Blame it on the rain! yeah, yeah.....OK I don't even remember the rest of that song, but the chorus was brilliant. Blame it on the Rain!
We really had a beautiful April, not the showers that you are suppose to have so now we are paying for it. It feels like 40 days an 40 nights. When will the madness end. Usually I like a rainy day, just like a snow day it give you an excuse to kick back, slow down, watch a movie in the middle of the day. But when it goes on and on it starts to affect my mood.
Problems seem bigger, tasks seem harder, the world a little darker. Time for ice cream! Not just any ice cream will do, it has to be the $2.50 a scoop, high fat, French recipe that could just be applied to my hips. I'm not just making this up either - I've read it. There is a scientific reason for craving high fat foods that has to do with your endorphins. That's good enough for me so let me say...
I scream, you scream, we all scream for Ice Cream!
Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
What the Heck!
To quote my nephew, What the Heck! I just looked at this website and realized that I have only posted 3 blogs in May - What the heck have I been doing?
Being a stay-at-home-Mom is so hard I can't get a load of laundry and a load a crap finished in a day! Jeez - maybe I did work with a union too long, I've gone soft.
Actually what I think I've gone is comfy. Isn't that what we all want. Comfort in our clothes, that's why we wear cotton, some of us WAY more than others. We want comfort in our news, which is why it is more fluff than substance. Comfort in our food, that's why we eat out. Comfort in our relationships, which is why we stop interscting and watch TV.
Well folks it is time for me to get a lot less comfortable!! Starting tomorrow ;-))
Promise.
Being a stay-at-home-Mom is so hard I can't get a load of laundry and a load a crap finished in a day! Jeez - maybe I did work with a union too long, I've gone soft.
Actually what I think I've gone is comfy. Isn't that what we all want. Comfort in our clothes, that's why we wear cotton, some of us WAY more than others. We want comfort in our news, which is why it is more fluff than substance. Comfort in our food, that's why we eat out. Comfort in our relationships, which is why we stop interscting and watch TV.
Well folks it is time for me to get a lot less comfortable!! Starting tomorrow ;-))
Promise.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Reality versus Illusions
I am very lucky to have this fabulous produce store very close and I am usually there three times a week. I have gotten to know all the staff, not by name (isn't that awful!) but everyone is friendly and we laugh, chat, even cry together from time to time.
The youngest staff member who recently married has had her first baby, a Boy! So were chatting and looking at pictures and of course - doing what ALL mothers do until their child turns 21 - telling the birth story. I am a firm believer that it is one of the coping mechanisms we use in order to even consider doing it again.
As she was telling me the story, and saying that what she thought she would feel and what she did feel where so out of line. She said I really thought that I would be so full of love and joy, that I would weep and smile, that the moment would be tender and beautiful. While she did describe all those feelings, she said they didn't happen until later - is that weird?
I don't think so. I remember being terrified, and fear started to give way to anxiety, and anxiety to relief. Literally! Because the baby was out, the labor was done, he was healthy and pink, and now what? It's not at all the Hollywood moment you expect it to be, it's more like, Miller time! and I don't really drink.
There is so much to absorb in those moments, hours, first few days. The things happening with your body alone - holy shitake mushrooms. Then there is this beautiful fragile creature expecting nothing and everything from you all at the same time.
I think about it like watching the corn grow. I grew up in farm country and funny thing about corn, it grows faster than you think. One day you notice them tilling the field and getting ready to plant, then you see sprouts, and by 4Th of July it's already knee high (usually way taller actually).
I guess it's a generic metaphor for life, used so often - children and seeds. But I think sometimes we forget, that everything starts with a seed and needs time to grow. Somethings will take a lifetime,and some take no time at all.
The youngest staff member who recently married has had her first baby, a Boy! So were chatting and looking at pictures and of course - doing what ALL mothers do until their child turns 21 - telling the birth story. I am a firm believer that it is one of the coping mechanisms we use in order to even consider doing it again.
As she was telling me the story, and saying that what she thought she would feel and what she did feel where so out of line. She said I really thought that I would be so full of love and joy, that I would weep and smile, that the moment would be tender and beautiful. While she did describe all those feelings, she said they didn't happen until later - is that weird?
I don't think so. I remember being terrified, and fear started to give way to anxiety, and anxiety to relief. Literally! Because the baby was out, the labor was done, he was healthy and pink, and now what? It's not at all the Hollywood moment you expect it to be, it's more like, Miller time! and I don't really drink.
There is so much to absorb in those moments, hours, first few days. The things happening with your body alone - holy shitake mushrooms. Then there is this beautiful fragile creature expecting nothing and everything from you all at the same time.
I think about it like watching the corn grow. I grew up in farm country and funny thing about corn, it grows faster than you think. One day you notice them tilling the field and getting ready to plant, then you see sprouts, and by 4Th of July it's already knee high (usually way taller actually).
I guess it's a generic metaphor for life, used so often - children and seeds. But I think sometimes we forget, that everything starts with a seed and needs time to grow. Somethings will take a lifetime,and some take no time at all.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Where do they get this stuff?
As a mom, there are times when you look at your children flabbergasted and think, "Where in the world did that come from?". And then there are times when you look at your children in utter horror and think, "I didn't know that was genetic!"
Our seven-year-old went on a field trip today to a farm. We talked about it when he got home, he told us all about the goats, donkeys, and baby chicks. It was all very wholesome. Then I opened an email, his teacher sent. It's a picture from the field trip of his group and a text that said he just announced to everyone, "I love the smell of manure!"
Our four-year-old at Easter came out of pre-school all excited about the book they read. I asked what it was about, and what they did, and who he played with today. Usually very tight lipped, my son proceeds to tell me everything he learned about Jesus and Easter. He said, "We made a cwross." "You did!" I said feeling a sudden maternal rush at our new found connection. "What did you learn about the cross?" "That Jesus woves me very much" he said, then added "I told my teachers, Micheal Jackson woves me too."
I plead the fifth and stick to my original statement, Where in the heck do they get this stuff?
Our seven-year-old went on a field trip today to a farm. We talked about it when he got home, he told us all about the goats, donkeys, and baby chicks. It was all very wholesome. Then I opened an email, his teacher sent. It's a picture from the field trip of his group and a text that said he just announced to everyone, "I love the smell of manure!"
Our four-year-old at Easter came out of pre-school all excited about the book they read. I asked what it was about, and what they did, and who he played with today. Usually very tight lipped, my son proceeds to tell me everything he learned about Jesus and Easter. He said, "We made a cwross." "You did!" I said feeling a sudden maternal rush at our new found connection. "What did you learn about the cross?" "That Jesus woves me very much" he said, then added "I told my teachers, Micheal Jackson woves me too."
I plead the fifth and stick to my original statement, Where in the heck do they get this stuff?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Trendy, from the dreaded "W"
It wasn't until I was a little older that I could appreciate my big sister. She had a tough job. Not only paving the way with the parents, but navigating the world without a big sister. She did an amazing job.
When I think of my sister, I think of the well dressed, hip, social butterfly. It was my sister who would say to me, "You are not going to wear that!" It was my sister who introduced me to Chinos, Docksides, Izods (collar up), penny loafers, tight perms, and bangs. Yes - I am showing my age, and NO I will not post the pictures.
Why is she the fashionista? Who knows, no one else in the family seems real concerned with being hip. But it is nice to have the inside scoop. Recently she mentioned that she spent way too much on a pair of skinny jeans. OK, so they are not just for junior high girls? Damn, not what I wanted to hear. But the fashoinista has spoken.
So the other night I was running to the dreaded "W" at 9:00 p.m. to get birthday party supplies for the soon-to-be 7 year old's party when what do I spy on the clearance rack? You guessed it - Skinny jeans - for $3.00. I figured that's a fashion statement worth a try.
Just don't tell my sister where they came from, I know what she'll say, "You are not going to wear that!"
When I think of my sister, I think of the well dressed, hip, social butterfly. It was my sister who would say to me, "You are not going to wear that!" It was my sister who introduced me to Chinos, Docksides, Izods (collar up), penny loafers, tight perms, and bangs. Yes - I am showing my age, and NO I will not post the pictures.
Why is she the fashionista? Who knows, no one else in the family seems real concerned with being hip. But it is nice to have the inside scoop. Recently she mentioned that she spent way too much on a pair of skinny jeans. OK, so they are not just for junior high girls? Damn, not what I wanted to hear. But the fashoinista has spoken.
So the other night I was running to the dreaded "W" at 9:00 p.m. to get birthday party supplies for the soon-to-be 7 year old's party when what do I spy on the clearance rack? You guessed it - Skinny jeans - for $3.00. I figured that's a fashion statement worth a try.
Just don't tell my sister where they came from, I know what she'll say, "You are not going to wear that!"
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Menu envy
So not only am I envious of my friends website, Piece of Cake Kitchen, for it's professional look, but now for the whole concept. I decided that I would try to write a menu, make a grocery list, and stick to it.
After I had this flash of brilliance, we took our weekly trip to the library. YES! I brought home seven cookbooks. O.k. so that was overkill, but as my mother always said, "Better safe than sorry." I was determined to do this.
I plowed through several of these cookbooks to find a few recipes that sounded good and didn't take exotic ingredients like Champagne vinegar - which sent my girlfriend to 5 (count them) different grocery stores. Why I would make anything for a 4 and 7 year-old with Champagne vinegar, anyway I have merged onto the Palin highway time to exit.
There is a wonderful produce market very close for which I am very grateful. The produce is not only fantastic but the prices are great. That's a real key for my family. Particularly, I buy apples and carrots in such quantities that the staff thought I owned horses. Sometimes it feels like I'm living with horses, but that's not the point. My point was that going to two stores is a weekly occurrence.
However, planning a menu, with real live recipes, that I was actually trying to follow (for once) meant not just two shopping trips this week, not three, not four...still guessing? I went to at least one of those flipping stores every single solitary day. Sometimes - with both children right in the middle of making one of those blasted recipes because I didn't have the key ingredient. I have never been so stressed out, gassed out, and planned out in my life.
Hats off to you Sister!! I do not know how you plan a menu, take care of 4 children and a husband, and still have time to manage a website. I'm never planning a weeks worth of meals again as long as I live.
I'm also not going to complain anymore when it's 5:00 p.m. and I have not started dinner, let alone thought about what I might be making. My resolution? Open a box of cereal for the boys, and a bottle of wine for me. It counts as dinner, in some countries!
After I had this flash of brilliance, we took our weekly trip to the library. YES! I brought home seven cookbooks. O.k. so that was overkill, but as my mother always said, "Better safe than sorry." I was determined to do this.
I plowed through several of these cookbooks to find a few recipes that sounded good and didn't take exotic ingredients like Champagne vinegar - which sent my girlfriend to 5 (count them) different grocery stores. Why I would make anything for a 4 and 7 year-old with Champagne vinegar, anyway I have merged onto the Palin highway time to exit.
There is a wonderful produce market very close for which I am very grateful. The produce is not only fantastic but the prices are great. That's a real key for my family. Particularly, I buy apples and carrots in such quantities that the staff thought I owned horses. Sometimes it feels like I'm living with horses, but that's not the point. My point was that going to two stores is a weekly occurrence.
However, planning a menu, with real live recipes, that I was actually trying to follow (for once) meant not just two shopping trips this week, not three, not four...still guessing? I went to at least one of those flipping stores every single solitary day. Sometimes - with both children right in the middle of making one of those blasted recipes because I didn't have the key ingredient. I have never been so stressed out, gassed out, and planned out in my life.
Hats off to you Sister!! I do not know how you plan a menu, take care of 4 children and a husband, and still have time to manage a website. I'm never planning a weeks worth of meals again as long as I live.
I'm also not going to complain anymore when it's 5:00 p.m. and I have not started dinner, let alone thought about what I might be making. My resolution? Open a box of cereal for the boys, and a bottle of wine for me. It counts as dinner, in some countries!
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