Before you click away, it's not like I'm talking about sine/cosine, or anything like that. This is something that occurs in my house everyday, and it occured to me that there was a direct correlate.
My Bed.
I have found that there is a direct correlation between the degree to which my bed is made and the level of busy-ness within which I am operating. There are days when my bed looks great--corners tucked in, sheets match bedspread (more or less--it's not Pottery Barn), pillows fluffed and the bed looks really inviting. Then, last week, in the middle of my week from hell, I noticed how bad the bed was appearing. The pillows weren't in place, and since I have a couple blankets on the bed due to the cold, the blankets were not put on right and hanging off the edges in places. The sheet was not folded over the top blanket. That day I was working for part, and Christmas shopping the rest. Piano lessons followed that night. There was one day in which the quilt was strewn across the bed, half covering the pillows which were coming out of the cases already. the blankets completely in view, sheet touching the floor on one side of the bed, and not even under the blanket on the other side. That day, was apparently last Thursday, given what I wrote on this blog, because I was not a happy kid. I worked one job in the morning; one in the afternoon; popcorn obligation and prep for Friday (I would be gone all day at a conference). Then Sunday, the busiest day on record, the bed wasn't even made at all, which is completely against my grain. That's how I know I was too busy. I need a made bed to feel like the day is ready to go. I have this thing about making the bed, even before I go to bed, if that's how busy I am. I want everything evenly distributed and ready for sleep.
Today, my bed is made. It's not perfect, but it's ready for the day. This is my barometer of busy-ness, and I'm glad to say the levels are dropping, exponentially. By next Monday, I expect my bed will look close to perfect again.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Here's my list of things on my mind (and by the way, I stink at keeping up with a blog):
1. I love Christmas carols. Hands down.
2. Why is it that when I'm on "fast forward," he's on "rewind?" I swear, he knows that I'm in a hurry and deliberately tries to impede it.
3. It stinks that I'm not even enjoying my kids right now--they are bugging me with bad attitude, rude behavior and sloppy living.
4. I'm totally swamped and not enjoying the Christmas season. That totally stinks.
5. Here's wishing I had never taken on the popcorn sales, working extra, 2 classes, a Christmas party and Christmas program all coming to fruition within 10 days' time.
6. Here's wishing I had the time to give my friend a proper birthday and Christmas. Still figuring that one out. I think I will send her kids the stuff to do it.
7. I could really use some sleep.
8. What do the following have in common?
a dead phone line
a broken oven
no water
a burst oven light bulb that has shattered inside my oven
----------all happened at my house within 3 days' time.
Time for a glass of wine and some Top Chef, taped last night. Don't call me. :)
1. I love Christmas carols. Hands down.
2. Why is it that when I'm on "fast forward," he's on "rewind?" I swear, he knows that I'm in a hurry and deliberately tries to impede it.
3. It stinks that I'm not even enjoying my kids right now--they are bugging me with bad attitude, rude behavior and sloppy living.
4. I'm totally swamped and not enjoying the Christmas season. That totally stinks.
5. Here's wishing I had never taken on the popcorn sales, working extra, 2 classes, a Christmas party and Christmas program all coming to fruition within 10 days' time.
6. Here's wishing I had the time to give my friend a proper birthday and Christmas. Still figuring that one out. I think I will send her kids the stuff to do it.
7. I could really use some sleep.
8. What do the following have in common?
a dead phone line
a broken oven
no water
a burst oven light bulb that has shattered inside my oven
----------all happened at my house within 3 days' time.
Time for a glass of wine and some Top Chef, taped last night. Don't call me. :)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Words to live by
I'm exploring the use of different words. Sounds pretty dull, I suppose, but these are the things I think about while in the shower, or laying in bed awake, or while reading other people's random postings on Facebook, or whenever else I have free brain time.
This week's word is appropriate: Thankful.
I started by looking up the definition of thankful, and found out a few things. Thankful generally means an appreciation for something, or an acknowledgement of a benefit. I found out that grateful cannot be separated from thankful. In fact, gratitude is an expression of thankfulness. A lot of people are saying things like "I'm thankful for..." at this time of the year, but I'm not sure everyone realizes there must be a recipient of the thanks. This "direct object," (for all you english majors), receives the thanks. "Thank you for the gift you sent." You, in the last sentence, receives the thanks. In a sentence like "I am thankful for...." who is the recipient of thanks? Who has delivered a kindness to you?
In other examples, such as appreciation, an object may not need to be implied. One person can appreciate, or enjoy, or be grateful for something in one's life. Appreciation means you enjoy it and find it enjoyable or useful. Thankful is another thing entirely.
To me, there can only be one recipient in that sentence: God. I'm thankful for the house over my head. Who am I thanking? Who bestowed this benefit to me? God did. I suppose one might argue that it was his or her own sweat and tears involved, but for even the opportunity to get that house over one's head, or the benefits of good marriage, good health, plenty of food, lots of friends and good laughs, we have only one Being to thank, and that would be God.
This week's word is appropriate: Thankful.
I started by looking up the definition of thankful, and found out a few things. Thankful generally means an appreciation for something, or an acknowledgement of a benefit. I found out that grateful cannot be separated from thankful. In fact, gratitude is an expression of thankfulness. A lot of people are saying things like "I'm thankful for..." at this time of the year, but I'm not sure everyone realizes there must be a recipient of the thanks. This "direct object," (for all you english majors), receives the thanks. "Thank you for the gift you sent." You, in the last sentence, receives the thanks. In a sentence like "I am thankful for...." who is the recipient of thanks? Who has delivered a kindness to you?
In other examples, such as appreciation, an object may not need to be implied. One person can appreciate, or enjoy, or be grateful for something in one's life. Appreciation means you enjoy it and find it enjoyable or useful. Thankful is another thing entirely.
To me, there can only be one recipient in that sentence: God. I'm thankful for the house over my head. Who am I thanking? Who bestowed this benefit to me? God did. I suppose one might argue that it was his or her own sweat and tears involved, but for even the opportunity to get that house over one's head, or the benefits of good marriage, good health, plenty of food, lots of friends and good laughs, we have only one Being to thank, and that would be God.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Cruising toward the finish line
Here it is, literally past the middle of the month already. Next week is Thanksgiving, then Advent starts, and before you know it, we are at Christmas. I am bound and determined to slow this train down, but there are many factors working against me, including my own self! The kids have certainly chipped in to make sure Mom's been busier than usual:
November 5: ER visit for the Beav. This was one of those days I had scheduled out to the very last minute, because we had appts in the morning, afternoon, and a wedding in the evening. Why not squeeze in an ER visit, right? Why not--we did it, though, and now Beav joins the others in the "Forehead Scar Club." So, we didn't make it to the wedding, but we did make the reception, and that was a nice night out--good food, good people--congrats to our new neighbors!
November 11: ER visit for Bear. This was an interesting one, because I got called into school to pick him up because he was having trouble breathing, like an asthma attack (only he doesn't have asthma). Well, I come to find out that he had been at the nurse's office the DAY BEFORE for the SAME PROBLEM and I received no notification about it until I picked him up on Friday. What's up with that? I would think breathing problems are a special problem that maybe Mom and Dad should know about. Maybe I'm crazy. This wasn't the first time that I wasn't notified, too--that's a little frightening. Anyway, went the Dr, got a nebulizer, went home, into the ER at 1am, d/c'd at 5am, sleep until 8:30 am, into work at the hospital shortly thereafter. Thank you, St. Anthony's, because you all have been great to deal with as pediatric ER visits go, these two were very smooth.
November 18: Lunch at school with Buzz. I made this pact that I'd bring McD's to school on the half days, and now I'm being held to this. It wasn't so bad, just added another wrinkle to the day. But, we have cub scouts tonite and I've taken on this popcorn sale thing, and while it hasn't been bad so far, I still wonder: "What on earth were you thinking?" Let's just take a look at what else Jenny has volunteered for in the upcoming month ahead:
1. Trip to Amish store with former neighbor (actually, I'm looking forward to this)
2. Christmas program at church
3. Christmas party for Bear
4. Popcorn sale (goes on through January)
5. School library volunteer
Maybe that isn't so bad, but add on working, working extra at the preschool, 2 classes I'm taking in December, Beav's Christmas concert at school, it's starting to WEAR ME OUT just reading it. I also like to do a picture of the boys for Christmas cards, and usually by now I have the photo all ready to go out.
Next, I got some bad news. My college roommate emailed and told me she has breast cancer, and it happens to be the genetically linked one that is especially virilant--she is responding to treatment, and I pray that she continues to and is eventually cured. Such a scary thought, and among all these things plus apparent PMS, I have been quite teary all day. I worry about my friend, which makes me worry about myself, my future/my family's future. I am sad for my friend Shannon, who is especially sad this week, noting the one-year anniversary of her husband's diagnosis and beginning of his eventual passing. I'm sad for my friend, Sarah, and the loss of her brother-in-law, quite suddenly. I'm sad for my friend Katie, who's just trying to be a good mom despite the obstacles set in front of her. I'm sad for my church, and the fact that it is hurting so badly, there may not be one in a year's time. I'm scared for my husband's future with his job. The list goes on and on and on.
Trying to find the silver lining in a sad time is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But, I've come up with this list to counteract the bad stuff. I've been enjoying being at home more and more, just doing laundry and managing household appts and stuff makes me feel good. I've been doing great on curtailing spending--though I think I can still do better. I like playing games with Beav in the morning, like Uncle Wiggily or Chutes and Ladders. I like walking the dog, getting lunch with a friend, driving to piano lessons and listening to Bear play "O Come All Ye Faithful" for his teacher. I like going to assemblies at school for the boys, checking for emails from my sister and my friend Tim, due to come in town in a few weeks. I love laughing with my husband, and it seems like we do pretty well with that lately, even if he periodically flies off the handle about nothing in particular. I like Jane Austen, Rachael Ray's magazine, and my Friday newspaper. Pumpkin spice latte is a good reason to get up in the morning, and Nero D'avola is a good reason to relax at night. Top Chef is coming to a close--that is a bit of a bummer because I'll need a new show, but "My Name is Earl" is on DVD. Christmas music and soft lights against a dark night make me feel cozy and safe. Hugs from each of my boys is enough to make my heart dance, and each one has brought me an extra smile lately: Bear's missing teeth, Scrabble with Buzz, and a walk with the Beav. Good times. Thank you for all these things, Lord, when I feel down and depressed. Thanks for sending me things to brighten my day.
See? My good list is longer than the bad.
November 5: ER visit for the Beav. This was one of those days I had scheduled out to the very last minute, because we had appts in the morning, afternoon, and a wedding in the evening. Why not squeeze in an ER visit, right? Why not--we did it, though, and now Beav joins the others in the "Forehead Scar Club." So, we didn't make it to the wedding, but we did make the reception, and that was a nice night out--good food, good people--congrats to our new neighbors!
November 11: ER visit for Bear. This was an interesting one, because I got called into school to pick him up because he was having trouble breathing, like an asthma attack (only he doesn't have asthma). Well, I come to find out that he had been at the nurse's office the DAY BEFORE for the SAME PROBLEM and I received no notification about it until I picked him up on Friday. What's up with that? I would think breathing problems are a special problem that maybe Mom and Dad should know about. Maybe I'm crazy. This wasn't the first time that I wasn't notified, too--that's a little frightening. Anyway, went the Dr, got a nebulizer, went home, into the ER at 1am, d/c'd at 5am, sleep until 8:30 am, into work at the hospital shortly thereafter. Thank you, St. Anthony's, because you all have been great to deal with as pediatric ER visits go, these two were very smooth.
November 18: Lunch at school with Buzz. I made this pact that I'd bring McD's to school on the half days, and now I'm being held to this. It wasn't so bad, just added another wrinkle to the day. But, we have cub scouts tonite and I've taken on this popcorn sale thing, and while it hasn't been bad so far, I still wonder: "What on earth were you thinking?" Let's just take a look at what else Jenny has volunteered for in the upcoming month ahead:
1. Trip to Amish store with former neighbor (actually, I'm looking forward to this)
2. Christmas program at church
3. Christmas party for Bear
4. Popcorn sale (goes on through January)
5. School library volunteer
Maybe that isn't so bad, but add on working, working extra at the preschool, 2 classes I'm taking in December, Beav's Christmas concert at school, it's starting to WEAR ME OUT just reading it. I also like to do a picture of the boys for Christmas cards, and usually by now I have the photo all ready to go out.
Next, I got some bad news. My college roommate emailed and told me she has breast cancer, and it happens to be the genetically linked one that is especially virilant--she is responding to treatment, and I pray that she continues to and is eventually cured. Such a scary thought, and among all these things plus apparent PMS, I have been quite teary all day. I worry about my friend, which makes me worry about myself, my future/my family's future. I am sad for my friend Shannon, who is especially sad this week, noting the one-year anniversary of her husband's diagnosis and beginning of his eventual passing. I'm sad for my friend, Sarah, and the loss of her brother-in-law, quite suddenly. I'm sad for my friend Katie, who's just trying to be a good mom despite the obstacles set in front of her. I'm sad for my church, and the fact that it is hurting so badly, there may not be one in a year's time. I'm scared for my husband's future with his job. The list goes on and on and on.
Trying to find the silver lining in a sad time is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. But, I've come up with this list to counteract the bad stuff. I've been enjoying being at home more and more, just doing laundry and managing household appts and stuff makes me feel good. I've been doing great on curtailing spending--though I think I can still do better. I like playing games with Beav in the morning, like Uncle Wiggily or Chutes and Ladders. I like walking the dog, getting lunch with a friend, driving to piano lessons and listening to Bear play "O Come All Ye Faithful" for his teacher. I like going to assemblies at school for the boys, checking for emails from my sister and my friend Tim, due to come in town in a few weeks. I love laughing with my husband, and it seems like we do pretty well with that lately, even if he periodically flies off the handle about nothing in particular. I like Jane Austen, Rachael Ray's magazine, and my Friday newspaper. Pumpkin spice latte is a good reason to get up in the morning, and Nero D'avola is a good reason to relax at night. Top Chef is coming to a close--that is a bit of a bummer because I'll need a new show, but "My Name is Earl" is on DVD. Christmas music and soft lights against a dark night make me feel cozy and safe. Hugs from each of my boys is enough to make my heart dance, and each one has brought me an extra smile lately: Bear's missing teeth, Scrabble with Buzz, and a walk with the Beav. Good times. Thank you for all these things, Lord, when I feel down and depressed. Thanks for sending me things to brighten my day.
See? My good list is longer than the bad.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Where did that month go?
Okay, I blinked or something, because it's now November. And what a busy month it was. Bear lost 2 teeth (the front ones) and now looks like the poster child for America: red hair, blue eyes, freckles and no teeth.
We also had our first brush with flu: while the kids did get the seasonal flu shot, Buzz caught some version of some virus that left him out of commission for a few days, followed by a nasty cough for another week and a half.I celebrated another birthday--yes! And, it was the best birthday of my adulthood. Thanks, sweetie!
Trivia night went well--we reigned supreme until the 10th round, when 2 tables beat us by a point. Oh well, 3rd place is still good out of 50 tables, and my friend will benefit tremendously by everyone's generosity, so it was a great night all around!
I worked my tail feathers off, too--which was both good and crazy. It made me glad to be a stay-home mom again, once the extra work days were complete. It'll make Christmas extra nice for our house, but the time lost, the work involved to make those days go smoothly--whew! I need an assistant to get it all done!
Boooooooo---my morning radio is now ka-put. I used to enjoy my 1/2 hour with my headphones, getting lunches ready, listening to talk about nothing important, but darn entertaining, and they took it off the air. Now I'm stuck with the Today show, which is a poor substitute. Let me know if you have any suggestions for early morning radio.
I am the popcorn "kernel" for cub scouts--what did I sign up for?
One last thing--I think because we have had an incredible amount of rain this month (over 12 inches), not only are our feet sinking in mud, but my feet are sinking deeper into my mouth. I have literally, yet unintentionally, made some horrible comments over the last month, which has left me wondering if people are going to start telling me to "blankety-blank." I've tried to make my apologies where I could, but what is going on with me? Some sort of frontal-lobe malfunction, but I need to slow my mouth down considerably. Now. If I have said something to you and not made the appropriate apologies, you have it.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
A sneak peak at a busy day
October 5, 2009:
0630 Feet hit the floor, and my day begins with laundry
0700 First load finishing, making lunches
0730 Breakfast done for 3 of 5 people, more laundry going
0800 Kicking kids out to the bus, another load goes in
0830 Folding as fast as my arms can take me
0900 Upstairs, going through the kid's clothes, taking most warm weather stuff out, putting mostly cold weather stuff in
0930 Laundry, more clothes
1000 Get a drink of water, more clothes
1030 Finally! Laundry done, seasonal clothing shift done (for now!)
1100 Lunch for the littlest and myself
1130 potty break for littlest, grocery list time, coupon time
1200 Littlest is on the bus, time to hit the road
1230 SuperWal-Mart.
1330 Yes, and hour has passed and I'm done with this place.
1345 Dierberg's
1415 Aldi
1445 Home--put everything away
1530 Bus is home with kids, snack time, go through backpacks and lunchboxes
1600 Off to take son to friend's house
1610 back home, clean bathrooms
1650 Return neighbor's dog to house after littlest says, "mom, Lucy's here!"
1700 Pick up son from friend's house
1710 Scream like crazy when chipmunk runs up pants leg
1720 Frighten chipmunk with broom, dog knocks over bicycles chasing it away
1730 Time to make dinner
1740 Husband home; break up fighting children
1745 Husband breaks up fighting children
1755 Eating supper
1815 Dinner over, dishes put away, dishwasher started
1830 Picking annuals out of beds--tomorrow is yard waste day!
1900 Watering plants even though rain is predicted--you just never know.
1930 Send children in for homework, piano, showers, snacks
2000 Snack children, send to bed
2030 Lights out in littlest's room
2100 Lights out in big kid's room
2200 Jenny's asleep watching Jay Leno.
0630 Feet hit the floor, and my day begins with laundry
0700 First load finishing, making lunches
0730 Breakfast done for 3 of 5 people, more laundry going
0800 Kicking kids out to the bus, another load goes in
0830 Folding as fast as my arms can take me
0900 Upstairs, going through the kid's clothes, taking most warm weather stuff out, putting mostly cold weather stuff in
0930 Laundry, more clothes
1000 Get a drink of water, more clothes
1030 Finally! Laundry done, seasonal clothing shift done (for now!)
1100 Lunch for the littlest and myself
1130 potty break for littlest, grocery list time, coupon time
1200 Littlest is on the bus, time to hit the road
1230 SuperWal-Mart.
1330 Yes, and hour has passed and I'm done with this place.
1345 Dierberg's
1415 Aldi
1445 Home--put everything away
1530 Bus is home with kids, snack time, go through backpacks and lunchboxes
1600 Off to take son to friend's house
1610 back home, clean bathrooms
1650 Return neighbor's dog to house after littlest says, "mom, Lucy's here!"
1700 Pick up son from friend's house
1710 Scream like crazy when chipmunk runs up pants leg
1720 Frighten chipmunk with broom, dog knocks over bicycles chasing it away
1730 Time to make dinner
1740 Husband home; break up fighting children
1745 Husband breaks up fighting children
1755 Eating supper
1815 Dinner over, dishes put away, dishwasher started
1830 Picking annuals out of beds--tomorrow is yard waste day!
1900 Watering plants even though rain is predicted--you just never know.
1930 Send children in for homework, piano, showers, snacks
2000 Snack children, send to bed
2030 Lights out in littlest's room
2100 Lights out in big kid's room
2200 Jenny's asleep watching Jay Leno.
Monday, October 5, 2009
80 days!
I bought the first Christmas presents of the year today. Just stocking stuffers, but I couldn't resist. I love Christmas, and every year I tell myself, "this is the year I'm not going to go crazy with over-committing myself." Things like extra work days (for extra money), parties for the kids, the program at church, and other extranneous activities always take up too much time and I can't relax and enjoy the time. I'm afraid I've done it again--WHY??? I need a reminder roundabouts August to just shut the hell up and not take on anything else!!!! Who is going to do this for me? There has to be a way to slow this down, and I'm going to find it.
In other news, a big job is nearly completed. It's the one I dread 2x per year: the seasonal clothing shift. I have the boxes basically packed up with the exception of some shorts and t-shirts that will remain for the fall and winter.
Of course, now we will have a heatwave.
In other news, a big job is nearly completed. It's the one I dread 2x per year: the seasonal clothing shift. I have the boxes basically packed up with the exception of some shorts and t-shirts that will remain for the fall and winter.
Of course, now we will have a heatwave.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Big "goings-on" in Gravois Creek
Well, not really. It was a change in the weather that brought me up to the closets to pull out some pants and pajamas for the boys. Lately, the youngest is the only one wearing pj's to bed, the older two are now "too cool" for them. Actually, they both complain they are too hot for pj's, and they are only required to wear them if they are sleeping over somewhere else. Anyway, all I wanted to do was pull out the pants and pajamas, and 90 minutes later, am now knee-deep in clothes from newborn up to 4 years of age. I know what you're thinking--don't get rid of it, because that's how you'll end up with another baby. I'm telling you that even if I had quadruplets, I'd still have too many clothes. My goal is to get it down to one box per year of life--down from 2-3 per age/season level. The rest are going to consignment first, then Goodwill, then rag box donation centers.
In other news, tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. My question is regarding the traditional anniversary gifts. We've had wood, steel, leather (that would have been interesting), and last year was lace (interesting again). Today, my groom left for work complaining of a sore throat, and my ears have been clogged for a few days. Is 14 years "virus?" I'll have to check the Hallmark cards recommended gifts.
In other news, tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. My question is regarding the traditional anniversary gifts. We've had wood, steel, leather (that would have been interesting), and last year was lace (interesting again). Today, my groom left for work complaining of a sore throat, and my ears have been clogged for a few days. Is 14 years "virus?" I'll have to check the Hallmark cards recommended gifts.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
I have something to say today, but am having a lot of trouble trying to organize how to say it. On one hand, I thought I would just rant and babble about the cruddy crap going on right now, and on the the other I thought I should just focus on what is good. Focusing on what is good does a world of guilt to anyone, and sometimes a healthy dose of guilt is good for one's over-inflated, self-centered self (okay there I go, ranting about cruddy crap). Unfortunately, I want this dose of guilt to be dispensed on someone else. Yes, yes, I know, God, I know I suck, too. And I do. But can't You for once show the other one that he/she sucks, too? Can't that swell of guilt be rushed over that person? Am I alone in this? Okay, here's what is good:
1. My children, family and myself are healthy
2. My husband and I both have jobs and prospects
3. The stupid re-fi is finally over
4. My children, family and myself are healthy (again)
I am struggling with the "good things" today.
1. My children, family and myself are healthy
2. My husband and I both have jobs and prospects
3. The stupid re-fi is finally over
4. My children, family and myself are healthy (again)
I am struggling with the "good things" today.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Those krazy kids!
"Where are your brothers?" I ask the 10-year old, as he lumps down the steps.
"Upstairs. They're listening to the Frank Sinatra Christmas CD."
"Upstairs. They're listening to the Frank Sinatra Christmas CD."
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Dear Friend,
It was so great to see you the other night. I do enjoy chatting with you, and I'm sorry things are going rough right now. I hope you will soon have some peace.
I always enjoy running into you and talking for that few minutes before we both have before we run our separate ways, and I especially enjoy running into you when you have your little guy with you.
I don't suppose you know why I like seeing your little guy and hearing about his antics. You see, I lost a baby that would have been his age by now, so I am reminded of how fast the time goes, how precious time is, and how important it is to enjoy our kids even when they drive us a little crazy trying to wash their own hands. :)
Anyway, thanks for that little bit of therapy the other night, whether or not you knew you were doing it. I knew it, and I thank you very much.
Your Friend,
Jenny
It was so great to see you the other night. I do enjoy chatting with you, and I'm sorry things are going rough right now. I hope you will soon have some peace.
I always enjoy running into you and talking for that few minutes before we both have before we run our separate ways, and I especially enjoy running into you when you have your little guy with you.
I don't suppose you know why I like seeing your little guy and hearing about his antics. You see, I lost a baby that would have been his age by now, so I am reminded of how fast the time goes, how precious time is, and how important it is to enjoy our kids even when they drive us a little crazy trying to wash their own hands. :)
Anyway, thanks for that little bit of therapy the other night, whether or not you knew you were doing it. I knew it, and I thank you very much.
Your Friend,
Jenny
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Delicious yumminess
Is there anything better than a piece of rosemary bread, topped with cream cheese, sliced tomatoes, basil and a drizzle of olive oil?
Yes, the wine that goes with it. I didn't drink any this time (kids on their way home and all), but the sandwich was yummy without it. I just might do it again tomorrow.
Yes, the wine that goes with it. I didn't drink any this time (kids on their way home and all), but the sandwich was yummy without it. I just might do it again tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Embarrassing Moment #1
Left my purse on the counter at church while I was bagging food for the food pantry. Pastor brought it in to me, with the tampon sticking out of the top. Feeling good right now.
The Bill of Rights
I, a Mother, in order to form a more harmonious family, have hereby issued this decree of rights and privileges endowed by Our Creator for mothers everywhere. This is by no means a proclamation of war with our spouses and children, merely a structured reminder that mothers are human beings and women, and thereby allowed these listed (but not limited to this list) items. They are in order of importance, and therefore the most important items are listed first, however, they should be condsidered collectively important.
1. Devotion. First and foremost, give glory to God. Without Him, we would not even be in the privileged position to be mothers, so therefore, we should be allowed ample opportunity for praise, prayer and devotion to God. This is the first right, and unless you have this one, nothing else can be completed.
2. Nourishment. Let’s face it—eating your child’s leftovers hardly makes a square meal, yet we all do it, either out of desire not to waste the food, or simply, we are too tired, hungry or busy to even try to sit down. Consider this the proclamation that at least once a day, a mother should be able to actually eat food from her own plate while (get this!) sitting down at the table. And I don’t mean scraping the food from your child’s plate to your own, I mean taking a portion to your very own plate to eat without the vultures (read "children") circling. One cannot live on half-eaten bananas and crackers alone.
3. Elimination. Okay, I can’t even believe this has to be stated in printed form, but "when you gotta go, you gotta go." Notice I am not even mentioning whether the door is open or shut. Your personal family situation is going to shape this one. As for me, at least once a day, the door will be shut.
4. Cleanliness. I have written about this one before, as it is near and dear to my heart. So, you have cleaned house all day, ended the evening by giving the kids a bath, you’re sweaty from working around the house and your hair smells like bacon and dust from sweeping under the table. What do you do? You’re too tired to shower now, right? You’ll get up early tomorrow and grab a quick shower before the kids get up? Think again—by then you’ll be throwing pancakes at the crew while your husband slinks in and out of the shower, leaving the house smelling fresh and clean while you’ve now got ten minutes to get dressed to get the kids to school. NO! Take the time and make the time with your husband or mother-in-law or trusted babysitting friend to get a good shower. You’ll feel better.
5."R and R". The old Army saying rings true: Rest and Relaxation. OSHA requires that for most jobs, after working a four hour shift, one is entitled to a 15 minute break. After 6 hours, one may be able to take a 30 minute break. Hmmmm. As a mother, you’re "on the job" for literally 24 hours, 7 days a week. So when compiled together, over the course of a year, you’re entitled to about 30 days off! No, I do not recommend you take all your time off at once (that would be dessertion in military terms) and you do need to make sure your children are carefully cared for, so I do recommend a ten-minute period of time when you are not in demand by anyone. This may be combined with other items on this list. When you actually take the time to yourself is up to you, but everyone, especially mothers, need decompression time and too frequently we put it off until "later."
6. Pursuit of Conversation. Not a hard one to understand at all. After 8-12 hours of singing "row, row, row your boat," pretending you’re a puppy to please the preschooler, and listening to Elmo, most moms find themselves in need of casual conversation. This is a misunderstood need, and it is also one that is abused by many women, so it needs to be monitored closely, otherwise you will lose ground on your demands for numbers 1-5 on the Bill of Rights. The need for this is two-fold: one, an acknowledgement that you are not the only mother in the world doing what you are doing (pretending you’re a puppy to please the preschooler), and two, to prove that you can use proper English ("Yes, Mommy can talk like a big girl! Yes she can!"). Be careful about abusing this—for one, you might lose track of the toddler, and two, you’ll never get anything done. Pursuit of conversation also applies to email, Facebook, IM, whatever. Be sure to include the husband in this, but don’t overdo it—they are very sensitive to conversation overexposure.
7. Being a woman. Now, don’t go crazy with this. I can’t stand it when someone takes this as an immediate invitation to listen to Shania sing "I Feel Like a Woman" and sass around in an impractical outfit. This is truly being appreciated. This is the combination of many of the above freedoms. It is being clean, in clothes that make you comfortable and look good. It is perhaps a meal on your own plate with someone else taking care of the prep and clean-up. It is conversation with a grown-up. It may even include some close-up time with the person that helped you get to motherhood (remember him? You always thought he was so cute, and he looks kind of cute tonite, too.) This could also include a hair cut that did not take place in front of your bathroom mirror, and it could also involve girlfriends getting together for more of the Pursuit of Conversation, because when there are no kids and husbands, we can gab all we want about them.
8. Freedom to shop. This is a delicate one. This absolutely does not mean bankrupting your family for that great purse or shoes. It means getting out of the house on family business (say, grocery shopping or all those tedious 2-minute trips to Walgreen’s, Michael’s, and the cake decorating store without dragging 3 kids along with you. )Imagine going through the aisles of Target with no one asking you for stickers! Think of the possibilities! We should be able to do this once in a while—I certainly don’t expect it every single time.
9. Pursuit of the weather forecast. How do the kids know the weatherman is coming on? How is it that that is the precise moment when child #1 takes the toy from child #2, and child #3 comes in with a bloody nose that he got doing who-knows-what? Just once, I’d kind of like to see that 3 minutes of the news. My kids think I always watch the news, but really, it’s on because I’m always trying to watch the weather.
10. Good friends. They can understand what you’re going through, and still love you anyway. Even if you haven’t showered in a few days.
1. Devotion. First and foremost, give glory to God. Without Him, we would not even be in the privileged position to be mothers, so therefore, we should be allowed ample opportunity for praise, prayer and devotion to God. This is the first right, and unless you have this one, nothing else can be completed.
2. Nourishment. Let’s face it—eating your child’s leftovers hardly makes a square meal, yet we all do it, either out of desire not to waste the food, or simply, we are too tired, hungry or busy to even try to sit down. Consider this the proclamation that at least once a day, a mother should be able to actually eat food from her own plate while (get this!) sitting down at the table. And I don’t mean scraping the food from your child’s plate to your own, I mean taking a portion to your very own plate to eat without the vultures (read "children") circling. One cannot live on half-eaten bananas and crackers alone.
3. Elimination. Okay, I can’t even believe this has to be stated in printed form, but "when you gotta go, you gotta go." Notice I am not even mentioning whether the door is open or shut. Your personal family situation is going to shape this one. As for me, at least once a day, the door will be shut.
4. Cleanliness. I have written about this one before, as it is near and dear to my heart. So, you have cleaned house all day, ended the evening by giving the kids a bath, you’re sweaty from working around the house and your hair smells like bacon and dust from sweeping under the table. What do you do? You’re too tired to shower now, right? You’ll get up early tomorrow and grab a quick shower before the kids get up? Think again—by then you’ll be throwing pancakes at the crew while your husband slinks in and out of the shower, leaving the house smelling fresh and clean while you’ve now got ten minutes to get dressed to get the kids to school. NO! Take the time and make the time with your husband or mother-in-law or trusted babysitting friend to get a good shower. You’ll feel better.
5."R and R". The old Army saying rings true: Rest and Relaxation. OSHA requires that for most jobs, after working a four hour shift, one is entitled to a 15 minute break. After 6 hours, one may be able to take a 30 minute break. Hmmmm. As a mother, you’re "on the job" for literally 24 hours, 7 days a week. So when compiled together, over the course of a year, you’re entitled to about 30 days off! No, I do not recommend you take all your time off at once (that would be dessertion in military terms) and you do need to make sure your children are carefully cared for, so I do recommend a ten-minute period of time when you are not in demand by anyone. This may be combined with other items on this list. When you actually take the time to yourself is up to you, but everyone, especially mothers, need decompression time and too frequently we put it off until "later."
6. Pursuit of Conversation. Not a hard one to understand at all. After 8-12 hours of singing "row, row, row your boat," pretending you’re a puppy to please the preschooler, and listening to Elmo, most moms find themselves in need of casual conversation. This is a misunderstood need, and it is also one that is abused by many women, so it needs to be monitored closely, otherwise you will lose ground on your demands for numbers 1-5 on the Bill of Rights. The need for this is two-fold: one, an acknowledgement that you are not the only mother in the world doing what you are doing (pretending you’re a puppy to please the preschooler), and two, to prove that you can use proper English ("Yes, Mommy can talk like a big girl! Yes she can!"). Be careful about abusing this—for one, you might lose track of the toddler, and two, you’ll never get anything done. Pursuit of conversation also applies to email, Facebook, IM, whatever. Be sure to include the husband in this, but don’t overdo it—they are very sensitive to conversation overexposure.
7. Being a woman. Now, don’t go crazy with this. I can’t stand it when someone takes this as an immediate invitation to listen to Shania sing "I Feel Like a Woman" and sass around in an impractical outfit. This is truly being appreciated. This is the combination of many of the above freedoms. It is being clean, in clothes that make you comfortable and look good. It is perhaps a meal on your own plate with someone else taking care of the prep and clean-up. It is conversation with a grown-up. It may even include some close-up time with the person that helped you get to motherhood (remember him? You always thought he was so cute, and he looks kind of cute tonite, too.) This could also include a hair cut that did not take place in front of your bathroom mirror, and it could also involve girlfriends getting together for more of the Pursuit of Conversation, because when there are no kids and husbands, we can gab all we want about them.
8. Freedom to shop. This is a delicate one. This absolutely does not mean bankrupting your family for that great purse or shoes. It means getting out of the house on family business (say, grocery shopping or all those tedious 2-minute trips to Walgreen’s, Michael’s, and the cake decorating store without dragging 3 kids along with you. )Imagine going through the aisles of Target with no one asking you for stickers! Think of the possibilities! We should be able to do this once in a while—I certainly don’t expect it every single time.
9. Pursuit of the weather forecast. How do the kids know the weatherman is coming on? How is it that that is the precise moment when child #1 takes the toy from child #2, and child #3 comes in with a bloody nose that he got doing who-knows-what? Just once, I’d kind of like to see that 3 minutes of the news. My kids think I always watch the news, but really, it’s on because I’m always trying to watch the weather.
10. Good friends. They can understand what you’re going through, and still love you anyway. Even if you haven’t showered in a few days.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Lettuce Eat!
Lettuce Wraps with Spicy Peanut Sauce
I know it's the end of the summer, but I have still been enjoying the fruits of the labors of many a grower in Missouri. My own garden has given me green beans, basil, some tomatoes (they are still coming in--very late, I might add), carrots and a few small ears of corn which I left for the squirrels and rabbits. But, this dinner is so good, that I make it year round, because many ingredients are available.
I just realized that plate has a chip in it. Nice. Good one, Jenny.
I know it's the end of the summer, but I have still been enjoying the fruits of the labors of many a grower in Missouri. My own garden has given me green beans, basil, some tomatoes (they are still coming in--very late, I might add), carrots and a few small ears of corn which I left for the squirrels and rabbits. But, this dinner is so good, that I make it year round, because many ingredients are available.
I just realized that plate has a chip in it. Nice. Good one, Jenny.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Cicadas in Stereo
I have been marveling at the sounds all around my yard. One starts, another answers, and another answers. Let's see if this works. Turn up the volume.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Time to move on?
For months, no, years, I had been bugging my parents to get a new doctor. It's not like their doctor was up for some crazy malpractice, or that he was into voodoo, but, let's face it, he's getting older, they're getting older, how long can we keep this up?
A few months back, I thought I had them convinced. Especially when Dad told me that the doctor had hearing aids and was using them under the stethoscope. !!!!!???!!! Uh, get the net--time to hit the road, change horses, high-tail it out of there. I think that was a sign.
Now, to the good doctor's credit, he had some things totally right: when the patient has a question and calls the doctor's office, guess what? The patient actually talks to THE DOCTOR. Strange, but true. He also had a casual wit and dry sense of humor that made him personable to many. He obviously kept Mom and Dad chugging for this long, so he must have something right.
Well, I think Mom and Dad are finally convinced. The good doctor passed away at age 82 last week. God rest his soul, and rest mine assured that M&D will find that new doctor.
A few months back, I thought I had them convinced. Especially when Dad told me that the doctor had hearing aids and was using them under the stethoscope. !!!!!???!!! Uh, get the net--time to hit the road, change horses, high-tail it out of there. I think that was a sign.
Now, to the good doctor's credit, he had some things totally right: when the patient has a question and calls the doctor's office, guess what? The patient actually talks to THE DOCTOR. Strange, but true. He also had a casual wit and dry sense of humor that made him personable to many. He obviously kept Mom and Dad chugging for this long, so he must have something right.
Well, I think Mom and Dad are finally convinced. The good doctor passed away at age 82 last week. God rest his soul, and rest mine assured that M&D will find that new doctor.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Updates, stuff
The party went well--no real injuries or illnesses. In fact, once the slingshot broke, we let them have a free-for-all with the remaining water balloons. It took us a good hour to get through all the water balloons with the slingshot, so it was $20 well spent.
We are now back in school, and I am reconsidering the purpose of blogging. I have talked to a few people, just venting what I want out of this and what I want to do. I think I need to just get back to writing and then the rest will come. So one thing I talked to my sister about is that I'm not really good at one, thing. I have lots of interests, so I'd say I'm pretty good at a bunch of things, but not fabulous at any one thing, and sometimes that depresses me. Some would say that I will never be limited in life, and some would say I'll never perfect anything in life. Both are decidedly true. Blogging, though, seems an awful lot like "hey look at me!" and wouldn't I be better off journaling my life with a Mead notebook and a great pen, however, I wouldn't be able to use pictures as easily (haven't actually developed any in about a year). It is also nice to be able to link things with the computer for faster referencing.
I have been rambling. Again. Here's the deal, and this is what I have been thinking about today:
1. I love food. Yesterday, I made a yummy corn chowder and served it with fresh tomatoes and basil on garlic bread. So good, I'm still thinking about the leftovers at 10pm.
2. Sometimes, I don't like my husband. Sometimes, he doesn't like me. That's that. We'll both get over it, but you know, these are things they don't talk about in pre-cana counseling.
3. I am a children's book junkie. Gotta do some clean-up.
4. Chowder is calling me.
5. My prayer life stinks right now. God knows it--I'm tossing up these 5-second prayers lately, and he knows what I'm thinking about and all, but it still stinks. I need to get back on track.
6. Thinking about Shannon's trivia night--sounds like it could be fun, with the right group. May even win (again). Might not (again).
7. Going to start sending myself emails, so I don't forget to do things like buy the stupid Scotchguard that could've helped my microsuede chair. Also buy toothpaste and toothbrushes. Poor Bear's looks like he's been using it to scrub the pots and pans.
That's about it for now. Good night!
We are now back in school, and I am reconsidering the purpose of blogging. I have talked to a few people, just venting what I want out of this and what I want to do. I think I need to just get back to writing and then the rest will come. So one thing I talked to my sister about is that I'm not really good at one, thing. I have lots of interests, so I'd say I'm pretty good at a bunch of things, but not fabulous at any one thing, and sometimes that depresses me. Some would say that I will never be limited in life, and some would say I'll never perfect anything in life. Both are decidedly true. Blogging, though, seems an awful lot like "hey look at me!" and wouldn't I be better off journaling my life with a Mead notebook and a great pen, however, I wouldn't be able to use pictures as easily (haven't actually developed any in about a year). It is also nice to be able to link things with the computer for faster referencing.
I have been rambling. Again. Here's the deal, and this is what I have been thinking about today:
1. I love food. Yesterday, I made a yummy corn chowder and served it with fresh tomatoes and basil on garlic bread. So good, I'm still thinking about the leftovers at 10pm.
2. Sometimes, I don't like my husband. Sometimes, he doesn't like me. That's that. We'll both get over it, but you know, these are things they don't talk about in pre-cana counseling.
3. I am a children's book junkie. Gotta do some clean-up.
4. Chowder is calling me.
5. My prayer life stinks right now. God knows it--I'm tossing up these 5-second prayers lately, and he knows what I'm thinking about and all, but it still stinks. I need to get back on track.
6. Thinking about Shannon's trivia night--sounds like it could be fun, with the right group. May even win (again). Might not (again).
7. Going to start sending myself emails, so I don't forget to do things like buy the stupid Scotchguard that could've helped my microsuede chair. Also buy toothpaste and toothbrushes. Poor Bear's looks like he's been using it to scrub the pots and pans.
That's about it for now. Good night!
Friday, August 7, 2009
It's party time!
Getting close to the big bash for Buzz! I've got the following items lined up:
2 cases of soda
1 case water
3 big bags chips
40 chipwich cookie thingys
3 coolers
10 goody bags with:
a balsa wood airplane
M&Ms
a parachute guy
300 water balloons
1 giant 400-ft slingshot
40 rocket balloons
trac-ball set
various paper products and sunscreen
Still left to get are:
ice
more ice
dry ice
Party time!
2 cases of soda
1 case water
3 big bags chips
40 chipwich cookie thingys
3 coolers
10 goody bags with:
a balsa wood airplane
M&Ms
a parachute guy
300 water balloons
1 giant 400-ft slingshot
40 rocket balloons
trac-ball set
various paper products and sunscreen
Still left to get are:
ice
more ice
dry ice
Party time!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Long time, no speak
Yes, I am back. It has been......what.......3 months? Okay, so that's not so bad. It has been kind of wild, and I can honestly say that I wasn't sure that I would ever come back, and I'm not sure that I'm even staying with this. It has been good to vent a few things and write fun anecdotes, but I am not sure of the purpose of the blog anymore. A diary, free for all to read, with my feelings out there flying around the internet. Not that it would get much attention, it's just something I'm thinking about.
However, this is the list of things I can recall happening in the past 3 months, and perhaps I'll eventually get back to writing about each one of these in kind:
1. Kids got GI flu, lasted 2 weeks, what with the vomiting AND diarrhea. We even ended up with an ER visit out of it.
2. Speaking of ER visits, our insurance changed. Aggravation is now our current coverage level.
3. I went to Philadelphia to see my sister. Great time, yummy food, beautiful countryside and great history tours.
4. School's out! Kids are excited, and so am I. So far at this time, only one child (the youngest) is sleeping in.
5. Cub camp catastrophe. Yes, I will probably write about that. How incredibly frustrating that week was.
6. VBS, part I. Very good week--kids loved it.
7. Refinancing the house--ongoing, starting to get really ticked off at our lender.
8. VBS, part II. Very good week, too! Kids really loved it!
9. Library programs. Kids, again, loved all we've done with that: Babaloo, trains, whip guy, stories, etc.
10. Bear's birthday. What a sweet guy. Just when I feel guilty about not throwing a party, he's just happy to have a yummy dinner with his family.
11. River day: Scary, but turned out fun. That river was high and fast, and we nearly lost 3 of us.
12. Six Flags day: Totally fun day!
13. New furniture: More of a "have to" kind of thing. I love my furniture, but am not loving to pay for it.
14. Work: What should I do? Lots of circulating questions in my brain.
15. Sunday school--ongoing. Going fine, really, despite the divisions among a few of my fellow church members and myself. Maybe it's perceived, but I feel the tension mounting.
16. Dog--hospital visit for the dog. Ugh--this sort of adds to the whole "why did we get a dog" issues we all have at heart. $370 lighter in the pocket.
17. Vacation--will we take one? Will we not? The shadow knows....
18. Kung Fu and Piano: What do you spend the money on? The kids like them both.
19. Reunion, followed by reunion, followed by another reunion, and another one to come. This is my 20th, husband's 25th, and just general "reuniting" of friends.
20. Should I enter the short story contest? I have an idea, but little time to pursue it.
And finally, the issue on everybody's mind:
21. Should I keep the blog?
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
An Important Message
I need to share this story, because it is a scary story. Buzz has recently been allowed to explore the neighborhood on his bike a little more--just a few streets where we knew people as "safe houses" in case of an emergency. We also set a time limit that he must be back at the house by, so that if he misses that curfew, I come looking for him. On the ride home from the park yesterday, Buzz relates to me a story that scared me. A few days before on one of his bike rides, a van pulled along side Buzz, and he reported that an older man asked him if he knew "Ben" and that he (Buzz) looked like "Ben." He also told him where this person lived. Buzz then said he drove away. We went ballistic--asking him questions about the person and the car, and told him under no circumstances should he speak to anyone he doesn't know on his bike rides. Of course we have pulled back his bike riding territory again, but we are trying to play it safe. We've also gone in depth with action plans and emergency plans with all the kids, explaining what to do. Now this person may have been the nicest, safest person in town, but nonetheless we had to take serious precautions. It makes me mad and sad that this has to be the case--I was allowed to bike all over the place, but never feared for my safety. This is not the case today. Keep your kids safe!
Update, Gravois Creek Chronicles
We have checked all suspect areas, and Buzz does not have the lunch money. It appears there was a mix-up somewhere between the student teacher (who is gone now) and the regular teacher, and the $10 got lost between the two of them. I did cave and pay the $.75, but no more for now. I think of this as my silent protest over the poorly written flyers from school.
What a beautiful day today! It was so nice to be out, getting my vitamin D for the day. The kids played and played and played. With the exception of the dog eating chocolate chip cookies, it was a good day.
What a beautiful day today! It was so nice to be out, getting my vitamin D for the day. The kids played and played and played. With the exception of the dog eating chocolate chip cookies, it was a good day.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
2nd notice
Yet another "red slip" from the school, saying I owe them $.75....still no sign of my $10. Who's going to give in first?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
No baby bikes here!
Beav is officially on two wheels! What a big day! I was shooting baskets in the cul-de-sac when I see Bear and Beav conspiring near the gate. Bear says "I'll teach you," in a gentle manner. "Teach him what?" I yell. He explains that he's about to teach his little brother how to ride a two-wheeler. "Oh no, you're not!" I toss the ball and go running up the driveway. I get up there and talk to him about going slow, using the brakes and keeping his balance while keeping his eyes on the road. "I can do it, Mom," he says to me, almost in a flustered voice. He takes off down the driveway, with me running along side, hand on his neck. "Let go Mom!" he yells. I let go--and off he goes, as if he always knew how to do it. He made about 10 laps altogether, before I made him get off for awhile so "Mom's blood pressure can go back down."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
A few observations--found among the photos
The box of pictures was out today, so of course I lost about 30 minutes going through some photos. I have noticed a couple of things:
1) Buzz has a lot of photos where he has different things on his head. Large hats, pants, a book...
2) Why didn't anyone tell me my hair looked that bad?
3) My kids seemed to hang around a lot in their underwear from age 2 to age 3.
4) Bill had very large glasses when we were dating.
5) I lost a lot of "chestiness" after nursing the 3rd baby, as evidenced by the camping trip pictures of me in my swimming suit. I already knew this, but now I have proof in the form of photography.
***$10 still not found yet.......
1) Buzz has a lot of photos where he has different things on his head. Large hats, pants, a book...
2) Why didn't anyone tell me my hair looked that bad?
3) My kids seemed to hang around a lot in their underwear from age 2 to age 3.
4) Bill had very large glasses when we were dating.
5) I lost a lot of "chestiness" after nursing the 3rd baby, as evidenced by the camping trip pictures of me in my swimming suit. I already knew this, but now I have proof in the form of photography.
***$10 still not found yet.......
Monday, April 13, 2009
I'm holding firm
Today we got a notice from school that we owe $.75 for my son's lunch account. I refuse to pay--they still haven't found my $10. Who's to say that when I send another $.75 they won't lose that too?
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Haven't written anything in awhile, and my only reason is that it has been an exceptionally busy few weeks. The day-to-day activities of motherhood have continued to trudge on, but we've had to add more bumps in our roads. Sicknesses of the children, battles with allergies, wet beds, bad dreams, sore throats, check-ups, kindergarten madness, cub scout meetings have swallowed up even more time. The lingering "kennel cough" in the children is one of the last remaining signs of our past two weeks of craziness. I felt like I could barely keep life together. One evening, I realized I didn't have much of anything to feed the kids for lunch at school the next day. "Buy lunch!" I triumphantly thought, "my task is done!" But, having checked the balance of money left in the lunch accounts, I realized they would not even have enough money to buy milk. "So what's one more day of peanut butter?" I ask myself, but I did remember to send money with the boys to school to add to the lunch account, saving myself from packing a lunch another day. (I have since come to find out that at least one teacher neglected to put my son's money in his account, so now we owe school $.75--thanks, a lot.)
Still, one other tragedy marred our weeks. My friend's husband, having battled cancer for several months, succombed last week. This tragedy has left an enormous hole in her heart, and ours as well. And as we watched the Caring Bridge site for updates, having my email, facebook, cell phone and home phone line open for those last bits of information, a feeling of peace came over when he passed away. I knew this wouldn't be the end of pain for my friend, but I knew she wouldn't watch him suffer any longer. I'm so sorry for my friend, her 3 children, his parents and family and all who feel his loss. I cannot understand it, and I cannot say the right things to make any of my friend's hurt go away. But those are selfish things, anyway, to think that I could even try.
One thing stood out to me: that he passed away during Holy Week, and when all the world is mourning death and despising death, and then here we have Easter, when Jesus conquered death. Is it possible to see hope when we hear the Easter story? It won't take away the pain now, but maybe it will point us to faith. Faith. I have been thinking a lot about faith, because I think it's normal to have periods in life when you have lots of questions and times when you affirm your positions of faith. Faith to me is like the friend you don't see. How do you know that person is still your friend? You haven't seen her, and she's not there to back up your claim physically, but yet you know. Do I sometimes feel God's not there? Especially in bad times? No, I know He's there, but He allows me to contemplate faith. In fact, I think sometimes He may even physically pull back from me, to make my faith grow--maybe even so I can take care of other things. Then there are times I feel very close, very faithful to God.
I guess I hope my friend's pain would be eased by faith. Faith that she'll be okay, she'll have help, she'll have friends and family close by, she'll smile and laugh, and love. Faith that her husband loved her very much and loved his kids very much. Faith that cares for her and is always with her, even when she doesn't physically see it.
Still, one other tragedy marred our weeks. My friend's husband, having battled cancer for several months, succombed last week. This tragedy has left an enormous hole in her heart, and ours as well. And as we watched the Caring Bridge site for updates, having my email, facebook, cell phone and home phone line open for those last bits of information, a feeling of peace came over when he passed away. I knew this wouldn't be the end of pain for my friend, but I knew she wouldn't watch him suffer any longer. I'm so sorry for my friend, her 3 children, his parents and family and all who feel his loss. I cannot understand it, and I cannot say the right things to make any of my friend's hurt go away. But those are selfish things, anyway, to think that I could even try.
One thing stood out to me: that he passed away during Holy Week, and when all the world is mourning death and despising death, and then here we have Easter, when Jesus conquered death. Is it possible to see hope when we hear the Easter story? It won't take away the pain now, but maybe it will point us to faith. Faith. I have been thinking a lot about faith, because I think it's normal to have periods in life when you have lots of questions and times when you affirm your positions of faith. Faith to me is like the friend you don't see. How do you know that person is still your friend? You haven't seen her, and she's not there to back up your claim physically, but yet you know. Do I sometimes feel God's not there? Especially in bad times? No, I know He's there, but He allows me to contemplate faith. In fact, I think sometimes He may even physically pull back from me, to make my faith grow--maybe even so I can take care of other things. Then there are times I feel very close, very faithful to God.
I guess I hope my friend's pain would be eased by faith. Faith that she'll be okay, she'll have help, she'll have friends and family close by, she'll smile and laugh, and love. Faith that her husband loved her very much and loved his kids very much. Faith that cares for her and is always with her, even when she doesn't physically see it.
Friday, March 27, 2009
From where I sit at the laptop, I can see into the backyard and can see the boys playing. Yesterday, however, I was sitting at the table with a friend when I hear the outside faucet go on. I yell out the window, "turn it off! It's only 55 degrees!" The two outside turn off the faucet. A few minutes later, Bear walks in and says, "Mom, Beav's totally naked out there." What!?!?! I look out the window and see him, t-shirt on, pants off, naked from the waist down, waving back at me.
"Welcome to my house," I said to my friend, who is cleaning up from her Danny Thomas-style spit-out when she, too, saw what was going on.
"Welcome to my house," I said to my friend, who is cleaning up from her Danny Thomas-style spit-out when she, too, saw what was going on.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Fine Art of Procrastination
There are various methods by which one can avoid a task. One can take up another task; start a fun project; play with the kids; sleep; simply ignore the work that needs to be done. Another great method is verbalizing how awful the task is going to be--that is, loudly complaining and whining about it--like, for hours. Now while I am a procrastinator, my method is pretty low-key: the children. They constantly will interrupt a task, so sometimes if I'm dreading it, I joyfully abandon the task in favor of a game of CandyLand or a great knock-knock joke. However, when it comes right down to it, if it needs to be done, I get it done without much complaining (save the juice-spilled floor--that one I do complain about. I mean, could it really be spilled twice each day? Really?). By the way, there are sub-procrastinating ways, too. One might do a more tolerable task, or one that is likely to be completed quickly when there is a big task waiting to be finished. In fact, the sub-task is usually done in the middle of the big task. The sub-task is also quite unnecessary. Like when putting away dishes (which I don't like doing), fix a little snack. Or instead of cleaning the garage-the front step gets hosed off. So, my dear, when you had two and a half-hours to get a 20-minute task done, there is no room for complaint. Just get up and get it done.
Friday, March 20, 2009
More than words....
Here's a list of songs and my mistaken understanding of their words, so far. By the way, I will probably continue to add to this list.
"Man in Motion"
Jenny's take: "wanna be your man in motion, underneath this pair of wheels"
Real words: "wanna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels"
"Chattanooga Choo-Choo"
Jenny's take: "Suddenly-aaaay....I used cacoughany phase"
Real words: "Satin and lace, I used to call 'Funny Face' "
"I'm a Believer"
Jenny's take: "when I needed sunshine on my brain"
real words: "When I needed sunshine I got rain"
The real sad part of this is that I only recently discovered the real words--like, in the last 5 years or so. Anyone else want to 'fess up to this?
Here's a fun website to look at other people's interpretations of lyrics:
http://www.kissthisguy.com/
"Man in Motion"
Jenny's take: "wanna be your man in motion, underneath this pair of wheels"
Real words: "wanna be your man in motion, all I need is a pair of wheels"
"Chattanooga Choo-Choo"
Jenny's take: "Suddenly-aaaay....I used cacoughany phase"
Real words: "Satin and lace, I used to call 'Funny Face' "
"I'm a Believer"
Jenny's take: "when I needed sunshine on my brain"
real words: "When I needed sunshine I got rain"
The real sad part of this is that I only recently discovered the real words--like, in the last 5 years or so. Anyone else want to 'fess up to this?
Here's a fun website to look at other people's interpretations of lyrics:
http://www.kissthisguy.com/
Monday, March 16, 2009
Calgon, take me away--again.
Ever have those 5-15 minutes where all hell breaks loose? Like when you head to bathroom for some "time alone," only to hear that 3-letter word 20 seconds later?
"MOM!" comes the shout from outside the door.
"What." I try to say calmly, not wanting to answer, but knowing if I don't, he'll only say it again.
"Come quick!"
"Why."
"I've spilled the juice!"
Oh, bother--well, not being able to exactly leave my post, I must give instructions on how to deal with this. Thankfully, by the way, the dog was cheerfully outside, eating her weight in sticks.
"Get the towel from the kitchen and throw it on the spill. I'll be out in a minute."
Then here it comes.
"But I want more juice!"
Did he just say what I thought he said? "Oh you don't even want to ask that right now. I'll be out soon."
Now, this was just part of the plan for the day. You see yesterday, Dad thought it would be a good idea to give the boys White Castle for lunch yesterday while I was at work. I told him later, "Now we're having black bean soup for dinner. Do you want this to happen?" because he knows full well what I'm talking about. "Oh sure, " he says, "after all they'll be on spring break." Little did he know we'd be at Target 18 hours later. And while I made sure everyone hit the bathroom before we left, we still had to make not 1, not 2, but 3 trips to the bathroom. 1 for one child, 2 for another. The 3rd remains strangely untouched by yesterday's menu.
Why is the bathroom such an interesting topic? I never was too obsessed with bathrooming until I had children, and now my life seems to revolve around who has peed, who has pooped, or who needs to, who wants to and when will I have time to go? Even now that we have a dog, it is moreso, because now I get to think about when the dog needs to go, where the dog has gone, and when the dog will need to go again.
How strange my life has become. But it sure is entertaining when I step back to look at it.
"MOM!" comes the shout from outside the door.
"What." I try to say calmly, not wanting to answer, but knowing if I don't, he'll only say it again.
"Come quick!"
"Why."
"I've spilled the juice!"
Oh, bother--well, not being able to exactly leave my post, I must give instructions on how to deal with this. Thankfully, by the way, the dog was cheerfully outside, eating her weight in sticks.
"Get the towel from the kitchen and throw it on the spill. I'll be out in a minute."
Then here it comes.
"But I want more juice!"
Did he just say what I thought he said? "Oh you don't even want to ask that right now. I'll be out soon."
Now, this was just part of the plan for the day. You see yesterday, Dad thought it would be a good idea to give the boys White Castle for lunch yesterday while I was at work. I told him later, "Now we're having black bean soup for dinner. Do you want this to happen?" because he knows full well what I'm talking about. "Oh sure, " he says, "after all they'll be on spring break." Little did he know we'd be at Target 18 hours later. And while I made sure everyone hit the bathroom before we left, we still had to make not 1, not 2, but 3 trips to the bathroom. 1 for one child, 2 for another. The 3rd remains strangely untouched by yesterday's menu.
Why is the bathroom such an interesting topic? I never was too obsessed with bathrooming until I had children, and now my life seems to revolve around who has peed, who has pooped, or who needs to, who wants to and when will I have time to go? Even now that we have a dog, it is moreso, because now I get to think about when the dog needs to go, where the dog has gone, and when the dog will need to go again.
How strange my life has become. But it sure is entertaining when I step back to look at it.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A boy and his dog
I walked by the window to see Buzz and his dog running around the backyard. He was laughing so hard, his face was red. It was pure joy. Both of them were having such a good time together, I had to snap a few pictures. What a happy sight!
Monday, March 9, 2009
It's in their blood!
Welcome, Bear and Beaver to the Sauerkraut-eating, Mustard-loving, Bratwurst-bearing family. The other night you joined your Dad, myself and your older brother in a most German of meals. I told you it was in your blood--eventually, you would like grainy mustard and sauerkraut and a really good bratwurst (Kenrick's homemade, of course), because both sets of great-grandparents, grandparents and your parents love it. Your older brother joined us a few years ago, and while you both chose to drag it out, I knew you'd come around sooner or later.
Vilkommen!
Vilkommen!
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Pax vobiscum
Well, you learn something new everyday. Today at church I learned about the "pax vobiscum," or "peace be with you." When Jesus appears to the disciples after Easter, he meets them in the locked room. He passes through the wall, according to the Word, and the first thing he says is "Peace be with you."
The liturgy has this, too. Our pastor posed the question about where this should be in the liturgy and why. Some said it should be at the beginning of the service, some said at the end, and mostly everyone agreed that having in its current place, in the middle of the service was a strange place for it. It's almost like a commercial break--a social time for people to get up, wander about, stretch and offer hands and hugs. I have to admit, it does seem like a strange place for exchanging greetings of peace.
Then pastor illuminated me. He pointed out that the moment we offer greetings is the moment after the eucharistic prayer in which Jesus joins us bodily in the service. How appropriate, then. The words of institution are spoken, Jesus is present in the sacrament, and we greet each other "Peace be with you," just like he did. I had never thought of it like that, but I understand, now. It gives the communion feast all the more importance and meaning to me.
I enjoy learning the "whys" about the liturgy--there are times when I don't know why we do what we do, but once I learn, it makes more sense. I think I get more out of it, too. Rather than just going through the motions, I get more presence of mind about being at church and with God.
The liturgy has this, too. Our pastor posed the question about where this should be in the liturgy and why. Some said it should be at the beginning of the service, some said at the end, and mostly everyone agreed that having in its current place, in the middle of the service was a strange place for it. It's almost like a commercial break--a social time for people to get up, wander about, stretch and offer hands and hugs. I have to admit, it does seem like a strange place for exchanging greetings of peace.
Then pastor illuminated me. He pointed out that the moment we offer greetings is the moment after the eucharistic prayer in which Jesus joins us bodily in the service. How appropriate, then. The words of institution are spoken, Jesus is present in the sacrament, and we greet each other "Peace be with you," just like he did. I had never thought of it like that, but I understand, now. It gives the communion feast all the more importance and meaning to me.
I enjoy learning the "whys" about the liturgy--there are times when I don't know why we do what we do, but once I learn, it makes more sense. I think I get more out of it, too. Rather than just going through the motions, I get more presence of mind about being at church and with God.
Happy Birthday, Beav!
Today is your birthday, Beaver. You're such a big boy--wow! 5 years old! Mom and Dad can hardly believe that we have a 5-year old around again. You have had such a great year, being 4, and now that you're 5, it'll be another great year, too: full of fun, surprises, learning new things, some tears, and definite joy. I remember the day you were born so clearly, and yet can sometimes feel like those baby days are so short, they're almost foggy memories, now. But now you're a big boy, growing, laughing and learning everyday. Mom and Dad have truly been blessed by God, and he has loaned us such a precious gift in you. Happy Birthday, Beaver!
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I really wonder about my kids. Much like the bit by Bill Cosby, sometimes the things they do are staggering in their stupidity. Don't get me wrong--I do love them dearly, but you just have to wonder sometimes what exactly let them to make the decision they've made.
When I was little there were a few things you just didn't do. One, was bother Mom and Dad during a perceived serious discussion. Another, don't go in Mom and Dad's bedroom, unless it was a bathroom emergency and there were no other bathrooms available. Still, at the top of the list, absolutely #1 on that list was don't wake Mom and Dad. No matter what. It didn't matter if you were really happy to see them, had a great joke, were bleeding out every oriface. Don't wake them up. In fact, I took this one so seriously, I woke my sister when I had a bad dream. I took myself to barf in the bathroom, knowing Mom would probably hear me wretch and eventually would come in the bathroom. But on Saturday mornings, the key was to slink downstairs, avoiding the creaky boards on the steps. Quietly, oh so quietly (rule #1) turn on the tv at the bottom volume, so you pretty much had to stop breathing in order to hear it. If you had to go to the bathroom, you went, but didn't flush until you heard someone else rustling around near Mom and Dad's room. That usually meant (rule #2) don't flush after 5 am until about 8 am. Do not, by any means, talk above a whisper (rule#3). If you're hungry, you have 2 options: wait, and just tough it out, or sneak in and get yourself some cereal. But that brings in another factor (rule #4)--don't make any noise in the kitchen, because why? Sound travels better on hard floors.
Now it seems my kids don't know any of these "rules of the house," and I'm not sure why. They've been threatened with every possible punishment. We've even carried some of these out. Either they're sheer geniouses, hell-bent in a very roundabout way, on my (and my husband's) loss of control or jump "over the edge of sanity," or they have no clue whatsoever.
When I was little there were a few things you just didn't do. One, was bother Mom and Dad during a perceived serious discussion. Another, don't go in Mom and Dad's bedroom, unless it was a bathroom emergency and there were no other bathrooms available. Still, at the top of the list, absolutely #1 on that list was don't wake Mom and Dad. No matter what. It didn't matter if you were really happy to see them, had a great joke, were bleeding out every oriface. Don't wake them up. In fact, I took this one so seriously, I woke my sister when I had a bad dream. I took myself to barf in the bathroom, knowing Mom would probably hear me wretch and eventually would come in the bathroom. But on Saturday mornings, the key was to slink downstairs, avoiding the creaky boards on the steps. Quietly, oh so quietly (rule #1) turn on the tv at the bottom volume, so you pretty much had to stop breathing in order to hear it. If you had to go to the bathroom, you went, but didn't flush until you heard someone else rustling around near Mom and Dad's room. That usually meant (rule #2) don't flush after 5 am until about 8 am. Do not, by any means, talk above a whisper (rule#3). If you're hungry, you have 2 options: wait, and just tough it out, or sneak in and get yourself some cereal. But that brings in another factor (rule #4)--don't make any noise in the kitchen, because why? Sound travels better on hard floors.
Now it seems my kids don't know any of these "rules of the house," and I'm not sure why. They've been threatened with every possible punishment. We've even carried some of these out. Either they're sheer geniouses, hell-bent in a very roundabout way, on my (and my husband's) loss of control or jump "over the edge of sanity," or they have no clue whatsoever.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Here's the litany of questions I fielded from Beaver the other morning in a 10 minute period.
Can you juggle?
Can you juggle one?
Can you juggle 3?
When are we going to my friend's?
How will we get there?
How far is the pet shop?
Is this the quickest way?
Do you really know that?
What is 800 miles?
Can we go 800 miles?
Will I like it?
What's (so-and so's) number?
Can you call?
When am I going to be 5?
What's a week?
What's a day?
Can you juggle?
Can you juggle one?
Can you juggle 3?
When are we going to my friend's?
How will we get there?
How far is the pet shop?
Is this the quickest way?
Do you really know that?
What is 800 miles?
Can we go 800 miles?
Will I like it?
What's (so-and so's) number?
Can you call?
When am I going to be 5?
What's a week?
What's a day?
And the award goes to.....
Buzz! He was selected to receive a "Glory of Missouri Award" given by the House of Representatives. He's one of 14 from the school to get it. Congrats, Buzz! We are so proud of you!
She's here!
Our new puppy, Sara is here! Sara Jane, in keeping with our S-J initials from the prior puppy. By the way, I call all puppies, "puppies" even if they are 14 years old. It just happens, though, that this little one is 6 months old. She couldn't be sweeter. I really hope this takes!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Words of Beaver
Was Noah Zark a real person?
--Who?
Noah. Noah Zark.
--Oh, Noah. Yes, he was real, but his last name isn't 'Zark.' He had a boat called an Ark. So they called it "Noah's Ark."
--Who?
Noah. Noah Zark.
--Oh, Noah. Yes, he was real, but his last name isn't 'Zark.' He had a boat called an Ark. So they called it "Noah's Ark."
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Some days....
Yesterday was one of "those days." The ones where the boys don't seem to listen or pay attention, or get along, or play independently, or cooperate with anything. The ones where you're constantly a day late and a dollar short. The ones where you are just counting down the hours and minutes until bedtime.
I felt bad. I yelled more than one time. I took away snack. I removed the toy causing the fights. I separated the necessary siblings. I was exhausted by bedtime. Nonetheless, the boys got pj's on, and we all sat on the Beaver's bed and all talked and looked at Lego magazines quietly for a half hour. Then, everyone got shuffled to bed, willingly and obediently. It was a good day.
I felt bad. I yelled more than one time. I took away snack. I removed the toy causing the fights. I separated the necessary siblings. I was exhausted by bedtime. Nonetheless, the boys got pj's on, and we all sat on the Beaver's bed and all talked and looked at Lego magazines quietly for a half hour. Then, everyone got shuffled to bed, willingly and obediently. It was a good day.
Last weekend, I looked over at Buzz sitting in the church pew and smiled. Then, a double take: the kid had managed to put his Arrow button-down oxford shirt on inside out, and button it. His collar completely twisted; he didn't seem to notice when he was putting it on how difficult it was to button and keep his collar turned the right way.
And, I apparently was too busy to notice until that moment in church. Everyone behind us had, as they smiled back at us, sharing a quiet giggle.
And, I apparently was too busy to notice until that moment in church. Everyone behind us had, as they smiled back at us, sharing a quiet giggle.
A Study of Perpetual Motion
I'm not sure how it started. Swing, swing, swing, back and forth. Quietly, I block the small limb with my leg. The other one starts now: swing, swing, swing, back and forth. I block it with my leg again. Almost as if on cue, rub, rub, rub, his little head against the back of the pew. I give him a nudge. Then the bottom--scoot, scoot, scoot, rock, rock, rock. I finally lean over, eyes still closed (because we're supposed to be praying) and say, "Can't you please just sit still?" Bear looks at me and smiles. He's still for about, say, a nanosecond. Then the leg starts again......A body in motion stays in motion.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Watch out, Bart Conners
Took the Beav to open tumbling time at the Y today. He had a ball running all over the place, trying out the spring boards, bars, balance beams and the tumble track--a trampoline type thing the kids can jump on. It brought out the Nadia Comenici in me--I found myself jumping up and down on the floor exercise mat with Beav. I did the balance beam with him (the "low boy") and the spring board onto the giant, cushy mat. It was fun just doing what Beav wanted to do for a while. So often he gets shuffled here and there, and I feel bad for him. He could use a little activity all his own, and that's what this provided. Then, it was back home for a bath and lunch. Now, a little Bugs Bunny, and I think he'll be quiet for a time.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Oatmeal a la slow cooker
I obsess on recipes. I read and reread and study and find all the possibilities I can think of before I get committed to a recipe.
I wanted to make oatmeal in the crockpot. I recall seeing Alton Brown do this on tv several years ago, and decided now, several years later, I could make the committment. Maybe the length of time is a bit unhealthy, but I don't like kitchen failures. So I read countless recipes, blogs and website articles on what could go wrong and how to make it work.
Basically, I found from my research that you can use old fashioned oats, but cook them on the warm setting for 8 hours; use steel cut oats but make sure you add plenty of liquid, and if possible, make a water bath bain marie in the crockpot to ensure there's no burning and minimal sticking to the sides.
I opted for using the steel cut oats, extra fluid, no water bath (I didn't have a container that could fit). I used
1 cup steel cut oats
6 cups of liquid (water and milk)
cinnamon
1 tbsp butter
1 handful of brown sugar
Place in crock coated with cooking spray. Cook on low for 6-8 hours.
I couldn't sleep too well last night, I was obsessing that the oatmeal would explode in the kitchen, ooze everywhere, or burn so bad the smoke detectors would go off. None of that happened. In fact, we had nice warm oatmeal ready for us after 8 hours. I stirred in chopped banana at the end, and let the kids put mini-chocolate chips on it (about a tsp, for all you high-and-mightys out there). They all ate it and we grown ups did too. I put extra bananas and honey on ours.
A few other tips, however: Don't cook longer than 8 hours, or else there won't be much left to call "oats." Leave the sugar out. Stir that in when it's done in the morning, because there was some browning and sticking, despite the fact that I sprayed the crock with cooking spray. I believe this was due to the sugars. I would even consider another cup of liquid, because it needed it anyway. Another tip is to set an appliance timer to go off 6-7 hours before you get up, in case you want to mix it together at say, 9 pm, for breakfast at 7 am. Set the timer for midnight, and it'll be perfect. For me, this makes the morning go so much easier when I don't have to worry about breakfast. This was uncommonly easy and fast, allows for different breakfast schedules, too.
I wanted to make oatmeal in the crockpot. I recall seeing Alton Brown do this on tv several years ago, and decided now, several years later, I could make the committment. Maybe the length of time is a bit unhealthy, but I don't like kitchen failures. So I read countless recipes, blogs and website articles on what could go wrong and how to make it work.
Basically, I found from my research that you can use old fashioned oats, but cook them on the warm setting for 8 hours; use steel cut oats but make sure you add plenty of liquid, and if possible, make a water bath bain marie in the crockpot to ensure there's no burning and minimal sticking to the sides.
I opted for using the steel cut oats, extra fluid, no water bath (I didn't have a container that could fit). I used
1 cup steel cut oats
6 cups of liquid (water and milk)
cinnamon
1 tbsp butter
1 handful of brown sugar
Place in crock coated with cooking spray. Cook on low for 6-8 hours.
I couldn't sleep too well last night, I was obsessing that the oatmeal would explode in the kitchen, ooze everywhere, or burn so bad the smoke detectors would go off. None of that happened. In fact, we had nice warm oatmeal ready for us after 8 hours. I stirred in chopped banana at the end, and let the kids put mini-chocolate chips on it (about a tsp, for all you high-and-mightys out there). They all ate it and we grown ups did too. I put extra bananas and honey on ours.
A few other tips, however: Don't cook longer than 8 hours, or else there won't be much left to call "oats." Leave the sugar out. Stir that in when it's done in the morning, because there was some browning and sticking, despite the fact that I sprayed the crock with cooking spray. I believe this was due to the sugars. I would even consider another cup of liquid, because it needed it anyway. Another tip is to set an appliance timer to go off 6-7 hours before you get up, in case you want to mix it together at say, 9 pm, for breakfast at 7 am. Set the timer for midnight, and it'll be perfect. For me, this makes the morning go so much easier when I don't have to worry about breakfast. This was uncommonly easy and fast, allows for different breakfast schedules, too.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Inauguration '09
Our son came home from school with this great banner proclaiming a new candidate for '09. Well, an old candidate. A candidate so old that he served in the 1920s.
"Well," my husband says, "the constitution isn't clear on whether the candidate has to actually be alive to be considered for president." After all, this is the state that elected a dead man for governor, right? And, a dead man couldn't do much worse than anyone else.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Is this what Peter Pan meant?
When Peter Pan says he never wants to grow up, was it because he knew there were going to be difficult times, or was it that he never wanted to physically mature?
I don't mind my birthday. I know I may be in the minority here, but generally speaking, I look forward to yet another new year. I like thinking there's more to do and more to learn out there. Yes, I have my down days where I think dermabrasion is the only answer to my poor skin, or days when I think "now that didn't hurt yesterday," so yes, there are some things about growing up that aren't the best.
However, I guess I wasn't prepared for the utter heartbreak and sadness that happens around me. It seems each day there is something horrible happening. A job lost, a death in the family, a terrible illness, a marriage ending, not to mention bad economy, bad legistation, bad people out there hurting children or others. It seems we are doomed. My husband, the pesimist, I call him (he would probably say he's a realist) has known about these things all along. "Don't let yourself be duped into feeling everything is perfect." That kind of thing.
When it seems like all is doom and gloom it is easy to fall in line with that thinking. I let myself agree with the world--it's all horrible. But then I have to force myself to turn the table around and find something to be happy about. I don't think of it as the "ostrich effect" that some would call it, because I acknowledge these awful things are happening. But it doesn't mean I have to let it rule my life.
I'm sure I'll have more to discuss on this issue. I just want to say that in an Eeyore kind of world, it's okay to be Pollyanna.
I don't mind my birthday. I know I may be in the minority here, but generally speaking, I look forward to yet another new year. I like thinking there's more to do and more to learn out there. Yes, I have my down days where I think dermabrasion is the only answer to my poor skin, or days when I think "now that didn't hurt yesterday," so yes, there are some things about growing up that aren't the best.
However, I guess I wasn't prepared for the utter heartbreak and sadness that happens around me. It seems each day there is something horrible happening. A job lost, a death in the family, a terrible illness, a marriage ending, not to mention bad economy, bad legistation, bad people out there hurting children or others. It seems we are doomed. My husband, the pesimist, I call him (he would probably say he's a realist) has known about these things all along. "Don't let yourself be duped into feeling everything is perfect." That kind of thing.
When it seems like all is doom and gloom it is easy to fall in line with that thinking. I let myself agree with the world--it's all horrible. But then I have to force myself to turn the table around and find something to be happy about. I don't think of it as the "ostrich effect" that some would call it, because I acknowledge these awful things are happening. But it doesn't mean I have to let it rule my life.
I'm sure I'll have more to discuss on this issue. I just want to say that in an Eeyore kind of world, it's okay to be Pollyanna.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Drumroll, please.....
The answer is 5,108,000,000,000,000 gallons, assuming the following:
1. There is an equal distribution of rainfall over the entire area of the river basin.
2. There is no rainwater lost to evaporation.
3. All things are in perfect alignment in the universe, meaning, I'm sure there are other variables we didn't control for, but this is the answer the 9-year old was looking for.
I will also clarify that this is spread over 2.7+ million square miles of river/basin.
1. There is an equal distribution of rainfall over the entire area of the river basin.
2. There is no rainwater lost to evaporation.
3. All things are in perfect alignment in the universe, meaning, I'm sure there are other variables we didn't control for, but this is the answer the 9-year old was looking for.
I will also clarify that this is spread over 2.7+ million square miles of river/basin.
What am I doing this morning?
Looking up conversions for the average rainfall in the Amazon River from inches to gallons. This being the 9-year old's question for the day. So....just how much rain is 80 inches spread over 4080 miles of river? Stay tuned to find out!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year from Gravois Creek!
The evening was quiet for us, dinner with the kids, ice cream, a bath and firecrackers. The resident old man yelled at us at about 9:30 last night, "isn't it time for the kids to go to bed?" Sheesh-we were just having fun, too! I yelled back "Buzz, can't we pleeeeeeease stay up a little later 'Dad' ?"
He's old before his time, I tell you.
Well the update on the dog isn't as funny or cute. It seems the youngster had a problem with, uh, me. He could be a total angel dog, and then the next minute, snap! He had his mouth around my arm, trying to tear it off the socket. Unfortunately, he had to go, as we couldn't take the chance on the kids ( and I'm kind of attached to my arm, no pun intended). He didn't seem to have this problem with the husband, and occasionally felt he could try with the kids, but I would come diving in to help, only to be met with teeth and growls. I still want a dog, but we are going to take our time.
The evening was quiet for us, dinner with the kids, ice cream, a bath and firecrackers. The resident old man yelled at us at about 9:30 last night, "isn't it time for the kids to go to bed?" Sheesh-we were just having fun, too! I yelled back "Buzz, can't we pleeeeeeease stay up a little later 'Dad' ?"
He's old before his time, I tell you.
Well the update on the dog isn't as funny or cute. It seems the youngster had a problem with, uh, me. He could be a total angel dog, and then the next minute, snap! He had his mouth around my arm, trying to tear it off the socket. Unfortunately, he had to go, as we couldn't take the chance on the kids ( and I'm kind of attached to my arm, no pun intended). He didn't seem to have this problem with the husband, and occasionally felt he could try with the kids, but I would come diving in to help, only to be met with teeth and growls. I still want a dog, but we are going to take our time.
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