Life as a CrazyMimi

I have noticed a gradual change in my attitude toward staying at home in the past week.  Could it be that I'm starting to like it?  Whaaaatttt??? I was actually thinking about this very thing Tuesday morning, while sitting in my favorite chair, still in my PJs, drinking my coffee and finishing my yogurt and strawberries.  Did I mention it was 8:30 AM?  Yeah, I was just hanging out watching the Today show, nice and warm covered in my blanket. I was thinking about what my "old normal" 8:30AM looked like.  Patients would be arriving, I would be preparing contracts for the day, my coffee would be long cold or gone, and my breakfast would seem long done. I would have been up for 3.5 hours if that was a MD day, or 4.5 and had my gym workout in for the day if it was the PA office.  By this time of the morning, I would also feel the stress creeping in. But here I was, still lounging, still relaxed, having been up for about an hour and a half.  I started thi...

For a very long time, while working three jobs, I have longed for a mental health day...just a day I could stay home, not have to go anywhere, or do anything.  Just be.  Just for a day.  I dreamed of what I might do that day.  Read a book, write a blog post, make a nice meal for hubby and myself, or even give myself a pedicure.  All of these things mentioned are a luxury to me.  I stay super busy all the time, and don't take time to do these things. So fast forward to March of 2020.  Guess what?  I got my mental health day....plus 20 as of today. Since March 21st, pretty much every day is a mental health day.  However, my mental health is not so great with all of these days.  How could I have longed for this kind of do nothing time for so long, and not be thrilled when I get it?  Especially for 21 days and counting!  And before this stay at home order,  I was always thinking about what life might be like when I retire....

First, I need to say, this is meant to be humorous.  I know this pandemic is extremely serious.  I don't want to minimize the seriousness  of it at all!  And I will address more serious topics in another upcoming blog post.  But this one is definitely aimed at humor. I think we need humor to get through this.  We also need prayer.  Lots and lots of prayer.  But on with this post. I have, like many others, been staying at home due to the COVID-19 Pandemic.   I'm used to being home on weekends,  so I  didn't really start noticing the difference until Monday.  Bear in mind, it's only been TWO days.  Yes, two!  I have to say I'm not exactly enjoying it so far.   Some of my observations: 1.My house has never been cleaner.  Seriously, check that top shelf for dust! You won't find any! 2.That pantry is so organized, please do not look for ziti on the middle shelf.  Z is at the END of the...

Catchy title, right?  I've been meaning to write this blog post for a while now, but life seems to get in the way all the time!  So finally, I'm getting to it!  When Ryan and the VA Punkins, and my great punkin, were here for the holidays, Jeremy and Angie brought Brandon over so he could hang out with his cousins for the night.  While this large group of knuckleheads were all standing in my kitchen, they decided to give Mimi something to laugh about after they were gone home.  Now this group is quite diverse in their likes, dislikes, areas they live in, and even shows they watch and books they read.  But as diverse as they are, they ALL have one thing in common...their sense of humor.  This Boothe family has such a crazy sense of humor you can't believe it.  So here's what transpired in my kitchen that day.... But first, a little background. I use "Alexa" for everything.  I do mean everything.  I have an Echo Dot in almost every ...

While at the lake on our annual family vacation, I was asked who my favorite Punkin is.   Well folks, I have six Punkins.  They are all so vastly different and so very much loved that I told them I don't have a favorite.   However,  I really do.... Dalton is my oldest and first born grandchild.   I have albums full of pictures of him.  He was my only pride and joy for the first 15 months of his life.  He has a wicked sense of humor,  gorgeous long ringlets, is a mountain of a man, and is totally my favorite...Firstborn Punkin! Lane was born 15 months after Dalton.  Lane didn't talk for a long time.  He and Dalton had their own language for a while.  We couldn't understand them, so Dalton would translate.   Lane is so musically talented you can't believe it.  He's also very passionate about anything he believes in, and is very often misunderstood or overlooked in our family because he doesn't ma...

Sunday morning early... Well the day has finally arrived.   We are heading to the lake for our annual weeklong family vacation! So I will be going off the grid! Wait… what??? Haha!  Who are we kidding? I never go off the grid! I will be blowing up your Facebook and Instagram news feeds for the next week with pictures of my punkins and the rest of the family doing what we do best... enjoying each other's company, Kayaking, fishing, swimming, eating...ok, ok, you get the drift! As I sit here preparing to pack the car with the hundreds (it seems like) bags of food, sheets, air mattresses, fishing gear, etc, I reflect on past Lake vacations and what fun we have had!  It seems each year we have a first, and this year is no exception. Ryan's friend Hillary will be joining us for 2 days this year. And this year Angie will be with us for a second year, but this year as Jeremy's wife, not fiance! She is definitely a Boothe now, and we love her so much! Sunday mo...

Age has never bothered me...well...there was that one year I thought I was going to just die.  The year I turned 30 I seriously thought life was over.  I got severely depressed.  But I got over it.  And since then I really don't worry about the number that is my age.  I think about what I've accomplished, what I have yet to accomplish, my bucket list, and how I feel inside.  Because that's what really matters. So when the birthday rolled around two weeks ago, it was no big deal that I was a year older.  But I get the feeling that people think I SHOULD feel older, SHOULD hate getting older, and SHOULD be depressed.  Here's my take on this:  I am the same person inside that I have always been.  Yes, the hair is gray, and there are some significant wrinkles, but other than that, I'm pretty much the same.  Same weird sense of humor, and same crazy thoughts rolling around under the surface, fighting to get out!  I am me.  Tha...