My Life As "Supermom"

Minnie Speaks The Truth

2012-02-15T08:56:00.000-06:00

There are those things that make mornings more tolerable. Jared brought this mug back from Disney World for me when his choir was there on tour. The saying on the back is one of my favorites that I use often, and he remembered it.

So, on mornings such as this, I take solace in filling up my mug with hot, fragrant brew and give myself time to orient my thoughts into a positive attitude toward the day.

Besides, looking at Minnie in her curlers and bathrobe makes me smile, and also makes me think about my thoughtful young man who brought her to me. Who couldn't have a good day after that?

Wish List

2012-02-13T08:36:00.000-06:00

I have short wish list; just dreaming, really, but I'd take any kind of good that comes my way at this point.

*The time to get a mani/pedi. I'd love to try that new gel polish that is supposed to last for 2 weeks. I could give it a run for the money.*

*A day off from work, without guilt or worry about falling behind, just to spend on me (see previous wish) or do whatever I want to get done, go where I want to go.*

*That the Department of Education would get their sh*t together and update my payments on their website.*

*To have the FAFSA filed for both boys. (see previous wish #2).*

*Just one day without any anxiety.*

*Good news; any good news.*

*A day when nothing breaks down or goes wrong. In the past few days, the electric fireplace has burned itself out, the furnace quit working, the softener started to leak, my truck started making funny noises, the boys have not been seeing eye to eye, and the washing machine sounds like a jackhammer when it spins out.*

My Irish grandmother used to say, "If wishes were horses, then poor men would ride." Some days this makes sense to me, while others leave me wondering about the deeper meaning she was trying to impart.

Having a wish list is a good thing, as long as there are no expectations attached to having them all fulfilled. The best news is, it can change every day by adding or subtracting said wishes to accommodate whatever longing presents itself.

I'm going to bake and decorate cookies today after work and my workout. For some reason, that always helps me pull things into perspective, and maybe, just maybe, I can knock a few of those items off the list...

It's A Sweet Deal

2012-02-12T09:28:00.003-06:00

I'm a bit lukewarm about St.Valentine's Day. Not that I'm opposed to devoting a day to celebrate love and all that; it's just too commercialized for me, I guess. And now that my nest is empty, I have no motivation to go to much trouble baking for the day, either. Cole prefers M&Ms over cookies or cupcakes at this stage.

Then I read my friend Janet's blog, From Captain's Daughter to Army Mom (she's on the sidebar to the right; you should check it out!) and see the gorgeous cookies she seems to so effortlessly produce, and have to think twice about not baking anything. Plus, I just love looking at her kitchen, her unabashed pride in her collection of display plates and bell jars, among other things...so cool!

I'm going to give Royal icing a try. I don't know why I have never attempted it before; maybe I felt it was too intimidating...? Janet gives clear directions and proportions, so I'm off to purchase some meringue powder.

It's a sweet deal, having made friends with someone who knows so much more than I about making some of these beautiful things, and who is so willing to share that knowledge. Thanks, Janet!

Get It Together

2012-02-11T08:19:00.002-06:00

While playing in the Black Hole called Pinterest, I stumbled across these outfit ideas put together by a site called polyvore.com. I wear scrubs every day to work, so when I get a chance to wear something else, I pay more attention to getting it together, and have grown bored with combining the same old things in the same old way. Another fabulous feature is being able to purchase any item you might not think you will be able to live without...*wink*

While I do not subscribe to every item in the sets, nor am I doing any shopping, there are basic pieces I have that I can see in a different light. For example, most of the ideas show cowboy boots, and while I do not have boots like the ones shown, I do have a couple pair that give the same look under a pair of jeans. I have a drawer full of white tees, an entire section of my closet devoted to white shirts, a couple awesome belts, and jeans that fit well. I have several different washed denim jackets, as well as some great silver jewelry. You can see why I was attracted to this particular style suggestion. Basic, comfortable, but cohesive and smart-looking; I love that. Combining different colors of denim is not something I'd ever dared before, but I love this, too.

I'm sure anyone bothering to check out my pins will wonder what someone my age is doing, looking at clothing that is clearly too young for me. I can see pieces I have in place of what is shown, giving them a more "grown-up" vibe without being stuffy looking. Looking youthful is a whole different concept than dressing young. I don't feel old; why should I dress old?

So, while I am not looking at those specific items featured in these vignettes, I do embrace the ideas of how to combine what I own into a fresh look. It makes me remember how much I love clothes, something I had pushed out of my mind for a while as I recovered from the trauma of being told I didn't know what I was doing out there in the retail world. Pffshhht!

My clothes are not the only thing I'm getting together these days~!

Pin It

2012-02-09T21:01:00.002-06:00

l have avoided it. I have ignored it. I have pretended I knew nothing of its existence. And now, I have fallen, head first, into the Black Hole called Pinterest.

Just what I need; another time-sucking place to store all sorts of ideas, wish lists, and preferences, in the absolute hope that at some point in my life I'll actually put some of it to use.

One interesting point, I have to admit, is finding that I share much the same taste as my friends, in what I wear, what I like to eat, and what I'd love to have my house look like. I'll admit; it's a great place to share ideas and suggestions, many of which I may not have ever found out about had it not been for this forum.

Now if I could just find an additional, oh I don't know... say,5 hours per day, to devote to this latest obsession, I'd still have plenty of the day left to actually do something constructive...

The Hangover

2012-02-07T22:50:00.000-06:00

I officially have a stress hangover. I've suffered through regular hangovers, when I was much younger and not quite as wise. I've also experienced the misery of a migraine hangover, once the pain, nausea, and light sensitivity finally wore off. This is a completely different kind of experience.

Taxes, the FAFSA x 2, daily issues, and other pressing issues not suitable to discuss in this forum have caused a lot of sleepless nights and raw emotions. Having our taxes done and looking good, knowing we'll easily get those FAFSAs done well before the deadline, and coming to terms with those "other" factors as out of our control, has eased the stress level immensely.

Unfortunately, this hangover has left me doing uncharacteristic things; namely, falling headfirst into a bag of kettle-cooked potato chips, not being able to focus enough after a day of work to get to Curves, and feeling like I'm walking through mud all day. It makes for an exhausting day.

The best news is, this should be short-lived, as long as I just give myself time to recover...and throw away what is left of those potato chips...

I Got Nuthin'...

2012-02-03T07:34:00.000-06:00

I serve on our local Chamber of Commerce Board of Directors. Each of us chairs one event every year. My event is, and has been, the Annual Banquet. Along with being the chairperson, I get to be the MC. This year, unfortunately, I find myself at a complete loss for words.

It isn't that I need to say a lot. Introductions, a short invocation, maybe a funny story to share. So far, I have nothing. Yes, even in my normal, anal, "got to have it done and organized ahead of time" state, I have absolutely no idea what I can offer. And I thought finding something to wear would be my biggest challenge.

I can wing just about anything as long as I have the basic idea already in my head. Now I'm thinking that perhaps asking everyone just to bow their heads and offer thanks in their own fashion sounds like the ideal invocation. Now that's sad. Don't get me wrong, I have a pretty good relationship with God, in spite of being what I term a casual Catholic. I'm just not one to do the whole "praise Jesus" version of a public prayer. I just prefer to keep my prayers private.

As you can tell from most of my blogs, when I'm not wallowing in my latest neurotic crisis anyway, I love to make people laugh, giggle, chuckle, and groan over something ridiculous or funny. I do not want to take up a lot of time on stage; quite the contrary. I'd like to get up there, do my duty, and get back to my table, letting the rest of the evening take care of itself. For some reason, the only stories or jokes I'm coming up with are not tasteful, appropriate, or reverent enough for a public forum. Go figure. Being irreverent is one of my strong suits...

A friend suggested that I use one of my blogs. A very sweet suggestion, but somehow this rather stuffy event and its guests,, in my opinion, are not going to want to hear about my neurosis, my underwear, or the quirky things my husband says. I wouldn't want to embarrass him, if nothing else.

I still have most of the day to formulate a plan, and most of the time, I work best under pressure. But even for me, this is cutting it just a tad too close for comfort. I spent a couple of hours last night, scouring the Web for inspiration. Nothing worked.

Before I go to work, I'm going to put on my "tan", since my dress is sleeveless. Something will come to me at some point today, and if it doesn't, no worries. We have hired entertainment, so it doesn't have to be me. Although, a few may get in a snicker or two at the site of my arms making a debut in February...

The Word According To Randy

2012-02-02T07:07:00.001-06:00

I live with the Weather Man, remember? You would think he'd get behind the whole myth of Punksutawney Phil and his predictive shadow. This is not the case, it appears.

The morning news has been full of these stories, beginning with the hype of waiting for Phil to emerge, then each reporter's prediction of what he might see, ending with the momentous siting. His verdict? Six more weeks until spring.

The word according to Randy is this: The whole hoopla surrounding the groundhog is wholly unnecessary because, no matter what Phil sees or doesn't see, it's always going to be six weeks until spring. Period.

There you go...just in case you wondered.

Which Is Worse?

2012-01-31T07:11:00.000-06:00

Question of the Day: Which is worse? People who are screwed up, but are completely unaware of it, or those that are screwed up and know it?

There are so many examples of public figures who fall into the first category, mostly celebrities. Case in point: Charlie Sheen, the Kardashians, any of the Real Housewives of (pick your location), any Bachelor/Bachelorette contestant. *Please note: this is my opinion only, based on what I have observed.* They must be totally and blithely in the Land of the La-Las to be putting their lives on display, along with all their dysfunction. Who but someone totally out of touch with their screwed up lives would knowingly expose themselves like that?!

And then, there are those, like me, who are painfully cognizant of what is off-kilter, facing the daily struggle for normalcy, putting on a good face every day. I don't handle stress well. Who am I kidding? I don't handle stress at all. I can't tolerate anything hanging over my head; I must have the answers I need to face and address those matters...now. My perfectionism leaves me feeling inadequate on a regular basis, but I think I'm doing better at letting some of that go, giving myself a break from my own unrealistic expectations...most days, anyway. After all, that need for perfect is what makes me good at my job in the lab, dealing with minute amounts of chemicals for preparations that help make others' lives better. I agonize over every decision to make sure it's the right one, then really beat myself up if it proves wrong. Should I allow myself the privilege of being human and being able to make mistakes? Of course, I should. Do I? Not very often.

I know I'm not alone in this. I have friends who have revealed the same concerns about their lives with me. I even shared this question with Randy the other day, wondering out loud about which is worse. After all, he lives with me and my skewed view of all things me. His response? "I thank God every day for you."

Maybe I'm not as screwed up as I thought...

Lemon Raspberry Cupcakes- Frosting for the Cause | RecipeGirl.com

2012-01-28T14:00:00.000-06:00

My friend and baker extraordinaire, Michael Ann, pointed out that I had not shared the recipe for the last cupcakes I made!

One note: I have made them with, and without, the filling. Randy prefers them without, as does my little "cahcape"-eater, Cole.

Lemon Raspberry Cupcakes- Frosting for the Cause | RecipeGirl.com

Enjoy!

Cupcake Wars (Home Version)

2012-01-27T07:06:00.000-06:00

Friday; the day we all hear widely rejoiced and given thanks for as it leads us into the weekend. It's also our pharmacy student's last day with us in the lab. This can only mean one thing; I need to bring cupcakes. I know her preference is chocolate cake with buttercream frosting. What she's going to get is white cake with raspberry icing.

It isn't that I am ignoring what she likes. Honestly, I forgot about them yesterday, and actually had a full night's sleep. Now it's down to the wire and I'm left with whatever I have ingredients for, and no time to shop for more.

The way I figure it, if those bakers on Cupcake Wars can whip up cupcakes in a half hour, I should be able to knock out a batch in time to take them to work...especially since the frosting is already made and in a piping bag (give me a break, I'm without the trusty assistant they all have), although some of them will go in sans the pink stuff. Some of my co-workers don't care for frosting, and I refuse to waste it, so they'll get a sprinkle of powdered sugar.

I also don't have to worry about what Florian or the other judges have to say. They'll be fresh, pretty, and simple...just the way I like to do them. And, I don't have to come up with some odd concoction with ingredients that should never see the inside of a cupcake.

Thank God, it's Friday; let the baking begin...

If You Don't Want To Hear The Answer, Don't Ask The Question

2012-01-23T20:48:00.001-06:00

Cole is wild about his uncles; he absolutely adores them, to the exclusion of everyone else when they're home.

Both of my young men have significant others in their lives at present. In an effort to prepare our grandson for these new women, I've been trying to teach him their names, even if he's not met or even seen them yet.

He caught on to Ryan's Becky right away, although he still asks about "Bee", whom he had grown to like a lot. It's hard to make him understand when people are no longer in his life. He's so young, and while he may not know why, he will adapt.

So, when I got around to trying to get him comfortable with Uncle Jared having a girlfriend, I seem to have hit a wall. Our conversation was short, and to the point.

"Cole? Can you say 'Ingrid'?"

Big blue eyes didn't even blink before he responded.

"No."

I'm sure he'll love her. I just don't know what he'll call her.

Decrapification

2012-01-21T14:40:00.001-06:00

It's been no secret that I've been on a manic cleaning spree, one that has gone on for months, however unintentionally, in spurts. My usual MO is to start, and finish, each project in as short a period of time as is humanly possible. But, just when I think I'm done with every nook and cranny, I find something I missed. I have coined a term for a complete sort, keep, and pitch: decrapification.

Have you ever had one of those moments when going through some of your things that you've suddenly stopped and wondered, "What the hell was I thinking when I purchased this?!" My latest mini-project ended up being my jewelry; the good, the bad, the ugly. I cannot even tell you what prompted this latest decrapification, more than likely just too much on my mind.

I found the most outrageous pieces of costume crap I had forgotten I had, having worn it when I was in the retail world. I don't tend to dress up my scrubs with matched sets of plastic and elastic, if you can believe that, so all of that been sitting in there, ignored and unworn. It was all in a drawer, mixed in with some well-loved pieces of better value, nicely arranged in (can you believe this?) microwave bacon trays. They are divided and stack neatly, so I had all my pendants and bracelets each in their own slot; my earrings separated in ice trays. My pieces that cannot lie straight and flat were in my jewelry box that Randy gave me for Christmas many, many years ago. It's a miniature Snap-On tool box, and before you laugh, that jewelry box is worth more than all the jewelry I have stored in it!

The long and short of it is this; the junk got pitched, the good silver pieces I no longer wear, and that held no sentimental value, put in a sealed bag to go to the jeweler for appraisal. At today's price for silver, I scored pretty well by selling it. Plus, since I no doubt worked off a good head of steam by clearing that drawer out, it was a double bonus.

Now all the bacon trays are empty and in the donation box; my Silpada pieces all fit in my Snap-On box, and since it's hard to beat the ice trays for my earrings, I kept those.

I wonder what I'll find next...

Things We Just Don't Talk About

2012-01-16T09:44:00.000-06:00

There are some things we just don't talk about, out of fear of being looked down upon, or of being thought of as weak. I want to hit on one of these today, and it's "partner", for lack of a better term.

It's hard to say which manifests first. Is depression a precursor to anxiety? Or does unrelenting anxiety result in depression? Not being a professional, I don't have the answers to that. I do know you can have one without the other, but it's been my experience that the two often go hand in hand.

A panic attack, or anxiety attack, does not always need a reason to surface. A person can be hit out of the blue with one, or it can be triggered by a stressful situation. However it occurs, it's a very scary, physically uncomfortable place in which to be.

I'm opening myself up today in an effort to help anyone out there that may have symptoms that are leading into what can develop into more severe health problems. Look at the list above; is there any doubt how hard any combination of those could be on your heart, your brain, your overall well-being?

I was diagnosed with depression several years ago, and it wasn't until much later that I had my first anxiety attack. Nothing has scared me as much as that did; it just came out of nowhere. Fortunately, I have a practitioner who is a very good listener, and also believes in heading off problems before they get out of hand.

Does it bother me to have to rely on a couple tiny pills to ground me, to make me feel normal? Not on your life, it doesn't. And I know how lucky I was to have hit on the right antidepressant on the first try; many need to try several before finding the one that will work for them. It's been a life-saver. Then, when the anxiety began to play an occasional role, another chemical was added to eradicate those symptoms.

If you see yourself in the above list, find someone you trust and talk about it. Don't suffer through another miserable night with no sleep, and the physical discomfort. Don't hold it all inside and hope it will just go away. I encourage you to take control of your life, and not let it control yours.

Cupcakes Are The Answer To Everything

2012-01-15T07:25:00.001-06:00

I devoted yesterday to shifting the focus from what had been plaguing me to doing something constructive and unselfish. Really, how long can a person spend trying to sort out the serious matters if there isn't some escape to help restore some sanity?

My answer to everything is cupcakes...or bread...well, actually, anything I can pull together and put in the oven works for me. With the boys gone, it makes no sense for me to do large batches of anything. Randy and I don't need the temptation. So, when I need some baking therapy, the smart thing for me to do is give it away. I made the lemon raspberry cupcake, seen above, a recipe developed in honor of breast cancer survivors. My actual cupcakes looked very much like the professional picture, right down to the sugar pearls and swirly paper!

And out the door they went...

To my friend, Susan, who just lost her dad.
To my friend, Kay, a creative genius with a crochet hook and sewing machine, was one of my "pay it forward" participants.
To my friend, Michelle, just because.
To my friend, Karen, home visiting her parents, who also was paying it forward. She and her daughter, Jenna, had a cupcake swap with me, bringing over the most fabulous chocolate peanut butter cupcakes I have ever tasted! The added bonus was Jenna and my daughter, Jennifer, getting to have a short reunion of their own, and a chance to admire each other's babies.
And today, to my friend, Pat, recovering from an extended stay in the hospital, and one of my best "customers".

After packaging and delivering those pretty pink cakes, I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders! The recipients of the cupcakes thought I was doing something nice for each of them, but what they didn't realize is what each of them did for me.

*And yes, I did keep some back for Randy and my little cahcape-lover, Cole!

Hit The Nail On The Head

2012-01-11T07:02:00.001-06:00

Scorpio

October 23 - November 21

Why does being patient have to take so long? quipped one frustrated soul. Could it have been you, Scorpio? Waiting has never been your strong suit, there's no question about it. You will get through today more easily if you concentrate on finding an outlet for your pent-up frustration. A visit to the gym or a vigorous cleaning of the house would help.

I about split when I read my horoscope this morning, and shared it with Randy.
His response?
"Are you the one writing these?!"

I'll be at Curves after work, but for now, I'd better find something to clean...

You Gotta Laugh Your Way Through It

2012-01-10T08:10:00.000-06:00

In keeping with one of my resolutions, I've decided that when things get worrisome, like they are right now, it's better to laugh, healthier to laugh; this keeps the happiness going in our lives. So, when I saw this, I had a good giggle, and passed it on. Somehow, realizing that my face could actually look like that character if I allowed the stress to take over makes it easier to just give it up and hope for the best.

We are finding that one of the hardest things is trusting that another will step up and do the right thing, then waiting for it to happen. And while we wait, we try to make each other laugh, and find solace in what is good in our lives, even if things are being made difficult for us.

I believe this is a better use of my time, instead of focusing on how we are being mistreated. Karma may be a bitch, but that does not mean I have to feel like one. And karma will take care of things, with no help from me.

So, when anything gets you down, find something that will make you laugh. You'll sleep better, feel better, and soon the problem is resolved...one way or another.

Worth The Wait

2012-01-05T07:02:00.001-06:00

And finally he arrived...after almost 30 hours of walking, lying around, and some tears; the baby I was told I'd probably never have! And how was I to know that his delivery would be indicative of how he would grow up; doing everything in his own time, and in his own way? After all of that, I missed having the New Year's baby by 34 minutes, beat out by a scheduled C-section, barely escaping one myself! It's okay though; I got the best gift of all.

Technically, he was my first baby, even though he's my middle child (figure that one out). If I had to make a list, he'd be right at the top as one of my proudest accomplishments.

Happy 23rd birthday to my Ryan!

And Yet Another Call To Come To Earth...

2012-01-04T07:26:00.000-06:00

Scorpio

October 23 - November 21

You may be feeling a bit overwhelmed with the combination of professional and social obligations. If you're doing any entertaining tonight, see if you can drum up some extra help. Cater part of the dinner, if possible, or at the very least hire someone to help with the dishes. It's hard enough to entertain and keep the guests happy. Don't try to be a superhero.

This is the second horoscope in the past few weeks that eludes to my "super powers". It's bordering on ridiculous! But, since I only read this for its entertainment value, I'll take it with a grain of salt and move on, but not before I shared it, so you all could be entertained, as well!

Well? How did I do? Trust me; this is so much more entertaining than a song and dance from me, although I've been told that watching me use my weighted hula hoop is pretty darned funny...

It's Here; Now What Are You Going To Do With It?

2012-01-01T10:02:00.002-06:00

Cheers to the New Year! We are not big partiers, so the new year rang in without any help from us. Oh, we enjoyed a glass of wine with supper, but that was the total of our revelry. We decided to choose comfort over noise and the crowds.

The new year is here, so what are you going to do with it? We started with some changes early, in preparation for what we hope will be a successful year. In reality, we are just hoping we survive some of the challenges we know we already face, thanks to what turned out to be a very bad investment in someone we thought we could trust. Let's get positive, and concentrate on the things that are in our control.

:: No more excuses. I have an effective workout regimen with Curves; goal of 5x/week, no less than 3x/week. One month in; so far, so good. One challenge, again, is the 5K in March. ::

:: A tight, tight budget. ::

:: For both of us, eating healthy. ::

:: Find the joy in every day. We are not allowing anyone to suck any happiness away from us. ::

Pretty boring, huh? Long ago, I realized that it makes no sense to set goals that will likely be unattainable. This short, basic list is something we have already incorporated into our everyday life, along with being honorable, kind, and hard-working people.

So, what are you going to do with it, now that it's here?

Life Can Suck When You're 3

2011-12-31T07:38:00.000-06:00

The Baby Grands came to hang out with us a couple of days ago. The first thing Cole said when he walked in the door was, "Gammy? You got cahcapes?"

Oops! They had all had a steady diet of the sweet stuff, and I'd sent all the remaining cupcakes and cookies back with the boys, as well as most of the contents of the refrigerator.

"Sorry, buddy; the cupcakes are all gone."

"You got cookies?"

"No, sweetheart; they're all gone, too."

"Oh. Where Jared?"

"He and Uncle Ryan had to go back to school."

"Back to cool? *heavy sigh* Okay."

How much disappointment can I dish out at one time?! I can make more cupcakes, but replacing his favorite playmates might be just a bit harder for me to accomplish...

It's A Bird, It's A Plane...

2011-12-30T08:32:00.001-06:00

Ever had a day where nothing worked out the way you had planned? Yesterday was one of those...on steroids.

The left turns actually began the evening before, with the boys abruptly leaving. Ryan had a call from his commander, telling him an appointment that had been cancelled before they came home for Christmas had been rescheduled and had to be completed before the end of the year, as well as paperwork for his tuition assistance, and I don't know what all. He spent an hour on the phone with him, getting his orders for his end-of-year responsibilities. To be fair, I think the commander thought Ryan was back in the Cities, not 3 hours away. So, instead of helping me store the Christmas decor that was piled on a table, they were packing the car to go back to St. Paul, leaving after supper.

So yesterday, I consoled myself with the thought of a sweaty workout after work, then a massage to force all the stress knots out of my back, and an entire evening to, I don't know, put a coat of polish on my toes, a bubble bath, or whatever blew my skirt up. I had a substantial case of self-pity going, having had my time with my sons cut short, plus other pressing issues, and decided some "me" time might soothe that ache. No such luck.

Jennifer works one 2-10 shift a week, to help out. Thursday was her day. Her sitter called her, sick, leaving her with no one to keep the boys.

Supermom to the rescue...

I cancelled my massage, rushed to work early so I could be home by two. By "rushed", I mean with 15 minutes notice, which gave me just enough time to shower and dress. I actually broke one of my cardinal rules and went out in public without any make-up, except some mascara. It's a very scary thing, trust me. Luckily, I work in the back, with a mask on most of the time.

I missed breakfast due to the last-minute nature of the morning, worked through lunch to get my work done so I could leave early. Randy, the Best Grandpa in the World, was there with the Baby Grands until I got home. Cole was more than a little disappointed to find out the all the cahcapes and cookies had gone with his uncles, whose absence also was a great let-down to him.

The boys were picked up to go home around 6, I think. My brain was slightly numb from Monsters, Inc. and Sid, the Science Kid, and chasing the 3 year old out of the kitchen. The baby only cried once, to let me know he was hungry, then was content to sit and bounce until Papa came in and relocated him to his lap. Overall, they were angels and I loved my time with them.

Whatever had come in the mail the past couple of days needed to be taken care of so it could go in today's mail and on 2011, so I was in my office until about 8:30. Knowing I needed to go to the grocery store, and that today is our garbage day, I cleaned out the fridge, dumped the week-old leftovers, and ran a packed dishwasher.

Okay, so I didn't get to Curves, I didn't get my massage, and my toes are still naked...big deal. I got the lab in order, had quality time with my grandbabies, my home office is closed until the new year, the fridge is no longer looking like a science experiment, and Christmas is all over my dining table, ready to be packed away. My massage will be rescheduled and, after my workout today, I will still have 3 days in at Curves this week.

Yesterday reinforced the fact that I can work well under pressure, am flexible enough to go with the flow, and while it wasn't my choice of how it happened, it did take off all that had been weighing heavily on my mind.

Not So Super After All...?

2011-12-29T07:12:00.001-06:00

Scorpio

October 23 - November 21

Once you stop dreaming about having superpowers, you'll feel a lot better. You're not a superhero and you never were. For that matter, no one is. On the other hand, you surely have capacities that you've exploited in the past but now you seem persuaded that they're of no interest. It's time to rethink this issue.

Considering the title of my blog, I find my horoscope for today rather ironic. Remember, it was not I who bestowed the Supermom crown on me. As much as I was flattered by my young son's view of my abilities at the time, I'm the first to admit that I'm far from super, but according to today's prediction, I should revisit those things I do well...? At least I think that's what it means. I've never had any delusions of having super powers.

It's funny that it says I've been persuaded that those abilities are of no interest because that could not be more true. I let one person's opinion and skewed view color how I felt about myself for far too long. Thanks to some unexpected sources in the past few days, however, I've been boosted in ways I never expected, erasing those feelings of inadequacy and self-doubt.

Super powers? Oh, I don't think so! Am I ready to continue working toward being a quality person that others will respect and trust? Absolutely.

Words By Which To Live

2011-12-28T07:54:00.000-06:00

“Don’t ever promise more than you can deliver, but always deliver more than you can promise.”

― Lou Holtz

Lou Holtz is a very smart man, giving us words by which to live.

Is it just me, or are promises not taken or given seriously anymore? Has integrity taken a permanent holiday in today's environment? Why has it become so easy to walk away from the hard things in life, rather than doing the right thing? Please indulge me for this one blog; this is what's keeping both of us from having a decent night's rest.

My father-in-law, not someone with whom I was particularly close and did not wholly respect, did have a saying that stuck with me. He always said, "If your word is no good, you're no better." It's probably the only profound thing that ever came from him, but is true, nevertheless.

Recent events in our lives have brought this into sharp focus, not anything I will share here. Promises made have been nothing but empty words. Not only is the word no good, the name on the dotted line means nothing, as well.

Please think carefully before making promises. Take them seriously. There are those who count on them being carried through.

Counting My Blessings, Not The Packages

2011-12-24T10:30:00.000-06:00

For me, Christmas is not about the gifts, rather the presence. As long as I'm surrounded by the love of my family and friends, there is no need for boxes and bags under the tree.

To all my blog followers, whether family or friends, I wish you a very blessed Christmas.

And thank you, for your presence!

Pay It Forward, Santa

2011-12-22T20:00:00.003-06:00

Can you take another Christmas memory? Gads, can you take another story about underwear?!

When my three youngest brothers (I have a total of six), were in college, I found out that they were "going commando"; not because they enjoyed the freedom so much, but they used their money for college expenses, and underwear was not a high priority. So, every year for Christmas I bought them each a big package of boxers. And, throughout the year, as I thought of it, I'd send some cash. It was never much, but I hoped it helped.

Those brothers are all married, with their own families now. Last year, about this time, I got a call from the middle brother of that trio, telling me that there would be a package coming for my two sons, and that he wanted me to explain the significance of the contents.

The package arrived, and each of them was given their portion of what was inside. As you can guess, there was a three-pack of boxers for each.

Today I went to the mailbox, and inside I found another package addressed to both of my college students, from the same brother. I let them open it, and again, two packages, one for each. This time, however, along with the boxers, were two envelopes, each containing a crisp $20 bill, and a message that read, "Spend this on nothing important...but legal".

It's not that the boys don't have underwear. My brother isn't really doing it for them; he is doing it for me. It's his way of letting me know that he didn't forget what I did for him while he was in college, even if it was just underwear.

He has two boys of his own that are grade-school age. You can bet when they get to college, there will be a package for each under their tree from their cousins...a three-pack of boxers and a $20 bill.

On The Third Day Of Christmas, My True Love Gave To Me...

2011-12-18T23:21:00.000-06:00

Randy has a desk in the house. It has a drop front, and a seat that pulls out with storage under it. He had bought it for my birthday when we first moved into our house, so it's almost 30 years old. I "outgrew" it when I bought my first computer and it wouldn't fit in it. "Desk" might be the wrong term for this piece of furniture that does nothing more than hold up a basket that catches whatever comes out of his pockets at night, and his fisherman Santa. Or so I thought...

I had gone through cupboards and closets yesterday, straightening and rearranging, getting ready for the holidays. Obviously inspired, Randy decided it was time to clean out his desk. What an absolutely amazing collection of flotsam he unearthed!

He keeps his collection of "good" caps in there; ones from which he chooses when we're going somewhere, not to be confused with is "work" caps, which hang in the garage.

He keeps gum in his desk. Cole calls it Papa's candy, and now Randy knows why he seems to go through it so fast. He has help. The gum has been moved to a more secure location.

There was an old iPod, 4 or 5 assorted chargers, cords, ear buds, a discarded cell phone, a small crescent wrench with a blue marker message "Happy birthday Dad" on one side of the handle, and "From Ryan" on the other. There were safety pins, straight pins, paper clips, slips of paper, change, o-rings, lock washers, dried-out pens, pencils, out-dated snow removal lists, his United States Map with each state's quarter, VCR tapes, and miscellaneous wrappers, papers, old parts receipts, birthday cards.

He found a belt he'd worn years ago, one of my old staff pictures from school, as well as an eclectic mix of the kids' school pictures. There were fishing trip pictures...piles of fishing trip pictures. All the way back to when the boys went along, at ages 11 and 14, I believe. There was a button with Jennifer as a cheerleader, little empty boxes, dust bunnies, and several rather large packages of batteries. Santa would be impressed.

There were 6 tubes of different brands of chapstick, a manicure set, two bottles of Visine, loose bandaids, and travel size tubes of hand lotion. He keeps buying this stuff because he can't find it when he needs it. No comment.

Five sets of keys that opened nothing, a back-scratcher, an old pair of work glasses, screws, nuts, bolts, allen wrenches of all sizes, a "Joyce's Foodland" coffee mug, and other minutia rounded out his findings.

He seemed surprised by all that small piece held, and actually said he wished we'd all stop throwing "stuff" in there. It was all his stuff, in his desk... whaat?

I'll give him a lot of credit for cleaning out a lot of junk (he filled the kitchen garbage can), but have to admit, upon inspection just a few minutes ago, there is quite a bit more he could do without in there.

For the record, I closed the front of the desk, content with simply sorting through the catch-all basket (just because I can see what's in there), and walked away.

Yay, me.

Making New "Friends"

2011-12-17T05:52:00.001-06:00

So. We made another trip to St. Paul for another venue night, with Jared performing this time. His ensemble put together a "creative blues" set list; it blew me away. It also had a pretty strong effect on another member of the audience who joined the line-up of college kids at the edge of the stage.

This little African-American man raised his glass of whatever up into the air, and shouted, "Sing that sh*t, boy; sing it!!!", all while getting his little groove on. I hope it's on the video I took, but he was pretty far to stage right, so he may not be.

After the show, while the boys helped load equipment, I turned to look for Randy and found myself face to, um, chest, with the same man. He was somewhat of a cartoonish-looking fella, with a Sammy Davis chin and Mister Magoo glasses. His age was indeterminate, his hair covered by a bulky stocking cap. He didn't have that "creepy" vibe; just seemed like an older guy, mellow from the bourbon and the blues.

His thrust out his hand to me, shaking it, and said, "How you doin' on this byooful evenin'?"'

Good manners prevailed, and I assured him I was just fine.

"Lissnin' to some byooful music tonight?"

Oh yes, I was, and told him my son was the vocalist in the last group.

"Byooful music on a byooful night...and you byooful, too."

Whoa, well thank you very much...? (Did I mention he'd been drinking...?)

"You just keep on havin' a byooful night, and I be seein' you agin real soon." And he strolled away.

And there I go again, picking up random men in bars. What the heck is it that I'm such a magnet for these "interesting" characters?! The kicker of the whole thing is, after the man left, I noticed Randy was standing just a few feet away, and hadn't made a move to help me; he just stood there, laughing.

And probably thinking to himself, "Yep, here she goes again..."

K.I.S.S. Christmas

2011-12-13T07:17:00.000-06:00

As my friend Sarah reminded me, I say this every year; my family believes in the miracle of Christmas...that it all happens by magic. Hopefully, this will be the last year anyone hears it. It's time to keep it simple...

It could be I'm putting way more into the preparations than I need to. It could be that there is much they won't miss or care about if it doesn't get done. I'm about to find out. My days of Clark Griswold-like unrealistic expectations are coming to an end. All it gets me is a bad case of self pity and frustration, all while nothing getting any better.

So, there will be assignments and requests made. If they don't get fulfilled, I'm not picking up the slack. It's taken me this many years to realize that I deserve to enjoy the holidays, too. I won't be solely responsible for everyone else' happiness; they're all going to have to put some effort into having that happen.

This could be the best Christmas ever, or it could end up being a complete disaster. I have faith in my family, however, that they'll come through and will cooperatively pull this holiday off. This is not an unrealistic expectation on my part, nor is it looking for a miracle. I'm not knocking myself out with elaborate baking and decorating. There will be plenty of good stuff around, just not piles of excess we all don't really need.

Relinquishing control and cutting myself some slack is going to be my Christmas gift to me; peace on my earth. My hope is that our new family tradition will be a Keep It Simple Santa Christmas; something we can all look forward to every year.

When Memories Are All You Have Left

2011-12-09T08:21:00.002-06:00

The holidays bring back all kinds of wonderful memories, some of which I've shared already. There are many more, and I cherish them. When family dynamics change, however, memories are all that remain.

My family home had to be sold. My dad has been gone for 21 years. My mom is no longer the same person, thanks to the cruel presence of dementia, and does not really know any of us. My siblings are strewn far and wide; some have remained in touch, others have chosen to endow me with persona non grata. There are no more family gatherings, dysfunctional or not. In spite of my best intentions to remain positive, this makes me sad.

It's not that Christmas was always ideal when we were growing up. As the firstborn, I saw a lot that threw a pall on the joy of the season; how my parents struggled to make sure all of us had a gift under the tree, how one of my siblings made it her mission to find, and then divulge to each of us, all of those gifts, spoiling any kind of surprise, and the rest, well, it just doesn't matter any more.

But, we were always together, sometimes in shifts as time went by and we all married, building our own families, sharing with in-laws. Our kids grew up knowing their cousins; some still have close relationships, but geography has separated many of them as they've grown into adults, gone to college, and some have started families of their own.

I'm so grateful for my own family, and the fact that all my kids will be here for Christmas. With the two Baby Grands to spoil, there will be a lot of chaos and cookies. I do have much to look forward, new traditions to initiate.

In the back of my mind and in the depths of my heart, however, I will always miss my brothers and sisters, whether that sentiment is shared or not.

My Love Affair With Flannel

2011-12-08T04:44:00.000-06:00

Another of my earliest Christmas memories, other than the ugly Christmas trees, was the flannel pajamas my grandmother made for us every year. Opening, and donning, those pajamas was always followed by the annual picture in front of the aforementioned tree. Judging by the decided bend to the right of the pictured tree, I'm guessing it was the one with scoliosis.

I still love the feel of flannel; sheets, pajamas, a few of Randy's shirts. Funny how the touch of that soft fabric can evoke such strong memories, even today. It's more than bringing my Grandma Needham to mind; it's that feeling of security and being cared for that comes back the strongest. That must be from feeling the love that went into making those pajamas that I still carry with me.

In my mind, there is nothing that wards off the cold of an Iowa winter better than a pair of flannel pajamas.

Mother Tiger

2011-12-04T08:17:00.000-06:00

Parents are separated into two categories; the softie and the scary one. It's not about how much each of these parents love their children; it's about who handles what in the child/parent relationship.

The softie is the parent that the kids don't worry about. This is the parent that keeps opinions to self, does not get after the kids for much, does not address the touchy subjects, and for the most part, does not really pay attention. It's not that this parent doesn't care about what's going on; it's more a matter of avoiding all kinds of conflict or confrontation. For example; you won't catch the softie going into any detail about birth control, or the dangers of having a serious physical relationship before the frontal lobe is fully developed. The softie is always good for an extra $20, and is the one who is the secret keeper, as in "please don't tell (scary parent) about this". The softie sleeps well at night.

Now, the scary parent is the one the friends are warned about ahead of time. Scary parent is the one waiting up at night for everyone to come in safely; the keeper of the curfew, the distributor of consequences. This parent has no problem asking the who, what, where, or when, usually followed by the how. It's the frank nature of the scary parent that has the kids wary, but also the reason they try so hard not to disappoint. The scary one is designated as the parent to please, the tiger ready to defend the young against any wrong and is their biggest supporter. This parent is also the one who sets the bar of expectations, always pushing for the best the children can give. While opinionated and unafraid to share said opinions, scary parent is also open-minded and fair. There is no wondering what is on that scary mind.

Randy is the marshmallow of our duo. He's so easy to get along with, doesn't say much, and won't ever be the one to stir the pot. If any of our three need a favor, it's Dad that gets the call. He has no idea about student loans, relationship statuses, or performance schedules, counting on me to let him know what he needs to know. Imagine our kids bringing friends home to meet us for the first time; the comment I can hear is, "You don't have to worry about my Dad, but wait til you meet my Mom..."

Scary parent here, the one who rules with an iron fist. I do have a good relationship with my kids' friends, and the few with which I have reservations have earned my distrust and know it. For the record, it takes a lot to turn me against one of their friends; stealing from us, cheating while dating, being disrespectful to us or them in our home, and lying are a few examples. I'm the one who pushes my progeny to study, to work hard, to improve themselves, to be quality people. In my defense, I don't expect any more from my children than I'm willing to do myself.

I'm the one who asks the hard questions. I try to let them live their own lives, make their own decisions, all while reminding them that I'm still a part of their lives, and if thinking they need to answer to me keeps them on the straight and narrow, so be it. I'm not naive enough to believe that a lot happens that I will never know about. All three will argue this, but I'm not hard to please. I do have expectations and, admittedly, have had to learn to be more accepting when those expectations turn out to be unreasonable or unrealistic.

Recently, we attended a performance at the boys' college, with both having a part in their friend's recital. To our happy surprise, both boys had adorable companions with them. Afterward, Ryan introduced both of us to his new friend, Becky. I'm not sure if he gave her the standard warning ahead of time, but she seemed to take us both in stride, with a smile on her pretty face. Jared, on the other hand, kept his new dating situation away from the scary parent, opting to introduce Ingrid only to Mr. Softie when I wasn't around. He at least had told me he was dating someone when we were up last. I don't feel he deliberately kept her from meeting me; there was a lot going on, with many people all around, but I do think he took advantage of the confusion to not have to expose her to Scary Mom right away (other than "That's my Mom", from a distance) . She may be very shy, and he tends to be protective, so I'd understand that. For the record, I liked what I saw with both boys. I can always tell if there is genuine affection and respect; they both seemed very comfortable with their respective dates.

I won't say anything to Jared about his lack of manners, but he should know by now that I never bite on the first meeting...

Oh, Christmas Tree!!

2011-11-30T08:09:00.002-06:00

As I assembled my pre-lit artificial tree on Sunday, I had so many memories come flooding back about the trees we had over the years as I was growing up. No tall, straight, perfectly-formed trees in my childhood home!

My dad's workplace gave the employees a free tree every Christmas. And every Christmas, my mom would beg him to try to find a nice one. But, without fail, Dad came home with the saddest tree in the pile.

Even as a child, I understood the motivation for his choice. It wasn't to drive my mother to the brink of sanity. On some level, I think he deliberately took the one tree that he was certain no one else would buy, sort of like bringing home a stray so it would have a warm place to stay for the holidays.

We always put the tree in the same place in the living room. It wasn't that there was no room anywhere else; it had to go in that corner because the tree could be turned to show its best side forward; the less attractive side would fit snugly in the corner.

There were a few notable trees I still remember. The "Charlie Brown" tree, with its sparsely needled, skinny branches that barely held the few lights we had to put on it. The tree with scoliosis; this one had such a bend to it, there was no way to turn it to hide the curve. The "half tree"; this one only had branches on the front of it. The back looked like it had "bed head"; the branches smashed flat. And, what has been now referred to as the "Griswold" tree; this one was so tall that, instead of cutting off part of the trunk at the bottom so it would fit, he just cut off the top.

In the end, we kids always thought we had the most beautiful tree...until one of the younger ones tried to climb the darned thing to get one of the candy canes, just out of reach. It was many years before we had a tree that didn't, at some point, end up face down on the carpet with a little boy caught under it.

So, every year when I pass any place that sells Christmas trees, I think of my dad, and wonder who is bringing home the ugly trees now that he isn't here to rescue them.

Control Freaks Anonymous: Let's Call This Meeting To Order

2011-11-29T09:02:00.001-06:00

This will come as no surprise to anyone who knows me, but I am a self-confessed control freak. It's made me the "fixer" of the family, probably due to my birth order. Anything goes wrong or someone needs help (whether they know it or not), I'm there. Admittedly, it's not my best, or most attractive, trait and I've done my best to try to temper it. My kids may argue that, but in other avenues of life, I have learned to let go...to a point.

Unfortunately, of late, this control feature of my personality has failed miserably, most notably in my life-long struggle with the scale. Now, at this stage of life, it's not just about my appearance, but my overall health that concerns me, but I would be much happier if I looked and felt good in my wardrobe. You could say that vanity is on the list of unattractive personality traits, right under control and OCD tendencies.

I'm not sure what has made this become such an issue with me. I do know it's kept me from having any pictures taken...okay, I know I tend to avoid the camera as a rule anyway, but now I avoid it like the plague. It's made me avoid many social situations because I don't want to be seen. Period. The thought of running into anyone I've not seen in a while puts me in a panic, and I dread being around anyone in my family. Memories of my brothers coming home from college and declaring "Fat Sister Weekend" come to mind.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not hiding at home or work. I just don't put myself in any situation where I might feel "exposed". Frankly, it's hard to feel comfortable when all I can think of is that my pants are tight, my face is round, and the sleeves of everything I own are strained tight. These extra 20# are weighing much heavier on my mind than even my thighs.

I don't want to do the handful of supplements plus a "healthy" shake option; that's not real life. I just cannot add another obsession to my life like calculating the point value of each morsel I put in my mouth and then the point value of every move I make. Please don't take any of this the wrong way; I know both of these programs to be so successful for many people. I have had success with the points-based program. For whatever reason, it quit working for me...or, more accurately, I quit working for it. I hated spending every waking moment with food on my mind. I have trained myself not to snack between meals, although nights are still a struggle. We both eat sensibly and in moderation. Randy stays thin; I have not.

So much of my energy goes into my job, as well as my "other" job doing the book work for Randy's business, and yes, I like to keep my home clean and neat. At the end of the day, I'm finding I have no motivation to do anything for myself. I think this is where the real problem lies. Not being a morning person does not serve me well, although I do get a lot done in the comfort of my pajamas at home. Getting into workout clothes and going out is not on my early agenda; I don't want to see anyone, any more than I want to be seen by anyone, in the morning.

My walking regimen went by the wayside during Thanksgiving week and all the added preparations, ending with me getting sick on Turkey Day, after the meal was on the table. I haven't returned to the road, or the treadmill, yet.

We have a Curves here. I'm too embarrassed to face anyone to join. I think this is a result of hearing the comments through my teen years of how I looked "heavy" or how I could have been Miss America without those extra pounds weighing me down (not that I had any delusions regarding Miss America; it simply was not on my radar) . I know that no one puts that amount of thought into what I look like, but always feel like it has to be running through their minds about how I've let myself go. That's sure not giving anyone any credit, is it? I shouldn't project the dissatisfaction in myself onto anyone else.

I've decided I can't go on, feeling this miserable. If I don't do something about it, who will? I'm not talking runway thin; I just want my existing clothing to fit comfortably and to feel better overall. It's time to channel my
control freakiness, my natural stubbornness, and find my cheekbones again.

Whatever Works...

2011-11-27T08:11:00.000-06:00

This weekend has me thinking about some of the traditions I've observed other families having over the Thanksgiving holiday, and into Christmas. While we have our share of things we do without fail every year, most of our traditions carry on throughout the year, mostly to do with food. For example:

My cinnamon rolls are legendary...or so I'm told. The boys' friends have been known to notify me that they'll be home for a weekend, and ask if I'm baking...or in some cases, will tell me they need them! And my own kids will chose them over anything else I offer to make for them.

There is some history to my recipe. The caramel is from one of my mother's friends, a wonderful lady who died very suddenly and unexpectedly several years ago. I never make it that I don't remember Jo. The roll recipe is my own variation of a cinnamon bread recipe from my friend, Rose. I tweaked it to serve my own purpose, but still have the original recipe tucked safely in my box.

So, if anyone ever wants my recipe, it just won't happen, but it's not that I don't want to give it out. How can I give out a recipe that calls for a scoop of this, a spoonful of that? Like my french bread, the ingredients and their quantities are in my head, and I just throw them all together in the bread machine to mix, then I can get my hands on it. The same with the cinnamon rolls... It's almost like I need to hold a mini seminar to show anyone how it's done, to explain what to watch for, and how to adjust so it turns out right.

These two "specialties" of mine disprove the mindset that baking is like chemistry; the quantities must be exact to work right. I'm not a believer in that theory when it comes to bread; there are too many other factors to consider when putting together a dough, too many variables for which to watch. Cakes are a different story; those proportions must be right to yield a perfect product.

The scent of these gooey warm pinwheels of cinnamon and dough are more effective than the loudest alarm clock; add a fresh pot of coffee in the mix and the bedroom doors pop open.

Plus, they are a very effective bargaining chip when it's time to put up the tree and haul out all the boxes of decorations...another tradition on the weekend after Thanksgiving...!

It's the Season of Giving (Away)!

2011-11-25T15:21:00.000-06:00

I promise you won't need your pepper spray or a black belt to shop with Vicky this holiday season. She has some beautiful holiday items that would get even the most hardened Scrooge in the mood for the upcoming season!

My reference of her products is not without an agenda this time. She has named me as her inspiration for her newest garland!

She is sponsoring another giveaway, with 2 winners! Please take a few minutes to check our her blog, and the new products she's produced, including the "Nancy Girl" garland! It's easy; just click on the link I've provided.

Happy shopping!

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Count Your Blessings...

2011-11-23T22:40:00.001-06:00

I want to introduce you to a new friend, Heather. I'm including a link to her blog so you can follow her journey. I hope you all will take the time to read her story of love and hope; it's truly inspirational!

And after you've read Heather's story, take a moment, look around, and be thankful for all you have, just like she does every day!

http://www.mesothelioma.com/blog/authors/heather/

Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!

All Grown Up

2011-11-22T07:21:00.003-06:00

Photo courtesy of Daniel Brakke

Oprah calls them "Aha!" moments. Others might refer to them as a slap in the face, a kick in the pants, or a big dose of reality. Whatever the term, you get my meaning. I had a major epiphany last night while watching my older son perform his junior recital.

Suddenly, looking at him, I no longer saw my little boy. In his place stood a man; a dedicated, talented, composed adult. What a leap from that sad long-haired eighth-grader pounding out "Smoke On The Water" on his first bass; a small black Rogue, still hanging on the wall in his bedroom at home. He worked all summer to buy that bass, taught himself how to play, and lucky for him, had a high school band instructor who saw something in him when he auditioned for Jazz Band just a few months later. She fostered his love for music; encouraged him, challenged him, supported him. She'd have been so proud of him last night.

I don't know that I'm sad he's no longer a child; there are many emotions swirling together, making it hard to define exactly what I'm feeling about this wonderful creature I had a hand in creating. It's one of those times when it's okay to have that pressure-y "I don't know if I want to cry" sensation building up in my chest. It must be that love and pride swelling up in there.

The timing of this recital couldn't have been just chance, this week of Thanksgiving, for there has never been a time that I've been more thankful to be a parent, lump in my throat and all...

The Time Has Come

2011-11-19T08:44:00.001-06:00

I am proud to have Old Glory, as well as the Army flag, flying from the pole in our front yard. What we have found in the past few years, however, is that winter is not a good time to be displaying our patriotism. High winds, ice, and snow shred the flags, and have even been responsible for bringing the entire pole down, breaking it to it's current height.

So, this year the flags are coming down until spring. I wanted to leave them up through Veterans' Day, and am admittedly having a very hard time bringing them in. Today's dreary skies and wind velocity remind me that it needs to be done...soon.

The flags will be dropped and folded away today, and evergreen roping with lights strung on the front deck rail, even though I had decided at one point not to put anything out that will eventually be buried under several feet of snow...again. But, the simple decoration can remain through the winter, or at least until after the New Year.

It won't be long before we're at this point again, but the hope is that Mother Nature shows us her gentler side, at least a little while longer!

Another One Bites The Dust...

2011-11-18T07:40:00.000-06:00

I'm turning another page in my book of life, and beginning a new chapter. I'm grateful for every new year I greet. Happy birthday to me!

Never one who put a lot of emphasis on parties, gifts, or undue attention on this one day of the year, I had always wanted to hide out to avoid the fal-de-rol. Oh sure, it's nice to be remembered, but that's enough.

It no longer matters that I never felt smart enough, thin enough, talented enough, or worthy of anything good that ever happened to me. The 70's were a miserable time to grow up. I'd like to think I've been able to put all of that behind me, realizing that the pressure to attain perfection was placed on me by...me. What a waste of time!

I'm not saying I've finally grown up, because I still have that mindset of feeling so much younger than I actually show on my driver's license. I never want to lose that! I have come to terms with the fact that I'm pretty much okay, just the way I am, and it doesn't matter if anyone agrees with me or not.

The best gifts I've received in my life are my children; those three wonderful creatures that have enriched my life more than I can ever express. My husband, that sweet ever-tolerant man with whom I've spent my life since I was 17; I must have done something right in my life to have deserved him...and the fact that he makes the coffee every morning!

I'm feeling like a very lucky old broad this morning...

The Pursuit of Happiness

2011-11-14T07:34:00.002-06:00

It takes so very little to make me happy. It's a short list, maybe silly and without meaning to many, and probably does little more than outline that I'm neurotic and borderline OCD, but here goes, in no particular order:

1. A place for everything, and everything in its place (clean, of course).
2. Things that coordinate, match, "go with", or belong together
3. My talented, hardworking kids, and my two Baby Grands; and feeling appreciated by them.
4. Randy, and his never-ending tolerance of all things "me"
5. My late-in-life career
6. Cupcakes (making them, not eating them!)
7. My not-so-up-to-date, but functional kitchen
8. Holiday Peppermint coffee
9. My well-ordered wardrobe
10. Win or lose, Hawkeye football

In reflection, I am fortunate to have many things that make me happy; simple things. Life should be kept simple, don't you think?

What makes you happy?

Panty Sale

2011-11-13T10:16:00.001-06:00

Let me lay the groundwork for this; bear with me.

The boys were home last weekend and I didn't want anything to distract me from having them here, so I ignored the laundry. After all, I can do it anytime; the boys were only home for a couple of days. As a rule, the laundry is regularly dealt with; this weekend and into the first part of the work week had enough distractions and interference, it just didn't happen.

So, by Tuesday the hamper was overflowing, and Randy gently commented on it. I responded that I was not too concerned with it since, after the last time I let the laundry go, I found I have enough scrubs (and undies) to last at least 3 1/2 weeks before I'd reach critical mass and have no choice but to do it. He simply sighed and replied that he was going to have to buy more underwear.

Now, I had no intention of leaving it undone for 3 1/2 weeks, and he had clean unmentionables the next day.

Yesterday, we took the entire day off to drive to the Twin Cities with the express purpose of shopping, visiting the boys, and attending the formal concert of the 451st Army Band. I had a birthday certificate to use at Eddie Bauer, so our first stop was the Burnsville Centre. My plan was not to abuse my husband's good nature, and promised to make it a quick stop and shop.

Entering the mall, the first order of business was finding the restrooms. In the process of that, Randy spotted Victoria's Secret, and pointed out the big "7 for $23" sign, and asked if I was sure I didn't need anything there, even though he had no idea what the sale was for. Never one to pass up a bargain, I coaxed him toward the store after the potty break, thinking he'd park himself on a bench and wait. Oh no, he marched right inside with me!

One look at all the women milling around, rifling through bins of panties, and he was gone. Finding my purchases took a fraction of the time I ended up spending on line, waiting to check out, so I wasn't too surprised to find him sauntering back in the store, stopping one of the sales associates to ask if she'd seen his wife; you know, like I was on a first name basis with the entire staff....jeesh.

Off to Eddie Bauer, where we found a storewide 25% off, even sale items. I found a pretty something on which to apply my gift certificate; Randy found two flannel shirts, two waffle tees, and a sweatshirt. I know, right?! The man can shop! That reminded me about his comment about needing more underwear, so I asked if he wanted to look at what they had. Nope, he was confident he had more than enough... now that I'd started doing laundry again.

Believe it or not, we are really not obsessed with our underwear, and I really do keep the laundry done. Honestly, I don't think he cared if I bought anything from Victoria, but he acted like he got a big charge out of walking through that mall, swinging that pretty red bag, like he knew all her secrets...

Do Unto Others

2011-11-07T07:55:00.001-06:00

Interesting how changing my attitude has made so many things easier to deal with. I've bored everyone with my opinion on gossip, as well as how I feel about those who are all about placing blame instead of taking responsibility, the ultimate victims. For the first time in my life, I'm confident in myself, what I'm worth, and what I deserve. I also realize I'm the only one who can make things happen for myself, so if I'm discontent, it's up to me to change. Would you look at that?! I think I'm finally growing up!

Recently, I was the target of someone's unhappiness, insecurity, and anger. Even though I was not part of what made her so outraged, she lashed out, giving me the brunt of her upset. Not long ago, this would have devastated me, making me second-guess what I had done wrong, instead of keeping it all in perspective, like now, confident in the fact that this is her issue, not mine. This is a true revelation since my tenderhearted nature tends to make me take on too much of others' misery. No more; I will not be anyone's punching bag.

She did me a favor, actually, when she lied to me about two people whom I know care for me, that I consider my good friends. It made it easy for me to wash my hands of her and cut her out of my life, especially since we were only casual acquaintances, not confidants. I realize that she only did it to make me feel as miserable as she, but the only thing she accomplished was losing me as any kind of friend. Her loss as I see it; she made her opinion of me clear when she tried to turn me against those two special people. I won't be manipulated that way.

I no longer make time for anyone who sucks the happiness out of my life, those people with toxic personalities. I have no tolerance for those who make themselves out as victims, those who are always being "done wrong" by everyone else. My patience for any kind of confrontation or drama is spent. I simply won't be a part of anyone who can't be kind, honest, and loyal as a friend because that's how I treat my friends. All I want is to be graced with the same respect I give.

There will be no answer if she calls, no response to any texts, no Facebook messages. I'm going to simply fade quietly into the background, without any fuss, muss, or further complication.

Happy Birthday To My First Baby Grand

2011-11-05T08:39:00.002-05:00

My beautiful Cole has a birthday today. I thought time flew with my own growing up, but these past three years have been a virtual blur with him. Who would have thought being a grammy would be so much fun?!

So, we'll celebrate with "cahcapes", he'll unwrap his "dump cruck" and other gifts, and bask in everyone's adoration and attention, especially from his uncles and Papa, whom he worships. He'll tolerate us singing to him, possibly glaring at me with a "NO, Gammy!", expecting me to make everyone stop.

And, when the party is over, he'll be fragrant from his bath, warm in is fleece jammies, want a lap and a book, saying, "Read me, Mommy (or Gammy, or Papa...whomever is there)." The perfect end to a perfect day...

Never Give Up...Even If It Is Just Cupcakes

2011-11-04T08:26:00.000-05:00

It's a Cupcake Friday...and Saturday, for that matter. Cupcakes made for today are for a birthday at work and a farewell to a fantastic pharmacy student. Cupcakes for tomorrow are for my Cole's third birthday.

The last cupcakes I made were destined to be the absolute last I'd ever make. Epic fail. My go-to fudge frosting that has never let me down, frankly, let me down. Instead of a lovely swirl of chocolate goodness, it was a shiny coat of a ganache-like substance. Okay, I could roll with that, pretending I "meant" to have the glossy finish.

With no time or back-up ingredients, they had to go out like that. I should have left well enough alone. What I couldn't reconcile within myself was the fact that the autumn M&Ms I used to "decorate" them decided to weep and run, all over the tops of the cupcakes after I'd delivered them. They were gross.

It was Halloween, however, so the recipients thought I'd done it on purpose and there were no complaints. I, on the other hand, never got over them.

So, the batch I reluctantly made for today is going sans any embellishment; the chocolate topped with an actual ganache, not a failed icing, and those with the requested buttercream are piped perfectly. My policy of simplicity is going to be carved in stone, from here on out.

Oh yeah, baby; I'm back!

Shameless Promotion

2011-11-03T05:21:00.000-05:00

Taste in music varies so much in everyone. My preferences have become to much more eclectic since my sons entered college. Thanks to them, I've had my horizons broadened, learning to appreciate much more than my standard rock/pop/country, finding that it's not always about having something with which to sing along.

Ryan is majoring in bass performance and has been fortunate enough to play with some amazing groups. I'm including a link to some tracks this group recorded, with Ryan on bass. Even if you aren't a fan of the genre, I hope you'll take a few minutes to listen.

http://soundcloud.com/channelthelotus

And Fun Was Had By...Most

2011-10-30T18:02:00.003-05:00

As you can see, I have one Halloween fan,

and one...not so much. I have faith he'll come around. :)

Cole opted for his John Deere in lieu of a firetruck; Karson just thinks the whole day is a waste of time.

And, rather than frighten my grandchildren, as well as the neighborhood, my costume has stayed in the closet and my broom is hung up until next year.

One last broom comment: "Do you think you should get a tarp to throw over that to keep the dust off over the winter?" I think not. You never know when I might need to take a quick trip around town...

Bwaahahahahaaaa!

2011-10-30T13:44:00.000-05:00

How lovely to have two of my favorite people in the world think of me with this. You can only imagine how I laughed when I read it, for they know me only too well! Thanks to Greg and Jay; Happy Halloween!

Friends

2011-10-28T01:21:00.003-05:00

Friends fall in several categories. Maybe "categories" isn't an accurate term; perhaps it's more about the levels of commitment in relationships.

Everyone has "fair weather friends", an antiquated but still-used term; those whose presence is only felt when they can enjoy the fruits of another's labor or partake in a celebration. But, when tragedy or sadness surfaces, they vaporize...like Dracula at dawn.

Some are only part of your life when they need or want something from you. These are the "strings attached" friends that make you cringe when they're on the other end of a call, making it hard to be happy to hear from them, knowing it will be a favor, or solicitation, that is connected to a thinly veiled invitation to "catch up".

I hesitate to call the next group friends when acquaintances would describe them better. That's probably a more flattering term than they deserve, by the way. These people are the gossip mongers; the ones, who by virtue of any shred of a connection, will use that to declare that what they claim to know, or have made up, about a person is the God's truth. I have separated myself from anyone who falls in this category.

I have a group of distant friends, with whom I have daily contact through email, Facebook, and a group thread. In the past few days, I have been lonely for their physical company; craving a glass of wine with Anne, Vicky's laugh, the Kates and their NYC charm and worldliness, Tricia's wicked sense of humor, as well as the collective wisdom of these remarkable women. We are spread far and wide, with several others also in our corner of the world. We managed, those that were able, to gather last summer for a long weekend in Orlando. My wish is for everyone to have a group of friends this special.

Childhood friends, those with whom we grew up with as neighbors or attended school, hold special places in our hearts. For a few of us lucky souls, some of those friends are still a part of our lives. While we may not live close by, when we find each other, we are able to pick right back up where we left off. Growing up together creates a sense of family, a feeling of permanence. There is nothing like surviving adolescence with someone to make a relationship hold firm.

Jobs change; friends change. It's incredibly hard to come into a new position where a group already has a history, traditions, a certain closeness that forms when they spend 8 hours a day together. They know each other's secrets and all the inside jokes. Change is hard and not always welcome.

Friendships evolve. Friends move away and lose touch. Friends get caught up with lifestyle/job changes and new friendships are formed in place of the old. Friends die.

This may offend a reader or two, and it's not meant to. The truth is, right now, I have no one I feel like I can just call to go "do something". Reaching out is terrifying, as is the fear of rejection. I have a lot of friends with whom I spend professional time, many with whom I have casual relationships in passing, and those I know from organized groups. I feel I have gained something special from each of those, but can't say I have a "best friend" anymore, someone with whom to just hang out, or invite over "just because". My fault really, for being so tied up with work and my family, that I've fallen off the social radar.

In spite of that, I do value those friends I have, old and new, near and far. This phase of life will soon morph into the next, and somewhere out there, I'll discover, or rediscover, that best friend I've been missing.

I Can Take A Hint

2011-10-25T08:20:00.001-05:00

This cartoon epitomizes how I view myself right now. Apparently, I'm not too far off in my self-image...

Before I share this, keep in mind that my husband is the kindest man in the world. I also made him promise, before we got married, to tell me if I ever let myself go, and in turn, I would take it without being angry or pouty.

I've bored you already with my struggle with accepting my "new" body, thanks to the natural progression of aging, plus the result of those months at home, hiding from the world. I wouldn't say I've given up, rather have come to terms with the fact that there is only so much I can do, and in the process, have not been too vigilant.

We bought groceries on Sunday, our usual weekend chore. While there, Randy grabbed two bags of assorted treats for Beggars' Night. When we got home, I put the contents of those bags into the big bowl I have for that purpose, and set it on top of the computer cabinet.

Now, I will admit to helping myself to a Tootsie Roll. Okay, it was two Tootsie Rolls; but, after that, I've left the candy alone.

Last night, Randy came in from work and the first thing he asked me was whether I'd missed the candy bowl. Obviously, since I hadn't been raiding it, I had not noticed its absence from the top of the cabinet. He told me he hid it so he would stay out of it. Thinking nothing of it, I shrugged it off, and let it go.

Later that evening, while searching for a pen, I had to open the cabinet that houses the desktop computer; the one Randy uses all the time. Imagine my surprise when I found the big orange bowl sitting there, right next to the monitor. I don't know about all of you, but I found it strange that he'd "hide" something from himself in a place where he'd surely be the only one who would see it.

I don't need a 2x4 to get the real reason for him hiding the chocolate. While he would never hurt my feelings by telling me I was the one who did not need to be dipping into the Halloween candy, the point he made by moving the bowl out of harm's way was apparent.

As promised, I'm not angry with him, rather more than a little embarrassed that I have convinced myself that it's acceptable for me to settle for the way I look right now. I already don't like the way I look or feel, and now I have my husband not liking the person I've become, even though he won't come right out and say it...and he's right to feel that way.

This is a wake-up call for me, not just because of my appearance, but more so my overall health that needs some discipline and attention.

Time to get off the couch before I end up actually looking like my cartoon counterpart...

The Lost Is Found...

2011-10-23T08:37:00.001-05:00

We have one debit card for our business account. The bank offered us each our own card, but the potential to have that account in shambles because "someone" wouldn't remember to give me the receipts so I could keep it balanced was too much a possibility.

Yesterday validated my concerns.

So far, having Randy get the card from me when necessary works. He always returns it, with the receipts for whatever he purchased. The account stays balanced. We are both happy, especially me.

But, after returning from putting gas in three vehicles yesterday, he tucked the card and the receipts in the pocket of his t-shirt, then proceeded to crawl under the house to close vents, check the air exchanger, store the aforementioned vehicles, and it wasn't until he was tossing his work clothes into the washer that he realized the debit card was no longer in the t-shirt pocket.

Panic ensued. Prayers to St. Anthony offered up.

He retraced every step he took all afternoon, following the gas purchases, although he did drive back out to MaxYield "just in case". He crawled back under the house (ewww), searched through all the vehicles, examined the skidloader he'd been running and the surrounding area, walked the entire area of the shop...no luck.

We had an engagement that evening, so the search was put on hold. Actually, I had it in my head that, somehow, the card was in the washer. All the way over to Algona, he wracked his brain over where else it could have fallen out. All the way back from Algona, he obsessed over how it could have fallen out of that pocket without his noticing it.

Upon returning home, the first thing he did was go through the contents of the washer, without results. I got on the computer and checked that there was no activity, other than his gas purchases, on that account. We decided to sleep on it, and call the bank in the morning.

He went back to our bedroom to change for bed while I closed the house down for the night. I looked up to find him, standing there in his underwear, with the debit card in his hand.

He had found it on the floor in our room...where he had taken off his work clothes before bringing them out to wash, where he had dressed for the evening after his shower. Right there, on the floor, in plain sight on his side of the closet.

From now on, he's promised to put the card inside his wallet...with the receipts, of course.

Fairiesforyou.com

2011-10-20T08:37:00.000-05:00

When I was a school employee and my kids were still home, the laundry couldn't be left to do just whenever I had time. Saturdays used to be "the" day, with sorted piles overflowing on my kitchen floor. Many whom have visited here have said they'd never have their laundry in their kitchen, out where everyone can see it. I find it keeps me on task, knowing I can't just let it sit. Once I get going on it, I finish it.

The past two weeks have left me hampered, no pun intended, and certain chores had to be neglected until I was actually able to perform them. The laundry was one of those jobs.

I have found that I can easily go well past the 2 week mark and still have clean scrubs, underwear, and socks to wear. Not only do I still have clean work clothes, I have a selection from which to choose. Embarrassed over the extent of my daily wardrobe? No way.

My washing/drying/folding vacation is about to come to an end after this morning. While I could comfortably finish out the week, and go into next week before I ran out of scrubs to wear, my husband is digging for clean underwear and socks. He washes his own work clothes, but leaves the whites to me.

He commented a few minutes ago about the disparity between the amount of each of our unmentionables in the drawers, stating, "You must have a lot more underwear in there than I do." (Silly man; of course I do!) He's had to tap into his overstock of new socks and shorts he keeps in the closet for when he "needs" them...like now. Usually he won't get into that stash unless he throws a holey pair out first.

I figure poor planning on his part should not constitute an emergency on mine. Maybe now he'll move those extra items into his dresser, where they belong, instead of hoarding them like they won't ever make any more.

My fondest wish these past few days has been to have a Laundry Fairy; one who would come while I'm at work, would wave her magic wand, and it would all be clean, folded, and put away. She could have coffee with the Cleaning Fairy, the Filing Fairy, and the Grocery Fairy, all while they each waved their wands and all of those things I've neglected would be finished.

Fairiesforyou.com; I wonder if they have a Workout Fairy, too...?

More "Spirit" of the Season

2011-10-19T07:17:00.000-05:00

Since I shared the on-going inside joke regarding Randy and my relationship with the broom, I've had several things sent to me or shared by my friends. It would seem everyone wants a piece of the action this fall!

Come on; get in the spirit! I'm loving it~

Remembering...

2011-10-17T07:43:00.000-05:00

My dad would have been 80 today. It's hard to believe he'll be gone 21 years at the end of the month. I like to think he hasn't missed out on all that's happened since then, rather that he's been watching over all of us, having a few laughs at our expense along the way.

Happy birthday, Dad. I miss you.

Wired For Sound

2011-10-14T08:24:00.001-05:00

As a certified pharmacy technician, I'm well aware of the possible side effects of taking a steroid. Funny thing is, I'm usually one who does not experience any negative repercussions from prescription drugs. Not this time...

My nocturnal patterns had finally settled back into full nights of sleep. Those lovely hormonal shifts that had me wandering the house at all hours had all but disappeared, or I've adjusted to the point of not letting them bother me. The last two nights, however, have added up to approximately 4 hours of sleep, either on the front end of the night, or the last. Last night was one where I slept until about 1:30 when the "buzz" began and my stomach began to burn, the other side effect of which I've been blessed.

Propping myself up in the recliner, after a couple Maalox tablets and a glass of water, put out the fire. The vibrations continued to keep me alert, so I plugged in the laptop, rather than turning on the TV, and did some planning, and ordered some lined jeans for Randy.

The quiet in the house was punctuated by Charlie's snoring and snuffling, and I also found we have an owl nearby...a very vocal owl. It was loud enough, I didn't have to open a window to hear him. What also amazed me was the amount of traffic at that wee hour. Are there that many hormonal women or others on steroids that cannot sleep that they are out cruising in the dead of night?

So, here I am, wide awake in spite of those few hours of questionable rest, facing a full day of work, but with a massage at the end of the day. I've been known to doze a bit on the table, something I hesitate to do because I've been told by my husband I talk in my sleep (although I have yet to be presented with concrete evidence of that activity).

I suppose I could have made good use of the extra "zing", gone on a walk, and watched the sun rise. Frankly, there have been so many skunk sitings (and sprayings), I just didn't feel like risking it, plus I want my neck and shoulder healed before I start pounding the pavement again.

The shower beckons, and I'm dragging my anchor to get there, but no worries; I'm due for another dose of my 'roids...

Whee...!

What A Pain In The...

2011-10-13T08:49:00.000-05:00

**Warning** You know what they say; if mama's not happy...

I'm the first to admit that I'm the worrier in the family; the caretaker, the motivator, the maid, the chef. Most moms are. Sometimes I think I give myself too much credit for what I try to do around here for everyone, especially when I find that when I'm not able to keep up with it all, no one notices. Nor, I've found, does anyone wonder why I'm not at the top of my game.

Perhaps I should learn to whine or do more to illicit some sympathy, perhaps activating my "idon'tgiveashit" more often would be therapeutic. I don't expect anyone to wait on me, or step in to take care of anything around here; it can all wait until I'm up to doing it. It almost appears to me that their thinking is if they ignore it, it will go away...as if having me laid up is a real inconvenience...for them.

I know better than to say too much to Randy because that will trigger a whole monologue of how "when that happened to him", it was so much worse. He's always had it bigger and badder, so there is no point in even bringing it up. I know he's not trying to be unsympathetic, it's more that he doesn't know what to do. Well, he needs to put on his big boy pants and learn.

I have no problem taking care of myself, in fact, I tend to want solitude and quiet when I'm not well. There has been no solitude, or quiet, for that matter. Rather than whimpering about the malady, I address it, and move on. This episode taken its sweet time to resolve, and I'm not a patient person. I want to feel better now. Happily, thanks to my excellent chiropractor, massage therapist, and a Medrol pack from the clinic, I think I've rounded a corner and am looking forward to having a full day without pain....and no longer being one to those close to me.

Who takes care of the mama at your house? If it's like mine, mama takes care of herself, and I'm okay with that.

I am, after all, Supermom...

Can You Deal With A Little "Random"?

2011-10-10T07:24:00.000-05:00

It's hard to remain upbeat and positive when in pain, so I haven't been in the mood to write. My neck and shoulder have been a constant source of discomfort for a week, in spite of chiropractic and massage. Ignoring it and hoping it will just go away isn't working either. Having had this kind of nerve pain only once before, I realize that if I'm going to break the pain cycle, I may have to hit it with some Prednisone, since the handfuls of ibuprofen barely took the edge off, then left me with a fist-sized hole in my stomach lining. Whine, I mean wine, works, but I can't be drinking all day; it wouldn't be good for my job or the remaining 4 nights of volleyball games I've yet to officiate...although it might be entertaining for anyone watching.

Randy and I had plans to spend the day together, if it rained, on Saturday, thinking we'd drive to the Cities, see the boys, and do a little shopping. In keeping with my recent run of luck, it didn't rain, Ryan had drill, and the pain I've been dealing with made traveling unappealing. So, I baked.

I got this recipe for Lemon Crinkles from The Big Green Bowl and my new friend, Michael Ann. As she described, they came out beautifully, tasting like a lemon-scented sugar cookie. They're chock full of wonderful ingredients; butter, fresh lemon juice, and zest. What I found, after letting the flavor develop overnight, is they remind me of my wedding cake 35 years ago, with it's butter cream frosting and lemon filling. What a wonderful memory in a cookie!

My house is not up to my standards on what I'd like to have it to start out the week. The laundry is done, but still in the baskets. Sheets are clean but not on the bed, nor are the towels back in the bathroom. The floors need to be vacuumed, the kitchen mopped. The dishwasher needs to be emptied. If I really apply myself, I could have all of this done before I go to work, but I'm wondering if it's worth being in pain for the rest of the day.

This just might be the day that the pain doesn't flair up; I'm feeling good, so far. I'm keeping my "mind over matter" attitude; after all, I'm too busy to let this keep me down. Besides, it can't last forever.

Can it?

Vicky's Art: Just A Quick Reminder!

2011-10-08T17:48:00.001-05:00

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Taking The Old Girl For A Ride

2011-10-02T16:58:00.001-05:00

I was "allowed" to drive the old '54 Chevy today, but only with proper supervision. It's a four-on-the-floor, but I was instructed not to use first gear to get going because I didn't "need" it. Well, okay. It has a lot of idiosyncrasies that only Randy understands, and I cannot begin to list them all. It's my firmly held opinion that some of the little quirks are all in his head, anyway.

Keeping in mind that it was his idea for me to drive it, he was more nervous than when he went driving with the kids for the first time. I've known how to drive a manual since I was a teenager, thanks to him. Now that I think about it, maybe that's why he was wound so tight...he's already seen me drive.

I listened to him explain how I needed to release the brake, then push it again, how the key is not what starts it, rather a push knob on the floor, that reverse isn't necessary when it will just roll down the drive, and even though there is no indication on the dash, the turn lights do work, but they don't turn off by themselves....and on and on...

We took our trip to the shed, where he needed to be dropped off to get the antiques put back in after his plowing escapade, and I must have passed muster because he let me drive it back home...alone.

Now, ever since he's been home, I've been peppered with questions like "Doesn't it drive nice?", "Doesn't it run good?", "Can't you wait to drive it again?". He's like a proud parent with an honor student with that old thing.

I have to admit, I liked driving it (after I dropped him off). Charlie rides back in the bed, with his head out over the side, catching bugs in his teeth. He tried climbing around the cab to get in with me, but Randy keeps him tethered to avoid any thought he might give to jumping out.

We go out on our "date nights" in the Chev. Who would have guessed that old rusted-out vehicle could be such a source of fun for us? It doesn't leave city limits, mostly due to the absence of seat belts, plus the unpredictability of the mechanical aspects until Randy gets her completely restored.

I only ask that he be very specific when he mentions "taking the old girl for a ride", so everyone understands he's talking about the Chevy, and not me...

No "Starving Artists" In Our Family

2011-10-01T13:05:00.001-05:00

The boys have college accounts with our bank, meaning as long as they are students they pay no fees on their checking accounts, but we parents have to be attached to those accounts. When it comes to transferring funds, or any other transaction online, it can't be beat.

There is, of course, a downside to knowing their account activity. For example, since classes have started, there has been no evidence, in either account, of any grocery shopping, other than an occasional trip by Ryan to the Liquor Vault for beer.

From the laundry list of eating establishments those two have patronized in the last month, they could be making a mint, writing food reviews for the greater St. Paul area. Apparently, their class schedules and musical/academic demands do not allow them time to actually prepare their own meals.

This morning, I shared my dismay over their eating habits with Randy. I can always count on his point of view to throw new perspective on any situation, and this was no exception.

I was on the warpath, ready to call them on the carpet about not having food at the apartment. Randy's take on it went something like this:

He said, "Well, look at it like this; if they aren't buying groceries, there is nothing going to waste. They won't be throwing away anything that's spoiled, or eating anything that might give them botulism."

Botulism?!

That made me laugh, and the boys earned a pass on a "come to Jesus" phone call from me.

I wonder if they know how lucky they are that I have such a finely-tuned sense of humor...?

Come Fly With Me, Come Fly, Come Fly Away...

2011-09-27T07:37:00.001-05:00

I've already professed my love of Fall and Halloween, ad nauseum. Another part of the ritual of the changing weather, shorter days, and pumpkin pie is the beginning of the broom jokes and comments, all directed right at me. Before you're insulted on my behalf, realize that this is all part of the fun of the season. It's Randy's way of being a part of it all.

He started early this year. Before we got some welcome rain, the dust was everywhere and made worse when we mowed. After giving the lawn a manicure, I headed to the back deck with the broom. On my way out the patio doors, he asked, "Taking a ride? Will you be back soon?".

A few days later, Cole had been over and left sand on the deck, so out I went again, with the broom. This time he commented, "You know, it's getting kind of dark. Should you really be going anywhere without a light on that thing?".

And most recently, with leaves littering the deck, sidewalk, and driveway, I took out the big push broom. He never makes "wide load" jokes, knowing they just aren't funny in any context. As I coaxed the crispy pieces off the cement, he paused on his way to the house long enough to say, "If you're going to use that one, try not to frighten the neighbors."

This is simply a preview; there will be many more to come, I have no doubt. His comments are never said with any malice or inference that he really thinks I'm a witch or like a witch...although I do have "those days" when I'm less than sunny (no, really!). He knows how much I enjoy this time of year and has his little fun along with it. I hope our inside joke keeps on for years to come!

Oops...!

2011-09-21T08:26:00.001-05:00

Our DVD player is on the fritz. It's starts out okay, then before long, all the colors on the screen are pink and green. I think we have found the culprit.

As I puzzled over it on Sunday, my little "helper" was by my side. I checked hook-ups, restarted the system, all to no avail. While I dealt with the DVD side of the machine, Cole flipped up the VCR, and exclaimed, "Ook, Gammy; barreries!" Sure enough, there were two AA batteries residing inside the VCR receptacle.

I attempted to extract the first one in the front of the opening, but lost my grip on it, and it fell inside. Under my breath, I muttered, "Damn it; it's gone."

From somewhere behind me, a tiny voice echoed, "it gone...dammit."

Time to clean it up, Gammy.

Solidarity on Planet Cole

2011-09-19T19:16:00.001-05:00

Just look at that face; is he not the proudest big brother you've ever seen?! At 2 1/2, he's pretty wise, knowing when Mommy needs a hand, and how to get what he wants from Gammy.

At his age, it's time for potty training to be introduced, and if you've ever experienced the dirty diaper of a boy that age, you know why. Unfortunately, our darling Cole is not receptive to the idea, even though he can tell us when he pees and poops...right before he goes and gets a clean diaper.

In an effort to help Jennifer while she's home on maternity leave with this less than appealing project and reinforce her efforts, I purchased a potty chair to have at our home. It converts into a step stool for his use at the sink to wash or brush his teeth. The lid comes up, and voila!, it's a potty.

Thinking he might be more enthusiastic if he had the option to use it when he's at our house, I proudly and excitedly picked him up for a hug, and informed him that I now had a potty chair just for him at my house for him to use...woohoo!

He looked at me with those enormous blue eyes, shook his head, and determinedly stated, "No."

Then he gave me a kiss and squirmed for me to put him down.

As he walked away, smelling like a barnyard, he turned to me and said, "Go home, Gammy."

We know who rules on Planet Cole.

If You're Happy And You Know It...

2011-09-19T07:53:00.000-05:00

It's amazing how our lives have settled into such an easy rhythm. And because of that, I'm enjoying my time off on the weekends so much more, even when it's spent just doing mundane tasks around the house. And don't forget about the two little boys who only live a few short blocks from Gammy and Papa and are frequent visitors.

I wouldn't say we are in a rut. No weekend is the same, it seems; there is always something different to do, whether it's a project that's been waiting for just the right time to be completed, or wanting to make a change for the better. Still, I get such a feeling of satisfaction when the laundry is put away and the kitchen floor gleams. We don't venture far; again, our budget is tight with tuition payments having priority.

Knowing I have all the time I need to accomplish whatever needs to be done is so liberating. My weekdays are full, from the time I get up until I finally get to bed, especially this time of year when I officiate volleyball twice a week, after work. To have the down time I need to recharge on the weekends is a necessity, and I'm not taking a moment of that for granted.

I've found that by spending just a little extra time finding menu ideas, and making a grocery list, my whole week is much more manageable. Believe it or not, I used to just go to the store and buy whatever I thought looked good, never having much of a plan. I have made some new blog friends of late who have given me new inspiration for meals, baked goods, and all without asking! Thanks to Carol for the Tuscan Chicken, and to Michael Ann for the Perfect Sugar Cookie; these have helped me so much this week. I always told my family that the hardest part of preparing a meal was coming up with an idea of what to have. It's like these girls get in my head and know just what I want! Not only that, but these recipes are using items that I always have on hand; none of those exotic and unusual ingredients that Martha always insisted upon.

Speaking of which, I no longer get Martha Stewart Living; I may have mentioned that in a previous blog. I just don't need anything else that makes me feel inferior or inadequate. I am happy I don't raise my own chickens for the fresh eggs, that I don't have rooms that need to be dusted on schedule, or a yard that needs a gardening professional to manage. I have simplified, and love it that way.

A year ago at this time, I was still grieving the loss of my youngest child as he left for college. Everyone who had already survived the empty nest assured me I'd adapt and begin to enjoy the peace and freedom. I was such a doubter! While I still miss my boys, I know they are happy and thriving at college, and I can drive up to see them whenever I want. They're good about coming home when they can. And I'm happy to report that my friends were right; I am relishing the simplicity and uncomplicated routine of my days.

So, it's time to greet a new week; going to a job I love every day, earning some extra cash and having fun doing it on the volleyball court, knowing I'm coming home to a clean house and a solid plan for supper all week, with leftovers for lunches. It makes me feel like I'm taking better care of Randy.

Life is good and I'm so grateful for every day!

'Tis The Season, My Favorite Season!

2011-09-13T07:32:00.001-05:00

I have a pile of new cupcake papers, begging for the perfect pumpkin cupcake, thanks to Ella's Cupcake Boutique www.etsy.com . My good friend and amazing crafter, Vicky, sent me her link and I've cleaned Meredith out of her Halloween liners...twice! Don't worry; I checked her link this morning, and she has more in stock, if you're interested.

In my search for that elusive recipe, I've found many, but each of them has something that I don't want to use, from boxed mixes to taste-specific flavorings; one even had a graham cracker crust bottom. I want my cupcake to appeal to everyone, as well as my own personal aesthetic of wanting it from scratch. Not one to back away from a challenge, I have decided to develop my own recipe for the perfect pumpkin cupcake. I already have a wonderful cream cheese frosting recipe! As you can see, I have the ultimate inspiration. Who could resist these adorable liners?

I am sharing some of my cupcake papers with Barb, who is also wild about Fall and Halloween. We decorate the lab for Halloween, and I have Monster Mash as my ringtone...."I was working in the lab, late one night..." She, in turn, is sharing with me some bottle labels she ordered. I'll be posting that project when it's done.We also have our stamps out for some wacky cards; I have my favorite that I like to send to my kids, which I will also post once I've finished it.

Get ready, my friends, for some really fun, and delicious, projects to come!

My Family Just Got Bigger!

2011-09-07T08:05:00.000-05:00

Big brother, Cole, and his new brother, Karson.

I have not dropped off the face of the Earth; my life has just been a tad, shall we say, chaotic. Having a two year old in the house, plus my two college students, has left me no down time to blog...or sleep much, for that matter. There is a pile of bookwork gathering dust in my office, there are Hot Wheels, tractors, and crayons scattered all over the floors, and a mountain of towels, bedding, and rugs in need of laundering. All of this can wait, in deference to what it truly important right now,

Rather than clean, I've spent my mornings with my Baby Grand on my lap, eating peanut butter toast and watching Curious George. He seems very proud and happy about "his" baby, alternating sitting with his mommy and holding his brother. It may be a different story when they get home, but for now, the brief visits to the hospital have kept him from telling me "I wan go home" and "I wan my mommy". With that small, warm, pajama-clad body snuggled with me this morning, it made me wish I could stay home all day with him like that. He has been an angel for us.

So, he's off to his regular sitter for the morning, then the afternoon with his Papa in the shop, "helping". My boys are leaving for the new semester this morning, with classes starting tomorrow. It was a very successful academic summer for both, and they're looking forward to the upcoming year. I'm just so happy they love it up there. Our daughter is recovering well from her c-section delivery, and our newest grandson is thriving. We are feeling very blessed.

There will be plenty of time to set things to right here in my house, and many more blogs to share. For now, it's about my role as the caretaker for my family. And, from the looks of the pictures we took last night, I'm reminded why I avoid the camera. I've neglected myself for too long, and it shows.

Thanks to all who say they missed me; I was gratified and amazed that my absence was noticed. Once things realign in my daily life, the creative juices will begin to flow again and I'll be back often.

We'll Always Love Lucy

2011-08-29T06:37:00.001-05:00

November 24, 2007-August 28, 2011

Our sweet girl is gone. It doesn't seem that long ago when we mourned losing Gracie; who am I kidding? We still mourn her. And now we have to adjust to life without Lucy.

We didn't pick Lucy, she chose us. Thanksgiving morning, 4 years ago, Randy went out for the paper, and found her curled by our front door where she was either left, or simply wandered there. We kept her for a week, after notifying the police in case someone was looking for her. By that time, we were in love, and when no one claimed her, she was ours. She was only about 6 months old.

She was my boys' roommate, welcoming committee, and best girl. There was no one who met Lucy that wasn't immediately charmed by her adorable face, soulful eyes, and gentle personality. Like her "big sister", Gracie, she never thought of herself as a dog. Why should she? She was never treated like anything but a member of the family. She was so smart, understanding everything we said to her. Her eyes could communicate exactly what she was thinking. And, no matter how big she got, she never got over being a lap dog. Ryan affectionately referred to her as the biggest house cat alive. Anyone coming to their apartment was greeted by that shiny wet nose and liquid eyes, peeking through the blinds at the window.

The horror of her death will be carried for a long time in Jared's memory; that makes me sicker than anything, knowing he was traumatized by what happened, helpless to do anything. But, he didn't stay helpless when it came time to make the decisions on how she'd be cared. His last act of love for her was to make sure she was treated with respect.

I'm thankful to the strangers who were there to help my boy with his dog; the woman at the dog park who knew who to call after the accident, and the vet who examined her, then helped Jared with the arrangements, assuring him that she didn't suffer. There are, indeed, angels among us.

My heart aches, my eyes swollen from many tears, and my motherly instinct wants nothing more than to put my arms around my sons to try to ease their pain...nothing but time will do that, however.

They'll be home this weekend, without Lucy, and we'll sit, talk, and remember that wonderful creature who blessed our lives.

Nip/Tuck Your Jeans

2011-08-27T09:43:00.004-05:00

I had 3 pair of jeans that were extra long and needed those sky-high heels in order to be worn. Needless to say, they sat in the drawer, untouched, especially since, with my knees and lower back acting up, I have eliminated those impractical shoes in lieu of more comfortable, yet still awesome, footwear. I never wanted to hem jeans and lose the top-stitched original hem. Necessity being the mother of invention, I came up with a way to lop off those extra inches and preserve the integrity of the jeans. Herein lies my first tutorial:

Let's get started; here is what you will need:

A sewing machine, hopefully with the removable plate; pinking shears, pins, a neutral shade of thread, and of course, the jeans. For my dark wash jeans, navy thread worked; for the lighter ones (seen here), I used gray.

It also helps to have your "Grumpy" cup of coffee nearby; that will ensure that anyone will have second thoughts about interrupting you...

This is not a difficult project, but still one you need to be able to take your time and not rush through.

Measure, measure, and measure...once the excess is cut off, there is no putting it back on! Determine how much you need to shorten, pin up with right sides together 1/2 the length you want removed (i.e. if you want 3" taken off, measure 1 1/2"). Flip the pinned amount to the inside of the jeans, and try them on to make sure you're not taking off too much. I'd suggest leaving about 1/2" longer than you think you need. *Be careful with the pins when you're trying them on.*

Once you have the jeans pinned, you're ready to begin! Using the existing hem as a guide, run your pressure foot along that edge, and carefully stitch around the perimeter of the pant leg, removing the pins as you go.

Cutting about 1/4" away from the stitched seam, trim off the folded part of the jean with a pinking shears. This helps with any fraying. See the trimmed leg below:

Turn the cut edge to the inside of the pant leg. You will have a seam right above the original hem.

Overlap the new seam to meet the top of the original hem. You will be top-stitching right on top of that overlapped edge. Press it flat with your fingers, and very carefully stitch that edge down. Take your time, stitch it slowly.

Be careful to not stretch the fabric as you stitch; let the machine feed it or you'll end up with a "ruffled" hem...and who wants that?

Finished product; do you see the seam?

Inside finished edge; no bulk!


Up close.

I hope this helps. Please note: the pants I hemmed were a straight fit or, in the tutorial pictures, bootcut. I wouldn't recommend doing this with a flared jean; it will ruin the silhouette of the leg.

So, go ahead and give it a try. I guarantee that unless you have people kissing your feet on a regular basis, no one will ever know your jeans were shortened!

TGIF

2011-08-26T07:50:00.000-05:00

Friday. There is a certain "feel" about Friday.

When our kids were in school, there was the anticipation of the band's half-time shows at the ball games/pep band, the end of the school week, the BBQ/dinner fundraisers by various school organizations; there was no end of what fun a Friday could be.

Our Fridays are much quieter than in the past. We tend to sit back, content with our week's work, put our feet up, and tune the game in on the radio. Attending the frenzy of activity at the high school has lost it's appeal now that we have no one involved. The luxury of coming home and not being obligated to appear anywhere is one I feel we've earned. We were fixtures at all music events, never missed a home game, did our share in the concession stands, and were willing chaperones. Out of our kids' collective 12 years in high school, there was only one in which we had two there at the same time; Jared as a freshman, Ryan as a senior. Yes, indeed; we have earned these quiet Fridays.

It's not with a sense of relief that I welcome Friday. I enjoy my job too much to be celebrating the end of another week. Rather, it's more of a satisfactory aura, knowing I've done my best and have been appreciated for it.

Friday has that feeling of freedom; or is it more accurate to say that we can look forward to having the time to do what we wish? Our budget keeps us close to home, but it's also lovely not to feel pressured when things need to be done, to not be panicked over only having a small window of time to complete the most basic of home chores.

So, enjoy your Friday in whatever way that makes it special to you~

Can You Feel It? It's Coming!

2011-08-25T07:54:00.001-05:00

Mornings are cooler, flowers are losing their petals, the grass is starting to brown up; it can only mean one thing...Fall is coming!

My favorite season, this one. I love everything about it; the colors, the smells, the shift in temperature, just the way it makes me feel. Sometimes I wonder if the reason for my penchant for autumn is that I was born in this season. Whatever it is that evokes this adoration, I accept it with open arms. I look forward to wearing my jeans and sweaters/sweatshirts again, watching Iowa football on Saturdays, and baking pumpkin pie.

Along with Fall comes Halloween. I decorate my house for Halloween starting in September sometime and it stays up until it's time for the Christmas decor. I'm no Wicca, but instead, just enjoy the fun of the holiday. No pressure to come up with extravagant gifts, no unrealistic expectations for the perfect holiday...just plain old fun!

In preparation, I have already changed the display picture on my Facebook page; I have several that I will rotate throughout the months.

Many think I'm in my element, Fall and Halloween; that I don't stray far from my natural personality. I let them think what they want...it happens to be true.

I have an awesome witch get-up, right down to the striped tights. How fun would it be for me to don that costume, hop on my bike, and take a cruise through downtown some autumn night when the stores are open later...reminiscent of Miss Gulch? *cackle*

Never one to wish my life away, I'll patiently wait, enjoying each change as it comes, with great anticipation.

When Words Fail, Music Speaks

2011-08-24T16:48:00.000-05:00

Sometimes a song will express what's happening inside so much better than trying to explain why we feel as we do. I promised to remain positive and forward-thinking here on my blog, but there are admittedly days when I'm not feeling it. Today is one of those.

So, rather than be a Debbie Downer, or more appropriately, a Negative Nancy, I'll let this song speak for me. Hopefully it will help drive away those old ghosts that have haunted me the past several days, and left me with all this sadness, insecurity, and feelings of inadequacy.

http://youtu.be/Mb7dyVtdRlg

"We Just Can't Have Nice Things"...

2011-08-23T03:42:00.002-05:00

...Randy will say that as soon as he gets up later this morning and sees what's happened. This is what I get for being so smug about everything being neat, clean, and in its place. I don't know who made Mother Nature so mad but she just tore through like a naughty child, throwing a major temper tantrum. There are branches and leaves everywhere. Our new patio umbrella, which I did not have the foresight to crank down before going to bed, is on our roof. The solar yard light is laying in pieces on the deck. I can only imagine what else has been damaged or destroyed.

When it stormed, our kids used to climb into bed with us. I miss those days! While they didn't particularly like the thunder and lightening, we never had any major freak-outs from them. The Labs took it in stride; Gracie would go hide, Lucy would pace and whimper. And now there is poor Charlie, who, if not kept safely in his kennel, would be peeing all over the place while howling and crying. Rain alone scares Charlie; throw in the thunder and he goes berserk. I'd rather have to deal with scared kids...!

The storm seems to be letting up, but I'm afraid any hope of more sleep is gone...just like the patio umbrella.

It's About Time for Some Attitude of Gratitude...

2011-08-22T01:49:00.000-05:00

After subjecting all of you to my "poor me" posts of late, I figure it's time to cheer the hell up. I have a lot about which to be thrilled.

The best news, in my mind, is that my knee is no longer sore or swollen. After convincing myself that I was doomed for surgery, either to have a Baker's cyst drained/removed, or to have it scoped to repair whatever damage had occurred (there I go, diagnosing again), to have it feel stable is a blessing. While it still is a touch tender, I'll keep the support on for a few more days, just to be sure.

My younger son is accompanying me to see Wicked. I am extremely excited to be able to experience it again, plus to be there when Jared sees and hears it for the first time. It gives me goosebumps!

Ever notice how happy and bright your refrigerator looks when it's freshly stocked with groceries? Mine is positively beaming...

Sheets and quilts dried on the line...enough said.

Randy helped me wash all the windows, inside and out, a chore that has been put off all summer...well, with the notable exception of the day I hooked up the Windex bottle to the hose and blew the spring dust and bugs off from the outside. Let's just say that at least the screens got clean...

I finished my online rules meeting before the deadline, and found out I don't have to take the officials' test if I don't plan to officiate at the regional level or beyond. No thanks; I'll stick with my junior high girls. Volleyball season will be here before I know it.

My continuing ed is also done for the month. You'd think, taking a quiz every month, that my test anxiety would lessen...not happening. It's mostly because I don't want to get any answers wrong (and I usually don't).

There is no way I'm going to bore you with all we did around the house this weekend, but I have to say that I'm so content right now with the way everything looks and feels. We just accomplished so much.

Ryan performs Tuesday evening with one of the bands with whom he plays; early enough that I plan to drive up and come home after I feed my boys. I'll take any opportunity for a "boy fix".

My favorite part of the weekend was our Friday night. We were both just beat, so we hopped into the old Chevy truck, drove to A&W, bought burgers and root beer, then scooped the loop while we ate. The only thing missing was the 8 track player with some Mac Davis to make out with...

I hope everyone had as wonderful a weekend as we, no matter what you did to make it happen. Bring on the new week; I'm ready!

Vibrating With Joy!

2011-08-21T08:31:00.000-05:00

I am positively giddy at the thought of being able to see Wicked again! It's showing in Des Moines from mid-November to early December...Perfect timing!

Tickets will be purchased this weekend; if the boys want to go, we will plan for the matinee on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. If they don't, Randy has reluctantly agreed to go with me for my birthday the weekend before the turkey gets roasted. If it comes to that, I'm thinking I'll try to find a friend or two to go instead; he's not a big fan of musicals.

If you haven't seen it yet, please take the time to go. It's magnificent!

A Little Melancholy

2011-08-20T10:16:00.000-05:00

I'm missing my family today. It might be my youngest sibling turning 40, it might be a combination of being somewhat laid up and having more time to ruminate about things; I'm not sure what's brought it on. This is why I prefer going full-bore through my days; I can put sad or painful things to the back burner...or in the recycle bin, for that matter.

I've made such a concerted effort not to dwell on negative or sensitive issues, to stay upbeat and optimistic. There is something about being forced out of my routine, and dealing with/worrying over unusual pain, that brings these emotions flooding back.

While I do not miss the confrontation and drama brought on in some of our complicated large family gatherings, for the most part, we enjoyed celebrating together, and would come up with all sorts of reasons just to have a party, to be together. Life has interfered with that part of our family dynamic, and even though I expected it to happen eventually, it doesn't stop me from being nostalgic now that it has.

Time to pull up my big girl panties and get on with my day.

My View From The Sofa

2011-08-19T09:10:00.000-05:00

I am a very impatient patient. This knee thing is making me more than a little nuts, taking me out of my game. Here it is, not even 9 a.m. and I'm icing it already. It could be a very long, very uncomfortable day of being on my feet at work.

My chiropractor took away the pain and restored my mobility, but there are no answers to how this occurred to begin with. The source of the problem was surprisingly not the knee itself, but my low back. My LMT eased a lot of the stiffness and reduced the swelling yesterday afternoon, but now it's mushy with fluid and sore again this morning. By not being compliant with the support I was encouraged to wear, I know I'm responsible for the setback.

The house had fallen into a state of disorganization that added to my discomfort, but without the wherewithal to deal with it on a daily basis, I just let it go. Very unlike me, but by the time I got home at the end of the day, all I could do is ice and elevate. This morning I addressed all those offending chores, made up my mind that I can overcome a little inconvenience while this "thing" heals, and look where it got me.

The ice will help reduce the swelling. One thing I've had to come to terms with is the fact that hauling around this extra weight can't be helping, so I need to be vigilant and consistent in my quest to get back to a more healthy number. I'm not that far from it, but I need to stay with it. So far, it's been hit and miss...mostly miss.

I'm off to the shower to get ready for work. I will wear the support, I will stop complaining, and I will exercise my "mind over matter" attitude.

Observations

2011-08-16T09:05:00.002-05:00

Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that if you pay your bills, honor your commitments, and take care of your family, that suddenly the general public comes to the conclusion that you "have money". That also brings those, standing with a hand out...like what we have earned should be accessible to them.

I'm all for being charitable, when it's in our budget, and our choice. What I do not appreciate are those who will come with a sad story and a not-so-vague "if I only had the money, I could fill in the blank..."

My response? Go earn that money, then you will be free to fill in the blank. There appears to be a mindset of some of the younger generation that they are immediately entitled to have everything they want right away. What happened to working toward what you want in life, like we have?

Our bank accounts are no one's business but ours, and we are far from being the Buffets. Because we will not be funding anyone else' fill in the blank, hopefully we will be able to retire some day. I doubt that will be any time soon, given the current government upheaval, and the fact that we still have two in college. Until then, we will continue to work, pay our bills, and earn our own way.

It's a novel concept; perhaps it will catch on...

A Sign of Things To Come?

2011-08-15T08:09:00.001-05:00

After a manic weekend of traveling and tractors, baking and cleaning, I get hit with a very sore, swollen knee and a notice for possible jury duty. I'm not going to sweat the jury duty; I've yet to be chosen. But, I'm much too busy to be bothered with a wonky knee.

The question of the day is what I did to injure it. I have no answer for that. I literally woke up with it painfully locked up. It could be an old injury that has manifested itself. It could be that the joint is just enough out of place that it's causing the stiffness and instability. It could be all those years of volleyball, running, and taekwondo have caught up with me. Until I have it checked, I won't know for sure.

Of course, Randy's theory is that I'm getting old and have started to fall apart. He was just trying to be funny, but I'll admit it got my Irish up. I am so far into denial on that point! I still feel like I'm in my 30's~

I hope this is one of those mind over matter issues; I can usually talk myself out of being sick, but a knee that clearly isn't functioning correctly may be a different story. Thankfully, I have a very competent chiropractor and incredible massage therapist that will likely be the solution to this temporary set-back.

And, as long as I don't have to give up my awesome shoes and being on the go, I can put up with almost anything...

Gotta Love It...

2011-08-13T19:27:00.002-05:00

I had to laugh about this; it's all that kept me from throwing something and hurting that dear man I married. After all, once I'm awake, there is no going back

At 5:45 a.m. on this gorgeous Saturday morning, I was rudely awakened by a repeated opening and slamming of each drawer in his dresser. And by repeated, I mean he opened and slammed each drawer at least 3 times, and there is a stack of five drawers. Muttering to himself the whole time, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on.

Apparently, he decided on this one morning (when I could have slept in at least another hour, hour and a half), that he wasn't content wearing what was "on top" and had to go hunting.

After rooting through every drawer, in the dark, then unsuccessfully trying to shut it after he tossed the contents, he finally turned to me and asked,

"Have you been rearranging my drawers again?!"

It only took him 2 weeks to notice.

It's All Fun And Games Until The Flying Monkeys Come...

2011-08-10T16:39:00.001-05:00

My friends, and a couple of my relatives, are having a lot of fun with me, riding my bike. It all started when I first began riding to work, and Barb would start humming that darned song from the Wizard of Oz; you know the one, when Miss Gulch went flying by. If you don't remember it, here's a link, courtesy of my cousin, Mary:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yf5soimGEpE&feature=related

There are some remarkable, and notable, differences between Miss Gulch and me. I feel a Top 10 list coming on:

10. I don't "do" hats, especially when I ride. I do own a helmet, but am not very good about wearing it.
9. My Trek does not have a basket, not in the front, not in the back. I do, however, have a fuschia backpack...and a trailer for Cole!
8. Let's not even go into that skirt...
7. I've never been that thin.
6. My hair is less than 2" long all over; no bun for me. Not now, not ever!
5. Would it kill the woman to smile?!
4. I stopped traffic today on my bike; I think everyone cut Miss Gulch a wide berth.
3. While Miss Gulch's bike style is now considered 'vintage' and everyone wants one, I ride the same brand as Lance Armstrong.
2. While my boys have told me I can be scary, I don't hold a candle to that wench.
And...the #1 difference between Miss Gulch and me? Those darned flying monkeys scared the crap out of me; nothing scared that woman.

So, go ahead; hum that song and laugh if you want. I'm still going to ride that bike. Look at it this way; if I keep riding, I'm going to feel better, and that means none of you will have to read any more complaining!

My Friend, Vicky, Has A Birthday Giveaway!

2011-08-10T08:43:00.002-05:00

If you love handmade crafty things as much as I, check out my friend, Vicky's blog, Facebook page, or website, Paintspots and Splinters! She's hosting a giveaway you may not want to miss...!

Vicky's Art: A Birthday Giveaway!

vicky-myart.blogspot.com

Mr. Wonderful

2011-08-08T08:31:00.002-05:00

I always said I'd do anything to preserve my marriage; mainly because I knew if we ever divorced, my family would keep Randy and get rid of me. No kidding! When our kids brought home someone new, they didn't warn them about their dad being the one to impress, rather it was I they were given the heads-up about. I'm no gargoyle, just the more outspoken of this dynamic duo. Oh, Randy has some pretty strong opinions; he usually only shares them with me.

He is, truly, one in a million. Some of my friends and I laugh that if we ever found ourselves alone, God forbid, we'd never remarry; it just takes too much effort to train a new one. In my case, I'd never find anyone that would measure up to what I've been privileged to have for the past 35 years, and that doesn't count the almost four years we were together before that.

Did any of you see the movie Failure To Launch? Kathy Bates was wonderful as the mother, who shared with her son that she was afraid to be alone with her husband, not because of his "naked room', but for fear that he would find that he didn't like her. It's a huge change to go from being the mom who centers everything around the needs of the children to going back to just the two of you. I think part of the reason I didn't worry about that *too much* was due to the fact that we took the time to become such good friends while our relationship was developing, and we haven't lost that.

He tolerates my Irish temper, my well-known neurosis, my outstanding ability to worry, and incessant need to shop. He helps around the house without being asked, keeps everything fixed and running, has expanded his kitchen skills past eggs, and is the most incredible grandfather. He is the hardest working person I know, but still knows how to have fun, how to make me laugh. He still thinks I'm beautiful. My heart still skips a beat when he walks into the room.

He's my rock, and we've been down a lot of rough roads together, but there has never been a time that we couldn't work through whatever we faced. United we stand...

We are enjoying the child-free time we have together, whether it's walking the dog to the lake or catching up on the bookwork. We both work a lot of hours but are more spontaneous that we used to be, finding it easier to drop everything to just go...

There are some aspects of our relationship that are not bound to change, such as it being my job to rotate the clothes in his drawers so he doesn't wear the same thing over and over "because it's on top", throwing away socks and underwear that have exceeded their usefulness, and balancing the checkbook. I'm okay with all of that. It's good to know he needs me as much as I need him.

I still miss my kids, painfully some days. But, this new phase of our lives is proving to be a wonderful change. I am grateful for every day I have with him.

I Do Know How To Play Well With Others...When It Suits Me

2011-08-07T08:07:00.000-05:00

Yesterday was a baking day for me. I'd mentioned before that I was excited to try this new recipe and I've found success! There will be no more box mixes for me after this. Usually I hold my favorite recipes dear, reluctant to share them with anyone but a select few. But, in this case, I want everyone to have the chance to try this one.

It says it makes 20-24 cupcakes but I got 40! I only fill the cups 1/2 full and these baked right up to the top of the liner. Watch the clock; they did not take a second over 18 minutes to bake. I used the milk option, not yogurt. If you can find superfine sugar, it makes a big difference in any cake recipe.

I topped a portion of them with a raspberry mousse, rather than buttercream, for a birthday and froze the remaining dozen and a half to be piped later.

Please take all the advice offered with this recipe. It may seem like a lot of extra trouble, but the outcome is totally worth it!

The ultimate tender, moist cake perfect for birthdays and special occasions, yet simple enough for everyday cupcakes. Vanilla and almond flavors combine to give you smooth, mellow flavors reminiscent of your favorite bakery cakes. This recipe uses King Arthur Unbleached Cake Flour Blend, which results in a high rising cake with a moist, tender crumb. The cake also uses the paste method, so no need to cream the butter and sugar. We do recommend a stand mixer for this cake, or a sturdy hand mixer.

Read our blog about this cake, with additional photos, at Baking Banter.

Cake

2 3/4 cups King Arthur Unbleached Cake Flour Blend
1 2/3 cups sugar; superfine sugar is best
1 Tablespoon baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
3/4 cup (12 tablespoons) unsalted butter, softened
4 large eggs whites plus 1 whole large egg
1 cup full-fat vanilla yogurt or 1 cup whole milk
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 teaspoon almond extract

Directions

1) Preheat the oven to 350°F. Prepare two 8" x 2" or 9" x 2" round pans; a 9" x 13" pan; or 2 standard cupcake pans (20 to 24 cupcakes) by greasing and flouring; or lining with parchment, then greasing the parchment. Note: Make sure your 8" round pans are at least 2" deep; if they're not, use one of the other pan options.

2) Mix all of the dry ingredients on slow speed to blend. Add the soft butter and mix until evenly crumbly, like fine damp sand. It may form a paste, depending on the temperature of the butter, how much it's mixed, and granulation of the sugar used.

3) Add the egg whites one at a time, then the whole egg, beating well after each addition to begin building the structure of the cake. Scrape down the sides and bottom of the bowl after each addition.

4) In a small bowl, whisk the yogurt (or milk) with the vanilla and almond extracts. Add this mixture, 1/3 at a time, to the batter. Beat 1 to 2 minutes after each addition, until fluffy. Be sure to scrape down the sides and bottom of the bowl.

5) Pour the batter into the prepared pans. Bake for 25 to 35 minutes for 8" or 9" rounds; 36 to 42 minutes for a 9" x 13" x 2" sheet cake; or 18 to 20 minutes for cupcakes. A toothpick or cake tester inserted into the center will come out clean when done. Remove from the oven, remove from the pan, if desired (not advisable for a 9" x 13" sheet cake), cool on a rack, and frost.

Yield: Two 8" or 9" round layers; one 9"x 13" x 2" sheet cake, or 20 to 24 cupcakes.

Recipe summary

Hands-on time:: 15 mins. to 25 mins.
Baking time:: 25 mins. to 35 mins.
Total time:: 40 mins. to 60 mins.
Yield:: Two 8" or 9" round layers; one 9"x 13" x 2" sheet cake, or 20 to 24 cupcakes.

Tips from our bakers

To make the raspberry cake pictured above, ice with your favorite butter cream, fill with raspberry jam, and arrange one pint of raspberries on top. You can find complete photos and instructions at our Bakers' Banter blog.
To make a classic yellow cake, use 3 whole eggs and 2 egg whites instead of 4 egg whites and one large egg. Delicious with rich chocolate icing!
This cake is very tender. We advise handling layers with care when turning them out of the pans; and if you've made a 9" x 13" sheet cake, it's best served straight from the pan, to avoid crumbling.

I also baked a couple loaves of cinnamon bread and a raspberry lemon quickbread. Sorry; I won't share the cinnamon bread recipe...it's one of my very own, derived from a recipe given to me by my friend, Rose. I will, however, bake some for anyone who asks! It's just as good as my french bread...

Happy Baking~

Lost: My Motivation

2011-08-05T09:02:00.000-05:00

I need some help. If any of you knew how hard that is for me to say, you'd know how serious I am.

I've lost my motivation. I'm pretty sure I know when it happened, and why, but what has me puzzled is why I can't seem to get it back. The scary part is knowing the health history in my family and what I could be facing if I don't get my sh*t together...soon.

The extra money is not there for Weight Watchers. I wasn't using the e-tools anyway. Nor is there funding for Curves, or a Wellness Center membership, or even to go back to taekwondo. Oh, I suppose I could give up something else to make allowances for this, but the fact is, I've cut everything to the bone to be able to pay our share of the college expenses. Not complaining, mind you, just stating a fact. I just don't know how much more I can do or take away to come up with the fees for programs that work for others that have the time to devote to them. I work all the time as it is, and I'm tired. All. The. Time.

I could make the time to work out, but the issue at hand is that I can't make myself want to. This is odd for me; I used to work out like a fiend. It's almost like I don't think I'm worth the effort anymore. And the fact that whatever I do, I end up doing it alone because of my work schedules. I cannot tolerate anyone doing the "rah-rah, you can do it" routine with me. It just makes me feel like I'm being paid lip service, that no one really cares if I'm 20# past my comfort zone, but they need to say something positive.

It's at the point that I hate the way I look and feel. And don't say it: "Oh no, Nancy; you look fine." That's bullsh*t and I know it. So, why is it so impossible for me to get my ample *ss up and do something about it? I don't want to get to the point of being threatened by a serious health matter to force me into action, so what's the hold-up?

Has anyone seen my motivation? Will you send it back to me, please? Or tell me where it is, and I'll go get it...

You Can Simplify Too!

2011-08-05T08:11:00.000-05:00

I let my subscription to Martha Stewart Living lapse. Oh, I tried to live up to Martha's lofty, and as it turns out, expensive standards.The hard reality is I don't have a gardener, house keeper, or any other of the extensive staff she has to employ to keep up her massive homes and gardens. I believe she does her own cooking when she's home, but there is no way she does all the rest by herself. Martha's life is completely out of the scope of reality for me, as are most of the projects and recipes she touted.

For my life, I've found Real Simple. I get the magazine. I subscribe to their online newsletter. I even have a Daily Thought emailed to me during the work week. I have it on Facebook. Real Simple provides a wealth of information, suggestions, ideas, and entertainment. It's the complete package for fashion, home, recipes, health, beauty...you name it. I believe this publication covers an enormous demographic range, all while making me feel like they are directing everything they offer just to me.

The magazine is bright, perfectly laid-out, and chock full of just everything. I read them until they're dog-eared. In fact, I keep issues for months and months. So much of what they offer is timeless and valuable. I keep past issues and treat them like reference books! When my cabinet gets full, I go through them, keeping the ones that hold marked pages, and eliminating others to make room for new issues.

If you've never experienced Real Simple, check out this link: http://www.realsimple.com. They'll send you a free issue. Or pick one up on your way through the checkout at Walmart or your favorite grocery store.

I promise, you won't be sorry!

It Was This Or A Cabana Boy...

2011-08-02T17:42:00.002-05:00

No one, including me, wants to hear that I've had another sleep-deprived night. However, at 4 bells this morning, after being up since 2:30, I had an epiphany on why I cannot get settled in our bedroom.

We have one tower fan that oscillates in the living room; powerful and quiet, it has been my salvation these past few nights. I also have a regular circular fan in our room, but it sounds like a freight train, and does not move the air adequately. I'm all for a little white noise to help me sleep, but that thing takes it way past white and into the red zone. After about 5 minutes of the roaring, I give up, shut it off, and go back to the recliner.

Our A/C is set so Randy does not freeze, but it's just not quite enough for me, hence the fans. They also help with the humidity. Now, I don't know for sure if it's the heat index/ humidity outside that has me so miserable, or my own internal combustion. It's likely a combination of both, and there is little I abhor more than sweating simply for the sake of sweating. It's a whole other thing during a workout; I expect that. But to have to sweat when I'm not asking for it, frankly, grosses me out. Anyone who knows me is aware of how I prefer to be *fresh*.

So, I gave up and purchased another tower fan, with a remote, for our room. It is now aimed directly on my side of the bed, the remote nearby with fresh batteries. I'm confident I will enjoy a full night's rest in my own bed tonight; cool and dry.

I figure if Randy objects to me purchasing another fan, I'll simply point out that it was a more economical choice than hiring a cabana boy to follow me around with a fan... (just not as much fun *wink, wink*)

Middle-aged Indifference

2011-08-01T07:59:00.001-05:00

I have some very, very smart friends, most notably in this case, my far-away "sister", Tricia. We are both in the same peer group, and recently, she has shared with me the beauty of being where we are right now. She calls it "middle-aged indifference".

How many years have been wasted, worrying about what people think of us? Well, according to her, it no longer matters what anyone thinks. We are free to have our opinions, without apology. We can go sleeveless, even if we aren't toned and ripped, because we don't care if anyone likes it or not; we're too hot most of the time for it to matter.

The days of trying to impress anyone are long gone, whether it's how smart we are, how rich we are, or who we know. In our new-found wisdom, we all now are aware that none of it is important. What we concentrate on is having just what we need, and if it doesn't seem like enough to anyone else...who cares? What is truly important is being a quality human being.

Are we an embarrassment to our children? Oh, I hope so. That's never been a problem for me, anyway. Now it's a full-blown throw-down...isn't that what is expected, to be just a little whacky due to our advancing age? Any inappropriate behavior is waved off because, well, Mom is getting on, you know..

I don't worry as much about screwing up, and by relaxing on that, have found that I'm smarter than I ever gave myself credit for. And if I do mess up, I clean it up and move on. No one has an opinion of me that I care to hear; what matters is what I think of me, and up until now, I've been a pretty harsh judge.

It's time to embrace my middle-aged indifference. For those of you who haven't reached this stage yet, it's never too early to start...

Be kind, be happy, be okay with yourself, and don't let anyone tell you how to be...you.

Thanks for the insight, Tricia!

I'm Coming Out of the Closet

2011-07-31T13:05:00.001-05:00

I feel like celebrating, after a very productive day...

Do you find that you develop an emotional attachment to certain pieces of clothing in your wardrobe, or perhaps, your entire wardrobe? Do you keep some items "just in case" or "maybe I'll wear this...someday" or "I wore this in high school and it still fits"? What you end up with is a very crowded, and sometimes disorganized, closet. I've found this out the hard way, and decided today that there will be no more keeping things that I have not worn, nor likely will ever wear, again. They are, after all, just things.

This is a different type of purge than the one I went through several months ago. This time it's not about ridding myself of bad energy, preparing for a fresh start. This is strictly organizational and reducing my wardrobe to a more manageable and practical configuration.

Granted, most of this is the result of my career change. One section of my closet is now devoted to my colorful array of scrubs. If I need to change into anything after work or to go out, it's jeans or shorts, paired with tees, shirts, cotton sweaters, and an assortment of all weights of jackets. I have kept a small grouping of classic dress clothing for the occasional funeral, wedding, or other special event. All of it fits well; bringing up another reason not to keep items.

I know many who have their closets sectioned off into their "fat clothes", "thin clothes", and what they actually wear. My rule is, if it's in there, it had better fit now. That's another factor in some of my purging; getting rid of anything that makes me feel bad about the way I look, or just isn't flattering...no matter how much I weigh.

More than once I've shared that part of the reason I love shoes is because they always fit. This remains true, but I've had to come to the harsh reality that I no longer need as many of the funky heels I used to wear all the time. My Nike work shoe collection is impressive, however, and my comfortable Born sandals, boots, and shoes. I have kept some of my favorite heels; each with some special detail that makes me want to keep, and wear, them. Most will work with either jeans or dress clothes, so versatility is a factor.

With less to overwhelm me when I'm looking for something to wear, I find that making a decision is so much easier. I had a really hard time, getting ready to leave this past weekend for that very reason. I found there were too many things that no longer worked for me, and that I had more than a couple items that needed a cami or tank in a coordinating color for them to work, or a sweater to put over it to make it more that just a seasonal piece. I had Eddie take care of that for me, and am now the proud owner of a versatile, year-round wardrobe .

Here is what I'm talking about: Tees can be worn alone when it's hot, or layered with another. When it cools off, they can be topped with a cardigan or light jacket. The cold weather means a sweater or shirt can be put on over the tee, then a jacket over that. By staying with a palette of colors I feel best in, most of what I have works together for a cohesive and easy-to-pair-with-jeans look. Throw in a new, seasonal color or trendy piece, and all those basics stay fresh-looking. Eddie took care of that for me, as well.

Now, I'm happy to report, I'm out of the closet...and the dressers. Everything, and I do mean everything, in them fits well, makes me feel good, and is easy to find; sorted by color and type. While I have more room in my drawers, cedar chest, and more than a few empty hangers, I don't plan to fill them. I'm looking forward to wearing what I have.

It would appear that watching some of those HGTV shows has really paid off... Cheers!

Making Plans To Test God's Sense of Humor

2011-07-30T10:07:00.007-05:00

This was how "The Plan" for the weekend was supposed to go, followed by how it actually played out:

I arrived in St. Paul at 7:30, after leaving work and not being very well-prepared, frantic that I wouldn't get there in time. Jared was waiting for me to go to the nightclub where Ryan and his metal band were performing in a show that was to start at 8 pm.

Reality: I drove around the 2 block area twice, wasting 10 minutes, before I found parking. Just as I got parked, Ryan sent a text that they were now last on the bill since they were the headliners.

Jared and I walked the few blocks to Black Sheep Coal-fired Pizza since we had extra time for an actual supper before we had to be at the club for the performance. We even had time to take Lucy for a walk in the park.

Reality: Just as we were ready to leave, the fire alarm went off, requiring everyone in the apartment complex to vacate their dwellings. Lucy does not do well with loud noises. We stood outside, watching the five St. Paul firetrucks and rescue unit come screaming down the street, and around the block, thanks to the one-way streets. All this time, the alarms in each apartment are going off...all for a false alarm.

We got to the club in plenty of time, after settling Lucy. "Big Mike", the most ripped and enormous African-American man I've ever seen in person, was the bouncer at the door. He threatened to lock Jared up if he found him drinking in "his" bar (he told all underage patrons the same thing), and still demanded my ID..."Look at this, girl; 1971 makes you younger than me and I'm 46." Oh, puh-lease.

Reality: Later, the owner (I did not know this at the time) hit on me, twice; I do believe he had consumed large amounts of alcohol. It's hard to find that kind of attention flattering.The band did not get to take the stage until 1:30 am....and Ryan had to be at his job at school by 8 am. We got back to the apartment around 3:00 am. The band also plays at 5:30 pm today at the same club, but for a different event...we hope it's 5:30, anyway. I just hope the owner is home, nursing what has to be a monumental hang-over, and isn't present.

Ryan's performances were not the only things on the agenda for the weekend. I told the boys I'd bring the carpet cleaner and we'd get their floors done.

Reality; Nothing was picked up, or moved, or...anything. I'll be leaving the carpet cleaner with them when I leave.

In the meantime, Jared and I had a nice walk through Lowertown St. Paul to Bruegger's for fresh bagels and coffee. Conveniently, we found an inexpensive parking lot nearby for my vehicle to avoid having to feed a meter all day....and the carpet cleaner is still in the back of my truck. It just seems like an awful lot of trouble to carry it three blocks back to the apartment.

The good news is Target; there are Targets everywhere up here, and it's mandatory for me to make a Target run when I'm here, whether I need anything or not. I also prefer the Burnsville Mall over the Mall of America, mostly because the Eddie Bauer store is better there. Again, I don't need anything, but that's usually when I find the best deals. There is a lunch date with Bri built in there somewhere, and hopefully the band will play as early as planned, so that will mean supper out with the Anderson brothers and their awesome parents.

Things have not gone according to plan, and believe it or not, I'm okay with that. No, really; I am!

As a postscript to this blog; while we did make the Target run, and I got the three items I wanted from Eddie, the rest of the weekend did not pan out. The boys had plans for tonight after the show (that did not include me), so I left the carpet cleaner and drove home. Guess I'd better come to terms with the fact that I am officially in the backseat for the rest of their lives' journey.

Your Opinion Counts With Me

2011-07-29T07:34:00.002-05:00

In reading one of the blogs I follow, I was told, in an indirect way (since I have every confidence that she is not a follower of mine), that things tend to go wrong when bloggers stray off into political or current events, offering opinions that no one wants to read. She recommends picking a subject or theme, and staying with it. She calls blogs, like mine, crock pot blogging; too many topics covered, all just thrown together, posting recipes, pictures, product reviews, tutorials, personal stories; how these blogs are not usually successful because the authors are trying to do too much. Now, granted, she was asked by other bloggers for her opinion on what it takes to be successful in the blog world, and was only giving her advice and observations. I feel like, based on some of the questions she was asked, there is a growing number of "blog snobs" out there. While her observations were not directed right at me, I feel I should be taking some of her advice to heart.

I don't have 3000+ followers, as does she, and I'm not trying to generate an income by hoping my blog gets syndicated (there was also a question on whether she gets paid to blog). My blog, however it gets categorized, is more of a journal, and my followers, at least the ones I know about, are those who know me and take what I write for what it's worth. I post things that I'm interested in, and like the diversity of more than one topic. If I find something worth sharing, this is where I put it.

She may be right about steering away from the hotbed of current events, such as Casey Anthony, and keeping the national debt crisis in the news where it belongs. While I have not yet had a bad experience by airing my opinion on those two specific areas, she may have a point regarding what people really want to read. When I look at my list of blogs I follow, I see that they are all focused and specialized to one main theme. They make mine appear scattered and disconnected. Maybe I need to stop "sharing" the blog, keeping it more of a personal outlet.

Thanks for allowing me to muse over this latest "criticism". I'll admit, she's given me something to think about. I'd appreciate hearing from all of you on how you feel about what should or should not appear here. Are you wanting to be entertained when you sign on, or are you open to the randomness of some of the subjects I land on? Or is that random style what is preventing my following community from growing? I want your opinion; please be kind. Plus, one request; please post your suggestions or comments here,, not on my Facebook page.

*I do know I need to, and will, knock off the "pity party" blogs, and stop complaining....that should make it easier for all of you, not have to tell me that.*

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Apparently, I have misunderstood the real purpose of having a blog? Or have I?

It's A No-Brainer; Make The Rich Pay...

2011-07-26T07:52:00.003-05:00

I know that it's not wise to discuss religion or politics; it raises all kinds of problems. But, I'm throwing caution to the wind, and bringing up a very important issue that could have a significant affect on all of us...plus, I have no millionaire friends or affiliation to any large corporations. For my Republican friends who agree with the "cuts only" approach that is causing the stalemate in Congress, I apologize in advance, but you're wrong.

I wish someone would explain to me why that faction of Republicans is so set against taking the tax deductions and privileges away from the very rich, the ones in our society that can afford to give up some of their advantages to help out the national budget. Why should they be the select few who will go unaffected if the debt ceiling isn't raised, or if a more realistic solution to the state of the economy isn't reached? It appears they are holding the nation hostage, with that unreasonable demand.

I'm not asking for a lecture, touting the wisdom of those single-minded members. To me, it only makes sense that we all do our share to fix this problem. President Obama spoke very eloquently last night, explaining the issues and the possible solutions so clearly, it makes me scratch my head in wonder that Congress can't get its act together, and do the right thing for the entire nation. Why should the affluent not be expected to participate in the healing of that bleeding hole caused by government overspending?

I pray that the lower and middle classes/elderly/veterans/small businesses/education don't have to take it in the shorts...again; that in the eleventh hour, Congress will have an epiphany and come to terms with the "rich must pay" option. The money is there, for heavens' sake, make them cough it up! If the President is willing to forgo his tax advantages, so should the rest.

Call your Congressman; make your voice heard. The result that could occur is horrifyingly unthinkable.

Tossing My Cookies

2011-07-25T04:20:00.002-05:00

It's not what you think; I'm not dedicating this blog to...well, you know...

I have my mother-in-law's recipe for peanut butter cookies. Like many recipes over the years, I've had to tweak it some. For example, I do not use lard as the shortening in this recipe. In fact, I've found that Crisco won't work in it, either. The dough comes out crumbly and dry. I've resorted to using butter in almost everything I bake; for the flavor, the texture it lends, and the fact that it's a natural product.

We all are aware of the heat lately. It's put a damper on my baking, to the point that Randy actually bought store-baked cookies last week, poor guy. In my defense, he's the first to complain if I fire up the oven when the heat index is high.

So today, since he was gone on an antique tractor ride, I decided I'd get my groceries, finish the mowing, and bake his mom's cookies for him. It was a beautiful day to be outside, with the notable exception of the bugs, but it was also cool enough that I could have the oven on without taxing the A/C too much.

Back to the recipe: I love how these cookies turn out, so I'd bake them every time, if I could. They are absolutely delicious. But, the cold hard fact is that neither of us needs that sweet stuff around all the time. Added to that, these are my favorites; he's a chocolate chip kind of guy, when given a choice.

My feeling is this: homemade is homemade. When someone goes to the effort to put those ingredients together, scoop them out, and bake them, it should be appreciated. Don't get me wrong, he's always very happy when I bake for him. And now, he's extremely careful what he says about said baked items.

So, when there are peanut butter cookies on the rack, he no longer asks, "Didn't you have any chocolate chips?"