What I Learned Today

A Fun Project

2011-03-27T20:27:00.006-04:00

I just finished a rather fun project. My mother died when I was 20 years old. There have been many times when I wish I would have written down some of the recipes she made for us. Some of them I have in my head, like her meatloaf and her ice tea (though now days that is way too sweet for me). I still wish I had her potato salad recipe. I can't seem to duplicate it.

Anyway, I have an old cookbook of hers. It is falling apart (literally in three parts) and many pages are missing. It doesn't have its cover, so I can't even look for a copy anywhere. As I glanced through this cookbook, discovering old recipes that I remember helping Mom to make I decided I should try and find a way to preserve some of them. I picked four that I remember best. I had my husband scan them into the computer. Then I shared them, through email, with my brothers and sisters (and nephews too). I even sent them to my own children. I don't know if anyone will ever make these recipes, but I think it is nice to have a piece of family history.

Here are the recipes my husband scanned for me.

Accidental Successes

2011-03-11T19:45:00.002-05:00

Aren't accidental successes the best?

A week or two ago my daughter decided to pull all of her hygiene stuff into one bathroom -- the bathroom she and her brother share. This meant the stuff that was on the counter of the master bathroom and on my vanity all got moved to the hall bathroom. Essentially she took the second half of that counter and turned it into her vanity. The problem was that she bought a chair into that space so she could sit down to straighten her hair, etc. It fit nicely there, however, under that side of the counter is where I used to keep their pop-up hamper. We tried it there a week, which meant that the kids have to pull out the chair to put their dirty clothes in. Well, considering they barely put their dirty clothes into it when there wasn't a chair blocking it (though the dirty clothes often ended up near the hamper)I was sure this wouldn't work. But I really wanted my daughter to have her own place to put on make-up, do her hair, etc.

Well, the first week I came in to get the laundry basket and it was as usual. Most of the clothes were shoved under the counter, near -- not in -- the pop-up hamper. This week I decided to move it. I put it against the wall, near the towel rack. I was sure this wouldn't work either, since my son uses forearm crutches and needs space to maneuver around the bathroom and in and out of the shower. Much to my surprise, when I went into their bathroom this morning to get their dirty clothes, ALL the dirty clothes were in the pop-up hamper. Since they didn't have to go under the counter, I think it worked much better. My daughter's theory (and it's probably accurate) was that my son throws his clothes from the shower chair and it is easier to make a basket where it is now. LOL. Well, it doesn't matter. I'm chalking it up as an Accidental Success and I'm quite happy about it.

Cleaning ...

2011-03-06T19:57:00.002-05:00

My daughter has been asking for some time now if my husband and me would help her clean her room -- mainly her closet. You see, it had become a storage unit and was quite impossible to get into. This Saturday we agreed to help her. We started at 2:30 and were not done until 5:30. We emptied her closet completely, packing up many Rubbermaid bins. My husband carried those bins down to the basement, making frequent trips. While we were in her room we also cleaned under her bed, under her two dressers, and under her futon. By time we were done, we were exhausted.

It wasn't until today, Sunday, that we realized we had used many muscles we hadn't in quite some time and overworked others we use daily. Both my husband and I are very tired and sore today. But it was worth it. My daughter is very happy. As I told a friend, we did the "hidden" clutter, now she gets to do the surface clutter. She was very overwhelmed by the closet, but now that it is done she is motivated to keep moving on.

Surprise Breakfast and More

2011-03-06T19:44:00.005-05:00

I had a wonderful opportunity to go out to breakfast with my husband on Saturday. You see, I have developed tendinitis is my shoulder (I'm going to physical therapy and am doing much better!). I had some errands to run on Saturday, one of which was to go to BJs and pick up some water bottles for our cooler. They are heavy. Another one was to stop at Petsmart and get a giant bag of dog food. Since I knew my husband was going to the Credit Union on Saturday (both stores are in the same shopping center), I called him at work on Friday and asked him if I could go along and if he would help me with the heavy stuff I had to buy. He agreed. A few hours later when we talked again he asked if I wanted to go out to breakfast first. Great idea! We went to La Madeleine's and it was so yummy.

We both got the custom omelet. My husband got spinach, mushroom, and ham. I got my usual: sausage, onion, and cheddar. And they come with a fresh, hot croissant.
We ended our date breakfast by sharing a bowl of Strawberry Romanoffe, one of their signature dishes.

Then we went to the Credit Union, Petsmart, and BJs, as planned. We got quite a lot done. And the day wasn't over yet ....

Coats, Jackets, Hoodies, Raincoats ....

2011-03-06T19:35:00.005-05:00

We have a set of coat hooks in our foyer, much like the one pictured above. The coat of "the season" will hang there for my daughter, my son, and myself. My husband is disciplined enough to hang his in the closet. Anyway, once I notice that, say for example, I haven't worn my winter coat for quite some time and I have worn my medium coat quite frequently, I will put my winter coat in the closet until the following winter. This week I took a look at the coat rack and realized, I have worn a coat of every season this past week. One day is was cold (winter coat), one day it was mild (medium jacket), one day it was hot (hoodie), and one day it poured (raincoat). In fact, one day I think I wore all four at different points of the day. crazy! I thought to myself, "Gee, if the weather continues to jump all around like this I will never get any coats put away.

Spring is coming. We've had several tastes of it. But winter hasn't quite given up completely. Strange weather, that's for sure.

Light ...

2011-03-02T07:24:00.002-05:00

Good Samaritan or Guardian Angel???

2011-02-06T17:45:00.003-05:00

Friday I had a very unusual experience with my son. It was truly a Blessing.

I had to drive my son into Baltimore to see his audiologist. Each time I take him there I always pray that it will be a peaceful trip, that I will find parking, and that the traffic will be bearable. Pretty much each time I go it is.

My son has cerebral palsy. We have had many adventures together and have learned from our "mistakes" how to do things next time. We have learned that it is best to have him ride up front so he can get out on the curb side when we park. Usually he sits in the back seat, driver side, but then he has to step out into traffic. There is no back seat, passenger side, because that seat it taken out so we can take his wheelchair when it is necessary. For the trip into Baltimore, it is not necessary.

Friday our usual plan back-fired. We found parking nearby, as usual. The problem was all the gutters and the edges of the sidewalks were still covered with ice and snow. At this point there really wasn't any other choice but to do our best to have him get out on that side. I grounded and told him, "We will be ok." I came around to his side and was trying to help stabilize him. Did I mention he is 20 years old and weighs at least 155 pounds. His balance isn't wonderful either. I braced myself into a triangle, with one leg/foot against the van on a dry patch of street. The other foot was wedged in the snow/ice not quite as secure. I was guiding him, step-by-step as to where to put his crutches (one at a time) and his feet.

Suddenly out of nowhere a homeless man showed up. He was pulling one of those two-wheeled carts behind himself stacked with his belongings. He cautioned us to be careful, it was icy. He asked if he could help. Before I knew it he had one of my son's arms and I had the other. We got him onto the dry sidewalk. I thanked the gentleman with much gratitude. Then I went back to my side of the van to put up the handicapped placard and to get my purse. I wanted to buy this man a warm meal or at least a cup of coffee. But, he was long gone when I came back around (in a matter of minutes). We could see him way down the street.

My son had an interesting perspective. He said, "Mom, I think he feels good because he was able to help somebody today and he doesn't get that opportunity too often. That was his payment." Interesting thoughts. Though I still would have liked to buy him a hot meal. It did my heart good to see that kindness and compassion still exists even in the middle of downtown Baltimore. It changed my son's perspective on Baltimore. He always complained that it was filthy and congested and stinky. Friday he saw a warm part of Baltimore. It made me smile.

If you are wondering how I got him back into the van ... gravity. Sliding down the ice into a parked van is much easier than pulling up the ice away from the van.

The Benefits of Super Bowl Sunday

2011-02-06T17:36:00.003-05:00

There are many benefits of Super Bowl Sunday in my house.

The first one is that it has become a very WARM tradition that my DH and DS make homemade chili each Super Bowl Sunday. They've been doing this a few years now. It's a great way for them to bond and spend some time together.

This also means that I am guaranteed some alone time in the den. I used today to file insurance reimbursements and clean up my desk a little (still have more to do). I tend to use my DH's desk along with mine when I'm filing reimbursements. The copier is near his desk and I need to keep the stacks organized. It's quite a fete, but I am used to it now.

Also, since my DH and DS are making the chili, I don't have to cook dinner! And he cleans up as he goes along so the kitchen looks great at this moment. It looks great and smells great.

We also spend some time together watching the game and eating chili. Most likely my DD will break off at some point and do something else. I might too. But we start out together and stay there for quite a bit.

I hope you enjoy your Super Bowl Sunday -- whether you watch the game or not. I know I will.

Ice Skating or Ice Falling?

2011-01-29T13:01:00.004-05:00

My daughter went ice skating for the first time last night. She had a blast. Here is the text message she sent me when she got back to her friend's house (she stayed over night):

I'm alive! And I found my sport! ... and ... the reason dad bought life insurance.

I think she meant health insurance, but you get the idea. Or maybe she did mean LIFE insurance. I laughed so hard! She insisted we go to the chiropractor this morning. Not a bad idea, eh? Then when we finally got settled home she showed me her bruises and said it was well worth it. She wants to go again.

Here's a picture of her elbow bruise:

Here's anther angle of it:

Here's the bruise on the bottom of her knee:

Here's the bruise of the side of her knee:

She is currently soaking in a hot Epsom's salt bath. I'm sure she will have more bruises to report on her hips and such when she gets out. I'm glad she had a great time. We are happy her friend asked her to this fun event.

Snow Covered Trees

2011-01-28T09:46:00.006-05:00

Snow covered trees are so beautiful. But sometimes that snow gets too heavy for the branches and things like losing power due to broken branches happen.

Here is a picture of the tree in our front yard during the beginning of the snow.

Here is a close up which shows how much snow was already on the branches, within just a few short hours. We had many more hours of heavy wet snow to go.

Below are two pictures of a very tall evergreen I took this morning -- still covered with snow. I had to take two pictures because the tree was so tall. I still didn't get the top of it.

The walk this morning was both beautiful and difficult at the same time. So much beauty as the birds begin to sing again. The snow on the trees is still quite majestic. However, there are many, many broken branches and this saddens me. Today if I am quiet, I can hear the drip, drip, drip of snow melting and almost see the trees smile as this heavy weight is lifted from them.

Oh heavy trees, covered with snow.
Are you the reason we had no power for 21 hours?
Of course not.
In your world there is no "need" for electricity.
Your branches simply snapped under the weight of heavy snow
Not aiming for our wires and our transformers
They just happened to be in your way
Aiming to exist in harmony

Baby It's Cold INSIDE!

2011-01-28T09:36:00.004-05:00

Man, oh man, was it cold in my house Wednesday evening and Thursday for most of the day. We had a beautiful snow storm (pictures in the above post) that coated the trees oh so beautifully. I was admiring that at around 6:00 PM on Wednesday. Then around 9:00 PM we lost power. For 21 hours we had no heat, no hot water, and no phone (thank goodness for cell phones). I am glad that I have the hobby of making afghans. We spent our time covered under them. I am happy to say we are returning to normalcy today.

The above picture is my dog. He wore his fleece sweater until the heat came back on. When he would lay down we would cover him with this green blanket. Well, apparently when he got up, due to static cling, it stuck to his sweater. It looked like he was wearing a skirt. Normally he would have shaken it off, but I think he preferred the warmth it gave him. We laughed so hard.

A Pleasant Surprise

2011-01-24T22:24:00.004-05:00

I received the most pleasant surprise today in the mail. I had totoally forgotten that I had a surprise coming. A while ago I had participated in a contest on my friend's blog. It was a contest where she invited her readers to write what the Serenity Prayer means to them. Then she drew a name from all the participants and I won. This is what I got. The pictures don't do it justice, but it is beautiful. I love it!

A Very Special Afghan

2011-01-15T20:24:00.007-05:00

I would like to share a story with you about how this very special afghan came to be. Over the years I have made numerous afghans and neck scarves. I absolutely love doing this. I do it whenever the spirit moves me to do so. It is very relaxing and greatly rewarding to my Soul. You see, as I make each project I hold the person for whom I am making it deep in my heart and send them loving, healing energy (thoughts and prayers). It's as if I am covering them in love and light as I make their project and I'd like to think that "magic" continues when they use the afghan or neck scarf after they receive it.

After years of making numerous projects I found myself with a bunch of "left over" yarn. I often thought about what to do with it. Should I donate it to school? (A real possibility) Should I make an afghan for a homeless shelter? (After all I really enjoyed making the blanket for Project Linus a few years back.) But I felt if I used "scrap" yarn, it would look like I didn't think the homeless were worthy of "new" yarn.

Enter my daughter. I discussed various possibilities with her around a year ago or so. None of them felt right. Then she asked if I would make her an afghan using my "left over" yarn. She said I wouldn't even have to make the rows end in a particular color -- just keep going, tying one yarn to the next as I finished. I asked her if she was sure about this. I wasn't sure it would be pretty. I was caught up in starting new colors on new rows, etc. She said she was sure. Her only request was that it be bigger than the one I made for myself. I agreed, but mainly just as a way to use of my "left over" yarn.

Much to my surprise, as I crocheted this wonderful afghan all the memories of my loved ones, my special ones, my teachers, came flooding back to me. With each "scrap" yarn, I remembered the person I had made an afghan or a neck scarf for and held them in love and light again. Instead of being something that I thought would be miss-mashed and perhaps an eye sore ... it became a thing of beauty, of remembrance, of the journey I've been on.

I began trying to count all the afghans and neck scarves I've made since 2003. To the best of my memory I came up with 14 afghans and 17 neck scarves. I'm sure I'm missing some, since I make neck scarves for co-workers each year.

As I look at this afghan I remember each person I made an afghan or neck scarf for, from the most outside row (an afghan I made for my nephew after a very difficult time in his life), to the next row - silver (an afghan I made for my daughter's practitioner's baby before he was born. I think he is 4 years old now.) continuing all the way to the center seeing yarn that was used for friends, teachers, coworkers, and family.

And here's the most special thing. As I was tucking in all the loose ends (and there were many!), I was preparing to give this special gift to my daughter. I began to think how wonderful it will be for her to cover in all this love, light, and warmth. Then it dawned on me: almost everybody I've made an afghan or neck scarf for, whose "left over" yarn was used on this project, have prayed for my daughter during her hardships and have held me in their hearts all these years. How wonderful that as she heals she is covered with the yarn used to spread this love and light to my special people, who send it back to her. Makes me smile at how the world goes round.

Favorite Christmas Gifts to Give

2010-12-22T22:10:00.004-05:00

These are some of my favorite gifts I'm giving this year.

Below is a "knifty knitter." Think of spool knitting when we were kids and take it up a notch. That's how simple this is.

Every year I make a few scarves for various people. This year I made three for my coworkers. The picture doesn't do them justice, but you'll get the idea. One is purple, one is red, and one is a mix of browns and creams. It is very relaxing making them -- unless I run out of time, which almost happened this year. I'm glad I stuck with it.

Numbers and My Van

2010-12-14T07:18:00.002-05:00

I have a thing with numbers. Not a big thing, but I like it when I catch a pattern. Like when the digital clock reads 3:33. (You know, three 3s!) Or better yet, 12:34 (one, two, three, four). Well, Friday afternoon I got in the van to take my daughter to OT. And the above picture is what I saw. I had to grab a picture of it!

Anyway, it means more to me than the number pattern. It means it is getting close to time to buy a new van. Dh thinks we can swing it in January or February. Here's hoping so. My current van is a Dodge Grand Caravan, 2001. It was a 40th birthday present. I suppose that means the next one will be my 50th birthday present.

So here's to number patterns and new vehicles. I pray that the selection process and the budgeting goes smoothly.

A Pleasant Surprise -- Well Two, Actually

2010-12-10T19:22:00.002-05:00

Let's start with Thursday. I got into my van in the early morning to take my daughter to school. Sitting on my dashboard was a wrapped gift with no tag to say who it was from. (I know it was my sister.) I opened it and found a beautiful Christmas CD. I'll have to update the blog later with the name of the artist. She's someone I've never heard of before, but it is quite beautiful.

Then tonight I went down to the basement to put in a load of laundry. While down there I figured I grab the box with the Nativity Set and my box of "Old Time Santas" to decorate the house. We are getting our tree tomorrow! While down the basement I decided to look for the old Christmas cassettes we had for years to give to my sister (mentioned above). Though I couldn't find them, I did find the box of Christmas decorations that used to belong to one of my other sisters who passed away in 1996. I have been saving those decorations for when her son has his own place. He does now, so I can give them to him this Christmas. While moving his box of decorations I noticed what looked like a felt envelope. At first I thought it was a decoration that fell out of his box. My sister had lots of homemade decorations. But it wasn't. Inside was a Starbucks gift card. I just checked it's balance on-line and found out it has $10 on it.

The last two days I have been surprised with gifts. I feel like it's the Twelve Days of Christmas in my house. When I drink my Starbucks coffee I will remember these special gifts and really savor the flavor.

Yummy Dinner

2010-12-10T19:10:00.003-05:00

Tonight I made one of my family's favorite dinners. Baked Salmon Over Spinach. We haven't had it in some time since BJs stopped carrying the brand of frozen salmon we all loved. I searched for a suitable different brand at our local grocery stores, but all of them had skin on one side (yucky!). The last time I was at BJs I was happy to see they now carry a new brand -- and it is one without skin. It didn't come with the seasoning pack, so I faked it (white pepper and paprika). Here's how I make this meal.

First I set the oven to 400 degrees (I do not wait for it to preheat, because ... well, because I never have and its always been fine). While the oven is beginning to heat up I start the rice. I serve the rice on the side with a pat of margarine. It's a nice complement to the salmon and spinach. Then I season the salmon and put it in the oven (defrost the night before in the fridge). The rice takes about 20 minutes and so does the salmon. While the rice and salmon are cooking I put spinach in pasta bowls and pour on italian dressing (accept for my daughter's -- she likes her spinach with ranch dressing and the salmon on the side). Once the salmon is done I put it on top of the spinach and it slightly wilts some of it -- but not all of it.

This meal is fragrant, presents beautifully, and has many textures. It appears difficult and fancy, but really it couldn't be easier. The picture, taken with my cell phone, does not do it justice.

Left over Night

2010-12-03T18:47:00.003-05:00

Today my husband emailed me regarding dinner for tonight. He suggested a left over night. I was thrilled, since I've been tired all day. And we hate to waste food. We had some left over pizza, macaroni and cheese, a few hot dogs, a small piece of ham, and some chicken alfredo. This particular night there wasn't any disagreement over who would eat what (thank goodness). The problem is, I'm the one reheating everything in the microwave and it takes times. I feel like a short order cook. But, the good news is, we get rid of the left overs and I'm not having to plan what to cook. And, then there's the dog ... he thinks all the left overs should go to him. Sorry, Rascal -- not tonight.

My Yard: Cardinals, Squirrels, and More

2010-11-24T10:55:00.011-05:00

This post is really several stories bunched into one -- but they are connected. Let me start by saying I have a yard full of a wonderful plethora of animals. For years now we have been enjoying the presence of various birds, squirrels, rabbits, deer, groundhogs, etc. It can be quite peaceful. We have several that have been with us several years and are quite identifiable, like a black squirrel who lost half his tale (it has since grown back, but is quite thin), a pair of mourning doves, and a pair of cardinals.

The first story is about the cardinals. This spring and summer the pair would sit in my tree right outside my den window. I would watch in awe as the male fed the female seeds from our feeder. Then Friday, something frightening happened. I was sitting downstairs in my recliner and heard a horrible thump, simultaneously I saw the male cardinal smack into my living room window. He landed on the porch on his back. His head was one way, his tale feathers the other. I was sure he was dead. After a few minutes he flipped to his belly. He still did not look good. A few minutes later he fluttered off the edge of my porch to some low bushes. I still wasn't sure he was going to make it. Then he fluttered to my evergreen tree, to some low branches. I figured when I came home from work I would find him dead.

When I got home I decided to fill my bird feeder, knowing this would bring him and his mate back if he were OK. This was a "squirrel proof" bird feeder that I've had for several years. (Don't worry, the squirrels have their own "bird" feeder, that is much easier to access for them.) As I was pouring seed into the container it was spilling all over my porch. Apparently my little squirrel friends had taken advantage of those few bitter cold days we had and chewed through a tiny part of the plastic and that was their opening. Then they make huge holes and rendered the bird feeder useless.

Saturday I went out and got a new bird feeder. It's called "The Squirrel Buster." It's kind of funny to watch the squirrels try and figure it out. They have learned that if they hang on it and spin their bodies (before falling off), that the feeder will spin and seed will come flying out. Of course, the poor black-capped chickadees had to learn that they should not try and jump onto the feeder while it it still spinning. I am happy to say that both squirrels and birds are figuring it out and doing well with it. In fact, I need to fill it again today.

Enter the cardinals. Yesterday I saw the female cardinal on the feeder. I was happy to see her, but still wondering about the male. After quite some time the male showed up (apparently unscathed -- amazing!). Now we have TWO female cardinals (he must have sought much sympathy, since they mate for life) and one male. We have too many blacked-capped chickadees to count along with some "gold" finches (who aren't gold in the fall and winter, did you know that?). We used to have a downy woodpecker (small) but haven't seen him for years. This year, though, we have a bigger one (not huge, just bigger) who eats from the feeder. He came when I got the new feeder. There are many other birds who visit from time-to-time as well.

I am so pleased to report that it appears my yard is back in balance. The squirrels eat from their feeder while getting some extra seed out of the bird feeder any way they can. The birds enjoy their feeder and have brought new friends to visit. Beautiful.

**Added after comment from Dymphna: While purchasing the new bird feeder I saw some decals I could buy that are barely visible to humans, but extremely visible to birds. Of course, I bought those too. I am going to put them up this weekend.

The Dueling Fiddlers

2010-11-24T10:29:00.004-05:00

The Dueling Fiddlers

Russell Fallstad and Adam DeGraff

If you ever have the chance to see these guys perform, let me assure you they are fantastic! Here's the story (as best as I can remember). Adam and Russel attended music school together, then they went their separate ways. Adam and Russel both had prestigious separate careers as both soloist and group performers. Adam noticed when he performed that the audience consisted of people mostly over the age of 50. He was concerned that the youth of today were missing out on something big, something important and set out to change this. He felt that without youth participation the art of string music would die.

He approached Russel and asked if he was in. And so it began. They teach workshops to kids in improv and such. They showed up at my daughter's high school and did a little performance for the Strings and Band students. She was immediately hooked. She shared with me that they would be doing a concert in our area on November 21st. Needless to say, we ended up there.

It was mind-boggling. These guys take classical music, show you the chord progression and then show you how it ends up in other songs. They have such fun. The experience was so enjoyable and not something I can describe here in words. They have lots of YouTube videos. Go there and search them.

The funniest line I remember from the entire night is this. Adam, "The only difference between playing rock violin and classical violin is that when I play rock I don't have to shave." It was such a fun night.

The Middle One Really Is Best

2010-11-13T10:15:00.003-05:00

MMmmmm.... nothing like hot cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven on a brisk fall morning.

I thought this was an obsession my daughter and I shared, but I didn't know others felt the same way. Let me explain. Last night my daughter had a friend sleep over. She was also dog-sitting. So, despite staying up later than usual, they both got up early to walk the neighbor's dog along with our own dog. While they were gone I figured I would make them some nice not cinnamon rolls. When they got back I asked them to serve themselves and handed them two plates. My daughter's friend announced, "Mmmmm, the middle one is the best, as she grabbed it." I reluctantly handed over the other middle one from the other pan to my daughter. It was already on my plate. You see, my daughter and I have this rule, whoever had the idea to make the hot rolls first, gets the middle one. Since we had a guest, I made two packs. Both girls enjoyed a hot gooey middle roll, while I ate a few from the edges. They were still good though!

A Disapointing Lunch

2010-11-10T19:58:00.004-05:00

Have you ever really wanted one of these:

But had to settle for one of these:

Sometimes if I'm having a particularly rough day or maybe on a day where I've done a lot of hard work or perhaps just on a cold, damp, rainy day ... I crave a bread bowl full of hot soup. I get these at Panera bread. My favorite is their tortilla soup. It's nice and spicy. This is a once-in-a-while treat for me. Sometimes when I get there I find out they have ran out of bread bowls. Perhaps that is because many other people have had that same idea on a cold, rainy day. It's such a let down having to settle for a bowl instead of a BREAD bowl.

But, on the bright side. I do love one of the sandwiches from Panera Bread. It's turkey on country bread. They put lettuce, tomato, onion, and Dijon mustard on it. I've always put lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise on turkey sandwiches. Their way is really yummy. So, if they run out of bread bowls, the concession prize of a 1/2 turkey sandwich and a cup of soup still warms my soul -- just not as well.

The good news: I tried to duplicate this sandwich at subway and it was wonderful. We seem to get Subway almost every Thursday after an evening appointment my daughter has each week. I get tired of choosing which sub I want, so this was a nice treat for me.

But, I haven't even touched on the story that brought me to this post. Tuesday I got off of work at 11:00. I had to be at my daughter's school at 1:15 for a meeting. I had some errands to run and figured if I kept a steady pace I could pull off completing all of them. And, if I didn't, no biggy, I'd get done what I could. I am happy to say I accomplished everything on my list. I got gas. Got a new bag at Staples for the side of my son's wheelchair. Picked up lunch at Boston Market (story to follow). Went to Michael's to get some yarn that was on a great sale (so I can make scarves for my co-workers). Went to Petsmart to pick up a few items. I made it to school with 10 minutes to spare.

Here's the long-awaited for "disappointing lunch" story. I drove through Boston Market to get one of their Chicken Carver sandwiches. It's rare that I go there because it is out of my way, but it was smack in the middle of my errands, so it made sense. I was tickled at the convenient excuse to order a Chicken Carver sandwich. I love that I can get a side of green beans that are still crunchy! When I ordered the gentleman asked if I wanted a white roll or a multigrain roll. I went with multigrain, figuring it is a little healthier. This was a lunch I was going to eat in my car -- parked in front of my next errand store. Well let me tell you, I was so disappointed. The bread was dry and the sandwich fell apart, some dripping onto my shirt (and I was going directly from my errands to my daughter's meeting, so no time to change my clothes). I was glad I had a fork for the green beans, so I could eat my "sandwich" with it.

I have a few things that are my favorite treats when I find myself hectic and running errands. Sometimes they help me make it through the day. Sometimes, I am disappointed. Does this ever happen to you?

Do They Know Something I Don't Know???

2010-11-05T17:43:00.003-04:00

I was very surprised to see this at my local grocery store the other day. I began to wonder, "Do they know something I don't know?" These items showed up November 1st. OK, so we had a rough winter last year, but that really wasn't until December and again and again through out the winter. Well, I thought it was ridiculous. What's sadder is some people will buy them assuming there is some impending doom that has been predicted, when really it's just a sales gimmick.

So I Said To Myself:

2010-10-22T21:07:00.004-04:00

"Self .... if you can work out at the gym the length of one of your 'Work Out Songs' play list, surely you can do housework for just as long."

Argh. I sometimes hate the voice of reason. But, I figured I try it. I mean, after all, I was going to go sort the laundry and that counts as house work. I sort it on Friday nights so on Saturday morning I'm all set to go. I started my play list and began sorting laundry. This prompted me to "do something about the bathroom counter" in the master bathroom. Then when I went to gather the laundry from the kids' bathroom I thought, "their counter is horrible." Which led me to look at my vanity (which has slowly become my daughter's vanity almost more than mine) with shame. So I worked on that one too.

I reasoned with myself, "If you haven't used that perfume in three years, it's highly unlikely you are going to use it any time soon. More than that, it probably has gone rancid." I plodded along doing little things that help to tidy up the spaces. Before I knew it the hour play list was finished. Nice. There's still more work to do, but it sure looks a lot better.

Oh, and I almost forgot (probably because I'm a little embarrassed to admit the prior situation) -- I finally emptied the clothes basket that was UNDER my vanity from, oh I don't know, at least a year ago. My daughter had put stuff in there that she wanted to give away (clothes, toys, etc.). I was supposed to go through it and decide what I could donate and what needed to be thrown away. That really was the biggest part of the job and it was the FIRST step I took, besides sorting laundry. Guess I just put it out of my head super quickly.

Sometimes ...

2010-10-21T11:07:00.004-04:00

Sometimes a little change of plans can make a big difference.

Allow me to explain. Yesterday was a very intense day for me. In fact, so was Monday. On Monday and Tuesday as I scheduled the many appointments for Wednesday, I looked at my calendar and realized that Thursday was totally empty. This is a very rare occurrence. Usually my daughter has a standing appointment on Thursday, but this week the practitioner changed it to Wednesday. Recognizing that the beginning of the week was stressful I took delight in the fact that Thursday was empty.

I had great plans to put on my sweat pants and an old t-shirt, get the kids off the school/college, take a quick shower, get back into my sweat pants and old t-shirt and spend the day in my recliner, covered with an afghan, taking turns napping and reading. I deserved this rest after such an intense beginning to the week.

As I got ready for my shower I decided to take a bath instead. A nice long bath. The kind where you take the time to shave your legs and wash your hair and scrub your back and soak your muscles. I realized this would prolong my visit with the recliner, but suddenly I shifted my thoughts. I could still rest today, but instead of doing so in frumpy, I'm exhausted and spent clothes and body, I could do so in a nice, shiny, clean body with nice clothes on. Resting in a renewed atmosphere, instead of focusing on weakness and tiredness, focusing on waking anew with an outfit that says, "I'm in a much better place now." I think if I stayed in my sweats I would have had an attitude of, "I still need more sleep and man that was a tough few days." I'm hopeful that after my rest I will wake up believing, "I made it through and I've recovered my energy."

I'll let you know how it works out.

Save Yourself Some Time

2010-10-20T20:43:00.002-04:00

Recently I've learned a little trick. I sort of learned it by accident. Well, maybe it was partially from experience. No matter. Here goes. If you schedule an appointment with a new doctor or new medical facility see if they have a web page. I use the web pages for many things.

1. Usually they have a directions link.
2. Sometimes there is a picture of the building. I'm a visual person and sometimes the numbers are small or hard to find. So it helps to know I'm looking for a big, grey building, for example.
3. A real time saver: Often there are links to all the forms you have to fill in at the office as a new patient. I've discovered that it is much easier to lay these forms out in front of me on my kitchen table along with my insurance card, referring doctor's business cards, etc. It sure beats juggling all that on a clipboard in a waiting room.
4. Also, if you are going to several new doctors or medical facilities, you can fill in multiple forms at once, saving the time it takes to pull out all the needed cards at each site.

This is especially great if you are taking your child to appointments. Things are calmer. Things move quicker. There is less wait time. I've also learned that it is best to ask that all results be sent to your child's pediatrician. After all he/she is the primary care giver of your child. It's a lot easier than trying to remember everything you have to tell them at the next sick visit or physical (which can be some time away from other appointments).

I have found all of these things make our trips to the doctors a little easier.

Dark Mornings?

2010-10-14T07:27:00.003-04:00

I couldn't believe it. But, it's true. It's that time of year again. Today when I drove my daughter and her friend to high school it was dark out. I felt like I was dropping them off in the middle of the night (7:00 AM). And the clocks haven't even "rolled back" yet. Seeing the teens on the bus stops, it looked more like they were hanging on the corner at night than getting ready to go to school.

I prefer getting up with the sun.

Laundry

2010-10-09T14:30:00.003-04:00

Each year the first week we have chilly weather I am always surprised by the amount of laundry that piles up. You'd think after years and years of this phenomena I'd be used to it. But each year I find myself thinking, "Dag this is way more laundry than we had last week." Hoodies, long pants, sweat pants and more.

Well, I guess you can figure out what I'm doing today.

The Dentist

2010-10-09T14:23:00.003-04:00

Today I went to the dentist. He (well, we) decided to refill a tooth that he had previously put a root canal in. He was having some trouble so he called his assistant for help. Between the two of them I felt like this: "Just how many hands can fit inside my mouth?" I knew at the most it could be four -- but it felt like a lot more.

New Shoes

2010-10-01T22:41:00.002-04:00

Check out my new shoes. They make me happy. The picture doesn't really do them justice, but at least you can see they are orange. I think they make me happy because they aren't "usual." I've reached an age, where if I want to wear orange shoes, well then, I'm going to. The toes are kind of roundish which makes me feet appear smaller too. I got them at Rack Room Shoes. They have a sales pitch: buy one, get one off at half price. So, I also bought a more "practical" pair. But these are my FUN shoes. When I look at them I smile and give a little giggle. What do you think?

Honoring Your Spouse/Partner

2010-09-30T20:36:00.003-04:00

Today I am reminded just how much I rely on my spouse. I don't think I take him for granted -- far from it. But I know, today, that I often don't recognize just how much he does.

Why is today different, you may be asking? Well, he's sick today. Very sick. You see, he just doesn't get sick very often, but when he does ... well, let's just say it's not pretty. I'm very relieved he went to the doctor today and get some antibiotics.

Here's what I've done tonight. His normal activities are in blue, mine are in red:

Made dinner (Actually, I premade dinner. He had to put it in the oven while I had my daughter at an appointment. When I got home, I took it out.)

Served dinner.

Ordered flowers for a funeral

Did the dishes. And I ask, "Why is it that whenever I volunteer to do the dishes or when I have to do the dishes, the dishwasher needs to be emptied?" So this means I had to empty the dishwasher first, wash all the dishes and load them into the dishwasher (breaking a glass) and had to wash a few by hand as well.

Got the mail -- in the rain.

Gathered all the trash (UPSTAIRS and downstairs) and took it out to the curb. (Made a second trip to the curb -- in the rain -- to deposit a glass I broke while doing the dishes to the trash can.)

Helped my son when he got home from college (so he would not disturb my husband who was trying to watch TV). This involved unloading miscellaneous things from his wheelchair and taking them to the table and chair where he sits in the evening after college. Usually I help with this and my son does some on his own. Tonight it was easier just to do it all.

Oh, and my daughter fed the dog. We take turns doing that. I told her she could either feed the dog or gather the trash from upstairs. She picked feed the dog.

And to my dearest, darling husband I say, "Get well quick, honey! Any job is easier with two."

Qigong

2010-09-29T20:06:00.005-04:00

I'm in the process of learning of new Qigong form called, "Golden Eagle Awakens a Vision." It is a very beautiful form and I absolutley love it. My teacher is very good at leading us through the form and fine tuning our movements (individually). He encourages us to go home and write notes and practice the form so we will remember how to do the form on our own. A fellow student had shared his notes with me for the first five moves and asked for my input. It was interesting to see his interpretation of the moves and read his written description of the moves. Mostly I felt his notes were spot on, but I did make a few changes for my personal use. For example, he had written "bend down" and I changed it to "sink by slightly bending the knees." I'm sure in his mind that is probably what he pictures when he reads "bend down," whereas, I picture bending at the waist.

My teacher points out that writing it down how you remember it will help you retain the information. Each week after learning another move or two and practicing the earlier moves, we learn where we are making mistakes and often change what we've written. At the end of the 8-week session we have practiced the movement, written down notes, edited those notes, etc. many, many times. Usually we end up with notes that we can use effectively to practice on our own.

So, you see, it's more than just the movements in Qigong that benefit me. It challenges my body and my mind. In doing so, it truly balances my body, mind and soul. It brings me to a peaceful center where I can think clearly and operate from a grounded place. Well, that's my goal. Seven years of practice may sound like a lot, but it is really just a drop in the bucket. There is always more to be learned ... always.

Ocean City Revisited

2010-09-19T20:22:00.012-04:00

If you recall a few posts ago I took my daughter and her friend to Ocean City for a few days. This time I went with my dear husband. We just got home from celebrating our 24th Wedding Anniversary (which isn't until November, but the beach is warmer in September). Here are some pictures capturing our fun time.

This is our hotel. It was quite lovely.

I think you can figure out that this is the ocean.

I believe this is Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Or at least some random seagull.

A wild pony at Assateague Island. He's the only one we saw. There were many more mosquitoes ... who enjoyed US for "lunch."

The very beginning of sunrise.

A little more.

Rising higher in the morning sky.

Though, it is technically a bit early, I'll still take this time to wish my husband Happy Anniversary. Thank you, Jim, for being by my side on this wonderful journey.

These pictures were taken through my cell phone. They capture our first moments on the beach. it was windy, sunny, and a bit chilly ... but we were happy to be "alone together."

First Game of the Marching Season

2010-09-04T20:23:00.004-04:00

My daughter's High School Marching Band had their first game of the season last night. My camera ran out of batteries. Lame, I know. But I did manage to get a few good pictures.

This is the "brass section" performing "stand tunes." Once they are in the stand they are allowed to take off the very hot jackets and hats. They have to put it all back on for the half-time show!

This is the rest of the band performing "stand tunes." If you know my dd and click on the picture to make it big you might be able to figure out which one is her.

This is before the game. My dd is the one in the middle.

It was super hot and sticky out. No matter how hot I was, I knew the band was hotter in their uniforms, even without their jackets, in all black! The football team lost. The band played well, though. As a band parent, I suppose that's what counts. Though I'm sure it would be more exciting if the football team won. There's always next time.

On To Others News (Besides My Book Reading)

2010-09-04T19:52:00.006-04:00

Yes, it's true, I've been doing a lot of reading. But that's not all I've been doing. School started again and with that comes earlier rising times and driving kids places. Oddly, I'm "off" for a bit. I worked a lot during the summer and the school system doesn't need me back until probably late October. So, I decided it was a good time to go back to the gym. I'm trying to "schedule in" a few times each week. This past week I went three times (Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday). Friday evening when I went to bed I was so sore. At first I thought it was because of the running around I did to help the Band get ready for their first game of the season. Then I realized it was probably a combination. I "worked out" officially on three days and Friday helping the band ended up being an impromptu workout. I didn't do much, but it involved carrying some equipment and moving very fast to get it set up in time, then running back to my van to get my stuff for the game (seat cushions, bottle of water, a jacket in case it got cold -- it did NOT, I was sweating profusely from all the running -- etc.).

It took me over an hour and a half to fall asleep. I kept hoping the Tylenol Fairy would show up and give me some Tylenol. I was much too tired and sore to get up and get it myself. (Mind you, I gave some to my daughter before I went to bed because her back was hurting from all the marching, etc.). Then I woke up super early (6:45 AM on a SATURDAY!). I'm not sure if that was because it felt late (5:30 AM on school days is our wake up time) or if it was because I was so sore. I could not fall back asleep. I ended up getting up, taking some Tylenol and a hot batch with Epsom Salts. I got out of the tub and wrapped in a big towel for my body and a smaller towel for my head, climbed into the recliner in my bedroom and fell back asleep until the dog woke me up. I felt much better!

Here's some of the torture tools (I mean equipment) I used at the gym:

I do the treadmill and recumbent bike each time I visit the gym. Then I try and do some other exercises for my arms, abdomen, back, shoulders, etc. on some of the other equipment (not too many reps, just something to make sure those muscles get a little attention). My daughter gave me the idea of recording on my phone how many minutes and how many miles I spend on the treadmill and bike. It's nice to have some sort of a record. It's been fun .... mostly.

Another Good Book

2010-09-04T19:35:00.004-04:00

I just finished another good book. This one is called, "Stay" by Allie Larkin. Apparently it is her first novel. I don't want to give the story away, but let's say it is about life, love, life's difficulties, healing, and well, a wonderful dog. The characters are very well developed. I found myself thinking about "them" during the day even when I wasn't reading the book, wondering what they've been up to. I also found myself hoping the story would develop as I hoped and anticipated what would happen next each time I sat down to read it. I was very pleased with the way the story ended. I'd almost like to see a sequel -- but it is probably best left to stand on its own. I highly recommend this book.

I have a few more books from the library to read. Then, as Fall settles in I'll probably move back to the non-fiction books I bought along the way. Maybe I'll intermix them. I really did enjoy my Spring and Summer reading of Fictional Books. You know what they say, all work and no play ... (what is the rest: makes for a boring day???).

A Not So Good Book

2010-08-30T22:28:00.002-04:00

Well, it was bound to happen. I've read so many good book this Spring and Summer. I suppose the likelihood of finding one I wasn't happy with was bound to happen. I mentioned a few posts ago that I recently picked three books off the "library staff recommends" shelf. I was tickled with my first choice, "David Isn't Talking." This one is my second read from the stack of three I came home with. I hope number three proves to be a good choice.

This book has great potential. The idea behind the story is crisp and actually quite intriguing. However, I ran into several things I didn't like. Let me back up and give you a brief summary. Annie Harper is a 24 year old, 3rd grade teacher. Her army boyfriend is deployed to Iraq. She gets the idea to write her memoires while he is away and turn it into a book. Supposedly this book (the one I've just read) is the "raw copy". Ok, that's cute. Stream of consciousness writing. I get it. It could be fun.

The first annoying thing is she uses footnotes throughout the story and includes them on the bottom of each page. That wouldn't be too bad if there weren't many of them. The problem is, often the footnotes go onto the next page and the appear in the middle of a paragraph, so the reader has to decide whether they want to read the footnote first and then flip back, or continue on with the paragraph, then read the footnote. However, often both the paragraph and the footnote would end in mid-sentence. And, seriously, the footnotes were afterthoughts, a deeper explanation of something she had said. They could have been written in parenthesis or italics or something else all together. Sometimes I would find I didn't see the footnote notation until I was at the bottom of the page and had to scan back to see what needed further explanation. There was 164 footnotes and the book was 324 pages. Lame.

The other annoying thing ... Annie, the main character, the writer, uses the "F-word" throughout her writing. It isn't really needed to emphasis her feelings. She uses it so much I find myself saying, "Sheesh, Annie, enough already." I wonder if someone counted how many times the word showed up in this book what the outcome would be. I venture to say it's in every chapter.

Minus those two issues, the story is interesting with various twists and some heart-warming scenarios. If I were to give a rating of 1-5, I'd probably give it a 2. Toward the end it is more towards a 3. An interesting, intriguing, lovely, story messed up with way too many footnotes and constant use of the "F-word."

Another Great Book

2010-08-27T22:33:00.003-04:00

I have really been enjoying reading this summer. I went to the library on Wednesday to return a book. I had a few minutes before I had to leave for an appointment. Not enough time to hunt the shelves, but enough time to stroll through the books displayed near the front of the library. I picked out three. I just finished the first one. It was a very quick read for me (Wednesday evening through Friday evening).

The book is titled, "Daniel Isn't Talking," by Marti Leimbach. This is the first book by this author that I've read. I really enjoyed it. I don't want to give away the story, in case you want to read it. Briefly, it is about an American woman who ends up in London. She gets married and has two children. Her son is autistic. The story is about discovering his diagnosis, helping him to develop, and all that goes along with it. I've read other stories about children with autism and have liked them as well, but I think this one was the best for a summer read. Though Daniel is the main character and where the focus is placed, there are several side stories going on to keep your interest as well. I think I may look for other books by this same author and see if I enjoy them as much.

More Ocean City Pictures

2010-08-25T11:21:00.012-04:00

Here are more pictures taken at Ocean City or the Salisbury Zoo. Enjoy. Please read the post below for a somewhat detailed description of our trip.

Ocean City Trip

2010-08-25T10:57:00.013-04:00

I'm finally getting around to blogging about the trip I recently took to Ocean City. I took my daughter and her friend. I think we all had a good time. I'll document it with pictures.

The first day we went to the beach with my brother-in-law and his family. It was my daughter's friend's first time boogie boarding. I'm not sure I've ever seen a bigger smile!

This is one of my nephews buried by his brother and a family friend. I just had to include this picture!

The second day it was raining so we headed to the movies. Wouldn't you know it, though, as soon as we got there the sun came out. We decided to watch the movie anyway and that we'd head to the boardwalk after the movies. More good times had by all!

If you go to the boardwalk you have to have Thrasher's Fries -- it some kind of unwritten law. The girls were "starving" so we bought a huge bucket. Well, let's just say the seagulls had a lovely dinner because they could only eat about half of it (with my help!).

Then I made them ride the tram with me. It's starts at the end of the boardwalk and goes to 28th street, then back again. I thought this was a great way for my daughter's friend to see more of Ocean City. However, as I soon discovered, a squeaky tram with miles of beach didn't entertain them. My daughter's friend read and they both listened to their iPods. Well, I enjoyed the ride ; ).

After dinner we headed to the beach for a "setting sun" walk. This was probably my favorite part of the entire trip. The girls (young women?) really enjoyed frolicking on the night shore.

The next day we headed home, but not before going to IHOP for breakfast and then the Salisbury Zoo. If you are ever out that way I highly suggest it. It's not your typical zoo. It's small and set very much in nature. And it's free ... well, they ask for a donation which I gladly gave. It's a great change of pace from the hot sun and beach and a nice way to transition back into home.

I'm going to create another post with some more pictures ... mostly scenery. If she isn't in the picture, more than likely my daughter took it. She's quite the photographer.

Oh, and before I forget ... yes, I was there >>>>>

Book Number Eight

2010-08-23T17:35:00.003-04:00

I just finished reading book number eight (Hannah's List) of the "Blossom Street Series." The only one left is "Christmas Letters" and I think I'll read that ... well, closer to Christmas. Technically there is another "book" I didn't include in this list. It's actually a novella. It's a short story called, "What Amanda Wants" that is part of a book with "novellas" from various authors. Maybe I'll try and get that one next. I'm not really sure yet.

Anyway, Debbie Macomber prefaces each of her books with a letter to her readers. After reading her letter I was a little let down. I thought this last book would allow me another opportunity to meet once again with the characters from Blossom Street. Her letter to her readers clearly states that some will show up, but that this story's main character is male and is a doctor. It begins a year after the death of his wife from ovarian cancer. Basically she has written him a letter (given to him by her brother on the anniversary of her death) suggesting he stop grieving and live life once again. She suggests three different women for him to meet. Surprisingly I really enjoyed the story. Some of it was predictable, but other parts were unique and interesting. It was kind of fun to read about Blossom Street's shops and cafes from the eyes of someone different (Dr. Michael Everett). A few of the familiar characters popped in from time-to-time even though they weren't the main focus.

I really enjoyed this series. I am almost sad to see it end ... but she might write another one, who knows for sure.

Good Books

2010-08-10T21:42:00.002-04:00

I'm on the mend from a pretty nasty bout of bronchitis. I survived by getting lots of rest, drinking lots of water, and taking antibiotics. That along with acupuncture and other healing modalities. But it is hard to stay still for long periods. So I started reading books. I accidentally stumbled into a good series. Picked up one at the grocery store and then realized it was something like number 7 in the series. So I started at one and worked my way back up. These books are by Debbie Macomber. I believe she calls them "The Blossom Street" series.

Here's the list in reverse order (most recent first):

8. Hannah's List
7. Summer on Blossom Street
6. Twenty Wishes
5. Back on Blossom Street
4. Christmas Letters
3. Susannah's Garden
2. A Good Yarn
1. The Shop on Blossom Street

At least that is the list I found on the Internet. However, I think 3 and 4 aren't truly part of the series because they don't talk about Blossom Street. That's the street where the yarn shop is and that's the hub of the story. Anyway, I read them in this order: 7, 1, 2, and 5. I'm going to read 3 and 6 at the beach. I'm going to see if I can reserve 8 at the library. It's still in hardback and I don't want to spend that kind of money. Plus, it's not like I'm going to reread them. So it's ok if they are library books. They are an easy, fun, read. I truly enjoyed them. At first I was sort of upset that I didn't know it was a series and was reading them out of order. But now I see it as fun, trying to figure out how they ended up in their situations, knowing the outcome from the 7th book. But now I'm bound and determined not to read 8 until I've read the rest.

Happy Reading!!!

Sinus Infection, Bronchitis, Blister in Between Two Toes

2010-08-03T18:37:00.007-04:00

My titles sounds like a blues song, doesn't it? Well, I'd better write this quickly before the need to lay down arises.

Man, on man, have I been sick. I had little annoying cold symptoms for about a week. Then on Thursday a persistent fever developed. I went to Right Time Care on Friday and was diagnosed with sinusitis and early bronchitis. I was put on a Z-pack. By Friday evening the bronchitis was full blown. Despite being on antibiotic my fever continued. Sunday I called Right Time Care again and they said if my fever reached 101 to come back in. Well, wouldn't you know it ... it jumped to 101.4 about an hour after that conversation. So they switched antibiotics. That did the trick. My fever broke. My sinuses are much better too. However, as is usual with me when I get bronchitis -- I'm still fighting that one. Sleeping in the recliner each night. Taking Robitussin every four hours and sucking on Ricola cough drops in between.

I've had to miss three Qigong events as a result. Well, "have to," may not be the correct words. I "chose to" miss them and take care of myself. Man was that a tough decision. But, I'm really exhausted and primarily resting in between the "have to"s.

How'd I get so sick you ask? Well, during the summer I work at various summer camps with kids between the ages of three to six. I'm an inclusion companion and work with special needs campers to help them get the most enjoyment out of camp. I love my work. I love my kiddies. The germs ... not so much. My sister is picking me up a pocket hand-sanitizer gel as we speak. (It's hard to leave my campers unattended to wash my hands -- this will be a life saver.) Which I purchased some sooner. Next year I will definitely buy some BEFORE I begin my summer job.

Now, as for the Blister in Between Two Toes -- well that's my daughter's experience. But it came right at the peak of my illness. And I had to get her to the doctor's, and all that comes after that. What started as a simple blister a week ago grew into a huge lump the size of a half dollar between her big toe and her next toe. I took her to the podiatrist yesterday and they lanced it. She has to soak it twice and day, take an oral antibiotic, and put on a topical antibiotic. The worse news: The doctor told her she has to stay off her feet for 48 hours! That doesn't sound like much, eh? But she walks for relaxation and for pet sitting -- sometimes as much as six hours a day.

So we commiserated with each other. I couldn't go to Qigong and she couldn't go walking around the neighborhood. For me, I've been mostly sleeping (after three hours of work each morning). But I've also been enjoying a good book. More on that later! I'm sure in no time my dd will be walking around the neighborhood again. I don't think I'll be able to keep her down. I pray my bronchitis heals quickly so I can get back to my Qigong too. Time will tell.

Back to the recliner for me.

Six Flags

2010-07-24T20:43:00.004-04:00

OH YES, SHE DID!

I took my daughter and her friend to Six Flags on Friday. It was hot, hot, hot (read the post below this one)! As long as I had my cold drink and a book I was fine. My daughter and her friend had a great time, despite the heat. One of the things they did was ride the "Skycoaster." I was surprised that they both agreed to it. It costs an additional "nominal" (in who's eyes?) fee, but it was worth every cent to watch them. Below is a video I found on youtube so you can get an idea of their experience. It was awesome.

How to Survive Six Flags in 103 Degrees

2010-07-23T19:55:00.002-04:00

This is how!

Today I took my daughter and her friend to Six Flags. I'm not sure, but I think it was one of the hottest days this summer. One of the security guards told me it was 103 degrees. My van thermometer registered 104 degrees at 5:30 when we were headed home. After we arrived and agreed on meeting places and times I let the girls go off on their own (thank goodness for cell phones). Then I found a very cool (as in Air Conditioned) icecream shop. That's where I made this purchase. This cup cost me $13 and was worth every cent. I got free refills all day. Considering the cheapest drink was $3.50 it paid for itself after the 4th refill. How many times did I refill it? I lost count. At least six ... maybe more. A few times I just got ice water -- nice and cold. Several of the times I would go back to that nice cold icecream shop, get my refill, and sit in the A/C reading my book. Very nice.

My daughter and her friend had a good time. I will post more about that later when my pictures from my cellphone download to my computer.

SUMMER READING

2010-07-16T12:47:00.002-04:00

Ever experience this? I'm sure you have. You been reading a book for some time now -- when the time allows, you pick it up and read it -- you put it down when there are things to be done -- or simply because you're tired of reading. And then it hits... And then this happens ....

You get to a spot in the book where you just can't put it down. You HAVE to see how it ends. When people come up to you (children, spouse, etc.) to ask a question or share a comment you feel compelled to tell them what is happening in the book, as if they've been reading it all along.

Well, that's what happened with this book. I've been reading it for a while. I liked it, but it wasn't difficult to put down. Until this morning. Oh my goodness! If I didn't have to move laundry or take two important phone calls, I'm not sure I' be writing this post at all.

Ok, well, if you need me, you know where I'll be ....

....And It's Only 11:20!

2010-07-11T11:24:00.004-04:00

The fridge is clean. That means there is now space for a pitcher of cold iced tea. I used a tea given to me by my dear friend, Dymphna. It's Tazo brand: Green Tea with lemongrass and spearmint. It smells heavenly. I haven't tried it yet (it's cooling) -- but now I have space for it in my fridge.

Here's the question for the day: Why do so many condiments expire before we finish them (salad dressing, tartar sauce, BBQ sauce)? I need to remember "less is more" and buy those in smaller bottles. I tend to buy big to save money and make less waste for the Earth to carry, but if I end up pouring it down the drain it's not saving anything. Lesson learned.

Too Many Teas ...

2010-07-10T21:27:00.002-04:00

Or, "The Great Wall of Teas," or "The TACParent Tea Party." Call it what you will. But I've accumulated too many teas. Some I've bought. Some have been gifts. But, seriously folks, I don't really drink as much tea as I used to. I believe it's time to go back to drinking it though. So today I went through and cut my tea stash in half. My sister has agreed to taking the rest to a food pantry for me. Thanks!

If I get the fridge cleaned out on Sunday, I'm going to make some iced green tea with lemongrass. Yum yum!

I'm on a Roll

2010-07-10T21:01:00.009-04:00

I've continued with my decluttering project. This weekend I worked on my secound curio cabinet. It is still pretty full, but look at a few things that are in it:

(I don't know why it's sideways ... but this picture is too precious not to include.)

I also finished the shelf in the dining room:

Part of finishing that shelf was going through my teas (that's another post). Now I'm off to sweep the basement steps. That means I've completed three of the four goals for this weekend. Cleaning the fridge was on the list -- but it was an "if I got to it." I also did laundry and am working on washing all the bedding, including the comforter and mattress pad from my son's room. So, yeah, I've been busy.

Thanks for watching! .... and there's always tomorrow!

Apparently I'm a Lab?

2010-07-09T21:30:00.003-04:00

I took this quiz today on Dogster.com. Apparently I'm a Lab. Not so sure I agree with all that it says though. Here's the results. Comments welcome.

Labrador Retriever
The Caretaker
Your family is what makes you tick, and you never "flea" from an opportunity to hang out with the whole gang. A family picnic complete with hot dogs, deviled eggs and a refreshing swim in the lake is hard for you to stray from. Your sparky temperament and dogged intelligence mean you are not only a blast to hang out with, but great to work with as well. Your close pals appreciate your patience and forgiveness, knowing you'd rather let sleeping dogs lie than dwell on the mishaps of the past. Your dashing good looks may one day lead to a modelling career, if only you can tame the unfortunate clumsiness that sometimes causes you to go flailing from the catwalk.

FAMOUS LABRADOR RETRIEVERS: Bill Cosby, Jackie Onassis, Dr. Phil, David Beckham
LIKELY PROFESSIONS: Doctor, Sales Executive, Teacher

If you want to take the quiz click here: What Dog Breed Are You Quiz

P.S. - Apparently my dh is a border collie. At first I was envious. I want to be a border collie! Then he read why ... and it does fit him better. Loyal to the family. Very competitive -- "never looking at the second place ribbon."

My Collections

2010-07-03T22:28:00.007-04:00

Today I did some decluttering in the living room. It looks very nice now. But I wanted to share something in particular.

"If you have a collection (or two, or three) ... don't let them sit and gather dust, handle them, spend time with them, embrace and enjoy them, remind yourself why and when and how you started collecting them. It's a good feeling."

I was looking at the living room this morning while my dh was with me. I began to express that I thought I should get rid of one of my curio cabinets and most of the items it held. After all, I really don't pay any attention to what was once my precious collections inside (music boxes and angels mostly). I decided I would at least thin out my collection, keeping only what was sentimental to me.

That meant that I would empty the curio cabinet and handle each item inside. Oh the precious memories that washed over me ... some sad, some joyous, some quiet.

In the mix of that collection, I have two "mechanical music boxes." They move while the play music. I remember buying my first one. After my mother died, my dad used to give us money for Christmas. He couldn't be bothered with shopping. It was funny. He insisted we wrap our gifts so he could hand them to us. Anyway, one particular year I really splurged and bought myself my first ever mechanical music box. It's an organ grinder. Reminds me of stories my dad would tell. I decided to pull it out of the curio cabinet along with my other mechanical one (a clown playing a clarinet) and display them on my now clear foyer table.

My dear friend's son, who just announced his marriage plans, used to sit for long periods watching that clown move when he was just 2 years old. Memories. Visit them frequently.

My Pantry

2010-07-02T18:28:00.004-04:00

Today I took on the task of cleaning out my pantry. It had grown quite disheveled. I was very surprised (and actually quite sad) to see how much food had expired. I had to throw away quite a bit. But, now it's organized. I know what's in there. And, probably most importantly, I know what not to buy anymore (things I threw out). So today's cleaning was bittersweet. Still, though, I'm glad I've pushed through it.

By the way -- the picture is not MY pantry. I didn't think to take a before picture. Or maybe I did and decided I dare not.

Beautiful Weather!

2010-06-30T13:42:00.003-04:00

We are having a lovely respite from the heat today. It's been in the 90s ... high 90s at that for quite some time now. Today it actually feels cool. At 1:25 PM weather.com had this to say:

Right Now:
Partly Cloudy
73° F
Feels Like: 73° F
Wind: From W at 5mph

Next 6 hours
Mostly sunny with temperatures rising to near 80F. Winds NW at 5 to 10 mph

I'll take it, with a big smile on my face!

Power Outage 101

2010-06-28T15:39:00.004-04:00

Here are the steps to follow when experiencing a power outage on one of the hottest days of the year:

1. Text some of your neighbors to see how far spread the outage is.

2. Determine it's not just your house and you are in for the long haul.

3. Text neighbor's daughter to make sure their mom is home from work and they are not alone.

4. Attempt to call husband at work, only to have him not answer his phone.

5. Agree with everyone else in the house that it is officially NAP TIME!

6. Wake approximately one hour later -- notice the power is still out. Get ready to attempt to reach husband again and ....

Voila, the power is back on with the sweet sound of A/C humming in the background.

7. Attempt to reach husband again to tell of your anguish -- and again he does not answer.

8. Blog about the experience and repeat number 7 until you either reach him or grow weary of trying.

My Angel Garden

2010-06-26T22:35:00.007-04:00

Here are some pictures of my Angel Garden. I made it around two years ago. Recently it really began bothering me how the dead leaves and "helicopter" seeds from the maple tree had covered all the rocks. It took me (and several friends) many hours over two days to get it back in shape. Notice the yellow lily and the two black-eye suzanne plants. They're new this year! The grow/nurture (one rock) rock is from my dear friend, Gemma. (If you click on the pictures you can see them bigger!)

Birthday Tea

2010-06-21T09:03:00.003-04:00

If you are looking for a nice place to have tea, I strong suggest "Tea on the Tiber" in old Ellicott City, MD. I visited there on Saturday and had a wonderful time. The food was delicious!

I enjoyed this experience with my dear friend. We've known each other since 10th grade. We were celebrating our 49th (seriously ... we won't be 50 until next year) birthday.

Before and after tea we spent some time shopping in Old Ellicott City. When we became hot enough and tired enough (Old Ellicott City is quite hilly) we decided to head to Kohl's. After Kohl's we went to Columbia Mall. It was quite a full day. We were both happy with our purchases -- but mostly just enjoyed spending time together.

One more day ...

2010-06-17T20:04:00.005-04:00

I can't believe it. Tomorrow is the last day of work. Man, will I miss those kidlets. There are eight kids in this class and I have grown fond of each of them. They each have very special characteristics that makes them special (as we all are). I think young kids are the most fun humans around!!!! They keep you on your toes and very entertained.

Celebrate summer--sun-drenched days and starlit nights."
~~ Gooseberry Patch

Two More Days ...

2010-06-16T19:23:00.003-04:00

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date."
~~William Shakespeare
Summer hasn't even started yet ... but it will soon. Thinking about how quickly the school year has gone by reminds me how quickly summer will go by. Before I know it, I will be back at work in the 2-3 year old room, with almost all new students. And the cycle will continue. Time seems to move faster and faster with each passing day. Ok, except maybe February -- I have a theory that the reason February was chosen to be the month with the least amount of days is because it moves so slowly. But once March hits, everything speeds up.

Three More Days ...

2010-06-15T21:53:00.003-04:00

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.
~~ St. Francis of Assisi

I love when the sun shines through the clouds like this. I always say, "Look, God is waving, hello.'" Makes me think He is shining His love in a visible way to me as a reminder.

Three more days of work with my preschool buddies. I'm going to miss those little buggers. Today was our "Fun in the Sun" day. Their parents, grandparents, special folks came and spent some time with us while the littles were entertained outside with things like water tables, side walk chalk, balls, etc. Then we had a "picnic snack" in the courtyard of our school. It was very fun -- though exhausting. I came home and took a 45-minute nap!

So, though summer is on it's way, with bright sun beams, I will miss my little friends.

This Video Made Me Laugh!

2010-06-14T16:37:00.003-04:00

Four More Days ...

2010-06-14T14:56:00.004-04:00

"Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you." ~Langston Hughes

It has sure been hot here lately. I am glad that tomorrow is supposed to be somewhat cooler. We are going to have "Fun in the Sun Day" at preschool. A nice way to spend one of the last four days of school.

Meanwhile, my highschool daughter is gearing up for Finals and finishing up projects. (As Jann said in a comment in the previous post -- the end of the year isn't fun ... unless, of course, you are in Prschool!)

Four more days ....
Summer!

Five More Days ...

2010-06-13T21:37:00.005-04:00

Wow, I can't believe it. Just five more days of work at the school and then it's:

SUMMER!

I decided to a count down like I did last year with quotes. Here's the first submission:

Be like the flower, turn your face to the sun.
-- Kahlil Gibran I will "turn my face to the sun," many times this summer. Of that, I am sure. I love being outside and sitting in quiet, listening to the birds and taking in nature. Or walking down to the river and listening to it babble. Lots of fun in the sun stuff. (Plus I'll be working several summer camps off and on this summer.)

Gratitude

2010-06-10T14:51:00.003-04:00

Pausing today to give much gratitude.

I am grateful for my job.
I am grateful for my teachers.
I am grateful for my mentor.
I am grateful for my friends.
I am grateful for the birds that visit my yard.
I am grateful for my doctors.
I am grateful that I have a loving husband.
I am grateful for my children (watching them move toward adulthood is very rewarding)
I am grateful that my husband has a job (many people are jobless at this time).
I am grateful for Life.
I am grateful that God created me and all that surrounds me.
I am grateful for Qigong (my longing to become a teacher is showing up again)
I am grateful for alternate modalities (acupuncture, process acupuncture, zero balancing, etc.) for they help me to find center and spend more time there.

I could go on, but I'll save it for another day. Today, I am in a state of gratitude. I am on most days, but today that state is overflowing. I have received many special Blessings these last few days.

Work

2010-06-07T07:21:00.004-04:00

I can't believe it. I only have two more weeks of work with my little ones. This has been an unusual year for me at work. I started out in the 4-yr. old room. Absolutely loved the work I was doing. Then, rather abruptly, that child withdrew from school. I was then moved to the toddler room, but only for two weeks. Then I was laid off. Four weeks after that I was called back to the toddler room and that's where I've been since. Interesting how the year panned out. Up and down; up and down. And now I'm told there is promise of work in the fall in the toddler room. Rarely do I get called back in at the beginning of the school year. For that to happen two years in a row is virtually unheard of. So, if the budget allows I'll be back in the 2-yr. old room in the fall.

What will I do until then, you might be asking? Well, I'll be working over the summer at Recreation and Parks helping children participate in various summer camps. Each week will bring a different camp and most likely a different camper. It can be quite fun. I love that my "job" allows me to be myself.

My New Addiction

2010-06-01T20:57:00.008-04:00

I admit. I have a new addiction. I love, love, love Lindy's Homemade Italian Ice. It's great on hot days. I like many things about it -- besides their wonderful flavors. The first is that it is the perfect portion. Another thing is that it takes a long time to eat each one. Here's the proper sequence: Scrape, scrape, scrape, put in mouth, allow to melt, swallow, REPEAT. Yummy. My favorite is probably rootbeer. I've also tried the watermelon, strawberry, and cherry and have been very satisfied with them. I highly recommend this delicious treat! (Think I can get paid for an endorsement?)

Before and After Photos

2010-05-31T21:35:00.006-04:00

I'm on a roll. While I'm at it, I'm documenting it. That's so I have proof for myself that it can be done -- that I did it -- and that it should stay that way. If I have the urge to clutter again, I can go look at these pictures and remind myself how much effort I put into cleaning it up. Also, this documenting propels me forward to continue on with other projects that seem daunting. A little at a time … a little at a time.

Here's the top of my two-drawer file cabinet in the den: BEFORE

Here's the top of my two-drawer file cabinet in the den: AFTER

My Desk!

2010-05-31T20:27:00.003-04:00

My desk finally made it to the top of "my goals lists!" It's nice to have it finally clear. There's more to come in my decluttering crusade. Stay tuned.

Three Railings and a Foyer Table

2010-05-30T14:19:00.008-04:00

Another possible title: Look, Ma, No Bags! We (mostly me) have grown accustomed to hanging bags on the railings in our home with "stuff" to put away. The family room railing is often used for things purchased that need to go into the kitchen. The downstairs railing is used to put bags of things that need to go upstairs. And, finally, the upstairs railing is used to put bags of things that need to go downstairs. That would all be fine, if the "staging areas" were routinely dealt with. But, when life grows hectic they seem to become a dumping ground and "we'll get to it later" is heard. Well, lately I've been on a mission to declutter my home. It's a slow and tedius process. Thanks to my dear friend, Dymphna, who allows me to send her my goals and cheers me onto "victory," we are moving along nicely. And, guess what, it's contagious. My daughter has been cleaning her room. My son's good friend helped him clean off the shelf in his area yesterday. This house is beginning to feel lighter and lighter. Very nice!

Family Room Railing

Downstairs Railing

Upstairs Railing

Foyer Table

This is what people see as they come into my house. I hate when it is cluttered. It was my second goal for the weekend. I'm glad I was able to get to it.

Surprise Visits from Friends

2010-05-29T14:50:00.003-04:00

I was going to blog about this a few weeks ago when I had a surprise visit from a friend. Time had slipped away. Since then it has happened twice more. I decided today, I would make the time to blog about it. It is such a blessing.

The most recent "surprise visit" was with my friend, J. from Qigong. She emailed me last night that she would be in my area today to get a haircut. She asked if I wanted to meet for lunch or coffee. Yesterday was not a fun day for me. I was really feeling down and quite stressed out. I ended up in the recliner in my bedroom at 8:30 listening to stress relieving CDs (soft music, nature sounds, etc.). I slept through until 6:30 AM (very early for me to wake-up on a Saturday, but I had slept long enough, so I woke up naturally). I hadn't responded to my friend's email because my computer got "sick" shortly after I read it and we had to run a virus scan. I wasn't even sure if she'd be able to still meet with me today. I called her and we got together for coffee. Turned my icky mood right around.

A few weeks ago I had been suffering with a horrible head cold. I was in a funk because I didn't have energy to do anything, but wasn't sick enough to stay holed-up. My dear friend, G., all the way back from high school, who now lives in an adjoining state, just happened to call and say she was going to be in the area visiting her mom. She asked if I wanted to get together. She came to my home (despite my cold -- said she didn't mind) and took my mind off of it. We ended up making a few short runs to get me medication and stuff for dinner. It was such a pleasant visit.

Prior to that my daughter had her friend over. Her mother, J., is a friend of mine. She "stopped in" to say hello when she dropped her daughter off to stay over night with my daughter. We ended up chatting for quite some time. I was having another "one of those days," and again, it was a wonderful diversion.

Not to sound like I frequently have "one of those days," -- I don't. But, it is wonderful that sometimes at those times a friend (an angel, in my eyes) shows up as a "surprise" visit. Maybe I didn't plan it. Maybe they didn't plan it. But, somewhere out there, it was planned to help me make it through a rough time.

Thank you to my friends who aren't afraid to just drop by and be spontaneous. You have helped me turn that frown upside down on many occasions. Surprise visits can be the best, don't you think?

Dwell In Possibilities

2010-05-23T20:07:00.004-04:00

Does Your Dog Do This?

2010-05-21T16:25:00.002-04:00

My dog seems to find any pillow or blanket (or jacket) left on the floor and uses it like a human would. It's always worth a good laugh to see him with his head on the pillow!

Another Work Funny

2010-05-18T15:12:00.004-04:00

Here's another funny work story. Today I was "in the middle," where the kids play. In our classroom of 2-3 year olds there are times where there are two or three activities going on. It was my turn to be in the play area during these rotations. Kids were going in and out of the play area to participate in the rotations. At one point a little boy, N, came back into the play area with a rather angry look on his face. I asked him was anything wrong. He looked at me perplexed. I said, "It looks as if you have a chip on your shoulder." This little boy begins looking left, then right, then pulls his shirt off each shoulder and says, "I don't have a chip on my shoulder." I carried along with the conversation, "Well, you might have. We had chips for snack." My coworkers were in hysterics. I love my job!

Todays Riddle: What Does a Spinning Top Have to do With a Head Cold?

2010-05-15T21:24:00.004-04:00

Give up?

Well, allow me to explain. I've been working on a head cold beginning Monday. On Thursday it became full blown. When I woke up this morning I said to my husband, "Look at the blankets. What's up with that?" They were all muffled. He said, "Sleeping with you when you have a head cold is like sleeping with a spinning top. You grind up the sheets like a blender." Umm.... blushing ... I guess I toss and turn when I'm not feeling well. The picture of myself that I conjured up in my head by his description has me laughing.

Odd Finding

2010-05-12T07:13:00.002-04:00

The other day my husband was out doing yard work. He came inside and announced, "I just found the strangest thing in our rain gutter." Low and behold is was a sock monkey. We knew right away where it came from and laughed so hard.

We have a neighbor child who loves to be outside and toss things. The "thing" doesn't matter. It can be a stick, a ball, a Frisbee, a Lego guy ... anything, including a sock monkey. Apparently one day he tossed so high the sock monkey landed in our gutter. My husand saw the tip of his tail and thought it was a stick caught in the gutter. He used his extension pole pruner to retrieve it. He was very surprised it was a sock moneky. Unfortunately by time my husband found it, it was beyond rescue. It had been repeatedly rained on. But -- it did make for a good laugh.

Then my daughter came in from walking the dog yesterday and announced, "There's been another monkey tossing sighting. Keep an eye on the rain gutter." This time the neighbor was tossing a Curious George. Hopefully he will be recovered with each toss.

A Touching Letter

2010-05-12T07:03:00.002-04:00

My daughter was given an optional "extra credit" assignment from her American Government Teacher. It was to write a letter to a soldier. Her teacher is going to gather the letters and send them as a group. I was deeeply touched by her response. Who knew a 16-year old could think enough beyond herself to come up with this. Here's her letter:

Dear Soldier,

My name is Jessica and I’m in 10th grade. Our teacher gave us an assignment to write a letter to a soldier. This was an optional assignment. I thought to myself that I would do this even if it wasn’t for credit. What you are doing is important for our country.

Thank you for risking your life day and night to keep us safe. A lot of people take everyday things for granted whether it’s the food we eat, or the water we drink, or just going to the movies. We wouldn’t be able to have these things unless there were people keeping harm at bay. So because of you and your dedication to our country we are able to live free and happy lives.

I am pretty aware that it must be stressful on you and your family having to be a part from each other and not even knowing if you have a 100% chance of returning home. I am praying that you get to return home safely to your loved-ones and I thank you with all my heart for allowing me and the rest of our country to be free.

These are the moments that make a mother go, "ahhhhhh, she's getting it."

My Birthday Dinner

2010-05-03T07:32:00.002-04:00

My birthday is Tuesday -- but Tuesdays are very busy for us, so my family decided to take me out to dinner yesterday. We went to Macaroni Grill. The picture you see is the dish I chose. Italian Sausage Spiedini. It was very good. I was so pleased when they brought out everyone's dinner. I thought to myself, "For once, normal size portions." My family has grown accustomed to eating half the dinner, boxing the rest up and then ordering dessert. This time there was no need to do that. But then ....

Then we ordered dessert. The desserts were bigger than the dinner. None of us finished except for my son. Perhaps his was a tad smaller. My daughter ordered some kind of chocolate cake. It was the size of four brownies! My husband ordered his usual Tiramisu. It was at least twice as big as the one he gets at Olive Garden. I ordered some kind of Apple Crisp thing that came with a ton of ice cream on top. My son ordered a lemon cake with lemon mouse. We weren't able to get doggy bags for the desserts -- they wouldn't have traveled well.

Sooooo .... if you want a huge dessert I'd recommend Macaroni Grill. But, if not, I'd recommend you find one dessert to share between two people. That's what I'm going to do next time.

So You Had a Bad Day

2010-04-26T17:30:00.004-04:00

Are you familiar with that song? My poor dog had a very bad day yesterday (Sunday). It started out with an injured paw. We don't know exactly when he hurt it, but my dd noticed his limping was getting worse. By Wednesday, he had a wound between his toes. Most likely he got something caught under his nail (like a piece of grass) and the toes rubbing together irritated it. I took him to the vet on Saturday. Dr. Bob lasered it and had a tech wrap it. Rascal looked so pitiful. But on Saturday he handled it well. Sunday was much tougher. It rained a lot that day and we were supposed to keep his foot dry, so that meant he could only be outside for short periods of time.

Then ... the unimaginable happened ... a horrible thunderstorm with heavy rain. In case you didn't know, my dog is petrified during storms. Despite my coaxing, he would not go to the bathroom in the front yard. Despite my standing there in the rain with him, looking like a fool --- he utterly refused. Instead, he preferred to sulk on my daughter's bed. Check out the sad, sad face below.

Wrapped Purple Foot

"I want the thunder to go away!"

Such a sad, sad dog.

You'll be happy to know (I know I was!) that at his checkup today he got the go ahead to leave his paw unwrapped. The doctor lasered it again and told us to make sure he doesn't lick it. Well, we'll try.

A Funny with My Son

2010-04-22T19:46:00.003-04:00

A better title might be: The Irony of It All!

My son attends our local community college. Each semester a different professor has taken him under their wing and helped him to mature and grow. He has truly enjoyed his relationship with each of his special professors. To get on with the story ...

This morning I was helping my son pack up his backpack. I was having trouble fitting all the stuff in it that he wanted to take with him. I was asking him about each book and if it would be ok for it to stay home. When I got to, "Overcoming Procrastination," I asked it this one could stay home. This is a book recommended by his favorite professor this semester. He said, "Yeah, I haven't read it yet. I'll read it later." I laughed so hard. I looked at him and said, "You're procrastinating reading your procrastinating book. That's so ironic. What would your professor say?" He just laughed. Maybe one day he'll actually ready the book.

Heard in Preschool

2010-04-22T19:25:00.003-04:00

I hope I can express this in a way that you will find it as funny as I did. We have a rather rambunctious 3 year old boy in our classroom. He is one of our "peers," which means he is supposed to be a role model for the special needs kids. He is full of spunk and always busy. For the sake of this story, I'll call him "N."

"N's" father had apparently taken him and his brothers to the Renaissance Festival back in October. He loved it and talks about it often. He loves to tell stories of jousting, in particular. Today he had a toy knife from the kitchen. It came with a set of plastic velcro'd together fruits and vegetables that the kids can chop. He was going around and around the play area saying, "I'm a knight. I'm a knight." Then he looks at me and says, "Where's my horse?" He spent the better part of the morning playing this game. At one point he had a feather duster and claimed it was his horse. I'm sure he was thinking of the plume often used to decorate horses for show. Then he tried sitting on a toy dog that you can pull on wheels. Eventually he went to the "barn animal bin" and pulled out a toy plastic horse. It was one of those that have a "real" mane -- but someone had cut this one kind of short. He shouts,"Here's my horse; here's my horse," as he runs over to show me. (Here comes the funny.)

Look, Ms. Teresa, here's my horse. He has a mohawk. I laughed so hard. I said, "N, you are very funny, but I think you mean 'mane'." He turns around to one of my coworkers and starts again, "Look, Ms. Gayle. I'm so funny. I found my horse and he has a mohawk." This is one of the many reasons I love my job.

My Daughter's 16th Birthday

2010-04-08T18:56:00.006-04:00

For my daughter's 16th birthday she wanted nothing more than to go hiking down to the river and wade in it a bit. How awesome is that? Here's the sign. We followed the green arrow (then the blue). I'd suggest if you aren't in for a big hike take the red arrow. Live and learn.

Here they are are the river. They said the water was cold ... but I didn't get in. I'll take their word for it.

Here's my daughter on an "island" standing in a tree.

Then we went to the movies. We saw, "How to Tame Your Dragon." It was actually a good movie. Brought a tear to my eyes.

Dinner was at Cheesecake Factory. Yummy. We always bring home more leftovers than what we eat there. Huge portions. And you have to get dessert.

It was an awesome day. The hike was just difficult enough. I told the girls they couldn't complain until, "the old lady who was out of shape from a rough winter," did. As we were coming back from the river the hill was kind of steep. I tripped over a tree root and flew through the air. My Qigong training helped me to regain my balance and I was able to land on my feet -- after yelling, "wooaaahhh," of course. The girls said my landing was impressive, though they didn't see the flight. At that point I allowed them to begin complaining.

Happy 16th Birthday!

Sometimes We Need to Remember ....

2010-04-07T09:22:00.006-04:00

As I was driving to an appointment yesterday I was playing over in my head some of the events from the past few days. One, in particular, was very upsetting and not resolved at that point. I knew resolution was on the way, but I also knew it would take some work. Then it came to me:

Sometimes we need to remember that God is on our side.

Despite whatever is going on in my life -- the ups and the downs -- God is on my side. He's rooting for me to make it through life's difficulties and loving me unconditionally, despite my mistakes. Without judgment -- without condition, He wraps His arms around me and reminds me I will make it through whatever shows up.

Lately whenever there is upset I am able to fairly quickly realize that there is another purpose -- a lesson for me to learn perhaps. I acknowledge that sometimes life needs to be shook up or we would grow stagnate and satisfied instead of reaching toward growth. It reminds me of a story (a quote) where a person is sitting in a tree and it is being shaken by a storm. The person cries out, "God, why won't you help me?" They look down to find out it is God shaking the tree. I'm looking for the story ... but can't seem to find it. When I do, I'll clean this post up. I found it: We turn to God for help when our foundations are shaking, only to learn that it is God who is shaking them. ~Charles C. West

I think the story of a man in the tree in a storm is just my visualization of this quote.

Shake-ups serve us. And if we can remember, "God is on our side," we'll get through each and every one with much growth.

Tomorrow ...

2010-04-04T10:52:00.003-04:00

Tomorrow will be a day of running around for me. It is a day where it will "all fit," but not the kind of day I choose to have on a routine basis. Here's the schedule (as best as I can determine at this moment).
8:30 - Leave to take my son's FM system to his audiologist for a much needed repair. She is in the middle of Baltimore.
9:00 - Continue through Baltimore to my daughter's eye doctor/eye glasses shop to have a lens replaced in her glasses. The dog jumped up and put a huge scratch in them. It is difficult enough to focus with insufficient convergency, yet alone with a big scratch down your lens.
10:00-1:00ish (Emphasis on the "ish." We don't know how long we'll be at the eye glass shop and/or what the traffic will be like in Baltimore.) Shop for some needed items. This will, at the very least, include a visit to Petsmart. We can't live without guinea pig bedding.
1:30 - Make sure daughter is home to walk a neighbor's dog who she is pet sitting. Oh, and maybe our dog too.
2:15 - My eye doctor appointment. Imagine that ... something for me.
Whenever that is done - Grab my daughter to go shopping for a new pair of eye glasses for me. I asked if she would help. It is very difficult to pick out new frames when you can't see through them.
Dinner - at some point (most likely leftover ham from our Easter dinner)
8:00 - Qigong class. Ahhh.... a great way to end a rather hectic day.

The week (our Spring Break) has lots of appointments scattered throughout it. But, instead of feeling resentful about having so much to do, I am trying to feel grateful that there is the space and time to do so.

Happy Easter!!

2010-04-04T10:51:00.001-04:00

Books

2010-04-01T07:16:00.003-04:00

Let's talk about the gift of books. I don't read as often as I'd like. It's one of those things I tend to forget about. But lately, I've been gifted with so many great books. I am using all sorts of resources that have shown up for me. Some of these are things I've known about, but I just didn't use them. There are so many resources out there and finding that "right" book can now be quite a fun journey. In the past I've always used Amazon.com to find books. They give me suggestions based on past purchases and how I rated those purchases. Now a lot of the books featured there have a link that allows you to actually read a few pages of the book. I know when I get to the end if I keep trying to turn the page or am sad that it ended, it is either a book worth purchasing, adding to my Wish List, or looking for at the library.

Speaking of the library ... I have used them in a different way for me lately. It all started when I went on-line to view their catalog to see if they had a certain book. This book was in the library system, but it was checked out. I could reserve it on-line. I did so. Then magically, a few days later I receive an email telling me the book is in and they will hold it for a week. I don't even have to scan the shelves to find it. I walk up to the counter, present my card, and they hand me my new "gift."

I like buying books because then there is no pressure to return them "on time." However, if I'm just not sure I will enjoy the book the library is a much better option. First, because it is free. Second, because I won't end up with a dust magnet sitting in my home, unused. Third, because I can renew it on-line (unless there is a hold on it). Fourth, technically it is better for the environment (less trees killed; less paper to be recycled if I decide not to hold onto it; less clutter in my home). But sometimes, well sometimes, I just have to purchase a book. If there is a book I think I will return to time and time again, I'll buy it. If there is a book where I want to highlight text even found in the forward, most likely that is a book I should buy. Well, you get the idea. With Spring in the air, books have come to life for me. I'm reading several at a time ... I've never been able to do that before. One lives in the van for when I have to spend time waiting for my kids at appointments, etc. One lives on the side table near where I sit and sometimes keep my dd company while she does her homework. OK, I admit it. I now have come to use a duffel bag to carry my books (and iPod, etc.) so I can grab it whenever we have a day of appointments (like today).

There are books for pure enjoyment. There are books for learning. There are resource books. Many, many to choose from. One that I'm currently reading is, "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." I know, I'm at least two decades behind on that one. I decided to read it when I found several quotes from it on-line that made me laugh out loud. What are you reading at the moment?

A Super Cool "New" Gadget

2010-03-21T15:19:00.003-04:00

This might not be news to you, but it was to me. For a while now I've been desiring an iPod adapter that I can use to play my iPod through my van's speakers. When I first began the search they were quite costly (over $100). Lately, I've seen them for around $80. It was on my wish list for my birthday or Mother's Day. Today my daughter and I ended up at the mall. She wanted to go to Radio Shack to get some new portable speakers for her iPod. She likes to take it places and share the music with people. She also uses them to play her iPod in the car and share the music with me. Today a very nice gentleman offered to help us at Radio Shack. I asked him my usual question about iPod adapters for vehicles. He asked me if my car had a cassette player (the newer ones don't). It did (sometimes it pays to have an older vehicle). So he shows me this gadget which he personally owns and uses. He tells me the expensive ones that work through the car stereo rely on a clear radio signal and in busy cities that isn't always possible. With the "cassette player" there is no radio interference. The good news: It only costs $19 as opposed to $85. More good news: My husband's CD player stopped working in his car. He did not want to replace it because it is costly. So I offered him this new gadget. He can either use my daughter's old iPod to upload his favorite CDs or attach it to my portable CD player. Very nice.

On Van, On Music, On Sisters, On DD's Friend

2010-03-18T07:24:00.004-04:00

Ok, I'm going to try to attempt describing something that has bought me great joy and much laughter (much needed yesterday). I'll do my best and trust that you will be able to laugh along with me by the end of the post.

My Van: My van has had trouble with brakes for a very long time. Turns out it was manufactured poorly. When they designed this vehicle they did not design it with the space to allow for large enough brake pads. So, frequently (and unfortunately), the brakes often have issues. We have taken it to the same shop for years. In the past they have been wonderful with their repairs. Often they didn't charge us for the new brakes saying it was ridiculous how short they had lasted. More recently, they have not been able to get the van to "duplicate" its strange noises. That left me with waiting until an "intermittent problem," becomes a more consistent problem. Well, it's happened and I will take the van in the shop on Monday. That's just the history -- not the funny part.

My practice allows me to learn how to "let go" of things and "not sweat the small stuff." You know, "go with the flow." Don't take on optional stress. You get the idea. So I tend to let go of most things (not all things -- I admit -- but most things). The way I do this is often through humor and/or music. This time I used both. You see my van makes this incredible, to most people -- annoying, noise. I'm pretty sure it is the brakes. It's a quick, high pitched, rapid chirp.

The music: Around a week or so ago, I began singing along with it. It reminded me of an old classical piece, but I could not remember the name of it. I began asking everyone I know, imitating the song as best I could with "di di di di"s (those are short i's ... because that's how it sounds). I asked friends. I asked my daughter's clarinet instructor. I asked my daughter's friend, who plays many musical instruments and is quite familiar with some classical music (by name, composer, etc. truly amazing in a near-16 year old, in my honest opinion). I asked a lot of people.

My sisters: So last night my sister, Kathleen, called to check in on me. I had had a medical procedure earlier in the day. I took the opportunity to ask her about the song. I was sure she wouldn't know it, but thought it was worth a chance. I mean, come on, I had asked music instructors and such. She recognized it right away. Didn't know the name or the composer, but, by God, she could "di di di di di di di di" it with me right on key and in perfect rhythm. She said, "It's the music they play when the magicians spin plates on top of wooden sticks." "Yes, yes!" I replied, "that's the one." She said, "It starts with a xylophone." "Yeah! Now what's it called?" I asked. She didn't know either. We both agreed that my other sister, Joyce, might now. Meanwhile, my daughter is googling the crap out of her computer with the information we are feeding to her. No luck. So I call Joyce. She knew right away. Go figure. Claims it is because she was a Liberal Arts major. We are talking a long time ago and she still remembers. I can't remember much from High School (didn't go to college) ... so I'm amazed that she could remember. But, my darling daughter googled the information given to us by Joyce and within minutes, the song is streaming from her computer.

My daughter's friend: So I texted TAR the name of the song and the composer. My daughter emailed him the link to the video. I went to bed. Thought that was the end of it. Woke up this morning to a hysterical text from TAR. He said, "THAT'S IT. That is exactly what your van sounds like." It went on from there, but you get the idea. He's going to compose and conduct a new song using my van's noises, "C*****e Concert, No. 1." (That's our last name encrypted -- as best I can figure out how to. ha ha ha)

The van: It goes into the shop on Monday. Now that the noises are more consistent hopefully they can fix it. My daughter says it is bittersweet. She says, "You will be glad to have it fixed but miss singing along with your van." I think I'll get over it.

Enjoy the video (Composed by: Khachaturian; Titled: Sabre Dance) And seriously, listen to my van before it's fixed. I think you'll agree. I have a very talented van and a good ear for music. Healing with humor and music -- ahhhhhhhhhh.

Should I????

2010-03-06T10:07:00.004-05:00

I'm taking a poll. Since I don't have many readers it should be interesting to see the results. I am toying with sending an email to my children in regards to laundry. Each time I think about doing it I'm not sure it's the correct thing to do. I, personally, find it funny. I'm not so sure they will. So, just for laughs, I'll include it here. You can comment as to whether or not you think I should actually send it.
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Dearest Children of Mine,

Hello. It’s me – your mom. I’m writing you in regards to the subject of laundry. I have a few requests to make of you. It really will make all of our lives much more simpler. They are as follows:

*When trying to figure out where to put your dirty laundry, I ask that you place your focus on the laundry basket and aim better to make it inside. I can’t tell you how many Saturdays when I gather the laundry I first have to remove the piles of laundry all around the basket to get the basket and fill it with your dirty clothes. You come close – oh so close, but you often fall short of the actual opening in those lovely pop-up hampers that we have in the bathroom and bedrooms. (P.S. - If there isn't a pop-up hamper in your bathroom scroll down to the 6th entry below, titled "Pop-up laundry hampers," find one; empty it; bring it to the bathroom.)

*Please resist the urge to undress like a snake shedding his skin. Sometimes I swear I can pick up entire outfits still hooked together, underwear inside the pants, socks inside the pants legs, shirts inside of hoodies. Seriously, can’t you take them off one piece at a time and separate them from each other. I don’t think it’s my job to pull apart all the various layers of your various garments.

*Please empty your pockets. It takes precious time to go through your pockets – so I don’t. I don’t mind when I find money in the washer or dryer; that can go to my personal Starbucks fund. What I do mind is tissues. Man do they make a mess in the washer and dryer. Oh, and chapstick – that’s not fun either.

*Socks. Oh this is one of the areas I spend so much time on. If I took all the time that I spent turning your socks right side out – especially the one of you who wears long tube socks – well, if I took all that wasted time, I could make gourmet meals. Probably even served on the good china (oh, wait, we don’t have any) … but you get the idea.

*Also, if you get a stain on a garment it helps me if you indicate it. Remember, I have taught you to tie a knot in it. This will alert me that this garment needs extra attention. Though, I do admit to more than once … ok, frequently … washing and drying a knotted garment, only to find it in the clean clothes and wondering how I missed it. So, here’s a better idea. There’s a stain stick on my bathroom counter. I can put one in your bathroom too. You can pre-treat the stain yourself. Man, more gourmet dinners on the way. All right!

*Pop-up laundry hampers. Aren’t these the greatest inventions ever? We have at least six of them. I think more. So, do tell me why when laundry day comes around I can’t find any of them. Wait, I know. Someone, no names mentioned, has forgotten to empty their clothes basket from last week. And the week before. And the week before that. What are you wearing? Do you really have that many clothes? Oh, I see. You only take out what you need so each basket only has a few items in it. Please consolidate. Better yet, please empty your laundry basket (by that I mean actually put the laundry away) before the next laundry day.

*One more thing. If you have a garment that needs to be sewed or that no longer fits or you simply cannot stand to be seen in it anymore, please do not put that garment in the dirty clothes each and every week without wearing it. If it needs to be sewed, bring it to me when it is CLEAN and I’ll put it in my sewing pile. If you turn your socks right side out as asked above, I can use that time to sew your torn garments. And, if the garment doesn’t fit or is no longer desired, please tell me and we can put it in the give away pile.

It’s really that simple. I’m not asking for much. Seven little secrets to a happier laundry day for me.

Love,

Your Mom

An Interesting Dental Experience

2010-03-03T14:47:00.006-05:00

Ok, seriously. This happened to me. I wouldn't lie about such things. But what's weirder (is that a word?) is the information I gathered afterwards.

Thursday afternoon I was eating some Hot Tamales. I admit I stole them from my son. Ok, I didn't actually steal them. He forgot about them. They were a Christmas gift. They were in my pantry for two months. Doesn't that make them communal property? Ok, enough of my defense. I was wrong to steal them and maybe I'll buy him another box after (if) he reads this blog post. On with the story. As I was chewing those oh so delicious and spicy candies I suddenly felt something hard in my mouth. One of my crowns had popped off. It didn't hurt -- thank goodness. It must have been on the tooth that had a root canal. My dentist was away and it wasn't an emergency, so I waited until he could see me on Tuesday (yesterday). I thought he was going to give me a hard time for eating chewy candies, but he didn't. He agreed they were a good candy. I told him it was worth it.

So then he tells me, "We use a gummy candy here to remove crowns and loose teeth all the time." At first I thought he was joking. As I was checking out the receptionist/dental assistant and I were discussing how soon I could chew on that side again. She said, "Right away. The glue sets in thirty minutes." So I asked, "Even Hot Tamales?" To which she replies, "You do know we use gummy candies to remove crowns, don't you? We heat them up, have the patient bite down real hard and hold it for bit and then open their mouths. It works great." Ok, I'm paraphrasing; it's not a direct quote. But apparently this is what they do.

Check it out. He's not alone. This is an article from the Los Angeles Times. I pasted it here, but you can click on the link to see the original version on the internet.
Dr. David Sarment, Internationally recognized Board certified periodontist

I just got back from the dentist. (No cavities, you'll be glad to know, though a tad more flossing wouldn't hurt.) While I was there, my dentist, Dr. Anthony Abdalla of Pasadena, took a trip down memory lane.

When he was a kid, he told me, his dad had a fearsome set of electrician's pliers for removing loose baby teeth. Young Anthony worried about the size of those pliers, so he took matters into his own hands. He used candy.

"I'd chew up some Sugar Daddies, bite into them, then go yank! and the tooth would come out," he recalls. "Then I'd pick out the tooth and work on developing more cavities by eating the rest of the Sugar Daddies."

Abdalla does not recommend this activity to his young charges today. But he has used candies in his practice. Lots of dentists have, based on observations "in the field," if you like, that candies are extremely good at removing crowns.

I can vouch for the fact that Milk Duds are excellent in this capacity: Last Halloween, I lost two crowns in quick succession after raiding my daughter's candy stash. ("That will teach you," she said.)

Abdalla, meanwhile, swears by Gummi Bears and Jujubes. Get a patient to bite down on them, harden up the candy with some cold water, get 'em to quickly open their mouth, and hey, presto! Out comes that crown with decay under it, or bad fit, or some other problem that needs attention.

So, did I learn my lesson? Did I give up Hot Tamales? Nope I didn't. I'm just a bit more careful when I eat them. Smiles and giggles and maybe a little blushing of the cheeks. Good thing I never cared for Jujubi's -- those and Dots. Even I recognized they would pull out your fillings.

What's That Strange Substance?

2010-02-28T21:47:00.004-05:00

Look what I saw today! It's grass. It's been a long time since we've seen any with all the snow we've had this winter.

... and it's much better than this. Which we've seen way too much of pretty much everywhere we go.

By the way, these are not actual pictures of my neighborhood, but they do capture what we've been seeing. The high temperature tomorrow will be 49 degrees and mostly sunny. We won't talk about the possibility of snow showers on Wednesday.

A Different Kind of Project

2010-02-24T20:40:00.007-05:00

Pour yourself a cup of tea, sit back and relax, and allow me to tell you a story. Thirty years ago I got my first "real" job working for the Federal Government. I was in a typing pool of thirty women (and a few military men from time-to-time). We worked long and strange hours including weekends and holidays. Sometimes "the system" would "go down" and we couldn't type. Sometimes, very rarely, the work load would be complete. And, often, during breaks and lunch times we'd find ourselves sitting around and chatting. One of the woman in the office used to crochet. She taught several of us there how to make granny squares. This was my first experience in making granny squares. I had learned the basic crochet stitches (single, double, triple) while in High School Home Economics.

Anyway, we'd spend our "free" time making these squares from scrap yarn. None of us ever bought a new skein. We relied on donations from our coworkers. Each of us was required to do a two year stay in the typing pool. Toward the end of my second year I discovered I had made a lot (A LOT!) of granny squares. I didn't know what I was going to do with them. The same woman who taught us how to make granny squares told us, "you just sew them together." Well, I didn't know what she meant but I made my best attempt. I was proud of that afghan of many colors. It's one of the few projects that I've made and kept for myself.

After years of cuddling, keeping warm, loving, and frequent washings, the afghan has begun to show some wear and tear. Some of the stitches of the sewn together squares had started to separate and holes began to show up. I decided the other day to use some scrap yarn and see what I could do to prolong this 30-year old afghan's life. First I made a border of purple around it. Then I took some leftover green yarn and patched the places where the black yarn, used to hold the squares together, once was. Now it is a strong and sturdy afghan again. This was a fun project.

When I think of all the afghans I've made over the years and given away as gifts, I think of many things. I think of the joy I received while making them. I think of the joy the recipients experienced in receiving them. I think of all the love that goes into each project and the love, comfort, and warmth these afghans spread to others. And ... I think of my first ever afghan and am grateful for the woman who showed me how to make it.

What I've Seen Today

2010-02-17T16:04:00.004-05:00

I wish I had a real time picture of what I saw today. School is finally back in session after 5 1/2 snow days (which doesn't include the weekends ... so it's been a long time since the kids have been in school). They were two hours late so the high schoolers wouldn't have to walk in the streets in the dark. The sidewalks on the mainstreets are simply gone -- covered with snow, plowed from the streets. The side streets are pretty bad too, unless you have a wonderful neighbor like me who uses his snowblower on all the sidewalks in our neighborhood. Anyway, this is dangerous for all the kids who have to walk to school and even for the kids who have to wait on bus stops -- well, because there are no bus stops (again, unless you live in my neighborhood or one similar).

So today the county had out bobcat mini-snowplows, en masse. This picture really doesn't capture what I saw. Scan down to my original blizzard pictures, add a few feet of plowed snow to get the proper height, then imagine these mini-snowplows trying to find the sidewalks. It was actually kind of funny looking -- almost like toys. And they were everywhere -- everwhere, I tell you. They are all over the community trying to find the public sidewalks. I am very grateful to the people who have worked so hard, hour after hour, helping us to navigate through this historical snow fall. Try as they may, I think this snow is here for a very long time.

Say It Isn't So!

2010-02-09T09:11:00.003-05:00

This is unbelievable, but true. They are calling for more snow beginning at noon today. Here's what weather.com has to say:

A WINTER STORM WARNING REMAINS IN EFFECT FROM NOON TODAY TO 7 PM EST WEDNESDAY.

* PRECIPITATION TYPE... SNOW.

* ACCUMULATIONS... 10 TO 20 INCHES.

* TIMING... EARLY TO MID AFTERNOON TODAY THROUGH WEDNESDAY.

Keep sending prayers. Be safe. Be warm. Hold your loved-ones near.

This just in: Schools are closed for the entire week! Seriously...

Yes, More Snow Pictures!

2010-02-08T12:20:00.007-05:00

There has been a plow sighting a street away from ours. Someone who lives a few blocks away actually called to say they were free. My mentor (who lives about 10 minutes away) called to see if I thought I'd be able to make our appointment tomorrow. She's plowed out. So, there's hope we will get out before the next storm hits on Tuesday evening (another 5-7 inches is predicted). Click on the pictures to make them bigger. They are much clearer that way.

Our faithful watch dog. Looking for traffic on a street with 36 inches of snow on it. But he does so enjoy barking at the people who happen to walk on our sidewalks (snow blowed courtest of a dear neighbor). The brown patch on the hill ... it's bird seed. I swear. The dog's potty patch is just below it -- honest. But, he is the one responsible for knocking it over off the top of the hill.

King of the Hill!

Behind the dog is the bird feeder. First time he's ever been eye level with it!

Nature's Labyrinth

2010-02-07T12:29:00.006-05:00

This is pretty much what it looks like in my neck of the woods. Rumor has it our street will not be plowed until Tuesday. There hasn't been any traffic movement since late Friday evening in my neighborhood. The poor dog was missing his walks. When I asked him if he wanted to go for a walk this afternoon he jumped with his entire body to the height of my head. My dog is 7 years old -- enough said.

Nature's labyrinth: (or: A confused, yet happy dog. or: Thank God for neighbors with snow blowers.) That's the street to the right of the dog.
Our snow blower team (two neighbors) have opened paths to cross the street in a few places. This is a great reminder that we remained connected.

This is a cable box. Well, the very top of a cable box. The dog was very confused. This is a "popular" place for him. I'll leave it at that.

Snow - 2010

2010-02-06T19:20:00.007-05:00

Here are some pictures from our snow storm! Be warm and safe, wherever you are.

No mail delivery today!
This is the snow piled in front of the tree. Poor birds can't get to their feeders. Dh had to dig a "potty patch" for the dog.
That's our street. You can't tell it from the sidewalk.

Thank goodness our neighbor has a snow blower!

Hard Times

2010-02-01T21:48:00.003-05:00

Lot's of people are going through hard times right now. In fact, it seems to me that more of my friends (myself included) are going through hard times than not. Here's hoping for warmer weather figuratively and literally. Keep climbing, folks ... just keep climbing.

Special Intention

2010-01-29T18:40:00.004-05:00

This song goes out to someone very special to me. I want to thank my daughter's friend for introducing us to this singer. I also want to that my dear friend for posting the video for me. Smiles.

Another Funny

2010-01-19T22:39:00.004-05:00

Here's an email I got from my husband today. He sent it from work. I laughed so hard.

Hey hon,

Here's a link for a recall of some Tylenol and Benadryl products due to a "funky smell". Since I've taken most of the bottle in the bathroom already and haven't noticed any smell or keeled over I'm assuming it's ok.

www.mcneilproductrecall.com

Love,
Jim

What a nut! The last few days I have been blessed with glorious laughter. It's wonderful.

Dirty Socks

2010-01-16T22:24:00.003-05:00

What? Two posts in one day, you've got to be kidding. I like to share the funny stuff (or stuff that at least I find funny).

Today was laundry day. Mostly my family is good about putting their clothes in, or at least near, the various hampers around the house. Occasionally I'll find a pair of socks near the door or some pj's on the floor in their room. Today I found a pair of socks by the front door. I assumed (that's a problem right there!) that they were my daughter's. Earlier in the day my husband noticed her feet were bare and asked why they were bare in the middle of winter. She said she had taken her socks off because one got muddy. When I was going to move the next load of laundry to the dryer I grabbed the socks by the door. I thought it was odd. These socks were crew socks. My daughter usually wears ankle socks. I asked my husband if they were his. He thought they might be. I then thought I put them in the wrong clothes basket and that they had ended up in my daughter's room. At either rate, they needed to be washed, so I put them in with my next load.

Later this evening my daughter and I were coming back from walking the dogs (ours and a neighbor's that she is pet sitting). I asked her why she had worn crew socks today. She said, "I didn't." I said, "But those were the socks I found at the door." She said, "Ummmmm, Mom, I think there are S.'s (my son's friend who was visiting)." I blushed a little and went out and asked him if he had taken his socks off and left them by the door. He said he had. Well, oops, they are in my dryer and not quite dry yet. Poor kid went home with just his shoes and no socks. We all got a good laugh at out of it.

My Kids Have the Greatest Friends

2010-01-16T21:16:00.002-05:00

Or .. Kids Say the Funniest Things

This is one of those stories that a parent really wants to share, yet knows that something will be lost in the writing of it. Unless you were here to experience it, it will be hard to get. But, I'll try, nonetheless.

This weekend I had the wonderful experience of being a fly on the wall, so to speak. I wasn't spying on my kids. They knew I was around. I was busy crocheting a new afghan and I was staying put in the living room. In other words, I was there, but not actively involved in what they were doing.

Friday my daughter had a very good friend over. They've been friends since 3rd or 4th grade and are now in 10th grade. They were getting together to study for mid-terms (and really just hang out a little too). Witnessing their interactions were priceless and often quite hysterical. My daughter was struggling with Geometry. Her friend was helping her. Each time she got the answer correct her friend would say,"Good Job," in a teacher voice. That is something I cannot duplicate in writing. But trust me, it was so funny. Each time she said it (and she said it many times) I would laugh. Oddly enough, it didn't grow old. At one point my daughter's friend made a mistake and my daughter caught it (a great way to study) and pointed it out. She said, "Who's helping who now?" The night continued like that. They quizzed each other in Biology purposefully trying to stump each other asking difficult questions. What a fun and creative way of studying. By the end of the night we joked that if they could take all their tests together they would score very high grades putting their knowledge together. It was very nice witnessing their interactions, caring about each other, chiding each other, tormenting each other, and congratulating each other when they got something correct (even if in sarcastic tones). The quizzed each other in American Government too. Again, they complemented each other well. At one point my son came into the room and answered a question my daughter's friend had. And the visit was even more special in that my daughter's friend practiced her viola. The girl can make that thing sing. So beautiful. Some of the higher scratchier notes the dog complained about. He gave some little whines. We laughed. Then we shared some M&Ms. Does life get any better than this?

Then today my son had his good friend over. They've been friends since kindergarten and are now in college. That's a long time! They were in the other room, so often I could hear them but didn't actually know what they were up to. My son's friend asked him to play a specific video game with him. My son said, "I don't want to." His friend said, "Sure you do. Here's a controller." My son said, "But, I don't want to." It went on like this for a few rounds. The friend won and they started playing a video game. I'm not sure what they were playing. At one point, fairly early on, I heard my son say, "I just died a very horrible and painful death." His friend encouraged him to try again. Then I heard my son say, "Oh, look, I didn't die this time." To which his friend responded, "You did very well. You only hit the back of one police car. I'm very proud of you." I laughed so hard. The tone was amazing and again, not repeatable in writing.

What it all comes down to is this, both of my kids need encouragement to step out of their comfort zones. Both of them prosper having such good friends who will encourage them. To hear them do it in a joking manner just made my day. I guess that's what friendship is all about -- supporting each other, non-judgemental, and give-and-take. Very nice.