It's No Housework Day today. I sure wish I had cleaned up after the book group meeting last night before midnight so I could observe this day. But there seem to be some dishes to wash and some brownies to put away...
brownies? Excuse me for a minute....
I am going to suggest we change today to Enjoy some leftover brownies for breakfast Day.
Have a good one y'all!
About Me
- Kim
- United States
- Getting older is not for sissies. I'm not a sissy, thank goodness. I'm a physical therapist, mom, daughter, sister, friend, and I am looking forward to "what's next?"
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
When Weeds are Enough
I had volunteered to give a short prayer to open the steering committee meeting last night at church. I chose to read the poem Praying by Mary Oliver, because April is Poetry Month and I didn't read a poem at church during Poetry Sunday this year.
* * * * *
Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Mary Oliver
* * * * *
Sometimes when I blog I manage to patch a few words together that open a doorway. Usually it's a doorway to receive comments from my friends and family who read my blog. I love those comments! Amen to comments!
Prayer is tricky. There is no right way, but it seems to me there are definitely some approaches that do not work for me. Usually the best thing for me is to be quiet. That isn't easy for me. Not just not speaking, but also not thinking about what I need to pick up at The Jewel later and not fidgeting. Walking in the woods is about the best way for me to really pray. In spite of what Mary Oliver says, sometimes I do need the blue iris, the weeds aren't enough. But when the weeds are enough to create that stillness within, then I know it's going to be a good day.
* * * * *
Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
Mary Oliver
* * * * *
Sometimes when I blog I manage to patch a few words together that open a doorway. Usually it's a doorway to receive comments from my friends and family who read my blog. I love those comments! Amen to comments!
Prayer is tricky. There is no right way, but it seems to me there are definitely some approaches that do not work for me. Usually the best thing for me is to be quiet. That isn't easy for me. Not just not speaking, but also not thinking about what I need to pick up at The Jewel later and not fidgeting. Walking in the woods is about the best way for me to really pray. In spite of what Mary Oliver says, sometimes I do need the blue iris, the weeds aren't enough. But when the weeds are enough to create that stillness within, then I know it's going to be a good day.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Even Moms Need a Mantra
Here is how my morning went between 6 and 7 when I usually blog.
1. "Mom..?"
2. "Mommm?"
3. "MOM?"
4. "MOMMM!"
Repeat steps 1 to 4 about 1,392 times. You get the idea. I was unable to multitask enough to actually write a blog.
This morning I am going back to work. Or I am trying to go back to work. The Scheduling Gods are not smiling upon me with favor, though. I am trying to put some money on the kids lunch account online, but the Skyward Website Gods are not smiling upon me with favor either. Things are not going smoothly in general.
I walked the kids to school this chilly sunny morning. They rode their scooters. Such troopers, they wanted to ride even though the wind chill was 25 degrees. I think repeating their mantra "MOM" makes them somehow immune to the effects of cold air. I would like a mantra that makes me immune to the frustrations of my job today. When we got to the school I couldn't get Sierra's scooter to fold up like it is supposed to, so it can fit into her cubby. I tried the mantra that rhymes with SKIT several times but that didn't work.
I am muscle-achy all over from the all the yoga I did yesterday in the class I took. I need a mantra to soothe muscle aches. I need some extra-strength tylenol and a bubble bath.
1. "Mom..?"
2. "Mommm?"
3. "MOM?"
4. "MOMMM!"
Repeat steps 1 to 4 about 1,392 times. You get the idea. I was unable to multitask enough to actually write a blog.
This morning I am going back to work. Or I am trying to go back to work. The Scheduling Gods are not smiling upon me with favor, though. I am trying to put some money on the kids lunch account online, but the Skyward Website Gods are not smiling upon me with favor either. Things are not going smoothly in general.
I walked the kids to school this chilly sunny morning. They rode their scooters. Such troopers, they wanted to ride even though the wind chill was 25 degrees. I think repeating their mantra "MOM" makes them somehow immune to the effects of cold air. I would like a mantra that makes me immune to the frustrations of my job today. When we got to the school I couldn't get Sierra's scooter to fold up like it is supposed to, so it can fit into her cubby. I tried the mantra that rhymes with SKIT several times but that didn't work.
I am muscle-achy all over from the all the yoga I did yesterday in the class I took. I need a mantra to soothe muscle aches. I need some extra-strength tylenol and a bubble bath.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Coffee-Drinking, Work-Doing, Blog-Writing, Football-Tossing, Proud Mama Kinda Gal
I'm up extra early today because I am going to a class in Springfield and I need to leave around 6:30. I am trying to get some work done on my schedule for tomorrow on my work computer, drink some coffee, and blog at the same time. If I were a superheroine I would be MultiTasking Woman!
Sadly, though, I am not a superheroine and mostly I have accomplished the coffee drinking part only.
It was very warm yesterday here, our first day of over-70 degree temperatures. I played basketball in the driveway with The Boy. I played baseball in the backyard with The Boy. I threw a football to The Boy while he bounced on the trampoline. I threw one overhand spiral that earned some admiration points from the Boy...."Mom, perfect spiral and you threw that one HARD!" It just goes to show you that the law of averages will always win out and after 7 million bad passes one of them will accidentally be just right.
Sierra earned some serious admiration at church yesterday with her coin-collecting-to-help-Japan endeavor. I read an announcement during the service about her project, and then she set up a table after church to collect coins. When we left she had not only lots of coins but also over $30 in bills from people who claimed not to have any coins. One gentleman came to the house in the afternoon to drop off coins because he didn't have any at the service. I think that with all the contributions so far she must have about $80+. So thank you to everyone who is making her know she can make a difference.
Sadly, though, I am not a superheroine and mostly I have accomplished the coffee drinking part only.
It was very warm yesterday here, our first day of over-70 degree temperatures. I played basketball in the driveway with The Boy. I played baseball in the backyard with The Boy. I threw a football to The Boy while he bounced on the trampoline. I threw one overhand spiral that earned some admiration points from the Boy...."Mom, perfect spiral and you threw that one HARD!" It just goes to show you that the law of averages will always win out and after 7 million bad passes one of them will accidentally be just right.
Sierra earned some serious admiration at church yesterday with her coin-collecting-to-help-Japan endeavor. I read an announcement during the service about her project, and then she set up a table after church to collect coins. When we left she had not only lots of coins but also over $30 in bills from people who claimed not to have any coins. One gentleman came to the house in the afternoon to drop off coins because he didn't have any at the service. I think that with all the contributions so far she must have about $80+. So thank you to everyone who is making her know she can make a difference.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
There's a Recipe???
After we attempted to make Goo yesterday with Elmer's Glue and Tide, and after the attempt was somewhat unsuccessful (I will spare you the photos), the Boy said "Maybe on the handout they gave us it tells what kind of laundry detergent you are supposed to use."
The Hand Out. Hmmm.
The Boy got the Hand Out from his book bag. We weren't supposed to use School Glue but some other kind of white Elmer's glue that is specifically NOT school glue (?) and we were supposed to use Borox, not regular detergent. And the proportions were clearly spelled out. And some water was supposed to be included. Since we had neither the right kind of glue, nor any Borox, we did not continue the Goo Making Project. (The hand out called it Slime but I'm attached to calling it Goo by now.)
So instead we made pancakes. Because there isn't enough rhubarb to harvest yet for the Pie Head Congressional Dessert Caucus Meeting coming up. And it's raining. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb?
The Hand Out. Hmmm.
The Boy got the Hand Out from his book bag. We weren't supposed to use School Glue but some other kind of white Elmer's glue that is specifically NOT school glue (?) and we were supposed to use Borox, not regular detergent. And the proportions were clearly spelled out. And some water was supposed to be included. Since we had neither the right kind of glue, nor any Borox, we did not continue the Goo Making Project. (The hand out called it Slime but I'm attached to calling it Goo by now.)
So instead we made pancakes. Because there isn't enough rhubarb to harvest yet for the Pie Head Congressional Dessert Caucus Meeting coming up. And it's raining. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb?
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Green Goo
Jeremiah's class had a field trip yesterday to Heartland Community College. This is the year no one was going to get to take field trips due to funding cuts, yet this is his second field trip so far. Go figure. On the way home Sierra got mad when she realized he's had two just this year and she has had zero in her three years at Oakdale. She suddenly felt much happier when he offered to let her play with the Goo they made in the chemistry lab on the field trip.
Apparently you can make this stuff with glue, laundry detergent and food coloring. Apparently the kids and I are going to do that right now. If I don't blog tomorrow you'll know I am caught inside a big tub of Goo.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Everything's Coming Up Rhubarb
No roses in my garden, but this sign of spring is sure to make Ted Tingley smile:
and last but not least, the lilacs are still making slow steady progress toward blooming.
I hope this is the year I can harvest enough for a pie from my own garden. I hope Dad will be here when that happens, too!
Other signs of spring in my backyard this year include the kids playing my favorite sport...
and last but not least, the lilacs are still making slow steady progress toward blooming.
Happy April, y'all! And Go Cubs!
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