- Dear Husband walks in kitchen after changing headlights in the "ol' explorer"
Me: "You are dirty, and greasy."
DH: "Yeah, Pony Boy and I are headed to town to beat up some some soc's."
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Overheard at Casa De Dust
- Dear Husband walks in kitchen after changing headlights in the "ol' explorer"
Me: "You are dirty, and greasy."
DH: "Yeah, Pony Boy and I are headed to town to beat up some some soc's."
The Mystery of the "Ouch My F'ing Knee" solved
I have figured out what is wrong with my knee.
The culprit, my beloved "truwk".
Yes, the "truwk". My "truwk" sits just high enough that my patella runs flush with the running boards. So when I lift Pink Ninja and Dash into the back into the car seats and then lean in to fasten the saftey restraints, my patella is being pushed into my plica.
The solution?
-A small ladder for the children?
-A new Mom that is taller (and I imagine less bitchy, prettier and younger)?
-A step stool?
-Taller children?
-A convertible?
The culprit, my beloved "truwk".
Yes, the "truwk". My "truwk" sits just high enough that my patella runs flush with the running boards. So when I lift Pink Ninja and Dash into the back into the car seats and then lean in to fasten the saftey restraints, my patella is being pushed into my plica.
The solution?
-A small ladder for the children?
-A new Mom that is taller (and I imagine less bitchy, prettier and younger)?
-A step stool?
-Taller children?
-A convertible?
Monday, January 30, 2006
Position of the Week #12
-Your own positive future begin in this moment. All you have is right now. Every goal is possible from here.
But even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there. Take the first step.
Whatever you undertake, do it with full intent to succeed. Cynicism fails itself. Stick to your path, facing difficulties with positive humor.
Concentrate, proceed, and succeed.
-Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching 600BC (A warrior blends with life)
- Pose: Wheel or Urdhva Dhanurasana. This pose is the culmination of the work done in introductory backbending poses, such as Ustrasana (Camel Pose), Urdhva Mukha Svanasana (Upward-Facing Dog), Salabhasana (Locust Pose), Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose), and Dhanurasana (Bow Pose). Urdhva Dhanurasana is also preparation for the more advanced backbends, such as Dwi Pada Viparita Dandasana (Two-Legged Inverted Staff Pose), Kapotasana (Pigeon Pose), Vrschikasana (Scorpion Pose), and others.
Last week I led my first 2 yoga classes ever. It was a frightening prospect for me. I did realize "my practice" was not the problem. Public Speaking was the problem. Yeah me, the talker. About 2 minutes away from class, I had a small anxiety attack, called my Dear Husband and said, "I know why I am freaking out....It is like a demonstrative speech class." He said "yeah". He knew this was the problem. I thought it was my "level of practice". It was not. The talker afraid to talk.
So I meditated briefly before class, and convinced myself, that talking a lot was not necessary. I just need to lead class. I also remembered that the ladies in my class had enough confidence to ask me to fill in for our instructor, so I needed to have the same confidence in my ability.
The classes went well. I want to do this.
But even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there. Take the first step.
Whatever you undertake, do it with full intent to succeed. Cynicism fails itself. Stick to your path, facing difficulties with positive humor.
Concentrate, proceed, and succeed.
-Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching 600BC (A warrior blends with life)
- Pose: Wheel or Urdhva Dhanurasana. This pose is the culmination of the work done in introductory backbending poses, such as Ustrasana (Camel Pose), Urdhva Mukha Svanasana (Upward-Facing Dog), Salabhasana (Locust Pose), Bhujangasana (Cobra Pose), and Dhanurasana (Bow Pose). Urdhva Dhanurasana is also preparation for the more advanced backbends, such as Dwi Pada Viparita Dandasana (Two-Legged Inverted Staff Pose), Kapotasana (Pigeon Pose), Vrschikasana (Scorpion Pose), and others.
Last week I led my first 2 yoga classes ever. It was a frightening prospect for me. I did realize "my practice" was not the problem. Public Speaking was the problem. Yeah me, the talker. About 2 minutes away from class, I had a small anxiety attack, called my Dear Husband and said, "I know why I am freaking out....It is like a demonstrative speech class." He said "yeah". He knew this was the problem. I thought it was my "level of practice". It was not. The talker afraid to talk.
So I meditated briefly before class, and convinced myself, that talking a lot was not necessary. I just need to lead class. I also remembered that the ladies in my class had enough confidence to ask me to fill in for our instructor, so I needed to have the same confidence in my ability.
The classes went well. I want to do this.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Day at the Movies
I think Dear Husband felt as though he needed to return the favor after I tolerated the "Big Buck Classic" yesterday. I made it through the entire day with a smile.
Today I was rewarded with an afternoon away from Casa De Dust. Ahhhhhh......
I decided on the movies.
I chose The New World.
I had heard mixed reviews. Complaints, by some that the Director Malick seemed to have trouble making up his mind between a love story, an adventure movie, or a nature flick. The story of Smith and Pocahontas has been simplified over time. I found Malicks blend of the three satisfying, and beautiful. I also found it refreshing, that he did not turn it into one, or the other. Life just isn't that simple. The portrayal of Jamestown, a precise one and an entire movie on its own.
I also found that the narrative of the story led by the separate characters, and what they were thinking, and not by dialogue to be a wonderful choice. The writing was beautiful.
The movie, was beautiful, romantic, and epic, and only my own stubborn nature kept me from needing a tissue.....
I wanted the story to continue......
Been Ther' Done That
Yesterday we went here.
I saw this.....Pure genius.
I also saw this t-shirt. (I was tempted to buy it, but sadly did not)
I saw this.....Pure genius.
I also saw this t-shirt. (I was tempted to buy it, but sadly did not)
Friday, January 27, 2006
Let the Shopping begin....
Okay, I have a three day event coming up. I will need at least three changes of clothing.
1) Casual Cocktail, I will be assisting hostessing a "hospitality room"
2) Officers Wives tea: I am not assisting with anything this year only attending.
3) Damn Formal: I loathe the idea of squeezing my "curvier" self into evening wear.
So I imagine I best get started looking now.
Seriously.
Look out flourescent lighting and 3 way mirrors....
Here I come.
1) Casual Cocktail, I will be assisting hostessing a "hospitality room"
2) Officers Wives tea: I am not assisting with anything this year only attending.
3) Damn Formal: I loathe the idea of squeezing my "curvier" self into evening wear.
So I imagine I best get started looking now.
Seriously.
Look out flourescent lighting and 3 way mirrors....
Here I come.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
"It has huge, sharp...It can leap about...Look at the bones!"
Compare and Contrast....
So this afternoon, I am multi-tasking. I am "plumping raisins" (for a sour cream and raisin pie), baking a pie crust, washing a load of clothes, marinating chicken in sesame ginger, unloading groceries, and talking on the phone with this guy.
Pink Ninja, had helped unload a portion of the produce, and was great about making sure things went into the "crisper". However amidst all of "our work" she disappeared.
I actually was ok with her departure. Sometimes "the collective", well lets just say they can be a little over enthusiastic. I will add here, that sometimes this Momma just needs a break from the enthusiasm.
So after about 5 minutes, I note the eerie peace that has fallen over the house. I can only hear the humming of the wash machine, and my conversation. It is too quiet.
I hear giggling, and crunching, and follow the sound to Dash's closed bedroom door.
I open the door, to find Pink Ninja and Dash hunkered down in the far corner of the room, gnawing on an entire bunch of celery like it is an ear of corn. Pink Ninja holding one end of the bunch, and Dash holding the other end. I can hear crunching, and giggling. The greenness of celery being disturbed by large inconsistent bite marks. The celery looks like starved rats have happened upon it. The only surviving part of the celery being the heart, and a few leaves.
Me: "you guys are like rats"
T1G: laughing
The Collective: giggling
I seriously closed the door, and let them finish what was left. I wasn't about to use the remaining 1/3 cup. Ick.
In 5 minutes my children consumed an entire bunch of celery, and it was a big bunch too. My original intention for the celery foiled.
So I continued my conversation, even though we were laughing our asses off that "anyone", would steal celery, hide in a corner in a room and eat it like rats.
Weirdos.
So this afternoon, I am multi-tasking. I am "plumping raisins" (for a sour cream and raisin pie), baking a pie crust, washing a load of clothes, marinating chicken in sesame ginger, unloading groceries, and talking on the phone with this guy.
Pink Ninja, had helped unload a portion of the produce, and was great about making sure things went into the "crisper". However amidst all of "our work" she disappeared.
I actually was ok with her departure. Sometimes "the collective", well lets just say they can be a little over enthusiastic. I will add here, that sometimes this Momma just needs a break from the enthusiasm.
So after about 5 minutes, I note the eerie peace that has fallen over the house. I can only hear the humming of the wash machine, and my conversation. It is too quiet.
I hear giggling, and crunching, and follow the sound to Dash's closed bedroom door.
I open the door, to find Pink Ninja and Dash hunkered down in the far corner of the room, gnawing on an entire bunch of celery like it is an ear of corn. Pink Ninja holding one end of the bunch, and Dash holding the other end. I can hear crunching, and giggling. The greenness of celery being disturbed by large inconsistent bite marks. The celery looks like starved rats have happened upon it. The only surviving part of the celery being the heart, and a few leaves.
Me: "you guys are like rats"
T1G: laughing
The Collective: giggling
I seriously closed the door, and let them finish what was left. I wasn't about to use the remaining 1/3 cup. Ick.
In 5 minutes my children consumed an entire bunch of celery, and it was a big bunch too. My original intention for the celery foiled.
So I continued my conversation, even though we were laughing our asses off that "anyone", would steal celery, hide in a corner in a room and eat it like rats.
Weirdos.
Happy Birthday Mr. Blackfive
I hear it is Mr. Blackfive's birthday. I really need to thank him, for doing so much for our men and women who do our fighting for us. He insists we remember them daily. Read his first post, and you will be reminded of the reason behind the blog.
So for Mr. Blackfive's birthday, I am going to direct you Soldiers Angels. If you cannot make a donation to them, send the link to those on your e-mail list. Someone may be able to help.
-Or go buy one of these snazzy shirts.
*modeled by Pam over at Atlas Shrugs*
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
I sooooooo need this....
So I have the kids loaded in the "truwck", and we are listening to the radio, and I hear THIS, and it has me seriously dancing the entire way to our accountant. If someone can make me dance on the way to the accountant. I need it. So I am putting it on my list of MUST gets.
Her voice, incredible.
I am a bigger wuss than I thought....Or Thank God we are staying put.
Ahhhhhhh I can breathe. Dear Husband has been at current job for too long and needed to "make a move". I will add here that I did not make it easy for him. I am exhausted, and drained from the last few years. I was not, and am not ready to pack up an entire home, get present home ready to "show", and look for a new home, with "the collective". So Dear Husband made huge concessions for me. I realize this. I think he really wanted D.C., and although my visit there was lovely and the city did not frighten this "country mouse". I did leave with "sticker shock". I grew up poor...poor....poor. So I tend to freak about money a lot anyway, and D.C. is not a city for the financially faint at heart. There were also other cities that were possibilities. However deep in my heart and in my head I seriously was not up for any big move right now. I have been praying on it for months, and really tried to get over myself. However, I was simply not ready to "begin again".
The last 18 month deployment, has altered any sort of sense of time for me. I still feel as though Dear Husband just got back in country some days. Isn't that weird. He will have been home for an entire year in March. It feels like I just met him at the hotel yesterday. I will also admit here, that I am still "tired". He has been home for a year and I am tired from the deployment. That is unlike me.
The good news is Dear Husband has been offered a good position here in town, I think it will be a high visibility position. I am sure it was not his first choice. I am sure my "burn out" made the decision hard for him. So it looks like we will not be moving. We can stay put, and nest for at least a year. We can both work on professional development, and try and figure out what the next step is.
So thank you Dear Husband. I know it was not an easy choice.
The last 18 month deployment, has altered any sort of sense of time for me. I still feel as though Dear Husband just got back in country some days. Isn't that weird. He will have been home for an entire year in March. It feels like I just met him at the hotel yesterday. I will also admit here, that I am still "tired". He has been home for a year and I am tired from the deployment. That is unlike me.
The good news is Dear Husband has been offered a good position here in town, I think it will be a high visibility position. I am sure it was not his first choice. I am sure my "burn out" made the decision hard for him. So it looks like we will not be moving. We can stay put, and nest for at least a year. We can both work on professional development, and try and figure out what the next step is.
So thank you Dear Husband. I know it was not an easy choice.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Passing Through
It seems Jenns Mother has passed, she describes the feeling as one of molasses. I recall the fog, and know how difficult it is to be back home Jenn. However, it is a great time to teach and show your children what Mothers are made of. Prayers for you and yours.
Take your time.
Take your time.
Of Strength and Heroes
I am sitting here enjoying the sunshine coming through the kitchen window, and am reminded of Real Strength and Real Heroes.
Words of prayer and gratitude are in need.
Words of prayer and gratitude are in need.
Monday, January 23, 2006
Royalties should be pouring in.....
Someone by the name of Lauren Child has animated my children, gave them British accents, and is writing books about them, I turn on the T.V. and it is Pink Ninja and Dash. Where is my money?
Update: Photo courtesy of Dear Husband. I had taken at least 10 terrible photos prior to his fantastic photo.
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