A few years ago, we lived in the slum of slums in town. Our home, a glorified trailer, was one of the nicest on the street. The neighbors liked to tell stories of drug deals and drive-by's. Two doors down were several drug busts and how shall we say it? slightly peculiar behavior. We moved out over 4th of July weekend. The next night, someone attempted to have a bonfire inside of the empty home. (Attempted...thankfully did not succeed.) When company would come to stay, I would apologize for our humble abode. Despite all the things you are now envisioning, it was a good place to live; a good "starter" home.
I cried when we left. This was the home I brought my first baby to. The nursery I decorated, the place where we transitioned from "the young married couple" to a family.
This was the home that I kept tidy because Grandma and Mother-in-law lived within minutes and could stop by at any time.
Now, we live in the country. WAAAYYYY longer than a few minutes from Grandma's. Rarely does anyone come by unannounced and therefore rarely do the shoes/coats/bags/papers/keys/sunglasses make it further than the entryway of our house.
Rarely, doesn't mean never. (Sometimes the simple things get me.)
Since we recently returned from traveling, the entryway also includes junk, an overflowing suitcase, junk, blankets, and more junk. I mentioned junk, right?
I have this neighbor, you see. A dear sweet neighbor. She only lives 3 houses from us, which in the country is actually over a mile, but still equals a neighbor. Her home is meticulous. We are talking plastic-coverings-on-the-furniture meticulous. Shade-gardens-with-exotic-plants-and-water-features meticulous. So, she came by.
Of course she did.
Me, immediately, "Sorry about the mess. We just....blah, blah, excuse, excuse."
In an effort to teach my kids about service, we went to an elderly couple's home to rake leaves. (interpretation: I raked a few leaves while yelling at 2 small children to watch for dog poop and stay out of the road, while trying to keep a baby in pack warm on my back.) So, of course, when we leave, me: "Sorry I didn't get more done. Sorry it took us so long."
Why do we apologize for so many things? Why do I need to apologize to my neighbor who has raised 7 children of her own because I have a home that looks like children live there?
My brother and sister-in-law needed to stay at our home last week while traveling through town. Of course, I quickly apologized for the lack-luster arrangements made in their behalf. They just wanted somewhere to sleep.
When someone at church compliments my efforts, why do I feel the need to brush it aside and apologize that a lesson wasn't better? Why do I make effort to create dinner for my family, and then apologize for it's imperfections?
CHALLENGE................apology UNaccepted
None of us are perfect, so why do we need to apologize for it? I am quite sure that everyone in my examples above couldn't care less for my apologies, yet I still give them.
For the week, you can't apologize for being you. You can't apologize for what you might think are your inadequacies. Make dinner and burn it? Oh-well. Don't apologize for it; at least there is food to eat.
Messy house when someone stops by? No apology needed. At least there is a warm doorway to step into.
Taking too much room in the aisle at the grocery store? Don't apologize! Just simply say excuse me.
Suddenly stop posting on your blog? Don't apologize (ok- this one might be revisited next week, after this challenge is over.)
Anyone in?
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12.03.2008
11.03.2008
CHALLENGE........un-just
The day that would never come is finally here. I had firmly set in my mind that today's challenge would be (duh) to vote. Then, I quickly realized that we should have a sanctuary free of the political jib jab. Plus, I really, really can't decide if hauling my 3 small children to wait in line for hours to cast my vote in a state that isn't questionable ........is really worth it? I know, I know. I will go. I am sure the experience of having 3 small children with me will be quite memorable.
Thank goodness for an endless supply of suckers leftover from Halloween- how many is too many? I think that at 9 months old, my babe can officially begin a love affair with candy. It is bound to happen sometime, right? I can't get her to eat mushed up vegetables, so why not skip right ahead to the inevitable?
In her future, when she reads history books and listens to speeches commemorating the most important presidential race in history (blah, blah), I will turn to her, wipe a tear from my eye and say, "Darling, I will never forget November 4, 2008, the day I introduced you to all things sugar. The world has never been the same since." Our family dentist will then wipe a tear from his eye and say, "Thank you, for your generous support towards my vacation home that began with your first born son, and carried on with a legacy of cavities for all of your children."
Last Friday, just hours before the gathering known as trick-or-treating, I requested and received a prescription for fluoride for my kids. Then, that evening, I let them have as much candy as they wanted because, obviously, the fluoride would outweigh the risks of the sugar. Right. Right?
It is kind of like when I justify feeding the kids Ramen Noodles for lunch by including a multi-vitamin. Chewable, in pretty colors and shaped like dinosaurs, of course!
Justification. I am good at it. Really good at it.
Today was the first really cold, really rainy day of the year. I love it. I had nowhere to be. No errands to run. No gas to waste or money to spend. I stayed in my pajamas all day. Or, shall we say running pants/lounge wear?
CHALLENGE...........Un-Just
There are a few things that I just can't justify. For instance, reading celebrity gossip sites. They are addicting, comparable only to the grocery store check-out line. I read all of those headlines too. I haven't ever actually bought a tabloid, mind you. Who does that? I did go to the Dr.'s office early a few months back, just to get my gossip fill from the magazine choice in the waiting room. In my teen years, the girl cousins and I would find Grandma's stash of the Enquirers and hide out in the basement, reading all about the latest alien abductions, end-of-world predictions and Dolly Pardon's chest size. I apparently inherited more from my Grandmother than a lack of height. Now-a-days though, tabloids are vicious. What if someone wrote those things about me? Or my family? Or my children. My children! I would be ballistic.
So, the challenge: Find one simple, unjustifiable, "fluff" item to remove from your life, even just for the week.
I won't be reading the in's and out's of the 90210 on the WWW. I don't think that Lindsey, Brittney & Paris will miss me too much. Sorry girls. Oh- and Miley- don't get me started! I should stop now, yes? Maybe I will get the dishes done in my new spare time.
Maybe I will make a few extra trips to the grocery store. Definitely Wal-Mart, the slowest lines ever. I kid, I kid. About going to Wal-Mart. I'll go somewhere else.
What is un-justifiable for you?
Thank goodness for an endless supply of suckers leftover from Halloween- how many is too many? I think that at 9 months old, my babe can officially begin a love affair with candy. It is bound to happen sometime, right? I can't get her to eat mushed up vegetables, so why not skip right ahead to the inevitable?
In her future, when she reads history books and listens to speeches commemorating the most important presidential race in history (blah, blah), I will turn to her, wipe a tear from my eye and say, "Darling, I will never forget November 4, 2008, the day I introduced you to all things sugar. The world has never been the same since." Our family dentist will then wipe a tear from his eye and say, "Thank you, for your generous support towards my vacation home that began with your first born son, and carried on with a legacy of cavities for all of your children."
Last Friday, just hours before the gathering known as trick-or-treating, I requested and received a prescription for fluoride for my kids. Then, that evening, I let them have as much candy as they wanted because, obviously, the fluoride would outweigh the risks of the sugar. Right. Right?
It is kind of like when I justify feeding the kids Ramen Noodles for lunch by including a multi-vitamin. Chewable, in pretty colors and shaped like dinosaurs, of course!
Justification. I am good at it. Really good at it.
Today was the first really cold, really rainy day of the year. I love it. I had nowhere to be. No errands to run. No gas to waste or money to spend. I stayed in my pajamas all day. Or, shall we say running pants/lounge wear?
CHALLENGE...........Un-Just
There are a few things that I just can't justify. For instance, reading celebrity gossip sites. They are addicting, comparable only to the grocery store check-out line. I read all of those headlines too. I haven't ever actually bought a tabloid, mind you. Who does that? I did go to the Dr.'s office early a few months back, just to get my gossip fill from the magazine choice in the waiting room. In my teen years, the girl cousins and I would find Grandma's stash of the Enquirers and hide out in the basement, reading all about the latest alien abductions, end-of-world predictions and Dolly Pardon's chest size. I apparently inherited more from my Grandmother than a lack of height. Now-a-days though, tabloids are vicious. What if someone wrote those things about me? Or my family? Or my children. My children! I would be ballistic.
So, the challenge: Find one simple, unjustifiable, "fluff" item to remove from your life, even just for the week.
I won't be reading the in's and out's of the 90210 on the WWW. I don't think that Lindsey, Brittney & Paris will miss me too much. Sorry girls. Oh- and Miley- don't get me started! I should stop now, yes? Maybe I will get the dishes done in my new spare time.
Maybe I will make a few extra trips to the grocery store. Definitely Wal-Mart, the slowest lines ever. I kid, I kid. About going to Wal-Mart. I'll go somewhere else.
What is un-justifiable for you?
10.06.2008
CHALLENGE.......time to go!
Suzie Wins!
Yay Suzie! Through blogging circles, I have realized that Suzie enters A LOT of drawings- and she finally won. I can't wait to find out what clock Suzie picks out. Her comment on the Bode22 blog was the winner. She told Meg: I love, love, love your clocks. I may be way out of it here, but I have never seen such original clocks! Suzie, I can't wait to find out which one you pick out.
All day long Sunday, I mentally prepared to be out the door by 5:30 in order to be at our destination on time. I even had extra help with Grandma in town.
Have dinner early? Check
Plan on leaving early for some "buffer time?" Check
Be ready ahead of time? Check
Somehow not make it out the door until 5:40? Double Check.
It was the same with getting the kids ready for church a few weeks ago. Even the night before, I laid out everyone's clothes, just to save those few extra precious minutes the next morning. We didn't even have to be there until noon, but I wasn't taking any chances. That morning, first thing, the kids were bathed. Everyone was ready early. Then, it was just sitting around, waiting for the time to pass. The time to go came and went, and we were still home.
Why is it that no matter how much you plan to be on time, it is often (always) so hard to actually be on time?
My baby, who has recently triumphed the skilled Cheerio to mouth maneuver, somehow has also mastered the have-a-messy-diaper-the-moment-mom-needs-to-put-me-in-my-car-seat maneuver.
I, myself, sabotage every perfect plan I create. My keys- oh, my keys! O' brother, where art they? They start out on their designated hook. As I take them off in preparation to walk out the door, I run back in to the house for the "oops- I forgot to...." task. Then, I must retrace every step, in hopes of quickly recovering wherever I set the keys. I remember one thing and forget another. It isn't just the mommy-brain either. In my college days, my co-workers and boss created a key hook, with a large sign above it reading, "Camille's keys," so that everyone in the office could find them for me.
When I was growing up, all 5 kids in our family took turns watching out the window for the bus. We geared up all morning for the 4 minute warning to actually get out the door.
I can hear myself so clearly (and my siblings): "The bus is turning down the laaannnneeee."
3 minutes: "The bus is at the end of the laaannnneee." Oohh, now it is go-time. Brush the teeth, grab the back pack.
2 minutes: "The bus is coming up the laaannnneee." Frantically run around searching for homework, shoes, etc.
1 minute: "The bus is turning off the laaaannnneee." Don't forget your clarinet! I know, clarinet right? Don't say anything. I know what you are thinking.
I started training to be late when I was 5.
CHALLENGE......time to go!
So simple, right? Should be. Might not be. Could be. Try to be on time to something you are usually not.
Maybe, just maybe even be early.
Yay Suzie! Through blogging circles, I have realized that Suzie enters A LOT of drawings- and she finally won. I can't wait to find out what clock Suzie picks out. Her comment on the Bode22 blog was the winner. She told Meg: I love, love, love your clocks. I may be way out of it here, but I have never seen such original clocks! Suzie, I can't wait to find out which one you pick out.
All day long Sunday, I mentally prepared to be out the door by 5:30 in order to be at our destination on time. I even had extra help with Grandma in town.
Have dinner early? Check
Plan on leaving early for some "buffer time?" Check
Be ready ahead of time? Check
Somehow not make it out the door until 5:40? Double Check.
It was the same with getting the kids ready for church a few weeks ago. Even the night before, I laid out everyone's clothes, just to save those few extra precious minutes the next morning. We didn't even have to be there until noon, but I wasn't taking any chances. That morning, first thing, the kids were bathed. Everyone was ready early. Then, it was just sitting around, waiting for the time to pass. The time to go came and went, and we were still home.
Why is it that no matter how much you plan to be on time, it is often (always) so hard to actually be on time?
My baby, who has recently triumphed the skilled Cheerio to mouth maneuver, somehow has also mastered the have-a-messy-diaper-the-moment-mom-needs-to-put-me-in-my-car-seat maneuver.
I, myself, sabotage every perfect plan I create. My keys- oh, my keys! O' brother, where art they? They start out on their designated hook. As I take them off in preparation to walk out the door, I run back in to the house for the "oops- I forgot to...." task. Then, I must retrace every step, in hopes of quickly recovering wherever I set the keys. I remember one thing and forget another. It isn't just the mommy-brain either. In my college days, my co-workers and boss created a key hook, with a large sign above it reading, "Camille's keys," so that everyone in the office could find them for me.
When I was growing up, all 5 kids in our family took turns watching out the window for the bus. We geared up all morning for the 4 minute warning to actually get out the door.
I can hear myself so clearly (and my siblings): "The bus is turning down the laaannnneeee."
3 minutes: "The bus is at the end of the laaannnneee." Oohh, now it is go-time. Brush the teeth, grab the back pack.
2 minutes: "The bus is coming up the laaannnneee." Frantically run around searching for homework, shoes, etc.
1 minute: "The bus is turning off the laaaannnneee." Don't forget your clarinet! I know, clarinet right? Don't say anything. I know what you are thinking.
I started training to be late when I was 5.
CHALLENGE......time to go!
So simple, right? Should be. Might not be. Could be. Try to be on time to something you are usually not.
Maybe, just maybe even be early.
Just to keep us all motivated, the fabulous Meg, is sharing her time and talents with us! Each person who agrees to the challenge, will get a chance to win their choice of clock from Bode22! One of Meg's clocks was featured in the Better Homes & Garden September magazine? How cool is that? I have an old antique plate I am sending her to make into a clock for the perfect Christmas gift. Or, I might be selfish and keep it. Only time will tell! Ha ha, time will tell.... I am on a roll.
Leave a comment by Friday at midnight. Tell us what clock you love at Bode22 and tell us what you are going to be on time to this week.
Leave a comment on the Bode22 blog and get an extra chance. Take the time to blog about this and get an extra chance. Ooohhh, ahhhh....extra chances.
Um....excuse me, but I just checked the clock and I am running late. Seriously. I am not kidding. Now go. Check out the clocks. Have a great time.
9.30.2008
CHALLENGE.......the great outdoors
due to technical diffic...blah...blah...... Wednesday will be "Thankful Monday" this week. I will also be posting the infamous salsa recipe too. (finally!)
Hour after hour yesterday, I twiddled my thumbs as I watched the clock waiting for the phone to ring. The wonderful people at the cable company had given me a "window" of time to await the internet repair man. My window of time? Between 8 am and 5 p.m.
Nice window. Not that I had anywhere to be, because I didn't, but since I couldn't, I wanted to. That makes perfect sense right?
So, at 5:01, after no call, I loaded the kids in the stroller, baby in the pack, and even included our very-neglected dog for a little fresh air. Have I mentioned that I love fall? Because, I really, really do. I need to get out more. Literally.
We made for quite the sight. Me, wrangling the double stroller and pulling the dog leash with all of my might. Meanwhile, my baby discovered the greatest new thing in the trampoline world, also known as: my back. About a mile down the corn-field lined road, things settled: the dog walked, the baby relaxed and the kids laughed. We searched for snake grass and cat tails. (countrified terms for ditch-bank weeds)
It was lovely.
I even finally broke in the new "cross-trainer" shoes I got for my birthday (in August). I know! August. They are so pretty and white though, I just couldn't bare to see them scuffed.
It was perfectly perfect. I might just venture out of the confines of my home/car/grocery store tomorrow too. And, maybe the next day after that.
CHALLENGE.....the great outdoors
Don't just go outside. Be outside. Lay in the grass. Breathe in the air- really, I mean it; big can't-get-enough of it gulps of fresh autumn air. I am quite biased towards fall, but you cannot, cannot get better weather, surroundings, color, smells, foods, etc. than in the fall.
It might reach even 90 degrees here today! 90! Yet, it still is cool & crisp this morning and will be this evening. I love it. I like it, I love it. I want some more of it. I tried so hard.....
For some reason, I have had odd songs going through my mind all day today. Like Bette Midler's Wind Beneath My Wings and well....I don't know the names or artists or any of the others, so I can't tell you. But weird songs I tell you. Weird.
Right at the end of our walk, my cell phone rang and wouldn't you know it, the repair man was almost to my house. I was all about opening up that 8-5 window for extended hours.
We arrived at the driveway simultaneously, and I led him into the toy-strewn family room, past the dishes laden table, and stepping over the booby-trap the kids had lovingly (not so much) set for the awaited "computer guy." It was complete with crepe paper fencing and NOT ALLOWED signs.
The best part? I was in such a great mood from spending some time outside that I didn't even care. I didn't care that he was late. I didn't care that the house wasn't in an orderly fashion. I didn't even care that my daughter called the nice repair man a poopy-head. Oh, and then she called a visitor that stopped by a while later a poopy-head too. Nope, still didn't care. Because, by then, we were back outside and loving it.
So, are you in? WAIT! Hold the phone! I love cheesy one-liners (It is a family trait, I can't help it! Blame my older brother):
Are you out?
Oh- and, does anyone know who sings that "I like it, I love it..." song? What is it called? What song is stuck in your head?
Hour after hour yesterday, I twiddled my thumbs as I watched the clock waiting for the phone to ring. The wonderful people at the cable company had given me a "window" of time to await the internet repair man. My window of time? Between 8 am and 5 p.m.
Nice window. Not that I had anywhere to be, because I didn't, but since I couldn't, I wanted to. That makes perfect sense right?
So, at 5:01, after no call, I loaded the kids in the stroller, baby in the pack, and even included our very-neglected dog for a little fresh air. Have I mentioned that I love fall? Because, I really, really do. I need to get out more. Literally.
We made for quite the sight. Me, wrangling the double stroller and pulling the dog leash with all of my might. Meanwhile, my baby discovered the greatest new thing in the trampoline world, also known as: my back. About a mile down the corn-field lined road, things settled: the dog walked, the baby relaxed and the kids laughed. We searched for snake grass and cat tails. (countrified terms for ditch-bank weeds)
It was lovely.
I even finally broke in the new "cross-trainer" shoes I got for my birthday (in August). I know! August. They are so pretty and white though, I just couldn't bare to see them scuffed.
It was perfectly perfect. I might just venture out of the confines of my home/car/grocery store tomorrow too. And, maybe the next day after that.
CHALLENGE.....the great outdoors
Don't just go outside. Be outside. Lay in the grass. Breathe in the air- really, I mean it; big can't-get-enough of it gulps of fresh autumn air. I am quite biased towards fall, but you cannot, cannot get better weather, surroundings, color, smells, foods, etc. than in the fall.
It might reach even 90 degrees here today! 90! Yet, it still is cool & crisp this morning and will be this evening. I love it. I like it, I love it. I want some more of it. I tried so hard.....
For some reason, I have had odd songs going through my mind all day today. Like Bette Midler's Wind Beneath My Wings and well....I don't know the names or artists or any of the others, so I can't tell you. But weird songs I tell you. Weird.
Right at the end of our walk, my cell phone rang and wouldn't you know it, the repair man was almost to my house. I was all about opening up that 8-5 window for extended hours.
We arrived at the driveway simultaneously, and I led him into the toy-strewn family room, past the dishes laden table, and stepping over the booby-trap the kids had lovingly (not so much) set for the awaited "computer guy." It was complete with crepe paper fencing and NOT ALLOWED signs.
The best part? I was in such a great mood from spending some time outside that I didn't even care. I didn't care that he was late. I didn't care that the house wasn't in an orderly fashion. I didn't even care that my daughter called the nice repair man a poopy-head. Oh, and then she called a visitor that stopped by a while later a poopy-head too. Nope, still didn't care. Because, by then, we were back outside and loving it.
So, are you in? WAIT! Hold the phone! I love cheesy one-liners (It is a family trait, I can't help it! Blame my older brother):
Are you out?
Oh- and, does anyone know who sings that "I like it, I love it..." song? What is it called? What song is stuck in your head?
9.22.2008
Challenge........the little things
Economically speaking, the past week has been somewhat un-thankful for me. Our real estate ventures (or lack of ventures) have had some major hiccups. Watching the news this past week makes me want to start collecting spare change, stashing it in my freezer and hoarding every last cent that can be found.
Highest jump in oil prices in a single day ever- ugh. Wallstreet plummeting. A good way to see the bright side of not having any money invested- no money to lose.
Apparently our home is considered "un-loanable" right now, therefore, un-sell-able too. Didn't see that one coming.
It is so easy for me to think, "I'll do this when I have this." IE: I'll be able to keep the house more organized when I have a bigger house with more storage. When I have more money to decorate how I want, then I will really spend the time to make things look good.
This week's challenge is in combination with what should have been yesterday's Thankful Monday.
CHALLENGE......the little things
Whatever your current wish list is right now, forget about it. If you wish for a new house, find the things in your current home that you love, that you would miss. If you wish the kids would pick up their messes, acknowledge the creativity it takes to create them. Maybe your car leaks oil and clankety clanks down the road, but that perfectly sized trunk makes it OK.
I was quite sure that this week I would be packing up boxes, beginning the process of moving up in the real estate world. Reality is that it probably won't happen for a while- and you know what? That's alright. I didn't think it was. But it is.
If I moved, I might not have the perfectly portioned wall for this:
Are you in?
Highest jump in oil prices in a single day ever- ugh. Wallstreet plummeting. A good way to see the bright side of not having any money invested- no money to lose.
Apparently our home is considered "un-loanable" right now, therefore, un-sell-able too. Didn't see that one coming.
It is so easy for me to think, "I'll do this when I have this." IE: I'll be able to keep the house more organized when I have a bigger house with more storage. When I have more money to decorate how I want, then I will really spend the time to make things look good.
This week's challenge is in combination with what should have been yesterday's Thankful Monday.
CHALLENGE......the little things
Whatever your current wish list is right now, forget about it. If you wish for a new house, find the things in your current home that you love, that you would miss. If you wish the kids would pick up their messes, acknowledge the creativity it takes to create them. Maybe your car leaks oil and clankety clanks down the road, but that perfectly sized trunk makes it OK.
I was quite sure that this week I would be packing up boxes, beginning the process of moving up in the real estate world. Reality is that it probably won't happen for a while- and you know what? That's alright. I didn't think it was. But it is.
If I moved, I might not have the perfectly portioned wall for this:
My great-grandmother's dishes. They are the prominent feature in my dining room and quite possibly the best 48 inches in my house.
I haven't spent a lot of money decorating my home. These were inherited as a slight joke. I have lost my love of most things knick-knacky, but these farmers.....there is just something about them. A life of hard work, love and legacy. Just what I want to be in 50 years, minus the large noses, of course. If I packed them in a box and hauled them away, who knows what I would find when I opened it back up.
And the black kitchen walls? What was I thinking? I love them too. I don't think I could ever convince my husband to agree to black walls again. I would really miss them.
This corner. Ohhhhh myyyy.....I just can't lose this corner. These little chubby legs look so ridiculously cute standing in this corner. "Nose in" of course. If I had to move tomorrow, I would really miss this corner. I would really miss biting my lip so that I don't laugh while I am giving stern reprimands to a mischievous little girl.
If I moved to the quintessential bigger & better house, I could lose all of those things that I love. So, good thing I get to love them for a while longer.
Get it?
Got it?
Good.
What is the little thing that you are happy about this week? What WAS your "if only I had...." What perfect little detail are you going to concentrate on?
8.19.2008
CHALLENGE.......Bon Appetit
I was very tempted to not post a challenge today. I am still having too much fun reading the comments from yesterday! But, alas, rules are rules, and Tuesdays are new challenge day.
On the days that I actually act like a "proper" housewife and cook my family a "proper" homemade meal, rarely do I actually get to eat it while it is still hot.
A typical dinner would be the rush of the short order cooking, dishing up everyone's meals, pause for prayer, sit down to eat..... oh- wait, the 2-year-old needs a new fork. Now, I can eat.
Oops. Forgot the kids' milk. Ok. Done.
Now milk spills. Clean-up time.
Finally, sit down, raise first now-luke-warm bite to mouth....interruption....."I gotta go potty......"
Help 2-year-old, come back to eat. Now, 4-year-old needs second servings. The baby needs nursed. Eventually, usually after everyone else is nearing completion of their meal, I begin mine.
After almost 5 years of my housewife gig, daddy dearest has started to notice this mealtime regime, and is enforcing the "wait for mom before you eat" rule. But, then everyone's meals end up cold- so, I tell them to go ahead.
Is this just my house? Is this normal? Why, when it comes to dinnertime, am I always left on the back burner?
Then, there are the simple meals.
A peanut butter sandwich for the kids:
The remnants that I eat:
Again, is this just me? Hopefully not- or this challenge is going to leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Man, I am on a roll with all of these foodisms.
CHALLENGE........Bon Appetit
Treat yourself to a luxury meal. For me, this means sitting at the table, (not standing at the counter with a baby on my hip), and eating fresh food. Fresh as in, immediately after it is prepared- not when everyone else is prepared for me to enjoy it.
Make something that YOU like to eat. (gasp)
Serve yourself first. (bigger gasp)
Back in my career days, most meals were spent at my desk or stuffing my face between stoplights while going to see clients. Imagine going to a restaurant or even a shady park and actually relaxing for a quick break. Most of us spend so much time serving others- this is the week to serve ourselves- or at least our stomachs.
I might even eat breakfast before 10 a.m. It might even be something more than a few handfuls of dry cereal or scrambled eggs (not handfuls of eggs, in case you were confused. Except, actually, I guess I do technically pick the leftover bits out of the pan after I dish up the kids' plates). I wonder if my body will go into shock from being fed well and on a somewhat scheduled basis this week?!
What is your favorite meal? When was the last time you actually got to eat it? How about the last time you got to enjoy it?
On the days that I actually act like a "proper" housewife and cook my family a "proper" homemade meal, rarely do I actually get to eat it while it is still hot.
A typical dinner would be the rush of the short order cooking, dishing up everyone's meals, pause for prayer, sit down to eat..... oh- wait, the 2-year-old needs a new fork. Now, I can eat.
Oops. Forgot the kids' milk. Ok. Done.
Now milk spills. Clean-up time.
Finally, sit down, raise first now-luke-warm bite to mouth....interruption....."I gotta go potty......"
Help 2-year-old, come back to eat. Now, 4-year-old needs second servings. The baby needs nursed. Eventually, usually after everyone else is nearing completion of their meal, I begin mine.
After almost 5 years of my housewife gig, daddy dearest has started to notice this mealtime regime, and is enforcing the "wait for mom before you eat" rule. But, then everyone's meals end up cold- so, I tell them to go ahead.
Is this just my house? Is this normal? Why, when it comes to dinnertime, am I always left on the back burner?
Then, there are the simple meals.
A peanut butter sandwich for the kids:
The remnants that I eat:
Again, is this just me? Hopefully not- or this challenge is going to leave a bitter taste in my mouth. Man, I am on a roll with all of these foodisms.
CHALLENGE........Bon Appetit
Treat yourself to a luxury meal. For me, this means sitting at the table, (not standing at the counter with a baby on my hip), and eating fresh food. Fresh as in, immediately after it is prepared- not when everyone else is prepared for me to enjoy it.
Make something that YOU like to eat. (gasp)
Serve yourself first. (bigger gasp)
Back in my career days, most meals were spent at my desk or stuffing my face between stoplights while going to see clients. Imagine going to a restaurant or even a shady park and actually relaxing for a quick break. Most of us spend so much time serving others- this is the week to serve ourselves- or at least our stomachs.
I might even eat breakfast before 10 a.m. It might even be something more than a few handfuls of dry cereal or scrambled eggs (not handfuls of eggs, in case you were confused. Except, actually, I guess I do technically pick the leftover bits out of the pan after I dish up the kids' plates). I wonder if my body will go into shock from being fed well and on a somewhat scheduled basis this week?!
What is your favorite meal? When was the last time you actually got to eat it? How about the last time you got to enjoy it?
8.05.2008
CHALLENGE.......jack of all trades, master of SOME
Nancy Drew and the Sweet Valley Twins (popular late 80's/early 90's book characters), were great friends of mine 15+ years ago. Together, we would hide away in the depths of my overflowing tween closet, racing to finish chapter after chapter instead of more "productive" activities such as cleaning or practicing the piano.
There are 5 children in my family. 3 boys, 2 girls. Without much objection, I am the bossiest and loudest. I remember growing up: showing off for attention, batting my lashes for praise and brushing my hair 100 strokes each night. That is what Claudia, from the book series, The Baby-sitter's Club, did to have gorgeous hair- and she never wore the same outfit twice.
Taking this great literary example to heart, I spent my spare time babysitting many unlucky kids in order to afford the luxuries of the local mall. Meanwhile, my siblings were working their tails off for more long-term rewards
Brother #1 is a doctor and does his personal home remodeling on the side. Brother #2 is an amazing musician- can play any instrument- and a published author. My sister can play the piano beautifully, teaches her small children sign language and never forgets anyone's birthday. I thought I had hope in my little brother- but nooooo- he has decided to get all impressive on me too- He just graduated with a 4-year degree and is now studying for graduate school.
Whatever.
Seriously.
Mom- I know you secretly read this blog- maybe you should have tied me to the piano bench and withheld my food until I practiced.
I loved to try new things- the love was always at first sight though- and never lasted long. There was the year of softball, the year of gymnastics, the years of karate and clarinet. My on again, off again relationships with piano and swimming lessons, 4-h photography & babysitting. I dabbled in crafts and sang a great lip sync to Ace of Base.
I was then, and am now, the classic jack of all trades, master of none.
CHALLENGE........jack of all trades, master of SOME
We all have something we are good at. The problem is if we can recognize it. As women, we compare ourselves so harshly to one another. In a poll a while back, 100% of you said that you compared yourself to others. I am going to take a wild guess and assume that these comparisons were in a self-depreciating light.
After a bit of reflection, I am forcing myself to acknowledge that my "talents" don't necessarily need to be flashy or showy.
This week's challenge rules:
Identify 3 things that you are good at- some sort of talent- whether it be an amazing voice or the ability to get your white laundry brilliantly bright. Maybe you can parallel park in 2 easy maneuvers like they teach you in drivers ed. Can anyone really do that?
Comment here with your skills or write them somewhere that you will see them all week long.
Take a few minutes to recognize a little lovely about yourself, and try to be proud of it!
If you have trouble, ask someone else- a close friend, your 2-year-old, anyone. Don't question what they tell you. Accept the praise.
This challenge is similar to one a few months ago, but I think most of you out there, me too, need a little nudge in finding the good within.
My "special talents" will be listed in the comments.
There are 5 children in my family. 3 boys, 2 girls. Without much objection, I am the bossiest and loudest. I remember growing up: showing off for attention, batting my lashes for praise and brushing my hair 100 strokes each night. That is what Claudia, from the book series, The Baby-sitter's Club, did to have gorgeous hair- and she never wore the same outfit twice.
Taking this great literary example to heart, I spent my spare time babysitting many unlucky kids in order to afford the luxuries of the local mall. Meanwhile, my siblings were working their tails off for more long-term rewards
Brother #1 is a doctor and does his personal home remodeling on the side. Brother #2 is an amazing musician- can play any instrument- and a published author. My sister can play the piano beautifully, teaches her small children sign language and never forgets anyone's birthday. I thought I had hope in my little brother- but nooooo- he has decided to get all impressive on me too- He just graduated with a 4-year degree and is now studying for graduate school.
Whatever.
Seriously.
Mom- I know you secretly read this blog- maybe you should have tied me to the piano bench and withheld my food until I practiced.
I loved to try new things- the love was always at first sight though- and never lasted long. There was the year of softball, the year of gymnastics, the years of karate and clarinet. My on again, off again relationships with piano and swimming lessons, 4-h photography & babysitting. I dabbled in crafts and sang a great lip sync to Ace of Base.
I was then, and am now, the classic jack of all trades, master of none.
CHALLENGE........jack of all trades, master of SOME
We all have something we are good at. The problem is if we can recognize it. As women, we compare ourselves so harshly to one another. In a poll a while back, 100% of you said that you compared yourself to others. I am going to take a wild guess and assume that these comparisons were in a self-depreciating light.
After a bit of reflection, I am forcing myself to acknowledge that my "talents" don't necessarily need to be flashy or showy.
This week's challenge rules:
Identify 3 things that you are good at- some sort of talent- whether it be an amazing voice or the ability to get your white laundry brilliantly bright. Maybe you can parallel park in 2 easy maneuvers like they teach you in drivers ed. Can anyone really do that?
Comment here with your skills or write them somewhere that you will see them all week long.
Take a few minutes to recognize a little lovely about yourself, and try to be proud of it!
If you have trouble, ask someone else- a close friend, your 2-year-old, anyone. Don't question what they tell you. Accept the praise.
This challenge is similar to one a few months ago, but I think most of you out there, me too, need a little nudge in finding the good within.
My "special talents" will be listed in the comments.
7.28.2008
CHALLENGE............Media Meltdown
Just over 2 years ago, we moved our little family out of the ghetto in the city to a "fixer-upper" in the country. Since most of our budget was blown on the "fixer-upper" part of the equation, we cut out the "extra's." Out with Kellogg's and in with Malt O' Meal. Good bye bottled water, hello tap. We put a little more effort into opening the windows at night and not using the AC. We did not get the Internet.
And, really, truly, I did not even miss it all that much.....
until we got it back.
After 1 1/2 years off-line, we rejoined this century and justified the expense.
Of course, the plan was to bank on line, pay bills, be able to email.............. then I discovered the world of blogs. At 8 months pregnant with heartburn keeping me awake and nothing but infomercials on tv, I became a woman obsessed.
How had I missed so much technology change in such a short amount of time? And, my-oh-my, have I made up for lost time.
All of the sudden I felt like I had friends surrounding me. Blogging is like having co-workers to bond with. Being a stay-at-home-mom, living out in the country, surrounded by fields, the Internet all of the sudden connected me to the adult world again. I could have a much-needed girls' night out just by sitting on my couch and gabbing through the keyboard.
Fast forward 7 months, and my family seems to be constantly plugged in- one way or another. My children watch way too much tv while "mommy is working" on the computer, working, riiigghhtt. Once the evening news comes on, the TV seems to stay on much longer than needed and I check this blog for all of your lovely comments ridiculously often.
CHALLENGE..........Media Meltdown
Pick your time frame. (For me, it will be 2 days, a full 48 hours).
Go without any media for that time. No TV and no Internet. Depending on your situation, you might want to throw in Ipods, texting, etc.
I am hoping to use my new "free time" this week to play catch- up after the big family vacation. Besides housework, maybe I will be a better mom for a few days- read a few more books & play a few more games. Maybe I will be a better wife- a little calmer, a little more "on top of it." Maybe, and mostly what I want, is to be a better me for a few days- a little -A LOT- more productive and to re-align my priorities.
Can you do it? Will you even consider trying? How much do you rely on the Internet and TV in your life?
And, really, truly, I did not even miss it all that much.....
until we got it back.
After 1 1/2 years off-line, we rejoined this century and justified the expense.
Of course, the plan was to bank on line, pay bills, be able to email.............. then I discovered the world of blogs. At 8 months pregnant with heartburn keeping me awake and nothing but infomercials on tv, I became a woman obsessed.
How had I missed so much technology change in such a short amount of time? And, my-oh-my, have I made up for lost time.
All of the sudden I felt like I had friends surrounding me. Blogging is like having co-workers to bond with. Being a stay-at-home-mom, living out in the country, surrounded by fields, the Internet all of the sudden connected me to the adult world again. I could have a much-needed girls' night out just by sitting on my couch and gabbing through the keyboard.
Fast forward 7 months, and my family seems to be constantly plugged in- one way or another. My children watch way too much tv while "mommy is working" on the computer, working, riiigghhtt. Once the evening news comes on, the TV seems to stay on much longer than needed and I check this blog for all of your lovely comments ridiculously often.
CHALLENGE..........Media Meltdown
Pick your time frame. (For me, it will be 2 days, a full 48 hours).
Go without any media for that time. No TV and no Internet. Depending on your situation, you might want to throw in Ipods, texting, etc.
I am hoping to use my new "free time" this week to play catch- up after the big family vacation. Besides housework, maybe I will be a better mom for a few days- read a few more books & play a few more games. Maybe I will be a better wife- a little calmer, a little more "on top of it." Maybe, and mostly what I want, is to be a better me for a few days- a little -A LOT- more productive and to re-align my priorities.
Can you do it? Will you even consider trying? How much do you rely on the Internet and TV in your life?
And the winner is.......missing?!
Stacey, who said: ..............If I HAD to pick one favorite piece it would be the Faith, Hope, Love piece because I think that is so true of everything (especially marriage) in life!
Congrats Stacey! And of course, thank you to Lisa Leonard for your amazing designs!
Last week's winner of the Apostrophy Necklace has yet to claim her prize. "Jane," you have 3 days until it goes to someone else.
Congrats Stacey! And of course, thank you to Lisa Leonard for your amazing designs!
Last week's winner of the Apostrophy Necklace has yet to claim her prize. "Jane," you have 3 days until it goes to someone else.
7.21.2008
Thankful MonDAY....... let me count the ways
Few former teachers would argue (or faithful blog readers) that I can take seemingly any topic and write about it to great lengths. Many college papers of mine were filled with page after page of writing that could have been condensed to a short little paragraph. Someday, I am going to start a movement in the education world to give A's to the students who can say the most while writing the least- not who can fill up 8 pages without double spacing. Thank goodness no one started that movement while I was in school......
I digress.
The point is..... my Thankful Monday is going to be a less is more type of post-
1) Today, I love that a recipe which includes Cool-Whip, cream cheese and cake can be considered a salad, (not dessert), just by adding J-E-L-L-O. (and yes, you should read J-E-L-L-O spelled out, in a sing-songy voice).
2) Snopes.com Many friends (and I really do love you all), forward stories that scare the bejeebers out of me, causeing a paranoid-freak-out-mother like me to want a bunker built under my house to hide my children from society. I also get nervous about the promised lifetime of bad luck for not forwarding said scary stories to 38 of my closest friends and family.
If you don't know what Snopes.com is, you should. Type a few words in their search bar & voila! You will find out if your latest forward is a true story or not- I have yet to actually get a true one.
3) Washable markers. This could easily become a very long one- involving lots of "Oh-no you didn't!" and "on a 5-month-old?!?!"
4) GIVEAWAYS! When I first started blogging, I thought I would give stuff away to help me earn money. The Google ads I have on this blog have really, really been paying off- $2.24 so far- That is like 8 candy bars plus tax if I hit the sales right- BUT- I have changed my motivation for all of this- it is SO FUN to read all of your comments & give stuff away- Almost as good as a "salad" with cream cheese and jello......maybe even better. So, thanks for playing along!
And that, my friends, is what I am thankful for today. How about you?
I digress.
The point is..... my Thankful Monday is going to be a less is more type of post-
1) Today, I love that a recipe which includes Cool-Whip, cream cheese and cake can be considered a salad, (not dessert), just by adding J-E-L-L-O. (and yes, you should read J-E-L-L-O spelled out, in a sing-songy voice).
2) Snopes.com Many friends (and I really do love you all), forward stories that scare the bejeebers out of me, causeing a paranoid-freak-out-mother like me to want a bunker built under my house to hide my children from society. I also get nervous about the promised lifetime of bad luck for not forwarding said scary stories to 38 of my closest friends and family.
If you don't know what Snopes.com is, you should. Type a few words in their search bar & voila! You will find out if your latest forward is a true story or not- I have yet to actually get a true one.
3) Washable markers. This could easily become a very long one- involving lots of "Oh-no you didn't!" and "on a 5-month-old?!?!"
4) GIVEAWAYS! When I first started blogging, I thought I would give stuff away to help me earn money. The Google ads I have on this blog have really, really been paying off- $2.24 so far- That is like 8 candy bars plus tax if I hit the sales right- BUT- I have changed my motivation for all of this- it is SO FUN to read all of your comments & give stuff away- Almost as good as a "salad" with cream cheese and jello......maybe even better. So, thanks for playing along!
And that, my friends, is what I am thankful for today. How about you?
7.08.2008
CHALLENGE......Procrastinate Not
Months and months ago, my sister-in-laws and I had the brilliant idea to create a book for our husbands' grandmother about her life. LAST summer we started, and planned to finish the book well in time for a Christmas gift. Christmas came and went, Grandma passed away and we continued our brilliant idea.... now to be finished in time for the summer's family reunion. The reunion is now 2 weeks away, one sister-in-law has worked A LOT on the project and the other two.....not so much. I, (surprise, surprise), am in the "other two" category.
I am the QUEEN of procrastination. In fact, I am so good at it, that my days revolve around playing catch-up on everything I procrastinate. Today, for example:
Woke up- late.
Instead of feeding my kids breakfast, we all went outside while I attempted to find my pumpkin and tomato plants underneath a thick blanket of weeds.
After finishing about 1/3 of the rows, we went inside- 3 out 4 of the group crying in hunger. Then, I let the 2 & 4-year-old eat chips while I nursed the baby. Yes, I said chips for breakfast.
Finally, we had cold cereal 3 hours after waking up.
NEXT: talked on the phone with aforementioned sister-in-laws and realized that the midnight hour of our project was here.
THEN: Of course, I had to check my blog, email, daily surf sites....because you know, that is a necessity when you have actual important things to do.
Glancing at the clock, I contemplated putting off my errands in town until tomorrow, but then remembered I had an even bigger project to procrastinate, so of course, went to town. After spending the entire afternoon in town, running errands, paying bills that should have been paid long ago, and buying some flowers- because you know, I needed to buy new flowers today, because, you know, I don't have enough yard projects that I am not caught up on....refer back to the beginning of the day.
Eventually, we made it home. The kids found their 2nd wind and now, after 10 pm, the 2-year-old is still awake and singing her own rendition of "Moooommmmmm, I neeeeedddd a dddrriiiinnnnk," over and over again. I guess I was asking for it when I let her have chips for breakfast.
So, here I sit, typing away on my blog- instead of Grandma's book. I am sitting next to a humongous pile of unfolded laundry, and looking at a table full of dirty dishes. I have until tomorrow mid-day to have my part of the book finished. I should probably get on with this week's challenge and maybe get started.
Speaking of this week's challenge- did anyone notice that it is the END of Tuesday that it is being posted this week? I guess I procrastinated that too. Go figure.
CHALLENGE.....Procrastinate Not
As far as playing catch up to past procrastinations- we aren't even going to go there- this would have to become a lifetime challenge for me if we did that- SO....
NO procrastinating this week! Do the task right off the bat.
Wow. I am smiling just thinking about how amazing my day would go if I would just get things done as they come to me.
Old habits are hard to break, but if only for a few days- hopefully a week, stay on top of things. Think constantly, this little jingle I just invented...
A date. A date...to not procrastinate.
A date. A date.....to not procrastinate!
Dorky, I know, but I bet you will think it at least once this week.
And an evil side of me hopes that you get this silly little chant stuck in your head all day long. HA!
So, anyone "in?"
I am the QUEEN of procrastination. In fact, I am so good at it, that my days revolve around playing catch-up on everything I procrastinate. Today, for example:
Woke up- late.
Instead of feeding my kids breakfast, we all went outside while I attempted to find my pumpkin and tomato plants underneath a thick blanket of weeds.
After finishing about 1/3 of the rows, we went inside- 3 out 4 of the group crying in hunger. Then, I let the 2 & 4-year-old eat chips while I nursed the baby. Yes, I said chips for breakfast.
Finally, we had cold cereal 3 hours after waking up.
NEXT: talked on the phone with aforementioned sister-in-laws and realized that the midnight hour of our project was here.
THEN: Of course, I had to check my blog, email, daily surf sites....because you know, that is a necessity when you have actual important things to do.
Glancing at the clock, I contemplated putting off my errands in town until tomorrow, but then remembered I had an even bigger project to procrastinate, so of course, went to town. After spending the entire afternoon in town, running errands, paying bills that should have been paid long ago, and buying some flowers- because you know, I needed to buy new flowers today, because, you know, I don't have enough yard projects that I am not caught up on....refer back to the beginning of the day.
Eventually, we made it home. The kids found their 2nd wind and now, after 10 pm, the 2-year-old is still awake and singing her own rendition of "Moooommmmmm, I neeeeedddd a dddrriiiinnnnk," over and over again. I guess I was asking for it when I let her have chips for breakfast.
So, here I sit, typing away on my blog- instead of Grandma's book. I am sitting next to a humongous pile of unfolded laundry, and looking at a table full of dirty dishes. I have until tomorrow mid-day to have my part of the book finished. I should probably get on with this week's challenge and maybe get started.
Speaking of this week's challenge- did anyone notice that it is the END of Tuesday that it is being posted this week? I guess I procrastinated that too. Go figure.
CHALLENGE.....Procrastinate Not
As far as playing catch up to past procrastinations- we aren't even going to go there- this would have to become a lifetime challenge for me if we did that- SO....
NO procrastinating this week! Do the task right off the bat.
Wow. I am smiling just thinking about how amazing my day would go if I would just get things done as they come to me.
Old habits are hard to break, but if only for a few days- hopefully a week, stay on top of things. Think constantly, this little jingle I just invented...
A date. A date...to not procrastinate.
A date. A date.....to not procrastinate!
Dorky, I know, but I bet you will think it at least once this week.
And an evil side of me hopes that you get this silly little chant stuck in your head all day long. HA!
So, anyone "in?"
6.17.2008
CHALLENGE.........Grand Re-opening
Furniture stores do it all the time. Car lots too. In fact, I think our local furniture warehouse has "opened" 5 times.
SOOOO- the blog had a makeover, which means it is time to start over! It is the Grand Re-Opening of the Ponytail Challenge.
Back to basics.
Those who have been with me from the beginning- way back 3 months ago, skip ahead. Those who haven't, let me explain. It is so much more than a ponytail......
You know you have one. You have your standard "do." Your hair might be short, maybe long- maybe somewhere in between. Likely though, you do it the same, day after day after day. For me, it is in a ponytail. Not a cute ponytail- a grab the closest stretchy item (rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, the baby's headband, snip some old nylons w/the scissors- sounds crazy, but it works great), reach, slick, twist and voila- 15 seconds and I am ready for the day. Cute eh? Not really, but it could be- if I just took a little time for me.....even an extra 30 seconds to add a part & ribbon. A little pretty instead of a little frump.
Take some time just for you.
CHALLENGE.......Ponytail Challenge
You cannot put your hair in a ponytail for 1 week (If your standard "do" is something else, change that- you get the idea.)
Whatever. I hear your whining now. It is too hot. Are you serious? It is summer time. I have yard work to do. Blah. Blah. Blah.
You will thank me, I promise. Do your hair- you will look good and most importantly of all, you will feel good. I am not saying you can't pull your hair up- just pull it up with a little effort. IE: I can still wear my hair in a ponytail, but I need to actually brush it, part it, use a real hair elastic, and ohhhhhh....my....curl the ends even. Quite possibly, when it is 90 degrees tomorrow, I will put one of those cutesy scarf thingy's around my head too. Don't have a cutesy scarf thingy, but still adamant on a ponytail- (with effort, of course)? I saw a woman at a churchy function using a man's tie. It was darling! Anyhow, my point is...and we all know I tend to get a little off track....do your hair everyday for a week.
Also, seeing how this is a Grand Re-Opening, we definitely need a grand prize. Leave a comment to be in a drawing next week. The winner will receive $$$ from me for her favorite hair salon and/or a beauty supply place, like a gift card to Sally's or whatever happens to be the hair care place to go in the winner's hometown. $20
Put the Ponytail Challenge link button (see column on left), on your blog & get an extra chance. Be sure to let me know about it of course!
Here's to happy hair. Are you in?
By the way- for those who read yesterday's post....I am going to do it. Be prepared - I will be fishing for and needing encouragement. Maybe some of you will even play along.
SOOOO- the blog had a makeover, which means it is time to start over! It is the Grand Re-Opening of the Ponytail Challenge.
Back to basics.
Those who have been with me from the beginning- way back 3 months ago, skip ahead. Those who haven't, let me explain. It is so much more than a ponytail......
You know you have one. You have your standard "do." Your hair might be short, maybe long- maybe somewhere in between. Likely though, you do it the same, day after day after day. For me, it is in a ponytail. Not a cute ponytail- a grab the closest stretchy item (rubber band off the rolled up newspaper, the baby's headband, snip some old nylons w/the scissors- sounds crazy, but it works great), reach, slick, twist and voila- 15 seconds and I am ready for the day. Cute eh? Not really, but it could be- if I just took a little time for me.....even an extra 30 seconds to add a part & ribbon. A little pretty instead of a little frump.
Take some time just for you.
CHALLENGE.......Ponytail Challenge
You cannot put your hair in a ponytail for 1 week (If your standard "do" is something else, change that- you get the idea.)
Whatever. I hear your whining now. It is too hot. Are you serious? It is summer time. I have yard work to do. Blah. Blah. Blah.
You will thank me, I promise. Do your hair- you will look good and most importantly of all, you will feel good. I am not saying you can't pull your hair up- just pull it up with a little effort. IE: I can still wear my hair in a ponytail, but I need to actually brush it, part it, use a real hair elastic, and ohhhhhh....my....curl the ends even. Quite possibly, when it is 90 degrees tomorrow, I will put one of those cutesy scarf thingy's around my head too. Don't have a cutesy scarf thingy, but still adamant on a ponytail- (with effort, of course)? I saw a woman at a churchy function using a man's tie. It was darling! Anyhow, my point is...and we all know I tend to get a little off track....do your hair everyday for a week.
Also, seeing how this is a Grand Re-Opening, we definitely need a grand prize. Leave a comment to be in a drawing next week. The winner will receive $$$ from me for her favorite hair salon and/or a beauty supply place, like a gift card to Sally's or whatever happens to be the hair care place to go in the winner's hometown. $20
Put the Ponytail Challenge link button (see column on left), on your blog & get an extra chance. Be sure to let me know about it of course!
Here's to happy hair. Are you in?
By the way- for those who read yesterday's post....I am going to do it. Be prepared - I will be fishing for and needing encouragement. Maybe some of you will even play along.
6.04.2008
The suspense.....who wins?
Now then, before I divulge the name of the Leaving Comfort Zone Challenges, I need to chastise you all a bit.
What is the matter? Just because I am not offering a prize you aren't signing on to this weeks' challenge? It could possibly be because this week's challenge is a little lame, but give me a break....I am only so creative & I had to come up with 5 last week! That is pushing it for a somewhat lazy mom who takes 3 days to do simple math to add up chances for a random drawing. And to think, I went to Math Camp when I was 10. I'm not kidding. I went to Math Camp. I was so cool. It was awesome.
This is what your family room will look like if you ignore your children while adding, writing and cutting out 95 entries for a drawing.
Who am I kidding? It always looks like this....but it all could directly be linked/blamed on blogging. So readers: it is all your fault! Come clean my family room.
I had some torturous flashbacks to writing and addressing wedding invitations many years ago. Now, I know why I fail to mail out Christmas cards. Writing names over and over again is not a lot of fun. It does however take a lot of time.
Ok, getting on with it:
I have to admit, I was kinda banking on challenger Abby winning. She had over 10 entries. Stupid random drawings! But, congrats to Kambria.
Kambria, you get to choose between a gift card from Victoria's Secret, Best Buy, or Maverick. Kambria happens to be a friend of mine from growing up. I promise I did not rig this drawing. How can I prove it? My children are illiterate and they drew out the name. It is okay that they are illiterate for a few more years, then I will have to start being a better mother. Now, if memory serves me correctly, I am guessing Kambria will choose the Victoria's Secret gift card for their lotion. Pear Glaze scented, if I were a betting woman.
Let me know what you would like. Also, a shout out to Curves for Women of St. George, UT. They have donated a 2-week-membership to Paula, who won the last contest a few weeks ago. Thanks Curves!
What is the matter? Just because I am not offering a prize you aren't signing on to this weeks' challenge? It could possibly be because this week's challenge is a little lame, but give me a break....I am only so creative & I had to come up with 5 last week! That is pushing it for a somewhat lazy mom who takes 3 days to do simple math to add up chances for a random drawing. And to think, I went to Math Camp when I was 10. I'm not kidding. I went to Math Camp. I was so cool. It was awesome.
This is what your family room will look like if you ignore your children while adding, writing and cutting out 95 entries for a drawing.
Who am I kidding? It always looks like this....but it all could directly be linked/blamed on blogging. So readers: it is all your fault! Come clean my family room.
I had some torturous flashbacks to writing and addressing wedding invitations many years ago. Now, I know why I fail to mail out Christmas cards. Writing names over and over again is not a lot of fun. It does however take a lot of time.
Ok, getting on with it:
I have to admit, I was kinda banking on challenger Abby winning. She had over 10 entries. Stupid random drawings! But, congrats to Kambria.
Kambria, you get to choose between a gift card from Victoria's Secret, Best Buy, or Maverick. Kambria happens to be a friend of mine from growing up. I promise I did not rig this drawing. How can I prove it? My children are illiterate and they drew out the name. It is okay that they are illiterate for a few more years, then I will have to start being a better mother. Now, if memory serves me correctly, I am guessing Kambria will choose the Victoria's Secret gift card for their lotion. Pear Glaze scented, if I were a betting woman.
Let me know what you would like. Also, a shout out to Curves for Women of St. George, UT. They have donated a 2-week-membership to Paula, who won the last contest a few weeks ago. Thanks Curves!
6.02.2008
CHALLENGE.......POP goes the bubble.
I have a bubble.
No, not the cute, float-in-the-air bubble. AND, I don't care how old you are- soap bubbles are still amazing.
Not a bubble gum bubble, (although I have always wished I could blow really good bubble gum bubbles like the cool girls in 7th grade).
Not a snot bubble. My daughter can blow snot bubbles that are very impressive. And, very disgusting.
Not a spit bubble- I like those...but only when they come out of my 4-month-old. My 4-year-old can't figure out why it isn't quite as cute when he does it. He had a major drool issue well past 3-years-old, I have seen plenty of his spit- it just isn't cute once they speak in full sentences.
So, back to my bubble.
I have a personal space bubble..... a really, really big one. Those who know me well, know that part of my own brand of craziness includes no hugs, no touchy-feely stuff. Not even my parents get hugs from me. I honestly cannot tell you when the last time I hugged my father was...... maybe as a young child? I don't know.
In college, if someone would sit on the same couch as me, I would get up and move to the other couch. I don't think I am weird...ok, yes I do.... but not because of "the bubble." Well....maybe a little because of my bubble.....but, that would have to be a whole other blog.
Anyhow....yes, there is a point to this too-much-information that I am giving you.
Once I became a mother, my bubble popped......sorta. My kids are inside the bubble. My husband can enter the bubble zone too. He would probably argue that statement, but since he doesn't ever read this, he can't argue. So, just assume that I am always right about everything in my marriage. Because, I am.
Other than that though- I am a crazy basket case when people enter my "zone." I am polite and usually give the half hug: other person's arms go out, I slyly turn to the side for the lean. Even at this though, I am awkward and weird. My brain reverts back to the brace faced, hair slightly mulleted, need to buy a better bra, teen from my past all over again.
The challenge for the week:
Pop your bubble.
Even if you aren't, (which you probably aren't), as crazy as me, I am sure you have some sort of bubble.
Maybe it is too small. Maybe it is too big. Maybe it is just right...if so, then I say you suffer from need-a-bubble-itis. If you suffer from this, lets diagnose you with one of the following bubbles:
My house must be perfectly clean bubble, (I definitely don't have this bubble and my husband definitely wouldn't argue that.)
Maybe a:
Toys must be put back in the exact location bubble.
How about:
Germs are everywhere bubble.
Oooohhh... I like this one:
The, My kids touched a dog and now must be infested with fleas bubble. (I might...maybe....just slightly also suffer from this one.)
Anyhow- basically, whatever you are a little crazy about- whatever your crazy bubble is made up of, relax about it this week. Me, for example: When that all-too-touchy-see-him-and-walk-briskly-the-other-way, (mustn't run in holy places), guy at church puts his arm around my shoulders, I will try not to feel the need to shudder. That was mean, I know, but he is a little creepy. When I see my sister next, I will hug her back. My dad and brothers? Hmmm. Well, I just wouldn't be me without a little of my crazy still, so, that will have to be sometime in the future....the far future. It is okay though- because they would be just as weirded out as me.
Time to get hopping...I mean popping.
No, not the cute, float-in-the-air bubble. AND, I don't care how old you are- soap bubbles are still amazing.
Not a bubble gum bubble, (although I have always wished I could blow really good bubble gum bubbles like the cool girls in 7th grade).
Not a snot bubble. My daughter can blow snot bubbles that are very impressive. And, very disgusting.
Not a spit bubble- I like those...but only when they come out of my 4-month-old. My 4-year-old can't figure out why it isn't quite as cute when he does it. He had a major drool issue well past 3-years-old, I have seen plenty of his spit- it just isn't cute once they speak in full sentences.
So, back to my bubble.
I have a personal space bubble..... a really, really big one. Those who know me well, know that part of my own brand of craziness includes no hugs, no touchy-feely stuff. Not even my parents get hugs from me. I honestly cannot tell you when the last time I hugged my father was...... maybe as a young child? I don't know.
In college, if someone would sit on the same couch as me, I would get up and move to the other couch. I don't think I am weird...ok, yes I do.... but not because of "the bubble." Well....maybe a little because of my bubble.....but, that would have to be a whole other blog.
Anyhow....yes, there is a point to this too-much-information that I am giving you.
Once I became a mother, my bubble popped......sorta. My kids are inside the bubble. My husband can enter the bubble zone too. He would probably argue that statement, but since he doesn't ever read this, he can't argue. So, just assume that I am always right about everything in my marriage. Because, I am.
Other than that though- I am a crazy basket case when people enter my "zone." I am polite and usually give the half hug: other person's arms go out, I slyly turn to the side for the lean. Even at this though, I am awkward and weird. My brain reverts back to the brace faced, hair slightly mulleted, need to buy a better bra, teen from my past all over again.
The challenge for the week:
Pop your bubble.
Even if you aren't, (which you probably aren't), as crazy as me, I am sure you have some sort of bubble.
Maybe it is too small. Maybe it is too big. Maybe it is just right...if so, then I say you suffer from need-a-bubble-itis. If you suffer from this, lets diagnose you with one of the following bubbles:
My house must be perfectly clean bubble, (I definitely don't have this bubble and my husband definitely wouldn't argue that.)
Maybe a:
Toys must be put back in the exact location bubble.
How about:
Germs are everywhere bubble.
Oooohhh... I like this one:
The, My kids touched a dog and now must be infested with fleas bubble. (I might...maybe....just slightly also suffer from this one.)
Anyhow- basically, whatever you are a little crazy about- whatever your crazy bubble is made up of, relax about it this week. Me, for example: When that all-too-touchy-see-him-and-walk-briskly-the-other-way, (mustn't run in holy places), guy at church puts his arm around my shoulders, I will try not to feel the need to shudder. That was mean, I know, but he is a little creepy. When I see my sister next, I will hug her back. My dad and brothers? Hmmm. Well, I just wouldn't be me without a little of my crazy still, so, that will have to be sometime in the future....the far future. It is okay though- because they would be just as weirded out as me.
Time to get hopping...I mean popping.
5.28.2008
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 3
Play Dress-Up
Thanks to our local library and a book called, Fancy Nancy, (very cute book for little girls), my daughter was quite adamant that I wear a crown/tiara to a restaurant. This isn't just any crown. This is a dollar store trophy crown, complete with faux fur and big sparkly jewels in pink and purple.
In the book, Fancy Nancy's entire family plays dress-up with her and they all go out to dinner. Now, I am not quite ready to stray that far from my comfort zone.... so.....
We compromised that I would wear the crown in the car on the way, but I got to take it off when we got there. On a whim, I decided that maybe my daughter's excitement was slightly more important than the opinion of the surrounding motorists.
I felt soooooo silly and self conscious while driving. At all the red lights I would glance around to see if anyone was looking- they weren't. I also felt a little "special"......in an odd, embarrassing sort of way. I did however, step up a notch in the cool factor with my toddler. I think I will try it again when she is 15. Somehow, I don't think she will find it so "cool" at that point.
Anyhow, this little episode is actually what sparked the idea for this week's challenges.
So, dress up somehow, beyond your normal "comfort zone."
For some of you, it might mean bright red fingernail polish. Maybe wear that shirt that you love, but it just shows a little too well the "arm flap." If you don't know what arm flap is.... don't worry, you will....someday. Just hope it is a someday far, far away.
Maybe wear high heels to the grocery store- whatever gets you out of your comfort zone, even if only for a while.
If you are really adventurous, go in full out costume somewhere..... if you do & take a picture to prove it, I will add your name in 5 extra times to the drawing. Good thing I am not eligible for the prize, because I don't know if I could handle all that pressure!
Have fun! And, as always, leave your comment to be in again for the prize.
Thanks to our local library and a book called, Fancy Nancy, (very cute book for little girls), my daughter was quite adamant that I wear a crown/tiara to a restaurant. This isn't just any crown. This is a dollar store trophy crown, complete with faux fur and big sparkly jewels in pink and purple.
In the book, Fancy Nancy's entire family plays dress-up with her and they all go out to dinner. Now, I am not quite ready to stray that far from my comfort zone.... so.....
We compromised that I would wear the crown in the car on the way, but I got to take it off when we got there. On a whim, I decided that maybe my daughter's excitement was slightly more important than the opinion of the surrounding motorists.
I felt soooooo silly and self conscious while driving. At all the red lights I would glance around to see if anyone was looking- they weren't. I also felt a little "special"......in an odd, embarrassing sort of way. I did however, step up a notch in the cool factor with my toddler. I think I will try it again when she is 15. Somehow, I don't think she will find it so "cool" at that point.
Anyhow, this little episode is actually what sparked the idea for this week's challenges.
So, dress up somehow, beyond your normal "comfort zone."
For some of you, it might mean bright red fingernail polish. Maybe wear that shirt that you love, but it just shows a little too well the "arm flap." If you don't know what arm flap is.... don't worry, you will....someday. Just hope it is a someday far, far away.
Maybe wear high heels to the grocery store- whatever gets you out of your comfort zone, even if only for a while.
If you are really adventurous, go in full out costume somewhere..... if you do & take a picture to prove it, I will add your name in 5 extra times to the drawing. Good thing I am not eligible for the prize, because I don't know if I could handle all that pressure!
Have fun! And, as always, leave your comment to be in again for the prize.
5.26.2008
Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Complete opposites. Vinegar & water. Salt & sugar.
I am quite certain that I am the sugar.
The saying "opposites attract" would be the definition of my husband and I's relationship. I don't think this attribute always has an attraction result, but for the most part, we do all right.
He is very extrovert. Me- not so much....I mean, not at all.
He cracks the risque jokes and likes to be the life of the party.
I find my safe corner of the room and stuff my face with appetizers.
My husband will laugh at any joke and get fired up about sporting events.... loudly fired up.... you know the kind- jumping off the couch, screaming at the TV, pumping his fist- you get the idea.
I politely clap. If everyone else is cheering, I might add in a little "woo-hoo."
Dare me? How dare he?
He even strutted his stuff at a family reunion in a G-string just to win a bet.
I will avoid any potentially embarrassing situation like the plague.
If you are still imagining an extended family member wearing a G-string in front of the family, also include an almost 90-year-old Grandma cheering him on.
He lives much more in the "moment," whereas I analyze and obsess over everything.
In fact, just today, we were discussing my oddly shaped nose. He made a reference to a similarity to Owen Wilson's nose........
I haven't stopped looking in mirror all night. I keep running my fingers along the profile of my nose over and over and over again, thinking about how big and funny it is really going to look as I age.
He probably doesn't even remember saying it- nor does he really think that Owen Wilson and I are long lost twins...... at least I hope he doesn't really think so.... but it wouldn't be bad if we were because then I would know someone famous and maybe he would buy me a fabulous house on the beach. Hmmmmm.... mental note to get going on my genealogy.
Anyways, continuing on.
I like to play it safe. I used to put myself a little more "out there," but I have let myself become a little boring. I prefer the term comfortable over the term boring, but you get the idea.
I have a basic routine life. I think most mom's do. Get up, feed kids, dress kids, change kids, hopefully feed and bathe self....... then start over. Or if you go to work each day, your days are likely quite routine too.
I am stuck in a rut. I need to "get out of my box." I need to leave my Comfort Zone...... here goes.
CHALLENGE.......Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Streak.
Bare Naked. Streak.
Now, let's not get crazy here.... I am just talking through your house.
If and when I accomplish this challenge, I can guarantee it will be in the night, in the house and everyone else in the house sound asleep. Doors shut, blinds down and all lights off.
Have I gone and lost my marbles???? Possibly, but you have to admit that doing this will make you laugh, give you a little bit of a "rush," and definitely give you something to smile. Who knows- maybe I am the only self-conscious, easy to embarrass person out there, but I am guessing not.
Have fun and I hope you don't "get caught." Good luck.
Don't forget to leave a comment to get a chance at the prize.
I am quite certain that I am the sugar.
The saying "opposites attract" would be the definition of my husband and I's relationship. I don't think this attribute always has an attraction result, but for the most part, we do all right.
He is very extrovert. Me- not so much....I mean, not at all.
He cracks the risque jokes and likes to be the life of the party.
I find my safe corner of the room and stuff my face with appetizers.
My husband will laugh at any joke and get fired up about sporting events.... loudly fired up.... you know the kind- jumping off the couch, screaming at the TV, pumping his fist- you get the idea.
I politely clap. If everyone else is cheering, I might add in a little "woo-hoo."
Dare me? How dare he?
He even strutted his stuff at a family reunion in a G-string just to win a bet.
I will avoid any potentially embarrassing situation like the plague.
If you are still imagining an extended family member wearing a G-string in front of the family, also include an almost 90-year-old Grandma cheering him on.
He lives much more in the "moment," whereas I analyze and obsess over everything.
In fact, just today, we were discussing my oddly shaped nose. He made a reference to a similarity to Owen Wilson's nose........
I haven't stopped looking in mirror all night. I keep running my fingers along the profile of my nose over and over and over again, thinking about how big and funny it is really going to look as I age.
He probably doesn't even remember saying it- nor does he really think that Owen Wilson and I are long lost twins...... at least I hope he doesn't really think so.... but it wouldn't be bad if we were because then I would know someone famous and maybe he would buy me a fabulous house on the beach. Hmmmmm.... mental note to get going on my genealogy.
Anyways, continuing on.
I like to play it safe. I used to put myself a little more "out there," but I have let myself become a little boring. I prefer the term comfortable over the term boring, but you get the idea.
I have a basic routine life. I think most mom's do. Get up, feed kids, dress kids, change kids, hopefully feed and bathe self....... then start over. Or if you go to work each day, your days are likely quite routine too.
I am stuck in a rut. I need to "get out of my box." I need to leave my Comfort Zone...... here goes.
CHALLENGE.......Leaving Comfort Zone, Part 1
Streak.
Bare Naked. Streak.
Now, let's not get crazy here.... I am just talking through your house.
If and when I accomplish this challenge, I can guarantee it will be in the night, in the house and everyone else in the house sound asleep. Doors shut, blinds down and all lights off.
Have I gone and lost my marbles???? Possibly, but you have to admit that doing this will make you laugh, give you a little bit of a "rush," and definitely give you something to smile. Who knows- maybe I am the only self-conscious, easy to embarrass person out there, but I am guessing not.
Have fun and I hope you don't "get caught." Good luck.
Don't forget to leave a comment to get a chance at the prize.
5.18.2008
CHALLENGE.......Pucker Up!
Lately, the "Ponytail Challenge" challenges have been, well.... a little challenging.
Positive thinking and extra housework? Seriously.
Despite the title of this blog, I am all about the slacker lifestyle. The little voice in my head is saying, "Really, Camille, you are giving the impression that you are a have-it-all-together-and-motivational type of gal." And, people, that is just not the way my reality is.
We will get back to the tough stuff in a few weeks, but for now....
We all deserve something easy and light hearted this week, right?
Something simple, yet effective.
Something fun to make you take a second look every time you pass by a mirror. I thought about going back to the 1st, original challenge. But, then that little voice in my head reminded me that sometimes I am insane and have insane ideas, like trying to convince a bunch of women to not put their hair in a ponytail when it is 95 degrees outside. Riiigghhht.
Maybe we will try that out again this fall.
So, what simple, beautifying procedure must you do all week long to make yourself feel a little extra special?
CHALLENGE.....Pucker Up!
It is a lip loving, lipstick wearing, smooch giving week.
The regulations?
You must wear lipstick all day, every day.
It doesn't matter if you are at the gym, grocery store, or taking out the trash. Your lips should look luscious!
If it fades- you had better reapply.
If you have expensive nice lip stick that stays on all day- lucky you. If you have lipstick from the dollar store like me, well... we shall be applying a little more often.
Kiss someone extra each day.
Be it baby, boyfriend, husband, or Gramps, you had better smack it to someone! That someone must be breathing. So, yes, pets count. No, stuffed animals don't. Now, don't go crazy & kiss the clerk at the grocery store or other random people- just a little extra love to someone you love. If you usually give your significant other good bye- well, kiss them hello also.
Why lip stick/gloss?
Let me list a few fantastic reasons that this challenge is super cool:
It is summertime..almost...and lips like moisture.
If it tastes good, you can snack- I mean smack- all day long.
You can make lip marks on your family.
You can make lip marks on your power bill. It will definitely make the "power bill opener" at the power station laugh.
You can tell people to "kiss off" and mean it in a kind way.
It is the easiest challenge ever.
By-the-way, Chap stick or lip balm does not count. You have to be adding a little pizazz to your mouth!
A few of you might not even have lip stick. Until you make it to the store or raid your daughter's play make-up set, use vaseline for a little shine-but you had better get the real stuff quickly.
I usually apply my lip stick/lip gloss while driving to many undisclosed locations. However, now I have to include it in my home-wear. So, out of the car & into the house it goes. I am salivating at just the thought of all the lip licking fun for the next 7 days..... or something like that.
Here is the lip action in my life:
Baby lips surrounded by chub. Love it. These lips are also attached to me for a disturbingly lengthy amount of time every 3 hours.
Lot's of naughty words come out of these lips. These lips have also been known to be used as a booger vault.
The dentist just found $600 worth of problems inside of these lips. Rap versions of children's church songs come from these lips.
It took 6 months of dating to finally kiss these lips. 3 kids later, that problem has obviously been resolved.
Here are my lips- just crying out for a little color and shine.....and maybe some whitening toothpaste.
Now, pretend those lips are saying good bye & get to it. Go make your lips as luscious and lovely as you are. If you have forgotten how luscious and lovely you are, please click here to the Awesome Me Challenge for a reminder.
Have a lip smacking day.
Positive thinking and extra housework? Seriously.
Despite the title of this blog, I am all about the slacker lifestyle. The little voice in my head is saying, "Really, Camille, you are giving the impression that you are a have-it-all-together-and-motivational type of gal." And, people, that is just not the way my reality is.
We will get back to the tough stuff in a few weeks, but for now....
We all deserve something easy and light hearted this week, right?
Something simple, yet effective.
Something fun to make you take a second look every time you pass by a mirror. I thought about going back to the 1st, original challenge. But, then that little voice in my head reminded me that sometimes I am insane and have insane ideas, like trying to convince a bunch of women to not put their hair in a ponytail when it is 95 degrees outside. Riiigghhht.
Maybe we will try that out again this fall.
So, what simple, beautifying procedure must you do all week long to make yourself feel a little extra special?
CHALLENGE.....Pucker Up!
It is a lip loving, lipstick wearing, smooch giving week.
The regulations?
You must wear lipstick all day, every day.
It doesn't matter if you are at the gym, grocery store, or taking out the trash. Your lips should look luscious!
If it fades- you had better reapply.
If you have expensive nice lip stick that stays on all day- lucky you. If you have lipstick from the dollar store like me, well... we shall be applying a little more often.
Kiss someone extra each day.
Be it baby, boyfriend, husband, or Gramps, you had better smack it to someone! That someone must be breathing. So, yes, pets count. No, stuffed animals don't. Now, don't go crazy & kiss the clerk at the grocery store or other random people- just a little extra love to someone you love. If you usually give your significant other good bye- well, kiss them hello also.
Why lip stick/gloss?
Let me list a few fantastic reasons that this challenge is super cool:
It is summertime..almost...and lips like moisture.
If it tastes good, you can snack- I mean smack- all day long.
You can make lip marks on your family.
You can make lip marks on your power bill. It will definitely make the "power bill opener" at the power station laugh.
You can tell people to "kiss off" and mean it in a kind way.
It is the easiest challenge ever.
By-the-way, Chap stick or lip balm does not count. You have to be adding a little pizazz to your mouth!
A few of you might not even have lip stick. Until you make it to the store or raid your daughter's play make-up set, use vaseline for a little shine-but you had better get the real stuff quickly.
I usually apply my lip stick/lip gloss while driving to many undisclosed locations. However, now I have to include it in my home-wear. So, out of the car & into the house it goes. I am salivating at just the thought of all the lip licking fun for the next 7 days..... or something like that.
Here is the lip action in my life:
Baby lips surrounded by chub. Love it. These lips are also attached to me for a disturbingly lengthy amount of time every 3 hours.
Lot's of naughty words come out of these lips. These lips have also been known to be used as a booger vault.
The dentist just found $600 worth of problems inside of these lips. Rap versions of children's church songs come from these lips.
It took 6 months of dating to finally kiss these lips. 3 kids later, that problem has obviously been resolved.
Here are my lips- just crying out for a little color and shine.....and maybe some whitening toothpaste.
Now, pretend those lips are saying good bye & get to it. Go make your lips as luscious and lovely as you are. If you have forgotten how luscious and lovely you are, please click here to the Awesome Me Challenge for a reminder.
Have a lip smacking day.
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