I pride myself in trying to find the positive in situations but this week has been a tough one. In our corporate world we've had some layoffs, job eliminations really, so I'll be saying goodbye soon to some of my workers and some friends.
Of course, with the announcement of terminating employees and some publications (including a few of mine), there is feverish activity to determine how to move forward, control the message in and outside the walls, and establish who may be doing what. This is the main reason why I have not had time (or taken time) to write. Secondary to that is the fact that I'm just plain bummed.
Sure I'm grateful that my hubby and I were spared, but it's tough to feel good when there is much disappointment, frustration and fear in the atmosphere. They say everything in life happens for a reason. I do believe that. But sometimes I really have to search hard for what that reason might be.
In this case, with the under-performing publications out of the way, my remaining team members can focus on our core brands and help them succeed. It could be a good thing. But until my glass changes from half empty to half full, I may not see that.
To cope, four of us "girls" have taken tomorrow off and we are going shopping. Nothing like a little retail therapy to fill that glass!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
She's domestic!
For the record: Despite my well-earned reputation as an undomestic goddess, I made homemade meatballs tonight to go with our spaghetti supper.
Not sure what came over me, but I was brave enough to handle the raw meat (not my favorite thing to do), mix it with an egg and cracker crumbs, and roll it into perfect meatballs. I burned not a one. Got two thumbs up from the hubby and son.
It didn't kill me to do something domestic, but I sure got some bad foot cramps this evening. Probably have something to do with taking a brisk walk at lunch in flat shoes with no support. But I'm not sure I should push it.
Not sure what came over me, but I was brave enough to handle the raw meat (not my favorite thing to do), mix it with an egg and cracker crumbs, and roll it into perfect meatballs. I burned not a one. Got two thumbs up from the hubby and son.
It didn't kill me to do something domestic, but I sure got some bad foot cramps this evening. Probably have something to do with taking a brisk walk at lunch in flat shoes with no support. But I'm not sure I should push it.
Monday, November 26, 2007
10 Days of Christmas
I was reading on the news wire today that participating in the 12 Days of Christmas is outrageously expensive these days.
It would cost $78,100 to buy the 364 items, from a single partridge in a pear tree to the 12 drummers drumming, repeatedly on each day as the song suggests, according to some annual pricing survey. The cost is up 4 percent from $75,122 last year.
That's a lot of money -- considering it will be all over a month from today already. (I know. Sorry to mention that.) Hopefully there are a lot of people out there who understand that turtle doves and maids-a-milking are not what the "season of giving" is all about.
The fourth-grade classes at Grant Elementary have a neat project going on. They are raising some money this holiday season for the domestic-abuse shelter in Wisconsin Rapids. How are they doing this? Thankfully, not selling pizzas or overpriced trinkets. Instead, each child is committing to doing some household chores for the next week and a half to earn a special allowance that will be donated to The Family Center.
Carter decided on five chores: make his bed, clean the litter box, fold his laundry, take out the garbage and shovel the driveway (I sure hope we don't need his services for that one in the next 10 days!)
We asked him how much he thought he should earn. Somehow he came up with $7.25 -- I remember he said $3 for shoveling and I think $1.25 for laundry. He read us the list and Jim and I are smiling because he's so precise about this. "What?" he says. "Do you think $1.25 is too much for the laundry?"
We tell him that the thing is, he should be thinking about what he wants to be able to give to the center, not so much about what a real allowance may be worth. We already had a figure in mind (definitely more than what he proposed!). We asked if he'd be willing to do these chores for the next 10 days so he could earn that amount -- and give it to The Family Center so they, in turn, can give some unfortunate families a merry Christmas. He enthusiastically said yes.
I applaud the school's efforts. I think it's a great way for kids to learn young that this is the season of giving, not just getting, and that it won't kill them to work hard in order to help others. That's why some of us give to the church and to charities all year long.
The spirit of giving should not be limited to Carter's 10-day project or the 12 days in the song. Don't you agree?
It would cost $78,100 to buy the 364 items, from a single partridge in a pear tree to the 12 drummers drumming, repeatedly on each day as the song suggests, according to some annual pricing survey. The cost is up 4 percent from $75,122 last year.
That's a lot of money -- considering it will be all over a month from today already. (I know. Sorry to mention that.) Hopefully there are a lot of people out there who understand that turtle doves and maids-a-milking are not what the "season of giving" is all about.
The fourth-grade classes at Grant Elementary have a neat project going on. They are raising some money this holiday season for the domestic-abuse shelter in Wisconsin Rapids. How are they doing this? Thankfully, not selling pizzas or overpriced trinkets. Instead, each child is committing to doing some household chores for the next week and a half to earn a special allowance that will be donated to The Family Center.
Carter decided on five chores: make his bed, clean the litter box, fold his laundry, take out the garbage and shovel the driveway (I sure hope we don't need his services for that one in the next 10 days!)
We asked him how much he thought he should earn. Somehow he came up with $7.25 -- I remember he said $3 for shoveling and I think $1.25 for laundry. He read us the list and Jim and I are smiling because he's so precise about this. "What?" he says. "Do you think $1.25 is too much for the laundry?"
We tell him that the thing is, he should be thinking about what he wants to be able to give to the center, not so much about what a real allowance may be worth. We already had a figure in mind (definitely more than what he proposed!). We asked if he'd be willing to do these chores for the next 10 days so he could earn that amount -- and give it to The Family Center so they, in turn, can give some unfortunate families a merry Christmas. He enthusiastically said yes.
I applaud the school's efforts. I think it's a great way for kids to learn young that this is the season of giving, not just getting, and that it won't kill them to work hard in order to help others. That's why some of us give to the church and to charities all year long.
The spirit of giving should not be limited to Carter's 10-day project or the 12 days in the song. Don't you agree?
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Cookie Monsters
Carter and I spent two days Up North for my family's annual Cookie Bake & Exchange. I'm not sure when this started as a tradition, but for several years now we've gotten together the Saturday after Thanksgiving to bake cookies then exchange 'em.
What we learned early on is that it's nearly impossible for 10 people to get their cookies baked in one afternoon -- especially when the recipes call for varying oven temperatures. As a result, most of us make our treats ahead of time, then just show up to eat, visit, play games and eat some more. Then go home with at least 10 plates of different cookies. M-m-m. What could be better?
I can tell you the cookies are not the best part of the Cookie Bake. Here are some things that are even better ...
* Listening to Christmas music the whole way up and back -- except for the intermission where we had to play the Dark Side of the Moon CD. Daddy wasn't with but I'm sure he'll be proud when I tell him that. (He also didn't have to listen to the 12 Days of Christmas 4 times! He'll probably feel pretty good about that, too.)
* Watching Carter get to play with his cousin -- my great-nephew Anthony -- who he only gets to see 2-3 times a year. They are both the same age and it so interesting to see each year how much they are alike -- and different!
* Connecting with the previous and next generations while playing new board games and card games and old favorites.
* Seeing my dad try to sneak in new rules for those games so he can win!
* Catching up with my niece, who doesn't have e-mail (the nerve) so I am often out of touch with her. Apparently that phone weighs 400 pounds. One of these days, I'll figure out how to bench press it and call her!
* Helping "taste test" the new recipes. "M-m-m. What's in here?" "Well the recipe uses 1 1/2 sticks of butter." Ohmigosh. Sorry I asked. "May I have another?"
* Drawing names, making wish lists and finalizing Christmas plans. We only have one month of shopping left?!
* Arriving home safely to a totally clean kitchen and refrigerator (Thanks, honey!) -- and of course, a Vikings win!
* Helping Jim and Casey "taste test" the treats. Oh, did I already mention that? I guess the cookies are a pretty important part of the Cookie Bake after all!
What we learned early on is that it's nearly impossible for 10 people to get their cookies baked in one afternoon -- especially when the recipes call for varying oven temperatures. As a result, most of us make our treats ahead of time, then just show up to eat, visit, play games and eat some more. Then go home with at least 10 plates of different cookies. M-m-m. What could be better?
I can tell you the cookies are not the best part of the Cookie Bake. Here are some things that are even better ...
* Listening to Christmas music the whole way up and back -- except for the intermission where we had to play the Dark Side of the Moon CD. Daddy wasn't with but I'm sure he'll be proud when I tell him that. (He also didn't have to listen to the 12 Days of Christmas 4 times! He'll probably feel pretty good about that, too.)
* Watching Carter get to play with his cousin -- my great-nephew Anthony -- who he only gets to see 2-3 times a year. They are both the same age and it so interesting to see each year how much they are alike -- and different!
* Connecting with the previous and next generations while playing new board games and card games and old favorites.
* Seeing my dad try to sneak in new rules for those games so he can win!
* Catching up with my niece, who doesn't have e-mail (the nerve) so I am often out of touch with her. Apparently that phone weighs 400 pounds. One of these days, I'll figure out how to bench press it and call her!
* Helping "taste test" the new recipes. "M-m-m. What's in here?" "Well the recipe uses 1 1/2 sticks of butter." Ohmigosh. Sorry I asked. "May I have another?"
* Drawing names, making wish lists and finalizing Christmas plans. We only have one month of shopping left?!
* Arriving home safely to a totally clean kitchen and refrigerator (Thanks, honey!) -- and of course, a Vikings win!
* Helping Jim and Casey "taste test" the treats. Oh, did I already mention that? I guess the cookies are a pretty important part of the Cookie Bake after all!
Friday, November 23, 2007
Black Friday
Oh, it felt so good to sleep in this morning instead of risking life and limb for a darn discount! I am not one of those bargain-driven divas that had to get to Wal-Mart by 5 a.m. or, good grief, Kohl's by 4 a.m.!
Today is called Black Friday -- the day retailers must do really well to end the year in the black. Each year, they start their "door buster" bargains earlier and earlier. When I saw 4 a.m. on a commercial earlier this week, though, my jaw dropped. Who would get up that early -- and how would you function?!
My hubby said the only way to do it was go out Thursday night, close down the saloons, head to Perkins for a 2 a.m. breakfast, then go to Kohl's and wait in line. Thankfully, I saw nothing in their circular worth doing that (plus I saw on the Weather Channel that is was supposed to get down to 14 degrees. The savings is not worth it.)
The only reason we even think about going shopping the day after Thanksgiving is Jim's family. We draw names among us 6 adults and most of the time, the "lists" are comprised of clippings from Black Friday circulars. In order to get the particular item and stay within our price limit, we almost have to go -- unless we'd rather not set an alarm and just pay the difference (that's me!).
As it turned out, since we had the day off, we did go shopping. But we didn't leave the house until 10 a.m. That left enough time to get to Fleet Farm by 11 a.m. to get some on-sale winter boots for Carter. Got the last parking spot there. While we were in Stevens Point, we swung over to Dunham's Sports so Jim could get my present. Yes, he drew my name and no, he didn't keep it a secret. At least I know "it" fits and "it" is just what I wanted.
Later this afternoon, I had to run into Wal-Mart for a few groceries. A bit of a nuthouse there. Not the best day to pick up a few items! I saw one person I knew but mostly kept my head down and charged forward, hoping Carter was close behind. Not the day to be browsing or asking, "Mom, can I have this?"
I think I figured out the secret to a successful Black Friday. Stay focused and, if at all possible, just stay home. At least you'll keep your checkbook in the black.
Today is called Black Friday -- the day retailers must do really well to end the year in the black. Each year, they start their "door buster" bargains earlier and earlier. When I saw 4 a.m. on a commercial earlier this week, though, my jaw dropped. Who would get up that early -- and how would you function?!
My hubby said the only way to do it was go out Thursday night, close down the saloons, head to Perkins for a 2 a.m. breakfast, then go to Kohl's and wait in line. Thankfully, I saw nothing in their circular worth doing that (plus I saw on the Weather Channel that is was supposed to get down to 14 degrees. The savings is not worth it.)
The only reason we even think about going shopping the day after Thanksgiving is Jim's family. We draw names among us 6 adults and most of the time, the "lists" are comprised of clippings from Black Friday circulars. In order to get the particular item and stay within our price limit, we almost have to go -- unless we'd rather not set an alarm and just pay the difference (that's me!).
As it turned out, since we had the day off, we did go shopping. But we didn't leave the house until 10 a.m. That left enough time to get to Fleet Farm by 11 a.m. to get some on-sale winter boots for Carter. Got the last parking spot there. While we were in Stevens Point, we swung over to Dunham's Sports so Jim could get my present. Yes, he drew my name and no, he didn't keep it a secret. At least I know "it" fits and "it" is just what I wanted.
Later this afternoon, I had to run into Wal-Mart for a few groceries. A bit of a nuthouse there. Not the best day to pick up a few items! I saw one person I knew but mostly kept my head down and charged forward, hoping Carter was close behind. Not the day to be browsing or asking, "Mom, can I have this?"
I think I figured out the secret to a successful Black Friday. Stay focused and, if at all possible, just stay home. At least you'll keep your checkbook in the black.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Attitude of gratitude
I was awakened to the sound of a distance gunshot this morning -- not unusual in Wisconsin in the middle of gun-deer season. Today especially, those hunters want to get done early so they can be inside to watch the Packers game and eat enough food to feed a homeless family for a week.
Sometime today most people will pause over their cranberries, stuffing and small mountain of mashed potatoes to give thanks, too. And that's what I love about this holiday. Just about everyone practices this attitude of gratitude that many of us try to adopt in our everyday lives. Sure, we're grateful for the big things -- our families and our health -- but it's the little things that matter. The little gifts that add up.
I am grateful this morning, for example, that Carter said I was beautiful -- even though I had just showered, my hair was wet, I had no makeup on and I was wearing sweats and slippers. OK, sorry for that visual. What else am I thankful for?
I am thankful for my parents who cherish memories of my childhood -- even though it clutters up their house. Every time I visit, they show me some card I made or poem I wrote. Some little memento they've secured in a safe place for decades.
I am thankful for my sisters and their love, support and camaraderie. They say you can choose your friends, but not your family. I am grateful they are my friends, too.
I am grateful for my brother and his faith. Despite so much adversity, he does not doubt God's plans for him. I admire his strength and endurance.
I am thankful for my girlfriends at work. If I am having a stressful day, at a moment's notice, I can turn to any of them and say "I need a lap." We'll head outside, take a walk around the building and they'll let me vent. They'll let me cry. They'll say "I understand" or give me a hug if I need it.
I am so grateful for old friends and the "long lost" friends I have reconnected with this year. I feel so fortunate to have had such wonderful people walk with me through different parts of my life's journey.
I am thankful for my "teachers," my mentors, the old-timers (no offense) who have shown me the pathway to success in all areas of my life. Have picked me up when I've fallen. Have cheered me on with encouragement to keep going.
I am grateful for my step-sons and oh so thankful God is watching over them and keeping them safe. It's a scary world out there for young drivers and for teenagers in general. So many dangerous "opportunities" trying to lure them into having fun. I'm grateful for every time God gives them the nudge to make the right choices.
I am thankful for my son, who can make me smile or laugh or cry at the drop of a hat. I am grateful for his wisdom. It entertains me and impresses me and teaches me to keep it simple.
I am grateful beyond measure for my husband, who can also make me smile or laugh or cry at the drop of a hat. (No, just kidding). I am thankful for his love, support, generosity and his willingness to stick by me through both the charm and the dysfunction.
I am thankful to you for reading this blog today (and this year). Do me -- and yourself -- a favor and take time to think of all the little (and big) things you have to be thankful for. You'll be amazed at the long list! Try to do this every day and you'll find a contentment that lasts long after that piece of pumpkin pie.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sometime today most people will pause over their cranberries, stuffing and small mountain of mashed potatoes to give thanks, too. And that's what I love about this holiday. Just about everyone practices this attitude of gratitude that many of us try to adopt in our everyday lives. Sure, we're grateful for the big things -- our families and our health -- but it's the little things that matter. The little gifts that add up.
I am grateful this morning, for example, that Carter said I was beautiful -- even though I had just showered, my hair was wet, I had no makeup on and I was wearing sweats and slippers. OK, sorry for that visual. What else am I thankful for?
I am thankful for my parents who cherish memories of my childhood -- even though it clutters up their house. Every time I visit, they show me some card I made or poem I wrote. Some little memento they've secured in a safe place for decades.
I am thankful for my sisters and their love, support and camaraderie. They say you can choose your friends, but not your family. I am grateful they are my friends, too.
I am grateful for my brother and his faith. Despite so much adversity, he does not doubt God's plans for him. I admire his strength and endurance.
I am thankful for my girlfriends at work. If I am having a stressful day, at a moment's notice, I can turn to any of them and say "I need a lap." We'll head outside, take a walk around the building and they'll let me vent. They'll let me cry. They'll say "I understand" or give me a hug if I need it.
I am so grateful for old friends and the "long lost" friends I have reconnected with this year. I feel so fortunate to have had such wonderful people walk with me through different parts of my life's journey.
I am thankful for my "teachers," my mentors, the old-timers (no offense) who have shown me the pathway to success in all areas of my life. Have picked me up when I've fallen. Have cheered me on with encouragement to keep going.
I am grateful for my step-sons and oh so thankful God is watching over them and keeping them safe. It's a scary world out there for young drivers and for teenagers in general. So many dangerous "opportunities" trying to lure them into having fun. I'm grateful for every time God gives them the nudge to make the right choices.
I am thankful for my son, who can make me smile or laugh or cry at the drop of a hat. I am grateful for his wisdom. It entertains me and impresses me and teaches me to keep it simple.
I am grateful beyond measure for my husband, who can also make me smile or laugh or cry at the drop of a hat. (No, just kidding). I am thankful for his love, support, generosity and his willingness to stick by me through both the charm and the dysfunction.
I am thankful to you for reading this blog today (and this year). Do me -- and yourself -- a favor and take time to think of all the little (and big) things you have to be thankful for. You'll be amazed at the long list! Try to do this every day and you'll find a contentment that lasts long after that piece of pumpkin pie.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Initial thoughts
It's interesting in this fast-paced world that we don't even have time to talk anymore -- with complete words, that is. Just FYI, I'll get to my point ASAP.
Does it really take too long to say "for your information" or "as soon as possible"? LMK. You know, LMK ... "let me know." At some point, a certain initialism or acronym reaches critical mass and we no longer have to spell it out, so to speak.
Is there anyone out there who doesn't know what FBI or CIA stand for? How about DJ or MVP or PMS? We know now -- though at one point it was something new, just like all those text message shortcuts are foreign to me these days.
To add to the confusion, every occupation has its own set of abbreviations, too. (If you want to see a funny illustration of this, watch "Renaissance Man." It's an old Danny Devito movie where he had to learn all the Army abbreviations -- way beyond KP.) Insurance companies have their HMOs and PPOs. Large corporations have their ROIs. And accountants have their IRAs.
What if two worlds collide and they share the same abbreviation? It happens.
We were at the bank so Carter could deposit some money into his savings account. Don't ask me how he accumulated $57 over the summer, but he did -- and was smart enough not to spend any of it (that I know of). So he makes his deposit and looks at his balance. He was quite happy because I have been putting money from each of my paychecks in there so it has grown more than he expected.
"Plus, we have that money on the disk," he says.
Money on the disk? The hamster is turning the wheel as fast as it can in my head and getting nowhere. Then the light bulb goes on. "The disk?" I say. "Oh you mean the CD?"
"Yeah," says Carter. Ahhh. OK. I'm trying hard not to laugh. Just breathing in and out as I explain: "Actually the CD stands for Certificate of Deposit. It's not a music CD."
We got it squared away. Made me wonder what else we assume everyone knows. I mean, you know what happens when we assume. Don't you? Or haven't you young folks heard that one yet? LMK, K?
Does it really take too long to say "for your information" or "as soon as possible"? LMK. You know, LMK ... "let me know." At some point, a certain initialism or acronym reaches critical mass and we no longer have to spell it out, so to speak.
Is there anyone out there who doesn't know what FBI or CIA stand for? How about DJ or MVP or PMS? We know now -- though at one point it was something new, just like all those text message shortcuts are foreign to me these days.
To add to the confusion, every occupation has its own set of abbreviations, too. (If you want to see a funny illustration of this, watch "Renaissance Man." It's an old Danny Devito movie where he had to learn all the Army abbreviations -- way beyond KP.) Insurance companies have their HMOs and PPOs. Large corporations have their ROIs. And accountants have their IRAs.
What if two worlds collide and they share the same abbreviation? It happens.
We were at the bank so Carter could deposit some money into his savings account. Don't ask me how he accumulated $57 over the summer, but he did -- and was smart enough not to spend any of it (that I know of). So he makes his deposit and looks at his balance. He was quite happy because I have been putting money from each of my paychecks in there so it has grown more than he expected.
"Plus, we have that money on the disk," he says.
Money on the disk? The hamster is turning the wheel as fast as it can in my head and getting nowhere. Then the light bulb goes on. "The disk?" I say. "Oh you mean the CD?"
"Yeah," says Carter. Ahhh. OK. I'm trying hard not to laugh. Just breathing in and out as I explain: "Actually the CD stands for Certificate of Deposit. It's not a music CD."
We got it squared away. Made me wonder what else we assume everyone knows. I mean, you know what happens when we assume. Don't you? Or haven't you young folks heard that one yet? LMK, K?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
In a fog
The fog was thicker than pea soup -- though I prefer egg nog -- this morning on my commute to work. Hubby and I drove separately today so I could get in early and get crackin' on a special project that had to go out the door today. With the fog slowing me down, I didn't get in as early as I'd hoped anyway. But I got some thinking time in...
Sometimes our lives are in a bit of a fog, aren't they? Sure I can "drive" that daily commute in my head, but the actions -- getting behind the wheel -- are a little scarier.
Right now I am adjusting to a new job, mainly different responsibilities, with the same company. What I enjoyed with the old job is the comfort of my drive on a sunny, clear day. What I am not enjoying in the new one is the dense fog when I am rounding a curve and met with new procedures, new people and new challenges.
I couldn't drive very fast this morning. Once you get a slow-going vehicle in front of you, you have to slow down and it is unquestionably stupid and dangerous to attempt to pass.
I want to learn my new job quickly. Can't everyone help speed this process along? Hit the gas! It's the pedal on the right! I am convinced God often puts people and obstacles in our path to make us slow down and get our bearings. Where are we? Where are we headed? Is that where we want to go?
The fog clears momentarily as I travel over the crest of a hill. It's so nice to see where I'm going again!
As we learn, we experience several of these moments of clarity. Those "a-ha" moments. We gain some confidence. This feels good. I feel safe. I understand my job today more than yesterday.
As the morning progresses and the sun readies to present itself, the fog starts thinning. Just as I am about to reach my destination, the fog lifts and gives me a beautiful pink and golden sunrise.
Hey, I think I'm going to like this new career growth opportunity! Despite the limited visibility today, I know I can handle this commute. If God sends a new patch of fog in my pathway, I'll just use my "fog lights" to get me through -- my co-workers, friends and family.
A prayer for a safe journey wouldn't hurt either.
Sometimes our lives are in a bit of a fog, aren't they? Sure I can "drive" that daily commute in my head, but the actions -- getting behind the wheel -- are a little scarier.
Right now I am adjusting to a new job, mainly different responsibilities, with the same company. What I enjoyed with the old job is the comfort of my drive on a sunny, clear day. What I am not enjoying in the new one is the dense fog when I am rounding a curve and met with new procedures, new people and new challenges.
I couldn't drive very fast this morning. Once you get a slow-going vehicle in front of you, you have to slow down and it is unquestionably stupid and dangerous to attempt to pass.
I want to learn my new job quickly. Can't everyone help speed this process along? Hit the gas! It's the pedal on the right! I am convinced God often puts people and obstacles in our path to make us slow down and get our bearings. Where are we? Where are we headed? Is that where we want to go?
The fog clears momentarily as I travel over the crest of a hill. It's so nice to see where I'm going again!
As we learn, we experience several of these moments of clarity. Those "a-ha" moments. We gain some confidence. This feels good. I feel safe. I understand my job today more than yesterday.
As the morning progresses and the sun readies to present itself, the fog starts thinning. Just as I am about to reach my destination, the fog lifts and gives me a beautiful pink and golden sunrise.
Hey, I think I'm going to like this new career growth opportunity! Despite the limited visibility today, I know I can handle this commute. If God sends a new patch of fog in my pathway, I'll just use my "fog lights" to get me through -- my co-workers, friends and family.
A prayer for a safe journey wouldn't hurt either.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Progress report
Do you remember the nights your parents had to go meet your teachers for the parent-teacher conferences? Even if you considered yourself a good student, you'd feel a little anxious and you'd keep your fingers crossed that there would be nothing but good said about you.
It's different being on the other side of the scenario now. We the parents hold some power on these nights! Or we find out we are powerless over our children.
Tonight we had conferences for two of the boys. Jim went to the junior high for Clay's. He was not looking forward to it. Clay is still struggling with 9th grade. Well struggling isn't even the appropriate word because a person can't struggle when there is no effort.
Needless to say, Jim wasn't surprised to hear that Clay could help his grades if he attended school on a regular basis. I've mentioned before that Clay comes up with some sort of an ailment at least one day a week to miss school. As a result, he's not getting in-class work done or his homework. The key words heard: He's got potential if he'd show up. At this point, I think the teachers are feeling as powerless as we are.
Carter's conference, on the other hand, was pretty positive. Just like Clay, he's got potential but the difference is -- he's applying it. His teacher joked with us that she plans to fail Carter so she can keep him another year. That gave us a good feeling. Yes, he's a social butterfly, but already excelling in all subjects particularly math and, what a surprise, English/writing. (We got to read some entertaining samples of his work. I told him it's about time he starts a blog!)
His teacher said he's a bright, intelligent kid and we should feel fortunate about that. And we really should. We are gratefull all three boys are bright. We just have to help Clay find the motivation and help Carter keep it. Hmm... I wonder if they teach classes in that!
It's different being on the other side of the scenario now. We the parents hold some power on these nights! Or we find out we are powerless over our children.
Tonight we had conferences for two of the boys. Jim went to the junior high for Clay's. He was not looking forward to it. Clay is still struggling with 9th grade. Well struggling isn't even the appropriate word because a person can't struggle when there is no effort.
Needless to say, Jim wasn't surprised to hear that Clay could help his grades if he attended school on a regular basis. I've mentioned before that Clay comes up with some sort of an ailment at least one day a week to miss school. As a result, he's not getting in-class work done or his homework. The key words heard: He's got potential if he'd show up. At this point, I think the teachers are feeling as powerless as we are.
Carter's conference, on the other hand, was pretty positive. Just like Clay, he's got potential but the difference is -- he's applying it. His teacher joked with us that she plans to fail Carter so she can keep him another year. That gave us a good feeling. Yes, he's a social butterfly, but already excelling in all subjects particularly math and, what a surprise, English/writing. (We got to read some entertaining samples of his work. I told him it's about time he starts a blog!)
His teacher said he's a bright, intelligent kid and we should feel fortunate about that. And we really should. We are gratefull all three boys are bright. We just have to help Clay find the motivation and help Carter keep it. Hmm... I wonder if they teach classes in that!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Small world
Friends of mine who have gone to Disney World and Disney Land say they hear the song "It's a Small World" no less than a dozen times during their visit. The lyrics are meant to bring us all closer, like one big happy family, but the song gets a bit annoying after the 8th or 9th time ... OK maybe after the 3rd time.
These days, when I think of a "small world" I look at the vast communication networks -- through phones, computers, satellites -- that make it seem like a friend or colleague in China is in the same room. All these technological advances are making this seem like a really small world.
Today, I got a chance to see just how small we are.
This afternoon we visited the state of the art planetarium at the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point, just up the road. It was a first visit for Carter and me -- and we were quite impressed.
The director spent the first several minutes pointing out stars, planets and constellations we likely would see on a night like tonight (close to the official end of summer). I think he could have spent the whole time teaching us on that and it would have been enough to retain. We saw the Milky Way and realize Earth is such a teeny tiny part of it. Literally a really small world.
The second part of the presentation was on the NASA space program -- its successes as well as its failures. (I still get choked up when I see the Challenger explosion from 1986.) What was interesting about this part is NASA's plans for the future. Did you know that by the time Carter graduates from high school in 2016 there may be an "outpost" on the moon? A place where astronauts and scientists can work, study and research? Incredible.
If you ever get a chance to check out a planetarium, I'd encourage you to do so. It's pretty interesting no matter what your age. And it gives you a new perspective on where we are and what's out there.
It's supposed to be a clear night tonight so I might just have to do a little star gazing in the hot tub -- hey, that's the best of both small worlds, don't ya think?
These days, when I think of a "small world" I look at the vast communication networks -- through phones, computers, satellites -- that make it seem like a friend or colleague in China is in the same room. All these technological advances are making this seem like a really small world.
Today, I got a chance to see just how small we are.
This afternoon we visited the state of the art planetarium at the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point, just up the road. It was a first visit for Carter and me -- and we were quite impressed.
The director spent the first several minutes pointing out stars, planets and constellations we likely would see on a night like tonight (close to the official end of summer). I think he could have spent the whole time teaching us on that and it would have been enough to retain. We saw the Milky Way and realize Earth is such a teeny tiny part of it. Literally a really small world.
The second part of the presentation was on the NASA space program -- its successes as well as its failures. (I still get choked up when I see the Challenger explosion from 1986.) What was interesting about this part is NASA's plans for the future. Did you know that by the time Carter graduates from high school in 2016 there may be an "outpost" on the moon? A place where astronauts and scientists can work, study and research? Incredible.
If you ever get a chance to check out a planetarium, I'd encourage you to do so. It's pretty interesting no matter what your age. And it gives you a new perspective on where we are and what's out there.
It's supposed to be a clear night tonight so I might just have to do a little star gazing in the hot tub -- hey, that's the best of both small worlds, don't ya think?
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Extreme Makeover :: Conclusion
OK, since my fans were clamouring for an updated "new hair" picture (blah, blah, blah), I had Jim take one of me (at left) after we went out to dinner Friday night.
There are two ways I can style my hair now (that I recall from the hairdresser's instructions). When it's styled like this picture, I guess I don't look so different after all. Or maybe I'm used to it already!
Carter did point out the grays are gone now. Thanks, son. I hadn't even thought about that. You have to appreciate the honesty of children. You might as well appreciate it -- because you can't stop it! And, in this case, he found another reason to validate my pampering! So thanks, son. Sincerely.
There are two ways I can style my hair now (that I recall from the hairdresser's instructions). When it's styled like this picture, I guess I don't look so different after all. Or maybe I'm used to it already!
Carter did point out the grays are gone now. Thanks, son. I hadn't even thought about that. You have to appreciate the honesty of children. You might as well appreciate it -- because you can't stop it! And, in this case, he found another reason to validate my pampering! So thanks, son. Sincerely.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Lost in Translation :: Part 2
The Austin family is probably due for a tune-up -- or at least an ear cleaning.
Not too long ago, I mentioned a few examples of Carter's translations of Daddy and Mommy-speak (remember hilarious was heard as "how Larry is.") Well now I've had a doozy of my own.
This week was the achievement tests for the fourth-graders. It's not the kind of test the students can study for so the teacher just encouraged us parents to be sure our kids got to sleep early and ate a hearty breakfast.
Each night when we pick Carter up at the sitter's after school, we always ask how his day is and see what homework he has so we can plan our evening. So I asked, "What do you have to do tonight?" I thought his response was, "Nothing, just wrestling practice."
Well this is the first I've heard of that. I asked: "Wrestling practice? Why do you have that? For gym?"
I was quickly corrected. "Mom, I didn't say wrestling practice, I said rest and breakfast!"
Rest and breakfast. Wrestling practice. Rest and breakfast.
Either I'm losing my mind or my hearing. Don't say it. Probably a little bit of both. And that's not funny (or how Larry is).
Not too long ago, I mentioned a few examples of Carter's translations of Daddy and Mommy-speak (remember hilarious was heard as "how Larry is.") Well now I've had a doozy of my own.
This week was the achievement tests for the fourth-graders. It's not the kind of test the students can study for so the teacher just encouraged us parents to be sure our kids got to sleep early and ate a hearty breakfast.
Each night when we pick Carter up at the sitter's after school, we always ask how his day is and see what homework he has so we can plan our evening. So I asked, "What do you have to do tonight?" I thought his response was, "Nothing, just wrestling practice."
Well this is the first I've heard of that. I asked: "Wrestling practice? Why do you have that? For gym?"
I was quickly corrected. "Mom, I didn't say wrestling practice, I said rest and breakfast!"
Rest and breakfast. Wrestling practice. Rest and breakfast.
Either I'm losing my mind or my hearing. Don't say it. Probably a little bit of both. And that's not funny (or how Larry is).
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Dodging bullets
We're just about to embark on deer hunting season here in Wisconsin, when blaze orange is fashionable whether you're a hunter, a "hunter's widow" or just don't want to get shot while you're outside.
I come from a long line of non-hunters but I know a thing or two about dodging bullets. You've all heard the expression before. When someone has a near-miss, a catastrophe avoided, we say we "dodged a bullet."
I had a health scare recently. And yes, I'll use the word scare. It starts out as a concern. Then there are some tests. Then, while you wait a week for the results, your mind conjures up all sorts of possibilities and it becomes a full-blown scare. What if it's this? What if it's that?
I wish I could be one of those "glass half full" types, but I'm not. Not consistently at least. I was concerned. I was scared. My imagination ran wild. This morning, though, my doctor informed me my tests were clear. That part is a relief. Of course, this means I still have symptoms searching for a cause. I do have some options to consider and trust me, I'm calm about this. I dodged what I consider the big bullet. It will be OK.
What did I learn from this? The unknown is pretty stinkin' scary, isn't it? It really tests our faith. I can't honestly believe that for one minute I am in control of much of anything in my life. There's a higher power who handles that and I have to believe He won't throw anything my way I can't handle.
Yes, I did dodge a bullet. So what am I going to do about it? Show my gratitude by taking care of my body in ways I can control. I finally said goodbye to my desk for an hour today and went running at lunch. I also returned to Weight Watchers and faced the music there.
It's a start. You can still dodge bullets with baby steps. Just be sure to throw on some blaze orange!
I come from a long line of non-hunters but I know a thing or two about dodging bullets. You've all heard the expression before. When someone has a near-miss, a catastrophe avoided, we say we "dodged a bullet."
I had a health scare recently. And yes, I'll use the word scare. It starts out as a concern. Then there are some tests. Then, while you wait a week for the results, your mind conjures up all sorts of possibilities and it becomes a full-blown scare. What if it's this? What if it's that?
I wish I could be one of those "glass half full" types, but I'm not. Not consistently at least. I was concerned. I was scared. My imagination ran wild. This morning, though, my doctor informed me my tests were clear. That part is a relief. Of course, this means I still have symptoms searching for a cause. I do have some options to consider and trust me, I'm calm about this. I dodged what I consider the big bullet. It will be OK.
What did I learn from this? The unknown is pretty stinkin' scary, isn't it? It really tests our faith. I can't honestly believe that for one minute I am in control of much of anything in my life. There's a higher power who handles that and I have to believe He won't throw anything my way I can't handle.
Yes, I did dodge a bullet. So what am I going to do about it? Show my gratitude by taking care of my body in ways I can control. I finally said goodbye to my desk for an hour today and went running at lunch. I also returned to Weight Watchers and faced the music there.
It's a start. You can still dodge bullets with baby steps. Just be sure to throw on some blaze orange!
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Artist in residence
Any parent will tell you, close to a truckload of art projects find their way home to us each school year. Of course, no matter what they look like, we are proud of each one (and say so!) and are occasionally thrilled some creative DNA has reached another generation.
Carter has a new art teacher this year. One of his first lessons was line drawings. I was never any good at this stuff, but this teacher had a great idea. He turned the item they were "copying" upside down so the kids were concentrating on the lines -- not the image.
I hope you can tell by the picture at right that their big project was drawing Mona Lisa. You can barely make out Carter's name on the lower right -- it looks like it's written upside down because during the activity, that was the top left of the paper and, therefore, rightside up. (Stop and re-read. It does make sense.)
We told Carter he did a great job. He was especially pleased with the background. "We got to choose the background setting so I drew her sitting in a monster truck!"
Mona Lisa in a monster truck?! And they say kids aren't using their imagination these days!
Carter has a new art teacher this year. One of his first lessons was line drawings. I was never any good at this stuff, but this teacher had a great idea. He turned the item they were "copying" upside down so the kids were concentrating on the lines -- not the image.I hope you can tell by the picture at right that their big project was drawing Mona Lisa. You can barely make out Carter's name on the lower right -- it looks like it's written upside down because during the activity, that was the top left of the paper and, therefore, rightside up. (Stop and re-read. It does make sense.)
We told Carter he did a great job. He was especially pleased with the background. "We got to choose the background setting so I drew her sitting in a monster truck!"
Mona Lisa in a monster truck?! And they say kids aren't using their imagination these days!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Extreme makeover
I blame my friend Jana for pushing this notion that women deserve to be pampered on occasion. I blame her ... and I thank her.
In an unprecedented move for me, I took the morning off to have my hair done. Jana did, too. She came with me for moral support! Why would I need moral support? Well, for me I was venturing into the unknown and I wanted a friend to hold my hand, so to speak, along the journey.
Yes, the unknown. I don't think I've spent more than the Cost Cutters minimum on any sort of haircut ever. And I certainly haven't paid anyone to color or style my hair either. So this was something new for me. Plus, I had decided I wanted a change -- a bold change perhaps -- and I needed Jana there so I couldn't talk myself out of it.
I think I owe her a consulting fee, too. She helped pick out the color "recipe" and advised on the cut and style as well. I loved the new color -- a mix of red, brown and blond -- but it was tough to see the hairdresser cut off 3 inches from the back of my hair. (Do you know how long it took me to grow that? It takes forever for my hair to grow!) In the end, I was OK with that, too.
Of course, now I have the challenge of replicating her style on a daily basis! I'll see how I do. I was going to post a picture but I just got home and it's lost some of its fluff and flips. So I'll have a new one taken soon. Just know that change can be good -- and you can like it!
It helped that I had such a positive response when I returned to work (including thumbs up from hubby). I heard: "You look great!" It made me wonder why I hadn't done it sooner. Then I heard a few times: "It makes you look younger!" And that made me wonder how old I looked when I woke up this morning and again, why hadn't I done this sooner.
Thanks, Jana, for being so pushy on the pampering thing. You're right, we do deserve it! I encourage you all to try it sometime.
In an unprecedented move for me, I took the morning off to have my hair done. Jana did, too. She came with me for moral support! Why would I need moral support? Well, for me I was venturing into the unknown and I wanted a friend to hold my hand, so to speak, along the journey.
Yes, the unknown. I don't think I've spent more than the Cost Cutters minimum on any sort of haircut ever. And I certainly haven't paid anyone to color or style my hair either. So this was something new for me. Plus, I had decided I wanted a change -- a bold change perhaps -- and I needed Jana there so I couldn't talk myself out of it.
I think I owe her a consulting fee, too. She helped pick out the color "recipe" and advised on the cut and style as well. I loved the new color -- a mix of red, brown and blond -- but it was tough to see the hairdresser cut off 3 inches from the back of my hair. (Do you know how long it took me to grow that? It takes forever for my hair to grow!) In the end, I was OK with that, too.
Of course, now I have the challenge of replicating her style on a daily basis! I'll see how I do. I was going to post a picture but I just got home and it's lost some of its fluff and flips. So I'll have a new one taken soon. Just know that change can be good -- and you can like it!
It helped that I had such a positive response when I returned to work (including thumbs up from hubby). I heard: "You look great!" It made me wonder why I hadn't done it sooner. Then I heard a few times: "It makes you look younger!" And that made me wonder how old I looked when I woke up this morning and again, why hadn't I done this sooner.
Thanks, Jana, for being so pushy on the pampering thing. You're right, we do deserve it! I encourage you all to try it sometime.
Monday, November 12, 2007
The sick ward (or reward)
Carter bounced back from his 24-hour bug and was perfectly fine to go back to school today. His big concern was that the Wisconsin achievement testing for 4th-graders started today. His second biggest concern was that his book order was due.
I know when I was a kid, I was lucky to get something once a year from the infamous book order. In fact, I remember exactly what I got: a Road Runner book, the Guinness Book of World Records one year and a Benji poster. That's it for my whole school career. Somewhere along the line we did get all the Laura Ingalls Wilder books -- but I don't think that was through school book orders.
Now that Carter has really been into reading this year, I try to order a book each time. But there are no promises. Each time, though, he religiously goes through the brochure and circles everything he wants. I tell myself I am not spoiling him because I am buying one item instead of the 6 he wants. (That's what I tell myself.)
This morning he really wanted this Captain Underpants fun pack. I told him I wasn't planning to order anything. "I don't have to get something for you every time," I said. His response, "But Mom, I was sick."
Oh, total flashback to when I was his age. Apparently one year for our Mother's Day program, when we had to read a poem about our mothers, little Robyn said, "My mom loves me best when I'm sick." Mom was somehow horrified by that and has never let me forget that. I think my intention was to express how much I enjoyed the extra attention when I was sick. But I think Marlys was embarrassed I was telling the world that's the only time I got attention.
I don't want Carter thinking that about his mother, but I bought him the book anyway. I did tell him, though, that it was because he has been doing well with his reading (more than 1,000 minutes in October!) -- not because he was sick. I guess only time (or a Mother's Day program) will tell if he believes that.
I know when I was a kid, I was lucky to get something once a year from the infamous book order. In fact, I remember exactly what I got: a Road Runner book, the Guinness Book of World Records one year and a Benji poster. That's it for my whole school career. Somewhere along the line we did get all the Laura Ingalls Wilder books -- but I don't think that was through school book orders.
Now that Carter has really been into reading this year, I try to order a book each time. But there are no promises. Each time, though, he religiously goes through the brochure and circles everything he wants. I tell myself I am not spoiling him because I am buying one item instead of the 6 he wants. (That's what I tell myself.)
This morning he really wanted this Captain Underpants fun pack. I told him I wasn't planning to order anything. "I don't have to get something for you every time," I said. His response, "But Mom, I was sick."
Oh, total flashback to when I was his age. Apparently one year for our Mother's Day program, when we had to read a poem about our mothers, little Robyn said, "My mom loves me best when I'm sick." Mom was somehow horrified by that and has never let me forget that. I think my intention was to express how much I enjoyed the extra attention when I was sick. But I think Marlys was embarrassed I was telling the world that's the only time I got attention.
I don't want Carter thinking that about his mother, but I bought him the book anyway. I did tell him, though, that it was because he has been doing well with his reading (more than 1,000 minutes in October!) -- not because he was sick. I guess only time (or a Mother's Day program) will tell if he believes that.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Would you rather...
Have you ever played the game "would you rather"? Participants are asked to choose between two incredibly unattractive options -- like would you rather kiss a toad or be covered with ants? You get the picture -- the obvious choice is usually to quit the game!
Had I been playing it this weekend, though, my options would have been: Would you rather watch Carter puke all day Saturday or watch the Vikings "puke" all day Sunday? Lucky me, I go to "choose" both. And both made me sick on some level.
It was 6:30 Saturday morning when Carter was up and on the toilet. Then the rest of the day, he couldn't keep anything down. He was all worried about missing school. They have the big tests this week for fourth-graders -- 4 days' worth -- so it would pretty inconvenient to miss school.
I told him not to worry -- he probably just had the 24-hour flu. He certainly took that to heart. This morning, he sneaks in our room and I hear him tell Jim: "Dad, it's been exactly 24 hours now, so I'm OK." Luckily, that is the case. He's been taking it easy today and thankfully has been able to eat again.
As for the other option, in this game. Yes, I forced myself to watch that, too, and it was just as nauseating. I didn't expect the Vikings to win. I just wanted it to be a close game. If not that, I at least wanted them to score! Yikes.
Apparently, it just wasn't meant to be a good weekend in the Austin house. Luckily, Carter and I have found the cure to what ails us -- a shot of eggnog! (Yes, it's in the stores and of course, I bought some!)
It doesn't do anything to sooth my bruised purple pride. But it helps get me through the grueling phone calls from those loving family members who have the sudden urge to reach out and touch someone (guess who?!) when the Packers beat the Vikings.
Had I been playing it this weekend, though, my options would have been: Would you rather watch Carter puke all day Saturday or watch the Vikings "puke" all day Sunday? Lucky me, I go to "choose" both. And both made me sick on some level.
It was 6:30 Saturday morning when Carter was up and on the toilet. Then the rest of the day, he couldn't keep anything down. He was all worried about missing school. They have the big tests this week for fourth-graders -- 4 days' worth -- so it would pretty inconvenient to miss school.
I told him not to worry -- he probably just had the 24-hour flu. He certainly took that to heart. This morning, he sneaks in our room and I hear him tell Jim: "Dad, it's been exactly 24 hours now, so I'm OK." Luckily, that is the case. He's been taking it easy today and thankfully has been able to eat again.
As for the other option, in this game. Yes, I forced myself to watch that, too, and it was just as nauseating. I didn't expect the Vikings to win. I just wanted it to be a close game. If not that, I at least wanted them to score! Yikes.
Apparently, it just wasn't meant to be a good weekend in the Austin house. Luckily, Carter and I have found the cure to what ails us -- a shot of eggnog! (Yes, it's in the stores and of course, I bought some!)
It doesn't do anything to sooth my bruised purple pride. But it helps get me through the grueling phone calls from those loving family members who have the sudden urge to reach out and touch someone (guess who?!) when the Packers beat the Vikings.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Surprise! :: Part 2
Shh... Don't tell anyone in my house, but I am listening to Christmas music as I type this! I've popped in one of Manhein Steamroller CDs and I am in the mood to get this holiday season started!
Now that Halloween is over, it is safe to talk about Christmas, just not time yet to crank the volume on the holiday tunes unless others are out of earshot. Some people just aren't ready for it yet. I can't help but love this time of year -- and cooking up surprises left and right. Yes, these are the kind of surprises I do like!
I'm sure any parent will agree. This is our opportunity -- our responsibility, really -- to help spread the magic. We are selfishly grateful that for just one more year, our children still believe in Santa. Still believe in surprises. Still believe in the power of giving.
For the past few years, Jim and I have concentrated our "surprise" efforts on gifts for the boys. The bigger boys are getting tougher and tougher to buy for each year, but Carter still lives in that bubble of anticipation and happiness around Christmastime.
During this same time period, Jim and I haven't really given each other gifts. We try to get something for the family or for the house. Last year, we painted our living room and got new furniture. "Santa" still had to buy something little for our stockings, though, so we're not left out on Christmas morning.
Honestly, I have so much fun trying to surprise others, I don't mind knowing what I'm getting. And this year will be no different. Since we had the day off together yesterday, Jim and I managed to get some Christmas shopping done. (Wow, before Thanksgiving even!) We helped Santa pick out a Carhartt jacket for Daddy and a set of golf clubs for Mommy. What? No gifts for the house? They must have been very good this year!
To cap off our day, we attended a surprise 40th birthday party for someone at work. And he really was totally surprised! That was cool.
It really does feel good to give when someone isn't expecting anything. Isn't that was this season is all about? The greatest gift? What a wonderful surprise! No wonder I love Christmas!
OK, I better shut off this music before I get busted! Plus, I have more surprises to plan -- and actually have wrapping to do! Let the season begin...
Now that Halloween is over, it is safe to talk about Christmas, just not time yet to crank the volume on the holiday tunes unless others are out of earshot. Some people just aren't ready for it yet. I can't help but love this time of year -- and cooking up surprises left and right. Yes, these are the kind of surprises I do like!
I'm sure any parent will agree. This is our opportunity -- our responsibility, really -- to help spread the magic. We are selfishly grateful that for just one more year, our children still believe in Santa. Still believe in surprises. Still believe in the power of giving.
For the past few years, Jim and I have concentrated our "surprise" efforts on gifts for the boys. The bigger boys are getting tougher and tougher to buy for each year, but Carter still lives in that bubble of anticipation and happiness around Christmastime.
During this same time period, Jim and I haven't really given each other gifts. We try to get something for the family or for the house. Last year, we painted our living room and got new furniture. "Santa" still had to buy something little for our stockings, though, so we're not left out on Christmas morning.
Honestly, I have so much fun trying to surprise others, I don't mind knowing what I'm getting. And this year will be no different. Since we had the day off together yesterday, Jim and I managed to get some Christmas shopping done. (Wow, before Thanksgiving even!) We helped Santa pick out a Carhartt jacket for Daddy and a set of golf clubs for Mommy. What? No gifts for the house? They must have been very good this year!
To cap off our day, we attended a surprise 40th birthday party for someone at work. And he really was totally surprised! That was cool.
It really does feel good to give when someone isn't expecting anything. Isn't that was this season is all about? The greatest gift? What a wonderful surprise! No wonder I love Christmas!
OK, I better shut off this music before I get busted! Plus, I have more surprises to plan -- and actually have wrapping to do! Let the season begin...
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Gr(ey)ve concerns
Have you been paying attention to this Hollywood writers' strike? Since I'm not much of a television watcher, it didn't concern me ... at first.
I heard about late-night shows having to air reruns. I'm in bed before 10 so I don't care much about that. Then I heard about some sitcoms and dramas that were only shot a week or so in advance so their fresh material will soon run its course. I probably can live with that. But now I heard Grey's Anatomy only has limited episodes. Yes, I'm sitting up to take notice!
Never fear, Grey's fans. I have it on good authority there's no need for alarm just yet. According to McDreamy (oh yeah, he has a real name -- Patrick Dempsey), one of the celebs lending support to the Writers Guild of America and their cause, Grey's probably has enough episodes to get us to Christmas.
OK. So then what? If they run reruns for the New Year, does the season extend to summer? The last major writers' strike happened back in 1988 and lasted nearly 6 months. Do you really think this one will last that long? And how do I become one of these valued writers who actually gets paid?
I probably should treasure each Grey's episode like it's my last! Maybe this will give the show's writers some time to think up some good story lines. No offense, but there's been some lack of sizzle this season.
Perhaps they are looking for some writers to fill in. I know of someone who would write for cheap. And I'm sure she'd be very professional about meeting McDreamy, McSteamy, McAnybody she could ...
I heard about late-night shows having to air reruns. I'm in bed before 10 so I don't care much about that. Then I heard about some sitcoms and dramas that were only shot a week or so in advance so their fresh material will soon run its course. I probably can live with that. But now I heard Grey's Anatomy only has limited episodes. Yes, I'm sitting up to take notice!
Never fear, Grey's fans. I have it on good authority there's no need for alarm just yet. According to McDreamy (oh yeah, he has a real name -- Patrick Dempsey), one of the celebs lending support to the Writers Guild of America and their cause, Grey's probably has enough episodes to get us to Christmas.
OK. So then what? If they run reruns for the New Year, does the season extend to summer? The last major writers' strike happened back in 1988 and lasted nearly 6 months. Do you really think this one will last that long? And how do I become one of these valued writers who actually gets paid?
I probably should treasure each Grey's episode like it's my last! Maybe this will give the show's writers some time to think up some good story lines. No offense, but there's been some lack of sizzle this season.
Perhaps they are looking for some writers to fill in. I know of someone who would write for cheap. And I'm sure she'd be very professional about meeting McDreamy, McSteamy, McAnybody she could ...
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Side effects
Television commercials for pharmaceuticals these days are so scary they're almost entertaining.
Whether it's your head, heart, feet or parts we don't need to talk about, most of the commercials start out with this serene scene on the beach or in a hammock or perhaps enjoying a Sunday drive. Your life will be so calm and wonderful with this new drug.
Then you hear the "possible" side effects. Typically, you'll deal with fatigue, nausea and headaches. But in some rare cases, they say, your heart will race, you'll poop your pants, you'll bleed out of your ears and you'll grow hair on your nose.
Then, they suggest, you should report that to your doctor and stop taking the medication. You don't say?! Usually when I see these commercials I'm convinced I'd rather suffer with the health problem than the side effects!
My sister told me tonight she ran across the side effects for the medication our mom is taking for her restless legs syndrome -- called RLS these days, but known to all of us kids as "jerky legs." Apparently the drug Mom takes is capable of triggering compulsive behaviors.
I wish I was joking, but according to the company's Web site, the side effects for this drug really say: There have been reports of patients taking certain medications to treat Parkinson's disease or RLS (including Mom's) that have reported problems with gambling, compulsive eating, and increased sex drive.
Well I know my parents, especially Mom, enjoy an awful lot of time at the casino -- and I don't want details on anything else! I always associated the gambling with their retirement age. I mean who else has time to take all these casino bus trips? But could Mom's love for the nickel slots be tied to when she began those meds? If so, can we sue the drug company for her one-armed bandit losses?
Interesting, isn't it? Makes you want to start reading labels ... or perhaps start taking the Jerky Leg pills. You might be fat and poor, but according to patient reports, it'll spice up your marriage!
Whether it's your head, heart, feet or parts we don't need to talk about, most of the commercials start out with this serene scene on the beach or in a hammock or perhaps enjoying a Sunday drive. Your life will be so calm and wonderful with this new drug.
Then you hear the "possible" side effects. Typically, you'll deal with fatigue, nausea and headaches. But in some rare cases, they say, your heart will race, you'll poop your pants, you'll bleed out of your ears and you'll grow hair on your nose.
Then, they suggest, you should report that to your doctor and stop taking the medication. You don't say?! Usually when I see these commercials I'm convinced I'd rather suffer with the health problem than the side effects!
My sister told me tonight she ran across the side effects for the medication our mom is taking for her restless legs syndrome -- called RLS these days, but known to all of us kids as "jerky legs." Apparently the drug Mom takes is capable of triggering compulsive behaviors.
I wish I was joking, but according to the company's Web site, the side effects for this drug really say: There have been reports of patients taking certain medications to treat Parkinson's disease or RLS (including Mom's) that have reported problems with gambling, compulsive eating, and increased sex drive.
Well I know my parents, especially Mom, enjoy an awful lot of time at the casino -- and I don't want details on anything else! I always associated the gambling with their retirement age. I mean who else has time to take all these casino bus trips? But could Mom's love for the nickel slots be tied to when she began those meds? If so, can we sue the drug company for her one-armed bandit losses?
Interesting, isn't it? Makes you want to start reading labels ... or perhaps start taking the Jerky Leg pills. You might be fat and poor, but according to patient reports, it'll spice up your marriage!
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Winds of change
As Winnie the Pooh would say, it's a blustery day in the Hundred Acre Wood -- or in our case, the One Acre Wood. With gusts up to 40 mph or so, I thought it might even by Winds-Day already.
When I stopped to get gas this morning, my gloveless hands were freezing as the wind whipped all my hairspray out of my head. While I stood there shivering in our first "windchill" of fall, I thought, wow, I wish this wind could blow away some of these extra pounds, too. How about some of my troubles while it's at it.
Then I had my first cup of coffee and reality returned. Unfortunately, experience has taught me that for some things, there are no quick fixes -- not even cold, purpose-driven windblown ones. Most things I gotta tackle one day at a time, maybe just an hour at a time. The key is taking that first step. If your feet ain't moving, you ain't going anywhere!
I had this dream last night about a friend of mine who lives far, far away. I see her maybe 3 times a year. In this dream, I was surprised when I saw her. She had lost like 60 pounds and she looked awesome. How did you do it? I asked. Weight Watchers, she replied. I was immediately a little jealous of her success and a lot disgusted with my own efforts (or lack of them). If only I had stuck with the program, I'd be there, too!
When I awoke, that dream stuck with me all day. It definitely mirrors my current reality -- my current struggle, my current lack of dedication. In October, I got so caught up with my month of mini-vacations and travels (complete with many mammoth meals, of course), that I lost sight of my "plan" of action to lose weight. In fact, I completely lost the action part altogether. It's no wonder my progress has been reversed. I basically took a month off!
I know I didn't tack on the extra pounds overnight. And I know, as much as I hope and wish on stars, that it won't come off overnight either -- or in a strong windstorm. I need to pick up where I left off and start moving forward, just one step at a time.
If I'm lucky, there'll be times the wind is at my back, helping to push me along... maybe even bouncing along like Tigger in our One Acre Wood.
When I stopped to get gas this morning, my gloveless hands were freezing as the wind whipped all my hairspray out of my head. While I stood there shivering in our first "windchill" of fall, I thought, wow, I wish this wind could blow away some of these extra pounds, too. How about some of my troubles while it's at it.
Then I had my first cup of coffee and reality returned. Unfortunately, experience has taught me that for some things, there are no quick fixes -- not even cold, purpose-driven windblown ones. Most things I gotta tackle one day at a time, maybe just an hour at a time. The key is taking that first step. If your feet ain't moving, you ain't going anywhere!
I had this dream last night about a friend of mine who lives far, far away. I see her maybe 3 times a year. In this dream, I was surprised when I saw her. She had lost like 60 pounds and she looked awesome. How did you do it? I asked. Weight Watchers, she replied. I was immediately a little jealous of her success and a lot disgusted with my own efforts (or lack of them). If only I had stuck with the program, I'd be there, too!
When I awoke, that dream stuck with me all day. It definitely mirrors my current reality -- my current struggle, my current lack of dedication. In October, I got so caught up with my month of mini-vacations and travels (complete with many mammoth meals, of course), that I lost sight of my "plan" of action to lose weight. In fact, I completely lost the action part altogether. It's no wonder my progress has been reversed. I basically took a month off!
I know I didn't tack on the extra pounds overnight. And I know, as much as I hope and wish on stars, that it won't come off overnight either -- or in a strong windstorm. I need to pick up where I left off and start moving forward, just one step at a time.
If I'm lucky, there'll be times the wind is at my back, helping to push me along... maybe even bouncing along like Tigger in our One Acre Wood.
Monday, November 5, 2007
In the dark
The clocks on the walls are all changed now to reflect Daylight Saving Time. But our internal clocks are a bit off kilter.
I don't mind when we "fall back" -- but just for that one night when we get an extra hour of sleep. What I don't like is driving home from the work in the dark. And, within probably two weeks, we'll be driving to work in the dark, too.
Could it be worse? Yes. Guess what I saw today? Not to use any four-letter words in the blog, but there was SNOW in Wisconsin today. I thought I saw a few flakes outside my window, but was in denial. Jim confirmed later that it snowed just a teensy bit on his way home. According to Mr. Weatherman, we might get snow showers a couple of times this week.
Yuck! I guess I'm not ready yet. Why can't we do this one step at time? Change the clocks one day and oh, say a month later, we get the climate change. I could deal with that!
In the meantime, I'll have to be sure to take a walk at lunchtime so I actually see some sunlight. I'll have to be more productive at work since I won't be able to read anything during the commute. But first and foremost, I'll have to see if I can find Carter's winter jacket from last year -- then pray it still fits!
See, I told you I'm not ready. You'd think Mother Nature would understand we mothers need a period of adjustment before we spend another extended period of time in the dark!
I don't mind when we "fall back" -- but just for that one night when we get an extra hour of sleep. What I don't like is driving home from the work in the dark. And, within probably two weeks, we'll be driving to work in the dark, too.
Could it be worse? Yes. Guess what I saw today? Not to use any four-letter words in the blog, but there was SNOW in Wisconsin today. I thought I saw a few flakes outside my window, but was in denial. Jim confirmed later that it snowed just a teensy bit on his way home. According to Mr. Weatherman, we might get snow showers a couple of times this week.
Yuck! I guess I'm not ready yet. Why can't we do this one step at time? Change the clocks one day and oh, say a month later, we get the climate change. I could deal with that!
In the meantime, I'll have to be sure to take a walk at lunchtime so I actually see some sunlight. I'll have to be more productive at work since I won't be able to read anything during the commute. But first and foremost, I'll have to see if I can find Carter's winter jacket from last year -- then pray it still fits!
See, I told you I'm not ready. You'd think Mother Nature would understand we mothers need a period of adjustment before we spend another extended period of time in the dark!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Fired up
Did you hear the air horn sound off from our deck just a moment ago? The Vikings finally got a win! And by some stroke of luck, we actually got to watch the game on TV. We don't see too many of their games here in the heart of Packer country, so it was awesome to see a good one!
It was especially sweet to see them beat the Chargers. The last time I watched them play, it was in person, and it wasn't pretty.
Four years ago this weekend actually, Jim and I flew out to San Diego expecting to see a rockin' game. The Vikings had started out undefeated. We were on a roll. So on a whim -- and trust me, we don't have whims very often -- we decided to go out to the game and stay with a couple I knew through my new job.
At first, we were lucky to even get there. Just like this fall, the dry conditions and Santa Ana winds had fed wildfires everywhere out there. Just days before we were supposed to fly out, our friends had many of their belongings packed and were on standby for evacuation. Fortunately for them, the winds subsided, the fires were under control and their visitors from Wisconsin were able to come. Unfortunately for us, we still flew out there and learned an expensive lesson in humility.
I can't remember the exact circumstances, but for some reason Chargers QB Drew Brees was benched and old man Doug Flutie got to quarterback. He had just turned 41 so we were thinking: No problem, we'll kick his retirement butt.
Never underestimate the little guy. With his help, the Chargers kicked our purple pride all over San Diego, soundly defeating us 42-28. It was a long trolley ride back to the 'burbs. At least we enjoyed some sightseeing and sailing while we were out there -- so I did get a few scrapbook pages out of the trip! (Priorities, you know!)
Having learned my lesson in pride and all that, I will quietly enjoy the feeling of a W this week... and maybe not so quietly hope we stay "on fire" for next week's match-up against the Pack. I think I know better than to talk smack or boast prematurely. I think I know better... but that hasn't stopped me before!
It was especially sweet to see them beat the Chargers. The last time I watched them play, it was in person, and it wasn't pretty.
Four years ago this weekend actually, Jim and I flew out to San Diego expecting to see a rockin' game. The Vikings had started out undefeated. We were on a roll. So on a whim -- and trust me, we don't have whims very often -- we decided to go out to the game and stay with a couple I knew through my new job.
At first, we were lucky to even get there. Just like this fall, the dry conditions and Santa Ana winds had fed wildfires everywhere out there. Just days before we were supposed to fly out, our friends had many of their belongings packed and were on standby for evacuation. Fortunately for them, the winds subsided, the fires were under control and their visitors from Wisconsin were able to come. Unfortunately for us, we still flew out there and learned an expensive lesson in humility.
I can't remember the exact circumstances, but for some reason Chargers QB Drew Brees was benched and old man Doug Flutie got to quarterback. He had just turned 41 so we were thinking: No problem, we'll kick his retirement butt.
Never underestimate the little guy. With his help, the Chargers kicked our purple pride all over San Diego, soundly defeating us 42-28. It was a long trolley ride back to the 'burbs. At least we enjoyed some sightseeing and sailing while we were out there -- so I did get a few scrapbook pages out of the trip! (Priorities, you know!)
Having learned my lesson in pride and all that, I will quietly enjoy the feeling of a W this week... and maybe not so quietly hope we stay "on fire" for next week's match-up against the Pack. I think I know better than to talk smack or boast prematurely. I think I know better... but that hasn't stopped me before!
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Bugging out
I'm not a fan of creepy-crawly things -- especially ones that fly, too. Lady bugs are incredible pests this time of year, but do you get those Box Elder bugs in your house? We call them "stink bugs" 'cause if you kill them, they let off a stench. Trust me, I rolled over one in bed the other night, and that wasn't pleasant!
I also hate spiders and no one in our house wants to be anywhere near a bee these days. But to humor my dear son, I saw movies with him today about both of those critters. I don't go to many movies so I'm not qualified to "judge" them, but I'll put on my movie-critic hat anyway (we can do what we want in blogs, you know).
There has been some hype -- on kids cable channels anyway -- about The Bee Movie. I realized as much as I like Seinfeld, 90 minutes of Jerry was too much. They just tried too hard with the puns in this movie. They also threw in a bunch of adult humor and references that kids wouldn't understand. Carter has never heard of Sting, Larry King or Ray Liotta, so that was lost on him -- and I'm sure a lot of young viewers.
Carter and I agreed it was OK, just wasn't the best kids movie we've seen. Believe me, though, I've sat through worse! (My worst endurance test was Son of the Mask and Jim's was Rugrats in Paris. Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children!)
I asked Carter if seeing the funny bees in the movie make him less scared of bees. He said no, but if bees could really think like humans then they'd probably feel bad, especially if they sting someone who's allergic. But since they don't have human brains, they'll keep stinging us, unfortunately! Good point.
The other movie we watched was Spider-Man 3 on DVD. Carter went to see this in May with a buddy for their birthdays. This was the first Jim and I got to watch it. There's some creepy, scary stuff, but I liked it. This one I'd recommend!
Lots of action I'll probably re-live in weird dreams tonight! Good thing we turn the clocks back. I'll have an extra hour to see if Seinfeld will take on the Sandman! Whoops. Different movies. This is what happens when I watch two movies in one day. Now I know why I stick to one TV show a week. And if McDreamy shows up to save Spider-Man, then we know I've got problems ... well, we sort of know that already.
Seen any good movies lately?
I also hate spiders and no one in our house wants to be anywhere near a bee these days. But to humor my dear son, I saw movies with him today about both of those critters. I don't go to many movies so I'm not qualified to "judge" them, but I'll put on my movie-critic hat anyway (we can do what we want in blogs, you know).
There has been some hype -- on kids cable channels anyway -- about The Bee Movie. I realized as much as I like Seinfeld, 90 minutes of Jerry was too much. They just tried too hard with the puns in this movie. They also threw in a bunch of adult humor and references that kids wouldn't understand. Carter has never heard of Sting, Larry King or Ray Liotta, so that was lost on him -- and I'm sure a lot of young viewers.
Carter and I agreed it was OK, just wasn't the best kids movie we've seen. Believe me, though, I've sat through worse! (My worst endurance test was Son of the Mask and Jim's was Rugrats in Paris. Oh, the sacrifices we make for our children!)
I asked Carter if seeing the funny bees in the movie make him less scared of bees. He said no, but if bees could really think like humans then they'd probably feel bad, especially if they sting someone who's allergic. But since they don't have human brains, they'll keep stinging us, unfortunately! Good point.
The other movie we watched was Spider-Man 3 on DVD. Carter went to see this in May with a buddy for their birthdays. This was the first Jim and I got to watch it. There's some creepy, scary stuff, but I liked it. This one I'd recommend!
Lots of action I'll probably re-live in weird dreams tonight! Good thing we turn the clocks back. I'll have an extra hour to see if Seinfeld will take on the Sandman! Whoops. Different movies. This is what happens when I watch two movies in one day. Now I know why I stick to one TV show a week. And if McDreamy shows up to save Spider-Man, then we know I've got problems ... well, we sort of know that already.
Seen any good movies lately?
Friday, November 2, 2007
Woe is me
Welcome to my pity party!
In the past week, I've had immunizations for tetanus, whooping cough and the flu -- and now I've been sick all week. Coincidence? Probably, but I like looking for any excuse not to go near needles again!
Not sure if it's allergies or what, but I've gone through a couple of boxes of tissues this week, along with some cough drops, allergy pills and Nyquil. It feels like my head has been floating above my body like a helium balloon!
There are some cases of the croup going around one of the daycares in Iola. Someone suggested perhaps, I've got it, too! I had to look it up, but it does specify it's a childhood illness. Hmmmm .... Either I need to grow up or I just need some rest!
I came home to an empty house tonight. Carter abandoned me for the girls in the neighborhood and Jim must be hanging out with the "boys." I had hoped to go out to eat but instead I went grocery shopping so we'd have milk for breakfast. How's that for excitement? Here's me bragging I couldn't wait to have nothing to do. How incredibly boring that makes things!
I suppose I could get some decent rest tonight. Maybe I can sleep away this nasty head cold so I can do something exciting tomorrow like dust and vacuum! I know, you wish you could trade places with me, don't you? Sorry, only one coughing, whining, undomestic goddess per household allowed!
In the past week, I've had immunizations for tetanus, whooping cough and the flu -- and now I've been sick all week. Coincidence? Probably, but I like looking for any excuse not to go near needles again!
Not sure if it's allergies or what, but I've gone through a couple of boxes of tissues this week, along with some cough drops, allergy pills and Nyquil. It feels like my head has been floating above my body like a helium balloon!
There are some cases of the croup going around one of the daycares in Iola. Someone suggested perhaps, I've got it, too! I had to look it up, but it does specify it's a childhood illness. Hmmmm .... Either I need to grow up or I just need some rest!
I came home to an empty house tonight. Carter abandoned me for the girls in the neighborhood and Jim must be hanging out with the "boys." I had hoped to go out to eat but instead I went grocery shopping so we'd have milk for breakfast. How's that for excitement? Here's me bragging I couldn't wait to have nothing to do. How incredibly boring that makes things!
I suppose I could get some decent rest tonight. Maybe I can sleep away this nasty head cold so I can do something exciting tomorrow like dust and vacuum! I know, you wish you could trade places with me, don't you? Sorry, only one coughing, whining, undomestic goddess per household allowed!
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Gimme a break
As much as I hate to see time fly by, it felt good to change the calendar this morning. November already? Phew! Time to slow down and take a breath before the next roller coaster ride.
Just like Robyn on her broom, October flew by at warp speed. Part of the reason is that I found myself out of town every single weekend. I feel like I haven't been home much (and the house looks like it).
I loved looking at the calendar today and seeing nothing -- absolutely nothing -- listed on the weekends until Turkey Weekend. It will feel so good to do nothing! I mean, this is the relaxing time of the year, right? Right.
When I went to Wal-Mart the other night to get a last-minute Halloween thing, the black and orange had already been scrunched into one aisle -- flanked by two aisles of red and green. It was hard to ignore -- but I am going to have to try (for now at least).
I need to focus on some other priorities. I need to de-clutter my "ohmigod" room (computer room) and my closet. Carter's room and the basement need an overhaul. I have some hot family tree leads to pursue. I need to start walking, running or just plain moving again. And oh how I need to get some scrapbooking done!
Good thing I've got nothing to do but relax at home this month. Perhaps I should put myself under house arrest!
Just like Robyn on her broom, October flew by at warp speed. Part of the reason is that I found myself out of town every single weekend. I feel like I haven't been home much (and the house looks like it).
I loved looking at the calendar today and seeing nothing -- absolutely nothing -- listed on the weekends until Turkey Weekend. It will feel so good to do nothing! I mean, this is the relaxing time of the year, right? Right.
When I went to Wal-Mart the other night to get a last-minute Halloween thing, the black and orange had already been scrunched into one aisle -- flanked by two aisles of red and green. It was hard to ignore -- but I am going to have to try (for now at least).
I need to focus on some other priorities. I need to de-clutter my "ohmigod" room (computer room) and my closet. Carter's room and the basement need an overhaul. I have some hot family tree leads to pursue. I need to start walking, running or just plain moving again. And oh how I need to get some scrapbooking done!
Good thing I've got nothing to do but relax at home this month. Perhaps I should put myself under house arrest!
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