
    Have a glorious day friend.

  5. I’m the optimist, Michael is the realist. Really that makes me the un-realist.

    Noah jumping on the trampoline is almost as dangerous as me letting Sterling hang from the top-of-the-stairs gate. Not a good idea.

  6. I’m going to optimistically say that I’m the realist in our relationship. Although, I tend to be a “my-ice-cream-is-half-gone” girl but then I keep it forever on my hips. Win/win?

    I thought for a minute you took photos of one of my kids on your trampoline… Isn’t it funny how his facial expression doesn’t change?

    If you want more Angry Birds orders we can talk.

  7. Hi Lisa!

    Could I have a invite to pinterest? Looks like some really neat ideas on there!

    Thank you!

    Love and blessings,
    Kristen

  8. That’s funny…all of it. I got a little depressed earlier in the week when our forecast starting showing 90’s again. I’m 33 weeks pregnant. I’d be hot if it were in the 40’s…ahhh, but doesn’t that sound blissful!

  9. I’m with you… Fall is DEFINITELY the best time of year!

    Also, how do pigs and birds not fit with a barn theme bedroom? I think your boys need one of these. 😉

  10. Yep, another realist here! It drives my husband nuts.

    I tell him that his favorite line is, “It’ll all be fine!” This is usually after I’ve realistically explained all the things that are bound to go wrong. I don’t understand why he prefers the term “pessimist.”

    I love the box on the head. It’ll all be fine… He could still see where his feet were jumping, right?

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