I caught the Martha Stewart bug this morning. After baking cinnamon rolls for breakfast, I made my famous Hornet's Nest Cake for a bonfire party tonight and made some bars called Speedy Little Devils for Carter and Casey to enjoy for the Super Bowl. I was going to get some more banana bread made, too, but frankly, I was just tired of standing!
Earlier this week, my friend Sue from work invited us over for a bonfire tonight. Her son and Carter went to Kidz Camp together last year and hit it off. He was very excited this week that Carter was coming over on Saturday. We, on the other hand, didn't tell Carter about it until today.
He knew we were going somewhere but I wouldn't tell him where. He had to "buy" clues by doing homework, making his bed, reading... At about 4 o'clock he figured it out and was pretty fired up. By then he only had to wait an hour and a half before departure, so he was OK with that. (They live close enough to work where it was a 45-minute drive for us.)
We couldn't have asked for better weather. After the frigid cold we've had, today was one of those mild winter days in the 30s where you felt like you should be sitting out on your front deck! So we did not freeze around the campfire. We were able to enjoy the fire, some fireworks, then warmed up with homemade soup and chili and good conversation.
The nice thing about going to a party where you don't know many people is that you aren't going to waste your time griping about work. The conversation tends to be more general, yet positive. So Carter had a great time with a group of mostly new kids and hubby and I got to hang out and be adults. Wow. It was almost like a date!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Small Victories
If we only waited until the big wins happen, we'd have few occasions to celebrate. That's why I'm a big believer in celebrating the small victories. They keep us moving forward in a more positive frame of mind.
Here are a few small victories this week...
Idol Chat: Last night when we watched American Idol, we did not get to see the actual audition of my friend's niece and husband. However, in a quick montage of winners, we did see them kissing each other and holding up their "golden tickets." So it's onto Hollywood, baby! Hopefully next week we'll see more of them, but for now it's very exciting for my friend and her family. (And I'm sort of into it, too.)
Book Worm: Carter is starting the semester off on the right note. He got his first book read already and tested on it today. We gradually have been getting better at pacing out the reading so he doesn't have to "cram" every weekend to finish a book. It was good to get one out of the way so early -- and I didn't even have to read this one to quiz him. That's a small victory right there. He's gaining confidence in his understanding of the books. And he ended up doing pretty well on the test, too!
Perfect Attendance: Although there was no school Monday for the district, somebody managed to get to his new school four days in a row! Today he overslept and missed the bus. But instead of saying, "Screw it" and staying home, he called Grandpa and got a ride so he wouldn't miss. That feels like a huge victory, but we're not going to overreact. We're still taking this one day at a time.
Learning Curve: My new responsibilities at work involve a major project that will take a lot of steps to complete. (And a whole lotta learning on my part.) Right before I headed home today I finished off the first step. I'm feeling a bit anxious about some upcoming steps, but knowing I'm off to a good start is a boost. I'm not cocky or anything, but I'm not scared either. That's something anyway.
Super Sunday: Martha Stewart has officially taken over my body for the weekend. The good news is, she arrived early. Tonight I made Superbowl Sugar Cookies to take to a party Sunday. I decorated half of them with red sugar (for the Cardinals) and the rest of them with yellow & brown sprinkles (for the Steelers). I have a few more treats to make tomorrow for a bonfire tomorrow night and for the game Sunday. It feels good to get some of it done. Now the "victory" will come when I manage to keep everyone's hands out of the cookie jar until then!
Here are a few small victories this week...
Idol Chat: Last night when we watched American Idol, we did not get to see the actual audition of my friend's niece and husband. However, in a quick montage of winners, we did see them kissing each other and holding up their "golden tickets." So it's onto Hollywood, baby! Hopefully next week we'll see more of them, but for now it's very exciting for my friend and her family. (And I'm sort of into it, too.)
Book Worm: Carter is starting the semester off on the right note. He got his first book read already and tested on it today. We gradually have been getting better at pacing out the reading so he doesn't have to "cram" every weekend to finish a book. It was good to get one out of the way so early -- and I didn't even have to read this one to quiz him. That's a small victory right there. He's gaining confidence in his understanding of the books. And he ended up doing pretty well on the test, too!
Perfect Attendance: Although there was no school Monday for the district, somebody managed to get to his new school four days in a row! Today he overslept and missed the bus. But instead of saying, "Screw it" and staying home, he called Grandpa and got a ride so he wouldn't miss. That feels like a huge victory, but we're not going to overreact. We're still taking this one day at a time.
Learning Curve: My new responsibilities at work involve a major project that will take a lot of steps to complete. (And a whole lotta learning on my part.) Right before I headed home today I finished off the first step. I'm feeling a bit anxious about some upcoming steps, but knowing I'm off to a good start is a boost. I'm not cocky or anything, but I'm not scared either. That's something anyway.
Super Sunday: Martha Stewart has officially taken over my body for the weekend. The good news is, she arrived early. Tonight I made Superbowl Sugar Cookies to take to a party Sunday. I decorated half of them with red sugar (for the Cardinals) and the rest of them with yellow & brown sprinkles (for the Steelers). I have a few more treats to make tomorrow for a bonfire tomorrow night and for the game Sunday. It feels good to get some of it done. Now the "victory" will come when I manage to keep everyone's hands out of the cookie jar until then!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Just Journalin'
That's What Boys are Made of: Yesterday Carter's class got to view the "human growth and development" video at school. Leading up to the big day, he was a bit nervous about it, wondering why they had to watch it. I told him it would be good to know how his body is going to be changing in coming years -- and what girls are going through, too, so he knows not to tease them. We asked him last night how it went and Daddy offers, "You have any questions for Mom?" Nope, he said. He already asked his male teacher his questions. So we're off the hook ... for now. I did notice he was getting a pimple last night and he said, "Oh, I'm gonna hate puberty!" Oh honey, you don't know the half of it.
Snow Emergency: If you think we've got it bad in Wisconsin and Minnesota, be thankful we don't live in Cincinnati. Our counterparts at our work headquarters there couldn't even work yesterday. The massive snow and ice storm caused power outages and a "level 3" snow emergency -- which basically makes it illegal to drive. I've never heard of that. Maybe it's just a big city thing. I wonder, though, at what point we'd say it's "illegal" to drive in Wisconsin and Minnesota. And who would listen?
American Idol: Last year was the first time I got hooked on American Idol. Since I can't justify sitting on the couch every night, I wouldn't watch every episode, but I got into it toward the end when the talent pool was good. This year I have a bona fide reason to watch (hopefully a lot). My girlfriend's niece and husband both auditioned in New York. That show airs tonight at 7 p.m. If you are fan, watch for Jennifer (Jenn) Korbee and Tom Korbee. They might just be the first married couple to make the first cut! My friend Becky says as long as they're in the competition, the Idol party's at her house. Now I can't turn that down, can I? A couch and a 50-inch TV? Keep your fingers crossed!
New Beginnings: I am learning a lot about my new job this week. It's kind of exciting. I didn't realize how much I was eager to try something new. It's not going to be easy, but I am up for the challenge! I'm not the only one in our family with fresh starts this week. The son formerly known as Truant is actually making it to school (at his new school) every day and is feeling good about it. We remain cautiously optimistic since the homework phase hasn't started yet. But getting him there in the first place was half the battle ... and then some. We'll keep our fingers crossed on that one, too.
Snow Emergency: If you think we've got it bad in Wisconsin and Minnesota, be thankful we don't live in Cincinnati. Our counterparts at our work headquarters there couldn't even work yesterday. The massive snow and ice storm caused power outages and a "level 3" snow emergency -- which basically makes it illegal to drive. I've never heard of that. Maybe it's just a big city thing. I wonder, though, at what point we'd say it's "illegal" to drive in Wisconsin and Minnesota. And who would listen?
American Idol: Last year was the first time I got hooked on American Idol. Since I can't justify sitting on the couch every night, I wouldn't watch every episode, but I got into it toward the end when the talent pool was good. This year I have a bona fide reason to watch (hopefully a lot). My girlfriend's niece and husband both auditioned in New York. That show airs tonight at 7 p.m. If you are fan, watch for Jennifer (Jenn) Korbee and Tom Korbee. They might just be the first married couple to make the first cut! My friend Becky says as long as they're in the competition, the Idol party's at her house. Now I can't turn that down, can I? A couch and a 50-inch TV? Keep your fingers crossed!
New Beginnings: I am learning a lot about my new job this week. It's kind of exciting. I didn't realize how much I was eager to try something new. It's not going to be easy, but I am up for the challenge! I'm not the only one in our family with fresh starts this week. The son formerly known as Truant is actually making it to school (at his new school) every day and is feeling good about it. We remain cautiously optimistic since the homework phase hasn't started yet. But getting him there in the first place was half the battle ... and then some. We'll keep our fingers crossed on that one, too.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Told You So!
I'm not one to say "I told you so." What am I saying? Of course I am! Who isn't?
You know how we've had this mild struggle with Carter wanting to take his new Nintendo DS to school and mean Mommy saying no? Well yesterday he came home with a note from the principal, addressed to all students and parents, informing them of 3 recent thefts of Nintendo DS systems! The note extended a stern warning that these expensive "toys" should be left at home. Now where have we heard this before?
I think Daddy was joking when he said to Carter, "You should probably hang that up so you can look at it every time you think Mom and Dad have a dumb idea."
Apparently Carter took his advice to heart and the note hangs on the wall by his desk in his room. Who needs to say "I told you so" when the writing is already on the wall?
You know how we've had this mild struggle with Carter wanting to take his new Nintendo DS to school and mean Mommy saying no? Well yesterday he came home with a note from the principal, addressed to all students and parents, informing them of 3 recent thefts of Nintendo DS systems! The note extended a stern warning that these expensive "toys" should be left at home. Now where have we heard this before?
I think Daddy was joking when he said to Carter, "You should probably hang that up so you can look at it every time you think Mom and Dad have a dumb idea."
Apparently Carter took his advice to heart and the note hangs on the wall by his desk in his room. Who needs to say "I told you so" when the writing is already on the wall?
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Halftime
Today marks the halfway point of the school year. Yesterday, the kids enjoyed a day off of school for "record keeping" first semester grades.
Today, stepson #1 (still awaiting college news) starts his very last semester of high school. Stepson #2 (affectionately known as the truant) begins classes at the "alternative" high school. And Carter starts the "I'm almost in 6th grade" bit (but let's not rush things).
It seems natural to look back and see what changes have occurred (or regretfully, not occurred) during the first half of the school year. In a nutshell, time is flying and our boys are growing up!
With the oldest, we are anxious to hear which school he'll be attending next fall while for the first time dealing with the fact he's got a girlfriend. Hubby is going to be giving him the "keep your head on straight" talk so he doesn't jeopardize his grades this last semester. We all remember senior-itis, don't we?
It's been sad to see how the situation with the middle son has deteriorated. He just can't grasp the importance of going to school. We're hoping this new setting this semester makes a difference, but learning from past experience, we remain realistic rather than optimistic. We'll just continue to pray that he'll turn the corner at some point -- preferably sooner rather than later, but that's never in our control, is it?
As for Carter, we can see that fifth grade is preparing him for being a responsible student in sixth grade and beyond. The homework, the projects, the "job" all seem to be a bit much for a 10-year-old. But he's handling it well. And we aren't afraid to keep him in line, on task, when needed, so it doesn't pile up. I don't know if it's possible to break the chain, but I am trying not to pass along that procrastination gene!
For hubby and me, it feels like a "new semester" too. It's the beginning of a new budget year at work so we have new goals to achieve in this tough economy. (Not to mention making smart expenditure decisions at home.) I have totally new job responsibilities to learn, which I am very excited about.
My last major volunteering stint is nearing an end, too. I'm even more excited, or perhaps relieved, about that! It has taken me a good 12 months to make good on my plan to say "no" to so many outside commitments and get my life back. Now, at this reflection point, I am happy to report it's happening. Hopefully in about a month, my time will be my time. Granted, my time is often Carter time, Jim time or family time. But I'll take it.
It may be halftime for the school year, but in some areas of life, it's a whole new game. And I'm ready to play ball!
Today, stepson #1 (still awaiting college news) starts his very last semester of high school. Stepson #2 (affectionately known as the truant) begins classes at the "alternative" high school. And Carter starts the "I'm almost in 6th grade" bit (but let's not rush things).
It seems natural to look back and see what changes have occurred (or regretfully, not occurred) during the first half of the school year. In a nutshell, time is flying and our boys are growing up!
With the oldest, we are anxious to hear which school he'll be attending next fall while for the first time dealing with the fact he's got a girlfriend. Hubby is going to be giving him the "keep your head on straight" talk so he doesn't jeopardize his grades this last semester. We all remember senior-itis, don't we?
It's been sad to see how the situation with the middle son has deteriorated. He just can't grasp the importance of going to school. We're hoping this new setting this semester makes a difference, but learning from past experience, we remain realistic rather than optimistic. We'll just continue to pray that he'll turn the corner at some point -- preferably sooner rather than later, but that's never in our control, is it?
As for Carter, we can see that fifth grade is preparing him for being a responsible student in sixth grade and beyond. The homework, the projects, the "job" all seem to be a bit much for a 10-year-old. But he's handling it well. And we aren't afraid to keep him in line, on task, when needed, so it doesn't pile up. I don't know if it's possible to break the chain, but I am trying not to pass along that procrastination gene!
For hubby and me, it feels like a "new semester" too. It's the beginning of a new budget year at work so we have new goals to achieve in this tough economy. (Not to mention making smart expenditure decisions at home.) I have totally new job responsibilities to learn, which I am very excited about.
My last major volunteering stint is nearing an end, too. I'm even more excited, or perhaps relieved, about that! It has taken me a good 12 months to make good on my plan to say "no" to so many outside commitments and get my life back. Now, at this reflection point, I am happy to report it's happening. Hopefully in about a month, my time will be my time. Granted, my time is often Carter time, Jim time or family time. But I'll take it.
It may be halftime for the school year, but in some areas of life, it's a whole new game. And I'm ready to play ball!
Monday, January 26, 2009
25 Random Things...
There's a "chain list" going around on Facebook (social network Web site) now where members write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. It's not hard to think of 25 things. It's hard to stop at 25. I still have so much more randomness to share!
Anyway, here is the list I shared. I might have to do one called "Another 25 random things..." at some point.
1. I am afraid of heights, rodents and large insects. I get nervous around big dogs, too.
2. I have a twin sister who has always been half a head taller than me.
3. I used to hate coffee but then some genius invented the flavored stuff. I still need to add milk or cream, though.
4. I could probably live without caffeine but am not willing to try -- yet.
5. I never knew how much a person could love until I became a mom. My baby is 10 and is the center of my universe.
6. If I could live on three foods, they would be ice cream, popcorn and just about anything mint.
7. I have probably been on a diet of some kind (or needed to be on one) since I was 16.
8. I am a huge fan of the Minnesota Twins and have seen them play in the Dome dozens of times. I'm looking forward to the outdoors experience in a year.
9. I was a camp counselor and lifeguard for two of the best summer ever at Luther Point Bible Camp.
10. I love writing. My first "published work" was an essay I entered in the county fair in 4th grade. They gave me a blue ribbon after I convinced them it was my original work -- not copied. I don't remember much about it except it was called "Life." Pretty deep for a 9-year-old. I now blog daily and try to keep it "On the Light Side."
11. I love the sun.
12. Every year I spend a "Wild Women's Weekend" with my 6 sisters somewhere in Wisconsin or Minnesota (and this past year at my sister's in Texas). It's a great time to reconnect and relax.
13. I have one brother. Everyone feels sorry for him, growing up with 7 sisters. I think he turned out alright. In fact, better than alright. I admire his faith, determination and creativity.
14. I never considered myself a potty mouth ... until I tried golf.
15. I love the '80s.
16. I used to have an evil cat named Rastro who soured me on the whole cat thing. Now we have a princess feline named Sylvester and she has changed my mind.
17. As a journalist, I have met a handful of celebrities from Al Gore to Thomas Kinkaide (lighthouse painter). My favorites were Erik Estrada and Henry Winkler because they give good hugs.
18. I like lighthouses. My teenage stepsons get a kick out of counting how many we have in the house. I don't consider myself obsessed.
19. I have probably tried every craft out there from cross-stitch to ceramics. I'm pretty much a scrapbooker these days with occasional breaks for beading.
20. Growing up in the 1970s, I became a fan of the Purple People Eaters. Although, the Vikings have broken my heart many times since, I just can't jump off that bandwagon.
21. I am not an athlete by any means but I somehow ran 2 5K races in the last few years. I love to play volleyball, too, when anyone's game.
22. I was raised Lutheran, went away from church for awhile in my wild 20s but now have a stronger faith than ever. I am a spiritual being, not just a church-goer.
23. As much as I love to talk, I don't pick up the phone unless I have to. I think I used up all my minutes in the '90s.
24. I live by the motto: "One day at a time." Sometimes, that's one hour at a time...
25. My best friend in the whole wide world is my husband Jim.
Anyway, here is the list I shared. I might have to do one called "Another 25 random things..." at some point.
1. I am afraid of heights, rodents and large insects. I get nervous around big dogs, too.
2. I have a twin sister who has always been half a head taller than me.
3. I used to hate coffee but then some genius invented the flavored stuff. I still need to add milk or cream, though.
4. I could probably live without caffeine but am not willing to try -- yet.
5. I never knew how much a person could love until I became a mom. My baby is 10 and is the center of my universe.
6. If I could live on three foods, they would be ice cream, popcorn and just about anything mint.
7. I have probably been on a diet of some kind (or needed to be on one) since I was 16.
8. I am a huge fan of the Minnesota Twins and have seen them play in the Dome dozens of times. I'm looking forward to the outdoors experience in a year.
9. I was a camp counselor and lifeguard for two of the best summer ever at Luther Point Bible Camp.
10. I love writing. My first "published work" was an essay I entered in the county fair in 4th grade. They gave me a blue ribbon after I convinced them it was my original work -- not copied. I don't remember much about it except it was called "Life." Pretty deep for a 9-year-old. I now blog daily and try to keep it "On the Light Side."
11. I love the sun.
12. Every year I spend a "Wild Women's Weekend" with my 6 sisters somewhere in Wisconsin or Minnesota (and this past year at my sister's in Texas). It's a great time to reconnect and relax.
13. I have one brother. Everyone feels sorry for him, growing up with 7 sisters. I think he turned out alright. In fact, better than alright. I admire his faith, determination and creativity.
14. I never considered myself a potty mouth ... until I tried golf.
15. I love the '80s.
16. I used to have an evil cat named Rastro who soured me on the whole cat thing. Now we have a princess feline named Sylvester and she has changed my mind.
17. As a journalist, I have met a handful of celebrities from Al Gore to Thomas Kinkaide (lighthouse painter). My favorites were Erik Estrada and Henry Winkler because they give good hugs.
18. I like lighthouses. My teenage stepsons get a kick out of counting how many we have in the house. I don't consider myself obsessed.
19. I have probably tried every craft out there from cross-stitch to ceramics. I'm pretty much a scrapbooker these days with occasional breaks for beading.
20. Growing up in the 1970s, I became a fan of the Purple People Eaters. Although, the Vikings have broken my heart many times since, I just can't jump off that bandwagon.
21. I am not an athlete by any means but I somehow ran 2 5K races in the last few years. I love to play volleyball, too, when anyone's game.
22. I was raised Lutheran, went away from church for awhile in my wild 20s but now have a stronger faith than ever. I am a spiritual being, not just a church-goer.
23. As much as I love to talk, I don't pick up the phone unless I have to. I think I used up all my minutes in the '90s.
24. I live by the motto: "One day at a time." Sometimes, that's one hour at a time...
25. My best friend in the whole wide world is my husband Jim.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Rough Road Ahead
I'm writing this on our way home from Minnesota, where I swear they have the world's bumpiest roads. Even on the interstate, they have potholes, bumps and dips, causing my thumbs to slip off the tiny keyboard on my phone.
We drove over to Cambridge, Minn., about 4 hours northwest of Wisconsin Rapids as the Honda flies, to attend a wake for the grandfather of two of my nieces and a nephew. Jim C. and his wife, Audrey, were the very first in-laws for my family, so I've known the couple since my sister got married the summer I turned 10.
I can't recall a single time I've seen them over the past 30 years when Jim didn't make me smile with some silly story or just the sound of his voice and robust laugh. He had quite the uplifting presence!
Last week when he had his stroke, all of his family (except for my niece flying home from Maryland) were at his side for his last hours. Naturally, they were in shock over the tragic turn of events, but were fortunate they could say their final goodbyes and have some closure.
Our journey through life is a lot like this drive over these bumpy Minnesota highways. Occasionally there is a sign that says, "Bump" or "Rough Road Ahead," but typically we hit the pothole or asphalt ridge without much warning. And just as our vehicle needs solid shocks and good tires to handle the bumpy terrain, we, too, need strong faith and a good support system to handle our rough roads.
We were fortunate we were able to make this trip today to be just part of the support network for the grieving family. And selfishly, spend a little unexpected time with my family who, especially at times like these, I can't take for granted. I mean, who knows what the next bump in the road will bring? It might be a minor discomfort or completely jostle us off our seat.
We know if God is in the driver's seat, we'll arrive at our destination safely. But He never promised us our journey would be free of bumps, dips and detours. Is your "car" equipped to handle it? Or is your faith in need of a tune-up? Last time I checked, God's Garage is open 24/7. No appointment necessary.
We drove over to Cambridge, Minn., about 4 hours northwest of Wisconsin Rapids as the Honda flies, to attend a wake for the grandfather of two of my nieces and a nephew. Jim C. and his wife, Audrey, were the very first in-laws for my family, so I've known the couple since my sister got married the summer I turned 10.
I can't recall a single time I've seen them over the past 30 years when Jim didn't make me smile with some silly story or just the sound of his voice and robust laugh. He had quite the uplifting presence!
Last week when he had his stroke, all of his family (except for my niece flying home from Maryland) were at his side for his last hours. Naturally, they were in shock over the tragic turn of events, but were fortunate they could say their final goodbyes and have some closure.
Our journey through life is a lot like this drive over these bumpy Minnesota highways. Occasionally there is a sign that says, "Bump" or "Rough Road Ahead," but typically we hit the pothole or asphalt ridge without much warning. And just as our vehicle needs solid shocks and good tires to handle the bumpy terrain, we, too, need strong faith and a good support system to handle our rough roads.
We were fortunate we were able to make this trip today to be just part of the support network for the grieving family. And selfishly, spend a little unexpected time with my family who, especially at times like these, I can't take for granted. I mean, who knows what the next bump in the road will bring? It might be a minor discomfort or completely jostle us off our seat.
We know if God is in the driver's seat, we'll arrive at our destination safely. But He never promised us our journey would be free of bumps, dips and detours. Is your "car" equipped to handle it? Or is your faith in need of a tune-up? Last time I checked, God's Garage is open 24/7. No appointment necessary.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Free Time
Well I finally had some of that free time I'm always wishing for. The problem today was that another "arctic blast" is making its way through so we really didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. (Poor hubby... quite a switch from being in sunny California all week.)
I got some housecleaning done this morning, then made banana bread, had lunch and it wasn't even 1 o'clock. Jim and Carter were up for relaxing for the day so I headed into my Scrap Cave and did some scrapbooking 'til late afternoon. That's my perfect free-time treat in the winter. So I had some sense of accomplishment.
Went grocery shopping later since we'll be out of town most of Sunday. After church and Sunday School we'll be heading over to Minnesota to a funeral visitation for an extended family member (in-law's father). We'll probably be getting back home pretty darn late so I am trying to think if there is anything I normally need to get done on Sundays that I should get done tonight yet.
Then it dawns on me that I have spent 3-9 hours on each of the past 18 or so Sundays watching football. With the playoffs done, I had my Saturday free and soon Sundays will be the same. I guess there will be no excuse for not catching up on some of my scrapbooking. Heck, I could even get some writing done, too, or maybe even family tree work. If I get desperate, I can exercise, too. I'll have the time. So no excuses.
Wow. You gotta be careful what you wish for.
I got some housecleaning done this morning, then made banana bread, had lunch and it wasn't even 1 o'clock. Jim and Carter were up for relaxing for the day so I headed into my Scrap Cave and did some scrapbooking 'til late afternoon. That's my perfect free-time treat in the winter. So I had some sense of accomplishment.
Went grocery shopping later since we'll be out of town most of Sunday. After church and Sunday School we'll be heading over to Minnesota to a funeral visitation for an extended family member (in-law's father). We'll probably be getting back home pretty darn late so I am trying to think if there is anything I normally need to get done on Sundays that I should get done tonight yet.
Then it dawns on me that I have spent 3-9 hours on each of the past 18 or so Sundays watching football. With the playoffs done, I had my Saturday free and soon Sundays will be the same. I guess there will be no excuse for not catching up on some of my scrapbooking. Heck, I could even get some writing done, too, or maybe even family tree work. If I get desperate, I can exercise, too. I'll have the time. So no excuses.
Wow. You gotta be careful what you wish for.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Mr. Fix-It
When Carter asked me after school if I had ever heard of a "Fix-it Plan," I assumed he was referring to the federal bail-outs since, you know, he seems so attuned to domestic affairs these days. I was way off track.
It was something far simpler. He got in trouble. Now he has to "fix it."
Apparently, in gym class, while they were not in the gym but outside snowshoeing, he threw a snowball at someone... and got caught. His teacher pulled him aside and gave Carter a worksheet for a Fix-it Plan. Basically, he has to state how he misbehaved, why it was inappropriate behavior, how he plans to fix it (i.e. apologize) and what consequences he's willing to pay for his actions (sit out one gym class). Then the student, parent and teacher have to sign it.
What a great idea. It certainly makes a child think twice about his actions. We adults could learn a lesson from that.
Wouldn't the world be a better place if we all were on a Fix-it Plan? It can be as simple as this: Take continuous stock of your thoughts and actions. When you are wrong, promptly admit it. Learn from your mistake and move on.
Now when I say it is simple, that doesn't mean it's easy.
First, it's not that easy to admit we are doing something wrong if no one calls us on it. "Where did that snowball come from? I didn't see who threw it, did you?"
Secondly, it's really tough to admit that our opinion, sometimes a deep conviction, could be wrong. We have to examine our line of thinking and determine if we are really all that smart or just plain stubborn. Ugh. That's a tough one.
Finally, it's not easy to tell someone (especially a close friend or family member) we did or said something intentionally that could have hurt them -- emotionally or physically. Trust me, if we don't own up to it, resentments will fester and cause far more long-term damage to the relationship. Just man up and move on!
When you think about it, the official "fix-it" document just reflects what we all should have learned as children anyway. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you." In other words, no matter what your age, "Play nice in the sandbox!"
It was something far simpler. He got in trouble. Now he has to "fix it."
Apparently, in gym class, while they were not in the gym but outside snowshoeing, he threw a snowball at someone... and got caught. His teacher pulled him aside and gave Carter a worksheet for a Fix-it Plan. Basically, he has to state how he misbehaved, why it was inappropriate behavior, how he plans to fix it (i.e. apologize) and what consequences he's willing to pay for his actions (sit out one gym class). Then the student, parent and teacher have to sign it.
What a great idea. It certainly makes a child think twice about his actions. We adults could learn a lesson from that.
Wouldn't the world be a better place if we all were on a Fix-it Plan? It can be as simple as this: Take continuous stock of your thoughts and actions. When you are wrong, promptly admit it. Learn from your mistake and move on.
Now when I say it is simple, that doesn't mean it's easy.
First, it's not that easy to admit we are doing something wrong if no one calls us on it. "Where did that snowball come from? I didn't see who threw it, did you?"
Secondly, it's really tough to admit that our opinion, sometimes a deep conviction, could be wrong. We have to examine our line of thinking and determine if we are really all that smart or just plain stubborn. Ugh. That's a tough one.
Finally, it's not easy to tell someone (especially a close friend or family member) we did or said something intentionally that could have hurt them -- emotionally or physically. Trust me, if we don't own up to it, resentments will fester and cause far more long-term damage to the relationship. Just man up and move on!
When you think about it, the official "fix-it" document just reflects what we all should have learned as children anyway. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you." In other words, no matter what your age, "Play nice in the sandbox!"
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Light-Hearted or Light-Headed?
For months now, Carter has been looking forward to his first major hands-on biology project -- the dissection of a deer heart.
The fifth-graders knew about it before the Wisconsin gun-deer season so they could be sure to tell a friend or family member to save a heart for them -- or extras for the kids who don't have a hunting family. That's Carter. We are not hunters.
I did not know he was arranging for one of the neighbor guys to fill this need until one day when I was getting something off the front deck and I noticed a McDonald's bag. I was trying to figure out who would leave their garbage on our deck. How rude! Needless to say, when I opened the bag and peered inside, I was shocked to see a deer heart instead of leftover fries. Ewww.
Admittedly, I am way beyond squeamish. But I was feeling good that Carter was looking forward to this project with no fear. In fact, yesterday morning (the day of the operation) he was telling me how excited he was to see the ventricles and aorta and that good stuff. "Maybe I can use what I learn in real life as a doctor or I can help you understand Grey's Anatomy." Oh, he's so thoughtful.
Last night when I picked him up, I said, "Tell me how it went today -- but leave out the play-by-play details, please."
"It started out good, but then I realized what I was doing and got a little squeamish. I had to sit down for awhile."
"What made you squeamish? Was it looking at it or smelling it?" I asked. "I remember when we dissected in junior high and high school, I just couldn't stand that smell."
"Oh it was definitely the smell," he said. "I don't know why we can't wear those masks like the do on Grey's Anatomy!"
OK, I swear I don't let him watch the show. I guess he's seen enough snippets of it -- plus pictures of McDreamy and McSteamy on my Grey's calendar and trivia game -- to get a clue what's happening. Hey, if it encourages him to pursue a career in medicine, I'm fine with that. I just hope they don't call him McSqueamish.
The fifth-graders knew about it before the Wisconsin gun-deer season so they could be sure to tell a friend or family member to save a heart for them -- or extras for the kids who don't have a hunting family. That's Carter. We are not hunters.
I did not know he was arranging for one of the neighbor guys to fill this need until one day when I was getting something off the front deck and I noticed a McDonald's bag. I was trying to figure out who would leave their garbage on our deck. How rude! Needless to say, when I opened the bag and peered inside, I was shocked to see a deer heart instead of leftover fries. Ewww.
Admittedly, I am way beyond squeamish. But I was feeling good that Carter was looking forward to this project with no fear. In fact, yesterday morning (the day of the operation) he was telling me how excited he was to see the ventricles and aorta and that good stuff. "Maybe I can use what I learn in real life as a doctor or I can help you understand Grey's Anatomy." Oh, he's so thoughtful.
Last night when I picked him up, I said, "Tell me how it went today -- but leave out the play-by-play details, please."
"It started out good, but then I realized what I was doing and got a little squeamish. I had to sit down for awhile."
"What made you squeamish? Was it looking at it or smelling it?" I asked. "I remember when we dissected in junior high and high school, I just couldn't stand that smell."
"Oh it was definitely the smell," he said. "I don't know why we can't wear those masks like the do on Grey's Anatomy!"
OK, I swear I don't let him watch the show. I guess he's seen enough snippets of it -- plus pictures of McDreamy and McSteamy on my Grey's calendar and trivia game -- to get a clue what's happening. Hey, if it encourages him to pursue a career in medicine, I'm fine with that. I just hope they don't call him McSqueamish.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
The Thinker
As much as I miss having my hubby around, I don't mind the single-mom routine occasionally. ... As long as blizzards are held at bay.
I'm at the point I am pouncing on any one-on-one time with our baby, knowing that at any moment, his pre-teen attitude could kick in and he'll want nothing to do with either one of us. So for now, I'll take advantage of every opportunity.
On Monday and Tuesday nights we had the same routine: supper, homework, then a game. We had a nail-biting game of Bustola on Monday (I barely beat him). And last night, well, we ran out of time, but I'm pretty sure I would have won the UNO game.
Although Daddy sometimes ribs me about hanging on every word Carter says, each day he says something I just find entertaining or even thought-provoking.
On Monday, he was thinking it might be a wise career move to be a government employee so he could get all the holidays off. Then, after further thought, he said a teacher would be even better. Three months off! "Can you imagine how different it will be when I'm a teacher?" he said. "We didn't even have SmartBoards (computerized chalkboard/wipe board) back when I was in first grade and now we do!"
Last night, after I picked him up, he talked about watching the inauguration and its historic value. "I just don't understand what the big deal is if someone is black or white," he said. "What's the difference? I mean we're all the same. Why do some people hate black people? We have a black president today but like 40 years ago they were killing each other. How did this even start?"
I think I prefer the simpler questions like how many planets are there? But even that changes.
When I tried to explain about the Civil Rights Movement, the Civil War and slavery, I got a sick feeling in my stomach just saying out loud, "We owned them." What kind of people were we? Are we?
I'm encouraged that Carter is growing up an environment where people are treated fairly and equally. Where he questions why it shouldn't be that way with everyone. I have faith this truly is a new era. And I'm grateful to be a part of it.
I'm at the point I am pouncing on any one-on-one time with our baby, knowing that at any moment, his pre-teen attitude could kick in and he'll want nothing to do with either one of us. So for now, I'll take advantage of every opportunity.
On Monday and Tuesday nights we had the same routine: supper, homework, then a game. We had a nail-biting game of Bustola on Monday (I barely beat him). And last night, well, we ran out of time, but I'm pretty sure I would have won the UNO game.
Although Daddy sometimes ribs me about hanging on every word Carter says, each day he says something I just find entertaining or even thought-provoking.
On Monday, he was thinking it might be a wise career move to be a government employee so he could get all the holidays off. Then, after further thought, he said a teacher would be even better. Three months off! "Can you imagine how different it will be when I'm a teacher?" he said. "We didn't even have SmartBoards (computerized chalkboard/wipe board) back when I was in first grade and now we do!"
Last night, after I picked him up, he talked about watching the inauguration and its historic value. "I just don't understand what the big deal is if someone is black or white," he said. "What's the difference? I mean we're all the same. Why do some people hate black people? We have a black president today but like 40 years ago they were killing each other. How did this even start?"
I think I prefer the simpler questions like how many planets are there? But even that changes.
When I tried to explain about the Civil Rights Movement, the Civil War and slavery, I got a sick feeling in my stomach just saying out loud, "We owned them." What kind of people were we? Are we?
I'm encouraged that Carter is growing up an environment where people are treated fairly and equally. Where he questions why it shouldn't be that way with everyone. I have faith this truly is a new era. And I'm grateful to be a part of it.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Making History
January 20, 1981
Dear Diary,
Today two things happened that will make history. One of them is: We get a new president, Ronald Reagan. I think I'll like him 'cuz I got a brother named Ronald. The other thing is: the hostages got released from Iran. They should be back in the U.S. of A. by the end of this week.
- Robyn (age 12)
We say that this inauguration day is historic. But looking back, aren't they all? Every time a president is sworn into office, he or she and their administration, with its decisions, good and bad, will make the history books.
I asked Carter if he was going to get to watch any of Barack Obama's inauguration at school today. "I know you're young," I said, "but this is really a historic day. It's our first black president."
"Mom," he said, "It would have been historic either way. If McCain would have won, we'd have our first female vice president."
I forget sometimes that the 12-year-old girl that wrote the diary entry above is a lot "younger" than my 10-year-old. He can be wise beyond his years, that one.
I hope some day, long before he's my age, he'll be able to vote for a president who is well-qualified. One who doesn't lose or gain votes because of his skin color or because of her sex. An election that focuses solely on the candidates and their qualifications. It's sad to say that in 2009, we seem to be a long way from that.
So today, we will welcome this historic change. Perhaps this is finally a step in that direction. I just hope my wise young man will witness the day we finally take that step -- and don't look back.
Now that would be historic.
Dear Diary,
Today two things happened that will make history. One of them is: We get a new president, Ronald Reagan. I think I'll like him 'cuz I got a brother named Ronald. The other thing is: the hostages got released from Iran. They should be back in the U.S. of A. by the end of this week.
- Robyn (age 12)
We say that this inauguration day is historic. But looking back, aren't they all? Every time a president is sworn into office, he or she and their administration, with its decisions, good and bad, will make the history books.
I asked Carter if he was going to get to watch any of Barack Obama's inauguration at school today. "I know you're young," I said, "but this is really a historic day. It's our first black president."
"Mom," he said, "It would have been historic either way. If McCain would have won, we'd have our first female vice president."
I forget sometimes that the 12-year-old girl that wrote the diary entry above is a lot "younger" than my 10-year-old. He can be wise beyond his years, that one.
I hope some day, long before he's my age, he'll be able to vote for a president who is well-qualified. One who doesn't lose or gain votes because of his skin color or because of her sex. An election that focuses solely on the candidates and their qualifications. It's sad to say that in 2009, we seem to be a long way from that.
So today, we will welcome this historic change. Perhaps this is finally a step in that direction. I just hope my wise young man will witness the day we finally take that step -- and don't look back.
Now that would be historic.
Monday, January 19, 2009
California Dreamin'
On my commute this morning, I heard the radio DJ say, "It's going to be a nice day today. High of 15." Isn't that something we are so brain-washed in the Midwest we think 15 degrees is a nice day? Somehow we are wired to think that compared to the brutal cold a few days ago, double digits is a treat!
I guess that's a good thing -- or we'd spend a good 8 months out of the year grumbling about the cold weather around here with no bright spots. Oh wait. We do that anyway, don't we?
This week I'll be especially cognizant of the weather -- and finding every opportunity to grumble. That's because hubby flew off to Palm Springs this morning, so I will be hosting a pity party for one at my house.
Jim will be gone on his work trip until Friday night. Unfortunately, since he is still recovering from knee surgery, he won't be able to golf (yup, this is work-related) with the others (poor guy) but may use that time wisely, pool side. Now do you see why this pity party has merit?
Seriously, I do hope he can enjoy the sunshine and warmth. And on the home front, I hope our mild weather continues with little snow accumulation this week. Not that I couldn't handle it. I'm not one of those wimpy California girls who wouldn't know a snowblower from a weed whacker...
I guess that's a good thing -- or we'd spend a good 8 months out of the year grumbling about the cold weather around here with no bright spots. Oh wait. We do that anyway, don't we?
This week I'll be especially cognizant of the weather -- and finding every opportunity to grumble. That's because hubby flew off to Palm Springs this morning, so I will be hosting a pity party for one at my house.
Jim will be gone on his work trip until Friday night. Unfortunately, since he is still recovering from knee surgery, he won't be able to golf (yup, this is work-related) with the others (poor guy) but may use that time wisely, pool side. Now do you see why this pity party has merit?
Seriously, I do hope he can enjoy the sunshine and warmth. And on the home front, I hope our mild weather continues with little snow accumulation this week. Not that I couldn't handle it. I'm not one of those wimpy California girls who wouldn't know a snowblower from a weed whacker...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Ready to Launch?
There's a movie made sometime in the last 5 years called Failure to Launch. The story focuses on a woman, played by Sarah-Jessica Parker, who helps parents "launch" their adult sons out from under their roof. Sometimes the grown men are practically dragged kicking and screaming. They are not ready to launch into independence -- with all of its joys and challenges.
Know anybody like that? When's the last time you had a big project or household task in front of you and you said, "I'll get to that but first I need to do this, then this, then that..."? We are using the art of procrastination (and it can be an art) to avoid launching into something.
I am so guilty of that on a hundred fronts.
Yesterday, I spent a good two hours cleaning out a closet in our bathroom that, quite honestly, hasn't seen the light of a cleaning rag in 5 years. The only reason I launched into the project now was because the door broke. Looking at the innards of the closet with no filter wasn't so pretty. There was no way to get out of this one.
Back on New Year's I stepped on the scale. And while I did vow I was going to work on accepting myself the way I am this year, I can't ignore that I need to shed some of the excess poundage and make healthier choices.
Today I launched into a new eating plan. (I'm going to call it that because DIET is such a nasty four-letter word, isn't it?) I realize when I look at the calendar it has taken me half of January to launch into this. Sometimes starting is the hardest step. We're not ready to launch unless there is significant pressure from the flight crew or we hear a final countdown from the Commander, who I know would not push me to launch unless He knew I could handle it.
I think we get into a comfort zone. We don't necessarily like it but we're willing to stay in it because change can be tough. We want to find an easier, softer way. But 9 times out of 10, it's hard work, isn't it?
I'm reminded of a favorite phrase of mine: To get something you've never had, you have to do something you've never done.
For me, that starts with hitting that "launch" button. From there, the journey is in the hands of our Commander. And, really, what more could we ask for? C'mon. Are you ready to launch?
Know anybody like that? When's the last time you had a big project or household task in front of you and you said, "I'll get to that but first I need to do this, then this, then that..."? We are using the art of procrastination (and it can be an art) to avoid launching into something.
I am so guilty of that on a hundred fronts.
Yesterday, I spent a good two hours cleaning out a closet in our bathroom that, quite honestly, hasn't seen the light of a cleaning rag in 5 years. The only reason I launched into the project now was because the door broke. Looking at the innards of the closet with no filter wasn't so pretty. There was no way to get out of this one.
Back on New Year's I stepped on the scale. And while I did vow I was going to work on accepting myself the way I am this year, I can't ignore that I need to shed some of the excess poundage and make healthier choices.
Today I launched into a new eating plan. (I'm going to call it that because DIET is such a nasty four-letter word, isn't it?) I realize when I look at the calendar it has taken me half of January to launch into this. Sometimes starting is the hardest step. We're not ready to launch unless there is significant pressure from the flight crew or we hear a final countdown from the Commander, who I know would not push me to launch unless He knew I could handle it.
I think we get into a comfort zone. We don't necessarily like it but we're willing to stay in it because change can be tough. We want to find an easier, softer way. But 9 times out of 10, it's hard work, isn't it?
I'm reminded of a favorite phrase of mine: To get something you've never had, you have to do something you've never done.
For me, that starts with hitting that "launch" button. From there, the journey is in the hands of our Commander. And, really, what more could we ask for? C'mon. Are you ready to launch?
Saturday, January 17, 2009
The Comeback Kid
We had two comebacks occurring simultaneously today. The stuff sports highlight reels are made of. Well, not quite. But it made for good blogging fodder.
You know my hubby is a lifelong Celtics fan. Last year, thanks to an NBA championship win over the Lakers, Carter jumped on that bandwagon, too. Since I don't have allegiance to any NBA team, I'm fine with cheering for the Celtics when they're on TV.
This afternoon, I walked into the living room and saw Carter was reclined on the couch playing his DS, Daddy was in the chair and the Celtics were on TV. I saw they were behind by 10 or 12 against the evil Lakers. "That doesn't look good," I said.
That's when Jim caught my attention, putting his "shhh" finger in front of his mouth, then pointed to the TV again. He was watching ESPN Classic. In other words, this was an old game. Not so old -- just Game 4 of last year's Finals. A game Celtics fans recall as the "greatest comeback ever."
I could see right away what was going on. He was going to see how long it took Carter -- quite distracted by his video game -- to figure out it was an old game. So I plop on the couch and decide to play along. It's almost halftime, the Celtics are behind by 17 or 18 and Daddy's "game" begins.
Daddy offers to bet Carter a quarter that the Celtics will come back and win. But it's not just a quarter. He gives him 20-1 odds or something and says if the Celtics win, Carter just owes Daddy a quarter. But if the Lakers win, Daddy owes him $5. Carter takes the bet (how could he not?) and they shake on it.
During halftime, we decide to play the 3 to 13 card game. In just two hands I am about 50 points to the bad. My points slow down a bit, but I am gradually inching toward the loser bracket.
Meanwhile, we are keeping an eye on that Celtics game and by the end of the third quarter, the bet has doubled -- $10 or 50 cents, depending on the winner. Sometime in the fourth quarter, when the Celtics take their first lead, it doubles again. Now we're talking $20 or $1. Carter is OK either way. "I got a dollar ready."
With about a minute left to play, Daddy proposed this: "How about if the Lakers win, I give you $20 but if the Celtics do win, you just clean the litter box instead of paying me a dollar." OK, says Carter.
With about 10 seconds left, Daddy finally shows the "info guide" on TV and Carter realizes he's been played. I wish I would have had a video camera. His reaction was better than anything you'd see on Punk'd or Candid Camera or Howie Do It. Genuinely hilarious!
After he settles down (Daddy and I can't stop chuckling), we decide to finish the 3 to 13 game. We're down to the last two hands and I am still losing my keester. It's my deal and, honestly, I dealt myself 7 wild cards! Unheard of! So I go out immediately and suddenly find myself in first place. A place I hung onto during the last hand, too.
Talk about some great comebacks! The Celtics win... Mommy wins... And we have a clean litter box!
You know my hubby is a lifelong Celtics fan. Last year, thanks to an NBA championship win over the Lakers, Carter jumped on that bandwagon, too. Since I don't have allegiance to any NBA team, I'm fine with cheering for the Celtics when they're on TV.
This afternoon, I walked into the living room and saw Carter was reclined on the couch playing his DS, Daddy was in the chair and the Celtics were on TV. I saw they were behind by 10 or 12 against the evil Lakers. "That doesn't look good," I said.
That's when Jim caught my attention, putting his "shhh" finger in front of his mouth, then pointed to the TV again. He was watching ESPN Classic. In other words, this was an old game. Not so old -- just Game 4 of last year's Finals. A game Celtics fans recall as the "greatest comeback ever."
I could see right away what was going on. He was going to see how long it took Carter -- quite distracted by his video game -- to figure out it was an old game. So I plop on the couch and decide to play along. It's almost halftime, the Celtics are behind by 17 or 18 and Daddy's "game" begins.
Daddy offers to bet Carter a quarter that the Celtics will come back and win. But it's not just a quarter. He gives him 20-1 odds or something and says if the Celtics win, Carter just owes Daddy a quarter. But if the Lakers win, Daddy owes him $5. Carter takes the bet (how could he not?) and they shake on it.
During halftime, we decide to play the 3 to 13 card game. In just two hands I am about 50 points to the bad. My points slow down a bit, but I am gradually inching toward the loser bracket.
Meanwhile, we are keeping an eye on that Celtics game and by the end of the third quarter, the bet has doubled -- $10 or 50 cents, depending on the winner. Sometime in the fourth quarter, when the Celtics take their first lead, it doubles again. Now we're talking $20 or $1. Carter is OK either way. "I got a dollar ready."
With about a minute left to play, Daddy proposed this: "How about if the Lakers win, I give you $20 but if the Celtics do win, you just clean the litter box instead of paying me a dollar." OK, says Carter.
With about 10 seconds left, Daddy finally shows the "info guide" on TV and Carter realizes he's been played. I wish I would have had a video camera. His reaction was better than anything you'd see on Punk'd or Candid Camera or Howie Do It. Genuinely hilarious!
After he settles down (Daddy and I can't stop chuckling), we decide to finish the 3 to 13 game. We're down to the last two hands and I am still losing my keester. It's my deal and, honestly, I dealt myself 7 wild cards! Unheard of! So I go out immediately and suddenly find myself in first place. A place I hung onto during the last hand, too.
Talk about some great comebacks! The Celtics win... Mommy wins... And we have a clean litter box!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Dog Days
On Carter's vocab calendar, the phrase today was "dog days." While it typically refers to the hot, sultry period of summer. It has a second meaning: A period of stagnation or inactivity. Since today was another weather day off from school, Carter decided it would be a "dog day" for him. Or, in his words, "Can we just call it a cat day?"
Frankly, with two days off in a row, it has been the dog days for him. He spent yesterday with his cousin Colin pretty much racking up high scores on video games. Today was a day with Mom and it was not quite the day at the arcade experience he was probably hoping for.
First of all, when I was off with him in December, I was "off." It was a vacation day. Today I was working from home so it wasn't the fun and games he expected. I worked late last night so that I could hopefully be done by noon today. But noon turned into more like 2 or 3 p.m.
He managed to keep himself busy reading (with heavy sighing) what he was supposed to get done yesterday and today. Then he watched a little TV and a movie. I tried to limit the Nintendo DS time. All we need is carpal tunnel surgery at 13 at the same time we'll probably be paying for braces!
We did manage to get out of the house at 4 p.m. Neither rain nor sleet nor windchill will keep us from Wal-Mart. But that was only because we needed milk and some groceries for supper. I swear!
I can vouch for the weathermen who keep expounding on how darn cold it is. It is! I'm glad we didn't send our kids out in that. And, yes, it was kind of nice not worrying about bundling up myself. I'm pretty much cold all the time the way it is!
In fact, I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. Since I was home, I could've had my electric blanket on all day. Imagine how toasty that would be tonight! I better go take care of that now. Better late than never...
Frankly, with two days off in a row, it has been the dog days for him. He spent yesterday with his cousin Colin pretty much racking up high scores on video games. Today was a day with Mom and it was not quite the day at the arcade experience he was probably hoping for.
First of all, when I was off with him in December, I was "off." It was a vacation day. Today I was working from home so it wasn't the fun and games he expected. I worked late last night so that I could hopefully be done by noon today. But noon turned into more like 2 or 3 p.m.
He managed to keep himself busy reading (with heavy sighing) what he was supposed to get done yesterday and today. Then he watched a little TV and a movie. I tried to limit the Nintendo DS time. All we need is carpal tunnel surgery at 13 at the same time we'll probably be paying for braces!
We did manage to get out of the house at 4 p.m. Neither rain nor sleet nor windchill will keep us from Wal-Mart. But that was only because we needed milk and some groceries for supper. I swear!
I can vouch for the weathermen who keep expounding on how darn cold it is. It is! I'm glad we didn't send our kids out in that. And, yes, it was kind of nice not worrying about bundling up myself. I'm pretty much cold all the time the way it is!
In fact, I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner. Since I was home, I could've had my electric blanket on all day. Imagine how toasty that would be tonight! I better go take care of that now. Better late than never...
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Winds of Change
Talk to any resident of Wisconsin about the weather on a warm summer day and, without a doubt, they'll be tuned into the heat index. If they are wiping sweat off their brow, they'll tell you, "It's not the heat, it's the humidity." Yes, we can tell the difference.
So, too, on a winter day, we amateur meteorologists can assess not only the temperature but the windchill factor. In fact, it becomes a source of bragging rights. And sometimes makes the national news.
Today, we probably will again. In the first time since I don't know when, pretty much every school in Wisconsin is closed today. And this time it's not due to some snow-dumping blizzard. It's just too darn cold!
We actually knew by the time we picked up Carter at the sitter's last night that school was already called off for today. They expected temps to drop to the minus teens or so and windchills to approach 35-45 below. And dang it, they were right.
We took Carter over to Jim's sister's last night and her son will watch him today. That gave us the chance to come into work early today. (Small rewards for the sick-minded.) I am on a mission to get stuff done today just in case we get a re-run tomorrow and I can be on day watch.
The good thing about most weather patterns is that they tend to come from the west, so whatever my dear friends and family suffer through in Minnesota usually arrives on our door step 24 hours later with a pretty pink bow on it! I guess it's kind of good. We are never truly caught off-guard. No complete surprises.
Wouldn't that be great if it worked that way in life, too? We saw everything coming. Knew when the humidity was going to skyrocket in the summer. Knew when there was going to be a shift in the winds that would plunge the temperature -- or, more literally, change the course of our lives. The weatherman could say, "And Robyn Austin will be in for a major change today..." And we could prepare.
We've had a lot of changes at work lately. A definite changing weather pattern. We feared it was another storm brewing. And for some, it was. For me, the winds came alright. But they didn't blow me away or cause any damage. They just steered me in a new direction. One I hope has more warm, sunny days than arctic blasts. But there are no guarantees with Mother Nature, are there?
So, too, on a winter day, we amateur meteorologists can assess not only the temperature but the windchill factor. In fact, it becomes a source of bragging rights. And sometimes makes the national news.
Today, we probably will again. In the first time since I don't know when, pretty much every school in Wisconsin is closed today. And this time it's not due to some snow-dumping blizzard. It's just too darn cold!
We actually knew by the time we picked up Carter at the sitter's last night that school was already called off for today. They expected temps to drop to the minus teens or so and windchills to approach 35-45 below. And dang it, they were right.
We took Carter over to Jim's sister's last night and her son will watch him today. That gave us the chance to come into work early today. (Small rewards for the sick-minded.) I am on a mission to get stuff done today just in case we get a re-run tomorrow and I can be on day watch.
The good thing about most weather patterns is that they tend to come from the west, so whatever my dear friends and family suffer through in Minnesota usually arrives on our door step 24 hours later with a pretty pink bow on it! I guess it's kind of good. We are never truly caught off-guard. No complete surprises.
Wouldn't that be great if it worked that way in life, too? We saw everything coming. Knew when the humidity was going to skyrocket in the summer. Knew when there was going to be a shift in the winds that would plunge the temperature -- or, more literally, change the course of our lives. The weatherman could say, "And Robyn Austin will be in for a major change today..." And we could prepare.
We've had a lot of changes at work lately. A definite changing weather pattern. We feared it was another storm brewing. And for some, it was. For me, the winds came alright. But they didn't blow me away or cause any damage. They just steered me in a new direction. One I hope has more warm, sunny days than arctic blasts. But there are no guarantees with Mother Nature, are there?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Page Turner
The temps continue to plunge but just not enough to call off school today. Probably a good thing. I didn't really have work home with me to have a productive day in the confines of my computer room. I will be better prepared when I leave work today. Just in case.
When Carter and I had our usual morning phone chat at 7:45, I reminded him that he has to be sure to wear his boots, hat and gloves to the bus stop, "and don't forget your snow pants again at school."
"Should I just keep them at home?" he replies.
Well, I imagine in his mind, the easiest way not to forget something is to not have it with you in the first place. So I had to explain that even though they wouldn't have outside recess today, he still needed them with in case the bus breaks down and he needs to stay warm and blah, blah, blah parental advice.
He finally understood that. I think. So he is taking them with him -- plus the other stuff. "Good," I said. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
Without skipping a beat, he says, "OK then. Let's turn the page to chapter 4, entitled Nintendo DS."
Oh that schemer!
So I say, "Sorry folks, that's all the time we have for reading today."
And he continues, "We'll be back to chapter 4 on Thursday after these commercial messages."
"Ha! No," I say. "Sorry, buddy. That chapter is closed."
But we all know it probably isn't.
When Carter and I had our usual morning phone chat at 7:45, I reminded him that he has to be sure to wear his boots, hat and gloves to the bus stop, "and don't forget your snow pants again at school."
"Should I just keep them at home?" he replies.
Well, I imagine in his mind, the easiest way not to forget something is to not have it with you in the first place. So I had to explain that even though they wouldn't have outside recess today, he still needed them with in case the bus breaks down and he needs to stay warm and blah, blah, blah parental advice.
He finally understood that. I think. So he is taking them with him -- plus the other stuff. "Good," I said. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
Without skipping a beat, he says, "OK then. Let's turn the page to chapter 4, entitled Nintendo DS."
Oh that schemer!
So I say, "Sorry folks, that's all the time we have for reading today."
And he continues, "We'll be back to chapter 4 on Thursday after these commercial messages."
"Ha! No," I say. "Sorry, buddy. That chapter is closed."
But we all know it probably isn't.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Arctic Blast
Temperatures in the Midwest are plummeting as an "Arctic Blast" from Canada comes swooping through the region. I think the weathermen just like saying: "Arctic Blast." It sounds like a cool new flavor of Mountain Dew. Or one of those new colognes that teens can't resist. Or a crazy ride at a water park.
Or, as many of us know, just another winter day in Wisconsin.
At work we talk on the phone to people from all over the place. A lot of warm places. They are always so sympathetic to our plight. And so grateful it is us and not them. Right now my parents are in that group.
As much as I miss my sister and brother-in-law in Texas, there are distinct advantages of having family in warmer climes. My parents, who have never had the luxury of wintering in the South, are now down in Pharr in their third stint as Winter Texans. They don't know what they're missing! Or they know -- and certainly don't miss it! Good for them.
Of course, there's already talk about how cold does it have to get for school to close. Apparently a minus-30 degree windchill is the threshold. I'll believe that when I see it. It's supposed to be an honest to goodness 22 below on Friday -- and that's without the windchill. I can't see them calling off school on Wednesday knowing the mercury will continue spiraling downward for at least two more days. But there are those (perhaps someone under this roof) who have hope.
I just can't believe how this deep freeze is helping my diet. For the first time since I don't when, I have no craving for ice cream tonight. When I tell you that there is still a little bit of eggnog-flavored ice cream in our freezer, then you know this is a serious turn-around.
Good thing this cold can't last forever. If I were a betting man, though, I'd wager Robyn caves to her ice cream craving long before warm temps return! If needed, I can always nuke it a little bit to soften it up, too. Oh yes, I am that desperate... and getting goose bumps right now just thinking about it! Time to get under that electric blanket...
Or, as many of us know, just another winter day in Wisconsin.
At work we talk on the phone to people from all over the place. A lot of warm places. They are always so sympathetic to our plight. And so grateful it is us and not them. Right now my parents are in that group.
As much as I miss my sister and brother-in-law in Texas, there are distinct advantages of having family in warmer climes. My parents, who have never had the luxury of wintering in the South, are now down in Pharr in their third stint as Winter Texans. They don't know what they're missing! Or they know -- and certainly don't miss it! Good for them.
Of course, there's already talk about how cold does it have to get for school to close. Apparently a minus-30 degree windchill is the threshold. I'll believe that when I see it. It's supposed to be an honest to goodness 22 below on Friday -- and that's without the windchill. I can't see them calling off school on Wednesday knowing the mercury will continue spiraling downward for at least two more days. But there are those (perhaps someone under this roof) who have hope.
I just can't believe how this deep freeze is helping my diet. For the first time since I don't when, I have no craving for ice cream tonight. When I tell you that there is still a little bit of eggnog-flavored ice cream in our freezer, then you know this is a serious turn-around.
Good thing this cold can't last forever. If I were a betting man, though, I'd wager Robyn caves to her ice cream craving long before warm temps return! If needed, I can always nuke it a little bit to soften it up, too. Oh yes, I am that desperate... and getting goose bumps right now just thinking about it! Time to get under that electric blanket...
Monday, January 12, 2009
Pride Goeth Before the Fall
On our way home from picking up Carter at the sitter's, we asked him how his day went -- as usual. Then had to expand on that -- anything fun or interesting?
He started talking about how he was helping a physically disabled girl from his class during gym. Their unit right now is gymnastics. I was curious where this story was going to go, but felt a warm spot in my heart at the prospect of hearing what a caring, helpful boy we have.
Then the plot took a turn when he talked about the girl's other assistants, including some college boy who could do back flips. "Then I did the Worm," Carter said proudly. The worm? Why? "Because they wanted us to showcase our talents!"
That's it. End of story. He only mentioned the girl so he could mention the assistant and get to the main point -- his talent for doing that obscure, not quite break-dancing move known as the Worm. Nice. We are too proud.
After supper, Carter was volunteering to clear the table, even wash it off, too. "See, I'm doing this and no one had to tell me," he said. I was getting suspicious. Was he trying to not be selfish because of the earlier story? Was he up to something? Or is he really just the good kid I hope he is?
When I heard him cleaning the litter box, the red flag went up. What is going on? What alien came in and switched places with our son?
Then I remembered a conversation from this weekend. He asked if he could take his Nintendo DS to school so he could play it on the bus -- since every other kid does that. I think my response was something like: "What happens if you lose it? You know, we're not replacing it. I just don't think you're responsible enough to keep track of it and keep track of getting off the bus in time. You don't do anything unless you're told or reminded." Like what? He asked. "Like we have to remind you every night to brush your teeth. And you never take a shower unless we order you. And when was the last time you cleaned the litter box?"
So this 10-year-old schemer has apparently been thinking about that all day. He cleared the table, washed it, cleaned the litter box, swept the floor in the bathroom, brushed his teeth and was in bed 5 minutes before bedtime.
Impressed? Don't be. When I went in to check on him, he relayed that list of accomplishments in short order, then asked, "Now can I take my DS on the bus?"
Sigh...
He started talking about how he was helping a physically disabled girl from his class during gym. Their unit right now is gymnastics. I was curious where this story was going to go, but felt a warm spot in my heart at the prospect of hearing what a caring, helpful boy we have.
Then the plot took a turn when he talked about the girl's other assistants, including some college boy who could do back flips. "Then I did the Worm," Carter said proudly. The worm? Why? "Because they wanted us to showcase our talents!"
That's it. End of story. He only mentioned the girl so he could mention the assistant and get to the main point -- his talent for doing that obscure, not quite break-dancing move known as the Worm. Nice. We are too proud.
After supper, Carter was volunteering to clear the table, even wash it off, too. "See, I'm doing this and no one had to tell me," he said. I was getting suspicious. Was he trying to not be selfish because of the earlier story? Was he up to something? Or is he really just the good kid I hope he is?
When I heard him cleaning the litter box, the red flag went up. What is going on? What alien came in and switched places with our son?
Then I remembered a conversation from this weekend. He asked if he could take his Nintendo DS to school so he could play it on the bus -- since every other kid does that. I think my response was something like: "What happens if you lose it? You know, we're not replacing it. I just don't think you're responsible enough to keep track of it and keep track of getting off the bus in time. You don't do anything unless you're told or reminded." Like what? He asked. "Like we have to remind you every night to brush your teeth. And you never take a shower unless we order you. And when was the last time you cleaned the litter box?"
So this 10-year-old schemer has apparently been thinking about that all day. He cleared the table, washed it, cleaned the litter box, swept the floor in the bathroom, brushed his teeth and was in bed 5 minutes before bedtime.
Impressed? Don't be. When I went in to check on him, he relayed that list of accomplishments in short order, then asked, "Now can I take my DS on the bus?"
Sigh...
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Mrs. Potato Head
The commercial asks something like: "How are you going to get away with watching 9 hours of football this weekend?" The answer: "Skip the Saturday afternoon game."
If you're a fan of the game, like we are in our household, humor is not lost on you. We all know during playoff time, it's easy to watch a minimum of 12 hours of football in a weekend. It doesn't matter who is playing. We are couch potatoes and we are not ashamed.
This year -- yes, due in part to the need to lick my purple and yellow wounds -- my heart is just not into it. Sure, I watched parts of the games this weekend, but probably only 6 or 7 hours. That's certainly not the level to be Mrs. Potato Head. Not by our usual standards.
Today, hubby was off to work and Carter and I were off to church and Sunday School. We normally go to 8 a.m. church, but today he was singing at the second service so our routine was out of whack. That's weird getting home at noon practically. It feels like we're running behind.
So we watched the kickoff of the Giants-Eagles game and then took a time out. Carter had to get that book read -- with no interruptions or distractions -- so I shut the TV off, got some laundry going and hopped on the treadmill. One load and 3 miles later, Carter was just about done with his book. When I checked the score of the game on the Internet and it was 13-11, I urged him to finish those last pages quickly so we could see the rest of the game! Priorities, ya know.
I whipped through his book so I could quiz him on a few things, then we watched some of the second game. Jim went to a friend's house close to work to watch the games when his project was done. So he missed a visit from a high school friend of his who was in town from Colorado just for the weekend. Pete and his wife stopped by on their way to the airport and would have had only 5 minutes to visit (whether Jim was here or not). I think the last time we saw them was last year at this time, so of course they remarked at how tall Carter is getting -- and how short I'm getting! Hopefully next time our schedules will align better. They are neat people!
Jim got home for supper and the end of the Steelers-Chargers game, which isn't going to his liking but I'm OK with the Steel.
Now I am just waiting my turn to reclaim the couch so I can flip back and forth between the two-hour season premier of 24 and the Golden Globes. We'll see if either can hold Mrs. Potato Head's attention past 9 o'clock!
If you're a fan of the game, like we are in our household, humor is not lost on you. We all know during playoff time, it's easy to watch a minimum of 12 hours of football in a weekend. It doesn't matter who is playing. We are couch potatoes and we are not ashamed.
This year -- yes, due in part to the need to lick my purple and yellow wounds -- my heart is just not into it. Sure, I watched parts of the games this weekend, but probably only 6 or 7 hours. That's certainly not the level to be Mrs. Potato Head. Not by our usual standards.
Today, hubby was off to work and Carter and I were off to church and Sunday School. We normally go to 8 a.m. church, but today he was singing at the second service so our routine was out of whack. That's weird getting home at noon practically. It feels like we're running behind.
So we watched the kickoff of the Giants-Eagles game and then took a time out. Carter had to get that book read -- with no interruptions or distractions -- so I shut the TV off, got some laundry going and hopped on the treadmill. One load and 3 miles later, Carter was just about done with his book. When I checked the score of the game on the Internet and it was 13-11, I urged him to finish those last pages quickly so we could see the rest of the game! Priorities, ya know.
I whipped through his book so I could quiz him on a few things, then we watched some of the second game. Jim went to a friend's house close to work to watch the games when his project was done. So he missed a visit from a high school friend of his who was in town from Colorado just for the weekend. Pete and his wife stopped by on their way to the airport and would have had only 5 minutes to visit (whether Jim was here or not). I think the last time we saw them was last year at this time, so of course they remarked at how tall Carter is getting -- and how short I'm getting! Hopefully next time our schedules will align better. They are neat people!
Jim got home for supper and the end of the Steelers-Chargers game, which isn't going to his liking but I'm OK with the Steel.
Now I am just waiting my turn to reclaim the couch so I can flip back and forth between the two-hour season premier of 24 and the Golden Globes. We'll see if either can hold Mrs. Potato Head's attention past 9 o'clock!
Saturday, January 10, 2009
It's a Wrap
For a week filled with its share of stressful moments, it wrapped on a pretty good note.
When I find myself still in bed at 8 a.m. on a Saturday, then I know it's going to be a good day. Doesn't mean I'm going to get motivated any easier, but I can probably do it on a few less cups of coffee!
Our first objective for the day was to un-trim (or is it un-decorate) the tree and put away Christmas decorations. After bribing Carter with fresh out-of-the-oven cinnamon rolls for breakfast, he was willing to help. We got that done, the living room dusted, the carpets vacuumed and floors swept -- all by noon. Whoo-hoo!
Our second objective was getting to Wal-Mart. (Oh twist my arm.) Carter has had a gift card burning a hole in his pocket since Christmas. He wanted to use it to buy a particular game for his new Nintendo DS. However, every time we've gone since Christmas, the game -- apparently quite popular -- has not been in stock. Today, thankfully, was our lucky day. They had it, he got it, bring on the smiles.
Now don't think he spent all day playing that game. Oh he wanted to. But we had another objective -- far more important than the other two. He has to get a book read so he can be tested on it Monday. He knew earlier in the week he'd have to invest enough time each night reading so it would get done. Since he blew off Friday night to go sledding (which was fine), he had to do twice as much today. Amazing how motivated he was to get that out of the way!
That was it for objectives. Since we had permission to relax, I got some scrapbooking done, baked a turkey breast for supper and wrapped a birthday present for my sister-in-law Sherry.
This evening, we went over to her place for some cake (yummy carrot cake, I might add) and ice cream. The big boys showed up, too -- Casey with his shy but cute girlfriend (who stayed only a minute) and Clay with a fresh Mohawk (just rolling my eyes). Had a nice visit.
We're home at a reasonable hour and now I am just waiting for my side of the bed to warm up. Too bad they don't make remote starters for electric blankets. I could of hit that button on the way home and I wouldn't have to wait. Of course, hubby says, "Now we'll just have to snuggle." Well that's not a bad way to wrap up the week either ;)
When I find myself still in bed at 8 a.m. on a Saturday, then I know it's going to be a good day. Doesn't mean I'm going to get motivated any easier, but I can probably do it on a few less cups of coffee!
Our first objective for the day was to un-trim (or is it un-decorate) the tree and put away Christmas decorations. After bribing Carter with fresh out-of-the-oven cinnamon rolls for breakfast, he was willing to help. We got that done, the living room dusted, the carpets vacuumed and floors swept -- all by noon. Whoo-hoo!
Our second objective was getting to Wal-Mart. (Oh twist my arm.) Carter has had a gift card burning a hole in his pocket since Christmas. He wanted to use it to buy a particular game for his new Nintendo DS. However, every time we've gone since Christmas, the game -- apparently quite popular -- has not been in stock. Today, thankfully, was our lucky day. They had it, he got it, bring on the smiles.
Now don't think he spent all day playing that game. Oh he wanted to. But we had another objective -- far more important than the other two. He has to get a book read so he can be tested on it Monday. He knew earlier in the week he'd have to invest enough time each night reading so it would get done. Since he blew off Friday night to go sledding (which was fine), he had to do twice as much today. Amazing how motivated he was to get that out of the way!
That was it for objectives. Since we had permission to relax, I got some scrapbooking done, baked a turkey breast for supper and wrapped a birthday present for my sister-in-law Sherry.
This evening, we went over to her place for some cake (yummy carrot cake, I might add) and ice cream. The big boys showed up, too -- Casey with his shy but cute girlfriend (who stayed only a minute) and Clay with a fresh Mohawk (just rolling my eyes). Had a nice visit.
We're home at a reasonable hour and now I am just waiting for my side of the bed to warm up. Too bad they don't make remote starters for electric blankets. I could of hit that button on the way home and I wouldn't have to wait. Of course, hubby says, "Now we'll just have to snuggle." Well that's not a bad way to wrap up the week either ;)
Friday, January 9, 2009
Stretching the Dollar
As the chief cook and bottle washer for 8 kids, my mom knew a thing or two about innovation.
She could stretch a dollar farther than most NFL QBs can toss the pigskin. In a pinch, she could make a sustainable meal with a handful (or less) of ingredients -- something akin to that fella who did the magic trick with the 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread.
Thankfully, in a dual-income household, we have not faced those same challenges (yet). But once in awhile I get thrown for a loop and I have to think on my feet like all mothers apparently have the innate ability to do.
When I pulled out the jug of milk this morning, I was dismayed to discover it was close to empty. Apparently in all our running around putting out fires this week, grocery shopping slipped off the radar.
So I wondered how I was going to stretch this milk over the three bowls of cereal normally consumed in our household each morning. I decided I would be the martyr (another innate maternal trait) and I would put a little milk in my bowl and add water. Well that's all fine and good when you add water to whole milk to essentially create skim milk. But when you start with skim milk and add water... eww. Oh well, at least there was just enough milk for everyone.
In today's economy, with layoffs at our workplace (and lots of workplaces) and gas prices creeping back up, hubby and and I will be taking a hard look at ways to stretch the almighty dollar. Maybe we'll start clipping coupons or, at a minimum, reconsider some of our so-called "luxury" spending.
I do know that no matter what, we are going to have milk on hand. And toilet paper. I may have some of my mother's creative genes, but I don't even want to think about applying them there.
She could stretch a dollar farther than most NFL QBs can toss the pigskin. In a pinch, she could make a sustainable meal with a handful (or less) of ingredients -- something akin to that fella who did the magic trick with the 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread.
Thankfully, in a dual-income household, we have not faced those same challenges (yet). But once in awhile I get thrown for a loop and I have to think on my feet like all mothers apparently have the innate ability to do.
When I pulled out the jug of milk this morning, I was dismayed to discover it was close to empty. Apparently in all our running around putting out fires this week, grocery shopping slipped off the radar.
So I wondered how I was going to stretch this milk over the three bowls of cereal normally consumed in our household each morning. I decided I would be the martyr (another innate maternal trait) and I would put a little milk in my bowl and add water. Well that's all fine and good when you add water to whole milk to essentially create skim milk. But when you start with skim milk and add water... eww. Oh well, at least there was just enough milk for everyone.
In today's economy, with layoffs at our workplace (and lots of workplaces) and gas prices creeping back up, hubby and and I will be taking a hard look at ways to stretch the almighty dollar. Maybe we'll start clipping coupons or, at a minimum, reconsider some of our so-called "luxury" spending.
I do know that no matter what, we are going to have milk on hand. And toilet paper. I may have some of my mother's creative genes, but I don't even want to think about applying them there.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Weight Clause :: Conclusion
Since the stress level has maintained itself in 2009, I figured I was due for some good news one of these days. It wasn't looking good to start (more deadlines at work and somebody didn't make it to school again), but then I decided I wasn't going to let today get any worse. (Who knew I had such control?)
I decided no matter how my day was going, I was going to make time to get over to the fitness center and burn off some stress. My workout partner Sue and I both agreed that even if we couldn't escape work until 1 p.m., we were getting over there today. And by gosh we did.
I had all but forgotten that this week is the "weigh out" for The Weight Clause program. If you recall, we weighed in back in November and participants were required to attend 8 classes (yay, Zumba!) and then try their darnedest not to gain weight over the holidays. The reward is that if you didn't gain anything, you'd earn a $20 class punchcard for just $5 (and it could be a dollar less for each pound you lost, too. But who actually LOSES weight over the holidays?)
I knew my scale at home had shown an increase. So I indicated to Cheryl (my fitness center mentor and chief overseer of the weigh-ins) that I was going to hit the elliptical machine first, then weigh in -- just in case I could sweat something off.
Now this is where it got interesting. As I step on the machine, who should be working out next to me but "Sam I Am" -- Carter's college girlfriend (from summer Kidz Camp) home on Christmas break. I said, "Oh boy, Carter would be jealous if he knew I saw you today!" (And I was right. When I told him later, he said, "What?! No fair!")
After sweating my way through 3 miles, I got on the scale and was surprised (pleasantly so) to learn I didn't gain weight after all. Whoo-hoo! I have to celebrate the little accomplishments, right?
I told Cheryl that the reason I maintained was probably because I only had 2 eggnog shakes over the holidays -- when I really wanted 10! But that doesn't mean I'm not already thinking about Shamrock Shakes! M-m-m...
I know, I'm hopeless. (But I'm smiling.)
I decided no matter how my day was going, I was going to make time to get over to the fitness center and burn off some stress. My workout partner Sue and I both agreed that even if we couldn't escape work until 1 p.m., we were getting over there today. And by gosh we did.
I had all but forgotten that this week is the "weigh out" for The Weight Clause program. If you recall, we weighed in back in November and participants were required to attend 8 classes (yay, Zumba!) and then try their darnedest not to gain weight over the holidays. The reward is that if you didn't gain anything, you'd earn a $20 class punchcard for just $5 (and it could be a dollar less for each pound you lost, too. But who actually LOSES weight over the holidays?)
I knew my scale at home had shown an increase. So I indicated to Cheryl (my fitness center mentor and chief overseer of the weigh-ins) that I was going to hit the elliptical machine first, then weigh in -- just in case I could sweat something off.
Now this is where it got interesting. As I step on the machine, who should be working out next to me but "Sam I Am" -- Carter's college girlfriend (from summer Kidz Camp) home on Christmas break. I said, "Oh boy, Carter would be jealous if he knew I saw you today!" (And I was right. When I told him later, he said, "What?! No fair!")
After sweating my way through 3 miles, I got on the scale and was surprised (pleasantly so) to learn I didn't gain weight after all. Whoo-hoo! I have to celebrate the little accomplishments, right?
I told Cheryl that the reason I maintained was probably because I only had 2 eggnog shakes over the holidays -- when I really wanted 10! But that doesn't mean I'm not already thinking about Shamrock Shakes! M-m-m...
I know, I'm hopeless. (But I'm smiling.)
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Hump Day
You know it's not a good day when going to the dentist is the high point -- and that includes a half day off! But we all have days like that and we get through them. And tend to appreciate the days that are a little more steady, with a few less highs and lows.
Hubby and I had the morning off to go to a dreaded meeting at the courthouse. Things have gotten pretty serious where son no. 2 and his lack of school attendance are concerned. We hope that what the judge said sinks in and he will get the picture. But we aren't holding our breath. We know you can't really change a 16-year-old's attitude but now there a some people who will be laying on some heavy persuasion. So while we are gravely disappointed about the situation on one hand, we are cautiously (very cautiously) optimistic on the other. We'll just keep praying.
We got to work before noon and put in a very busy, stressed 4 hours. I realize the less time we have to work on something, the more focused we are getting it done. But I'm not a fan of the stress level. Plus, I had to miss Zumba (the one form of exercise I actually enjoy!). On the bright side, someone did come to my rescue today with chocolate -- mint chocolate even! (A gold star for Katie!)
We lit out at 4 so I could get to the dentist. You can see why I was looking forward to just laying in the chair, feeling no pain. It was a nice reprieve. I was not thinking about the truant. I was not thinking about deadlines. I was just concentrating on keeping my mouth open (and really, we all know that's not hard for me to do!)
Carter called my cell and let me know that the teacher made an example out of him today. But in a good way. He is ahead of the class in his math objectives for the year. He apparently said to the teacher, "I don't mean to brag, but I reached number 100 today." The teacher said, "Well I'll brag for you!" And so she did. Actually in a nice way so Carter wouldn't be embarrassed. She just shared what Carter accomplished and told the class that it is possible to reach that goal if you work at it.
So to treat our good student and lift hubby's spirits, I stopped at KFC on the way home so the guys could "eat like kings" for supper. That's their feelings on KFC. My mouth was still numb so I enjoyed the mashed potatoes and tried not to bite my cheek or tongue with chewing on my cornbread muffin!
The guys were happy and I was smiling (somewhat lopsided) because Jim also tried to lift my spirits after our trying day by buying me flowers. Let me hear you say "awwww."
Seeing pretty yellow flowers on the counter next to the container of leftover Christmas cookies is sort of odd. But it reminds me winter won't last forever and spring is only like 3 months away. So, too, our stressors of today won't be around forever. Someday we'll look back on this time and see how much those challenges helped us bloom and grow as people, as parents.
In the meantime, though, we could use some plant food here. Sunshine would be nice, too...
Hubby and I had the morning off to go to a dreaded meeting at the courthouse. Things have gotten pretty serious where son no. 2 and his lack of school attendance are concerned. We hope that what the judge said sinks in and he will get the picture. But we aren't holding our breath. We know you can't really change a 16-year-old's attitude but now there a some people who will be laying on some heavy persuasion. So while we are gravely disappointed about the situation on one hand, we are cautiously (very cautiously) optimistic on the other. We'll just keep praying.
We got to work before noon and put in a very busy, stressed 4 hours. I realize the less time we have to work on something, the more focused we are getting it done. But I'm not a fan of the stress level. Plus, I had to miss Zumba (the one form of exercise I actually enjoy!). On the bright side, someone did come to my rescue today with chocolate -- mint chocolate even! (A gold star for Katie!)
We lit out at 4 so I could get to the dentist. You can see why I was looking forward to just laying in the chair, feeling no pain. It was a nice reprieve. I was not thinking about the truant. I was not thinking about deadlines. I was just concentrating on keeping my mouth open (and really, we all know that's not hard for me to do!)
Carter called my cell and let me know that the teacher made an example out of him today. But in a good way. He is ahead of the class in his math objectives for the year. He apparently said to the teacher, "I don't mean to brag, but I reached number 100 today." The teacher said, "Well I'll brag for you!" And so she did. Actually in a nice way so Carter wouldn't be embarrassed. She just shared what Carter accomplished and told the class that it is possible to reach that goal if you work at it.
So to treat our good student and lift hubby's spirits, I stopped at KFC on the way home so the guys could "eat like kings" for supper. That's their feelings on KFC. My mouth was still numb so I enjoyed the mashed potatoes and tried not to bite my cheek or tongue with chewing on my cornbread muffin!
The guys were happy and I was smiling (somewhat lopsided) because Jim also tried to lift my spirits after our trying day by buying me flowers. Let me hear you say "awwww."
Seeing pretty yellow flowers on the counter next to the container of leftover Christmas cookies is sort of odd. But it reminds me winter won't last forever and spring is only like 3 months away. So, too, our stressors of today won't be around forever. Someday we'll look back on this time and see how much those challenges helped us bloom and grow as people, as parents.
In the meantime, though, we could use some plant food here. Sunshine would be nice, too...
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
S-T-R-E-S-S-E-D
I’m pretty sure this concept of “stress eating” is just an excuse people (me included) use to indulge in something we shouldn’t have.
Many has been the occasion when I am pulling out my last hair at my desk and I yell up to the ceiling, “I need chocolate!” And one of my faithful co-workers comes to my rescue.
Now they must have gotten wind that I am trying (once again) to start off the New Year on a healthy note. Boy, did that come back to bite me in the butt!
Today, on one of those days where my head is splitting at 4 p.m. and I am on my last nerve, I say, “I’m hungry!” And what do I get? One offer for applesauce, another for a handful of multi-grain cereal and another for some toasted almonds. Where’s my support team? Where’s my chocolate? What kind of working environment is this?
I opted for the almonds, since they sounded the sweetest, and have lived to tell about it. I suspect that tomorrow will be on the same level of stress so perhaps I better get out that memo now about how STRESSED spelled backwards is DESSERTS. Couldn’t hurt, right?
Many has been the occasion when I am pulling out my last hair at my desk and I yell up to the ceiling, “I need chocolate!” And one of my faithful co-workers comes to my rescue.
Now they must have gotten wind that I am trying (once again) to start off the New Year on a healthy note. Boy, did that come back to bite me in the butt!
Today, on one of those days where my head is splitting at 4 p.m. and I am on my last nerve, I say, “I’m hungry!” And what do I get? One offer for applesauce, another for a handful of multi-grain cereal and another for some toasted almonds. Where’s my support team? Where’s my chocolate? What kind of working environment is this?
I opted for the almonds, since they sounded the sweetest, and have lived to tell about it. I suspect that tomorrow will be on the same level of stress so perhaps I better get out that memo now about how STRESSED spelled backwards is DESSERTS. Couldn’t hurt, right?
Monday, January 5, 2009
My Girl
Growing up the youngest of 8 kids, I never had a chance to be a big sister -- unless you count being 9 minutes older than my twin. So it was quite the treat to become an aunt for the first time when I was just a fifth-grader.
My niece Caryn was born 30 years ago today. Yes, 30! (Big milestone.) Carter is pretty impressed with that number. "You mean you were an aunt when you were only my age?" Yep. And it was awesome!
As the first niece and grandchild, Caryn was as cute and spoiled as they come. We all did our part to contribute, that's for sure. Reading through my diaries, I noted that I was always very excited to see Caryn or spend time with her -- whether it was a brief visit or an overnight stay to babysit her.
A 10-year age difference doesn't seem that much as we get older. I got to watch her grow up from infancy and she got to watch me try to grow up as an independent adult -- including all my wild hair styles.
I was trying to be the cool, hip aunt. Sometimes it worked, but not always.
We both liked our music! I could identify with her New Kids on the Block phase in the '80s (How many posters, Caryn?!) and learned a thing about Green Day and Hole in the '90s. Then there was that Dixie Chicks concert, too. Chicks rule!
Eleven years ago at this time, she had just given birth to her firstborn son and I was just a few months away from delivering mine. I never thought I'd be a "great-aunt" before being a mother, but that's how it worked out. Now we are bonding again watching our fifth-graders grow up, acting like first-graders some days and acting like 10th-graders other days.
I am still trying to be that cool, hip aunt in her eyes. Sometimes it works, but not always. I'm still trying to understand her music. I'm still experimenting with my hair. And I still am always very excited to see Caryn and spend time with her. That hasn't changed. She'll always be my girl!
Happy birthday, Caryn! Take it from me, the 30s were the best years yet!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Back to Normal?
Now that the Vikings just blew their chances of advancing in the playoffs, I can pack away my football gear just like all the other loser fans in Wisconsin had to do last week when their team didn't make the playoffs. Ooooh, does that sound bitter?
Seriously, we weren't exactly optimistic about today's game. But then the Vikings had to hang in their for 3 quarters and we had hope. That darn hope. It gets crushed every time! When will we learn?
Ahh, the joys of being a fan, right?
So now our household is just about back to normal. Well, we didn't take the Christmas tree down yet. Didn't want to mess with our victory karma, so that'll have to wait until next weekend. But I do have my work bag packed and Carter has his backpack set to return to school tomorrow.
Except for the setting the alarm thing, I think we're both looking forward to being back on our regular schedule. In fact, I'll probably have Carter in bed by 8 tonight (it'll take forever for him to fall asleep) and I won't be too far behind him (need to get in early tomorrow).
I must say it's been a nice two weeks of mostly vacation. Had some great times with family and friends -- and myself. I certainly can't say I didn't relax enough. That's probably why I'm anxious to get back to work. I'm looking forward to using my brain again instead of my mouth. Yep, the holiday grazing season is officially over! My tight pants are thanking me already.
Enjoy your re-entry into normalcy this week!
Seriously, we weren't exactly optimistic about today's game. But then the Vikings had to hang in their for 3 quarters and we had hope. That darn hope. It gets crushed every time! When will we learn?
Ahh, the joys of being a fan, right?
So now our household is just about back to normal. Well, we didn't take the Christmas tree down yet. Didn't want to mess with our victory karma, so that'll have to wait until next weekend. But I do have my work bag packed and Carter has his backpack set to return to school tomorrow.
Except for the setting the alarm thing, I think we're both looking forward to being back on our regular schedule. In fact, I'll probably have Carter in bed by 8 tonight (it'll take forever for him to fall asleep) and I won't be too far behind him (need to get in early tomorrow).
I must say it's been a nice two weeks of mostly vacation. Had some great times with family and friends -- and myself. I certainly can't say I didn't relax enough. That's probably why I'm anxious to get back to work. I'm looking forward to using my brain again instead of my mouth. Yep, the holiday grazing season is officially over! My tight pants are thanking me already.
Enjoy your re-entry into normalcy this week!
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Extreme Sledding
Our next-door neighbor Mick has created quite the toboggan run in his backyard. After two years of "construction," he's got it down to a science this winter -- or should I say a work of art?
The "run" starts on top of his deck, where a board is erected to hold snow -- and sledders -- in place. Then, thanks to many buckets of water turned ice and the snowblower-built banks along the side, he has a run that envies anything you've seen in Olympic bobsledding or luge competitions.
Today I took the video camera over there to grab a few snapshots from the bottom of the hill. In this first video, you see the lay of the trail as three of the kids go down.
In this video, our neighbor Matt is following his daughter down the trail and takes her out in the end. But no injuries were reported.
In this final two-parter, I got talked into going down the run but thought I'd get cute and give you a first-hand look at what the trail looks like. I'm such a chicken, I accidentally turned the camera OFF after my first scream, but then had the where with all to turn it back on somewhere down the track.
I did bang my head on the ice on the way down, but if the kids can do this for hours a day without complaining, then I'll shut up... and definitely stick to taking pictures from here on out!
The "run" starts on top of his deck, where a board is erected to hold snow -- and sledders -- in place. Then, thanks to many buckets of water turned ice and the snowblower-built banks along the side, he has a run that envies anything you've seen in Olympic bobsledding or luge competitions.
Today I took the video camera over there to grab a few snapshots from the bottom of the hill. In this first video, you see the lay of the trail as three of the kids go down.
In this video, our neighbor Matt is following his daughter down the trail and takes her out in the end. But no injuries were reported.
In this final two-parter, I got talked into going down the run but thought I'd get cute and give you a first-hand look at what the trail looks like. I'm such a chicken, I accidentally turned the camera OFF after my first scream, but then had the where with all to turn it back on somewhere down the track.
I did bang my head on the ice on the way down, but if the kids can do this for hours a day without complaining, then I'll shut up... and definitely stick to taking pictures from here on out!
Friday, January 2, 2009
Dear Diary...
While I was pondering my New Year's resolutions yesterday -- and their consistency from year to year -- I wondered if I had a record of them anywhere. I found a box last night containing high school yearbooks, all kinds of my reports and papers, school pictures and (jackpot) several diaries and journals I kept as a girl.
The oldest one (as in earliest one) I had was a handmade one that consisted of several pieces of 8 1/2 by 11 paper folded in half, with two holes punched close to the left edge, with brown yarn looped through to hold the pages in place. My handwriting on the front just said, "My Diary." I had just finished 5th grade and turned 11 when I started that one.
I started reading and was fascinated. So this is what my life was like when I was Carter's age. Or at least, this was my perspective on what life was like. With the turn of each page, I could picture myself in my old room, probably sitting on the top bunk, writing down those thoughts and observations from the day. Not necessarily because they were earth-shattering or major news events but because, apparently even then, I just enjoyed writing.
If you'll humor me, please, I think I'll be sharing an occasional entry this year as it ties into other aspects of my life today. Maybe it will take you on some of your own trips down Memory Lane.
Remember, girls, when our whole life revolved around boys? (Maybe that hasn't changed.) That's how my diary started. This is my very first entry that I could find. It must have been about the first week of 6th grade. (Last names are deleted to protect the innocent! Spelling and grammatical errors are not edited either.)
August 23, 1979
Dear diary, at school I had too high of desk, you see I'm very short for my age. So I had to get it lowered. I had to sit in Joel ___'s desk for Health because two legs of my desk were up and two of them were down, it's lowered now. Today in afternoon recess Leslie and I were out in the football field with some boys who were playing football. I took Paul's hat. (He used to be my old boyfriend.) We had lots of fun. Now Brent ___ is the love of my life. He almost got this one sheet of paper I tore up because Jon ___ wrote Robyn + Brent and I didn't want Brent to see. He stole my pen and wrote Robyn + Brent on his pants.
Signed,
Robyn H.
Yikes. Now do you see why I am getting gray hairs already about Carter and his girlfriends? If this was life in 6th grade almost 30 years ago, imagine what's happening now! Ahhh. This should be an interesting and perhaps educational flashback. I hope you'll enjoy the journey back in time.
The oldest one (as in earliest one) I had was a handmade one that consisted of several pieces of 8 1/2 by 11 paper folded in half, with two holes punched close to the left edge, with brown yarn looped through to hold the pages in place. My handwriting on the front just said, "My Diary." I had just finished 5th grade and turned 11 when I started that one.
I started reading and was fascinated. So this is what my life was like when I was Carter's age. Or at least, this was my perspective on what life was like. With the turn of each page, I could picture myself in my old room, probably sitting on the top bunk, writing down those thoughts and observations from the day. Not necessarily because they were earth-shattering or major news events but because, apparently even then, I just enjoyed writing.
If you'll humor me, please, I think I'll be sharing an occasional entry this year as it ties into other aspects of my life today. Maybe it will take you on some of your own trips down Memory Lane.
Remember, girls, when our whole life revolved around boys? (Maybe that hasn't changed.) That's how my diary started. This is my very first entry that I could find. It must have been about the first week of 6th grade. (Last names are deleted to protect the innocent! Spelling and grammatical errors are not edited either.)
August 23, 1979
Dear diary, at school I had too high of desk, you see I'm very short for my age. So I had to get it lowered. I had to sit in Joel ___'s desk for Health because two legs of my desk were up and two of them were down, it's lowered now. Today in afternoon recess Leslie and I were out in the football field with some boys who were playing football. I took Paul's hat. (He used to be my old boyfriend.) We had lots of fun. Now Brent ___ is the love of my life. He almost got this one sheet of paper I tore up because Jon ___ wrote Robyn + Brent and I didn't want Brent to see. He stole my pen and wrote Robyn + Brent on his pants.
Signed,
Robyn H.
Yikes. Now do you see why I am getting gray hairs already about Carter and his girlfriends? If this was life in 6th grade almost 30 years ago, imagine what's happening now! Ahhh. This should be an interesting and perhaps educational flashback. I hope you'll enjoy the journey back in time.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Testing our Resolve
Resolution: 1. The quality of being resolute. 2. a. Something that has been resolved. b. A formal statement of a decision voted, as by a legislature. 3. A solving, as of a problem or a puzzle.
Welcome to 2009! I am happy to report I have kept my first resolution and that was to ring in the new year in the arms of the men I love. Yes, men. Both Jim and Carter were at my side for kisses and hugs at midnight.
We actually went out to eat with Jim's sister and brother-in-law while their son entertained Carter at their house. After dinner, we went to a bar, where we shot pool and promptly raised the average age of the patrons upon our arrival. I don't miss that scene. And certainly don't miss coming home smelling like a bar (in other words, smokey). I had to take a shower before I could go to bed!
We made it back to my sister-in-law's by midnight so we all counted down together, then we headed home. I still got up early today so am tired now from all that relaxing. Carter went sledding on the "toboggan run" next door so I got pictures of all the neighborhood kids doing that. With the below-zero windchill, my fingers were freezing in no time so that ended my outdoor adventure for the day. Kids are far more resilient!
I've successfully avoided sitting down at the computer all day because I knew I'd have to start thinking about the dreaded New Year's resolutions. Do I have the resolve for more self-improvement efforts another year?
I wonder why I even mention them out loud. They honestly haven't changed much in decades. Seriously. When have I not resolved to lose weight (insert any number from 10-40 pounds here) and get organized? It's pretty pathetic. And it's not like I don't have the resolve, the drive, the determination. I do, but perhaps just not enough -- for my standards anyway.
To keep it simple this year, maybe I should just have one resolution. I resolve to love myself... to accept myself for who I am and not berate myself for not being something I could never be.
I know you're saying, "What's not to love? Robyn's awesome!" (ha, ha). But I can be really hard on myself. I don't know how many times I cut myself down (especially about my weight) and hubby says, "Hey, quit picking on my wife!" You get the picture.
That says to me that maybe I don't need to change myself so much as I need to look at myself in a different way. For any of you self-esteem challenged folks like me, you know that's a huge step. Huge. Gigantic. But not impossible, right?
That's not to say I can't continue to work on improvements. I will continue to try to eat healthy and exercise often. But in the meantime, I need to love myself for making the effort, focusing on progress rather than perfection.
With our world not at peace and the way the economy is now, people (those expert types) are predicting 2009 to be a pretty tough year. I expect circumstances will test our resolve in more ways than one. So I believe that now, more than ever, a little extra love towards ourselves, our families and our neighbors wouldn't hurt. In fact, I think it will feel kind of good!
I wish the best of luck to those of you with resolutions you are determined to keep. I hope love, health and happiness will form the best of memories for all of us in 2009!
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