RevGal Friday Five

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Karla, over at revGals, offers this Friday Five:

In the spirit of Scattered-ness, I offer you a scattery kind of Friday Five:

1. I lose my keys all of the time. Even if they are in my hand, I still am looking for them. Sigh! What is something you chronically looking for, if anything? For me, it is less a matter of looking for something I have misplaced, and more a matter of rushing to get ready to leave and needing to tromp up and down several flights of stairs to get clothing (hanging in the basement laundry room), computer (charging in the office), and so on. It leaves me feeling disorganized because I was too tired the night before to get things in order for the day.

2. What movie are you looking forward to watching sometime in the future? (me, the new Footloose!) We DVR'd the season opener of Grays Anatomy...but haven't watched it, so ow are guessing about pieces of the plot as we watch current episodes. I haven't been able to carve out two hours to watch it.

3. What is one of your favorite comfort foods? (me, pizza. hands down). I'm a comfort beverage person, with a fairly consistent daily routine: coffee in the morning, a cup of Earl Grey in the afternoon with some dark chocolate, carrot juice with dinner (or, if I don't have work to do, a glass of wine), and herbal tea after dinner. My latest favorite teas are from the Yogi brand- stress relief and a sage/lavender blend called relaxed mind. Spool delicious!

4. Story time. Tell us a story of one your favorite people that has touched, blessed your life. Many people have blessed my life. I'm living in a time of thanksgiving and gratitude.

5. What do you do to focus or calm or center yourself? (please, I need ideas!!!) I do yoga using a Gaiam DVD for a twenty minute afternoon routine followed by a 30 minute meditation.

BONUS: Share the first thing (or second thing) that comes to your mind after your read this! I haven't played Friday Five for a couple of weeks because I have been too busy. I am grateful to have a slower morning - able to light a fire in the fireplace, enjoy a cup of coffee, and play.

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Comments

Unknown said…
It's funny, I read "slower" as "shower" and thought, yes, I have time for a shower today! (Pitiful.)
10/14/2011 9:46 AM
revkjarla said…
o.k., first, Songbird, I laughed right out loud at your comment!
Terri--just think of all that exercise you are getting in the morning running up and down those stairs!!
I love those yogi teas, too, but I haven't tried the last one you mention.
and, a fire in the fireplace? sounds completely lovely.
10/14/2011 9:58 AM
Jan said…
I'm glad you played FF! All your teas sound wonderful. I love tea, but find I don't drink it much in HOT TX--but I do when I'm in colder climates. I miss that, so I like imagining you drinking tea in front of your fireplace. You are so healthy!!
10/14/2011 11:18 AM
the lady Father said…
Songbird.....a shower works for me too. I do a lot of my sermon prep/meditation in the shower. Terri, you have motivated me to try to add in some Yoga in the afternoons. I'm not a morning person at all, so just getting myself out of the house is a challenge sometimes, so I seldom find time to exercise, but Yoga in the afternoons sounds doable. Thanks.
10/14/2011 12:22 PM
altar ego said…
Your morning routine echoes mine. Too tired the night before to pull things together for the next day. Where this really hurts me is that I often leave in the morning without taking my lunch. Hate having to spend money on food later that I'd rather not be eating in the first place.
10/14/2011 1:39 PM
Anonymous said…
I always feel awful for our poor dog. He follows me around every night and morning as I wander up and down the stairs grabbing this and that... yes. night, too. Somehow I can't manage to get everything up to the bedroom in one try for bedtime, either.
10/14/2011 8:08 PM
kdoyle said…
Re #1, my wife had the same problem. I got her a FOFA (wireless alarm buzzer) as a gift, which seems to have helped.
10/15/2011 9:28 PM
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