I was reading a column in the Friday, November 30, 2012 Chicago Tribune by Harriette Cole. I'm sending you here because I can't find a link to the story on the Tribune for some reason. This link doesn't give you the entire story because you need a subscription.
Harriette Cole writes an advice column titled, Ask Harriette. You write and ask her for advice on your problem or situation.
This particular column was titled, "Vegetarian Fears Family at Holiday." Obviously, being a vegetarian and having to deal with questions from the family (friends and complete strangers) about my choice, I knew I had to read it.
The person writes that they have been a vegetarian for 5 months and they haven't told the family yet. This person's family consists of big meat eaters. He/she is afraid of "the backlash" from family members.
I can related to this person. I've been a vegetarian since May. I've tried to keep it to myself so I don't bother others and have them make a special meal just for me. It's my choice. When people find out, I get attacked with questions.
How long have you been a vegetarian?
Why are you a vegetarian?
When are you going to eat meat again?
Is this for health reasons or a special diet that you are on?
Then comes the advice.
You aren't getting any protein.
Meat will provide you with all of the protein your body needs.
You need meat to survive.
You can just eat a little meat every once in awhile.
I just let them go on and on. I don't want to be rude.
I don't understand why I have to defend my choice. If I was going to eat fast food for the rest of my life, then you can try to talk some sense into me. Bring it up when you see me. But, eating fruits and vegetables? I'm making healthy decisions about what I put into my body. I see nothing wrong with that.
My answer is: I don't see a reason to defend your decision on becoming a vegetarian. You can tell friends and family that you are a vegetarian and why, but it doesn't need to go further. If you choose not to tell them, that is your decision. You shouldn't feel forced to tell anyone. At gatherings, there is usually a vegetable and/or salad that is served. If anyone asks? You are trying to eat light. Or, you are not that hungry.
Enjoy your time with family and friends.
Good Luck!
Friday, November 30, 2012
The Great Escape Artist
Pippen has been at it again.
RT took Newton to the bus earlier this week. Pippen was in the yard crying. It's difficult to take both dogs at the same time. Pippen did go on a jog with RT earlier that morning, so it was Newton's turn.
RT said he was at the bus stop and could hear Pippen's barks and cries. All of a sudden it got quiet. He looked toward our house and saw Pippen running to the bus stop. (in the middle of the street) Pippen doesn't understand that he can get hit by a car if he's in the street. He's still a puppy. He likes to be included in everything and probably thought he was forgotten.
RT fixed that part of the fence when he got home so there wouldn't be another esccape.
Yesterday I decided to take Newton to the bus stop. Pippen was put outside on the side of our house. Newton and I walked out quietly. I didn't think Pippen could hear or see us.
All of a sudden he starts barking. I thought he would give up. I thought of giving RT a call at home and telling him to bring Pippen inside.
I make it to the bus stop and start joking with one of the parents that hopefully it won't be like the other day when RT was here and Pippen came out running. Just after I said that, I noticed it was quiet. I look down the street and see Pippen galloping down the street and the school bus just turning the corner. He's fast so he was in no danger of getting hit by the bus. (I think he might have some greyhound in him)
He was so excited to see me. I put the leash on him. Newton got to walk home like a free dog.
Pippen used his paw on the chicken wire that RT had put on the open spot on the fence and pushed it down. The board on the fence (it's an old fence) slides back and forth and he was able to squeeze through.
Nick came home and volunteered to fix the fence. He came up with a plan and, well, let's hope it keeps little Houdini from escaping.
RT took Newton to the bus earlier this week. Pippen was in the yard crying. It's difficult to take both dogs at the same time. Pippen did go on a jog with RT earlier that morning, so it was Newton's turn.
RT said he was at the bus stop and could hear Pippen's barks and cries. All of a sudden it got quiet. He looked toward our house and saw Pippen running to the bus stop. (in the middle of the street) Pippen doesn't understand that he can get hit by a car if he's in the street. He's still a puppy. He likes to be included in everything and probably thought he was forgotten.
RT fixed that part of the fence when he got home so there wouldn't be another esccape.
Yesterday I decided to take Newton to the bus stop. Pippen was put outside on the side of our house. Newton and I walked out quietly. I didn't think Pippen could hear or see us.
All of a sudden he starts barking. I thought he would give up. I thought of giving RT a call at home and telling him to bring Pippen inside.
I make it to the bus stop and start joking with one of the parents that hopefully it won't be like the other day when RT was here and Pippen came out running. Just after I said that, I noticed it was quiet. I look down the street and see Pippen galloping down the street and the school bus just turning the corner. He's fast so he was in no danger of getting hit by the bus. (I think he might have some greyhound in him)
He was so excited to see me. I put the leash on him. Newton got to walk home like a free dog.
Pippen used his paw on the chicken wire that RT had put on the open spot on the fence and pushed it down. The board on the fence (it's an old fence) slides back and forth and he was able to squeeze through.
Nick came home and volunteered to fix the fence. He came up with a plan and, well, let's hope it keeps little Houdini from escaping.
Seeing triple?
RT and I went out for lunch today. He had a gift card to Macaroni Grill from the soccer team he coached.
We weren't sure if the restaurant was still open. The parking lot had about 5 cars in the lot (it was almost noon). RT figured all the cars were staff.
We walked in and there were two people seated. (a good sign, I think?)
The host approached us and asked, "Table for three?"
I turned around to see if someone walked in behind us (hard to believe since no cars were entering the lot when we walked in). I looked around the restaurant thinking RT had a surprise lunch guest. No.
We sat down at our table and had a good laugh.
We weren't sure if the restaurant was still open. The parking lot had about 5 cars in the lot (it was almost noon). RT figured all the cars were staff.
We walked in and there were two people seated. (a good sign, I think?)
The host approached us and asked, "Table for three?"
I turned around to see if someone walked in behind us (hard to believe since no cars were entering the lot when we walked in). I looked around the restaurant thinking RT had a surprise lunch guest. No.
We sat down at our table and had a good laugh.
Grateful. Thankful. Gracious. Appreciative.
I still keep a notebook by my bed where I write down 5 things I'm thankful. Some call it a gratitude journal. I have been doing this for a couple years now.
Sometimes it's hard to come up with 5 things. You know those bad days that happen where nothing goes right? Tough to find the good in those days. I still write about something.
At dinner, before we eat, everyone says one thing that they are thankful for (something that happened that day or is going to happen soon). It makes you stop and think about your day and remember all the good, and sometime the not so good, that happened. Hopefully giving you a more positive outlook on your day (or life).
Recently I have been asking Bella what 5 things she is thankful for before she goes to sleep. I think it's a great way for her to reflect on her day in a positive way. It is also a good way for her to thank God for what he has given her.
Sometimes it's hard to come up with 5 things. You know those bad days that happen where nothing goes right? Tough to find the good in those days. I still write about something.
At dinner, before we eat, everyone says one thing that they are thankful for (something that happened that day or is going to happen soon). It makes you stop and think about your day and remember all the good, and sometime the not so good, that happened. Hopefully giving you a more positive outlook on your day (or life).
Recently I have been asking Bella what 5 things she is thankful for before she goes to sleep. I think it's a great way for her to reflect on her day in a positive way. It is also a good way for her to thank God for what he has given her.
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Where's the soap?
Yes. It happened again.
I didn't take a picture this time but I linked to my last post.
Alex had a basketball game (did I mention that he made his 7th grade team???)
Well, he came home (he has to dress up for home games - nice slacks, button down collared shirt and tie) after the game all dressed up. RT asked if he took a shower.
Alex: No.
RT: Go take a shower.
Alex: But there isn't any soap in the bathroom and there hasn't been any for a long time!
Me: Why didn't you say something? And what have you been using to wash yourself?
RT: I don't think you want to know the answer to that question.
Needless to say, I made a quick run out to the store to purchase soap.
Let's hope it gets used.
I didn't take a picture this time but I linked to my last post.
Alex had a basketball game (did I mention that he made his 7th grade team???)
Well, he came home (he has to dress up for home games - nice slacks, button down collared shirt and tie) after the game all dressed up. RT asked if he took a shower.
Alex: No.
RT: Go take a shower.
Alex: But there isn't any soap in the bathroom and there hasn't been any for a long time!
Me: Why didn't you say something? And what have you been using to wash yourself?
RT: I don't think you want to know the answer to that question.
Needless to say, I made a quick run out to the store to purchase soap.
Let's hope it gets used.
Christmas Cards
We got our second Christmas card of the season.
It's always an exciting part of my day during this time of year. Getting the mail and realizing there are some Christmas cards. It's fun to see who they are from, and, if you haven't seen these people, what they have been up to in the last year.
Today's card didn't have a return address on it. That makes it even more exciting. Who could it be?
I couldn't wait any longer.
I had to find out.
So, I opened it.
Looking over the card and the names, I realize, I don't even know these people! Who are they and how do they know me or my family?
I double checked the envelope (maybe I opened someone else's card by mistake).
Nope. It has our last name on it.
I asked RT. He had no clue.
I looked up their name in the kids' school address books. They have a son who is Alex's age.
So, when Alex got home, I asked him if he knew this boy. He said, why are you asking? I said we got a Christmas card from (the boy) and his family, do you know him? Alex said yes. The boy was on his team at school (1 of 150 kids) last year and he talked ALOT. I asked if he sees him this year (or is friends with him). He said, no, not really.
So, there you have it.
Either these people are reaching out to all Kennedy students and their families to be their friends, or they are just randomly sending out cards to people they don't know just to try and make them crazier than they already are this holiday season.
I think we all know the affect it had on me.
It's always an exciting part of my day during this time of year. Getting the mail and realizing there are some Christmas cards. It's fun to see who they are from, and, if you haven't seen these people, what they have been up to in the last year.
Today's card didn't have a return address on it. That makes it even more exciting. Who could it be?
I couldn't wait any longer.
I had to find out.
So, I opened it.
Looking over the card and the names, I realize, I don't even know these people! Who are they and how do they know me or my family?
I double checked the envelope (maybe I opened someone else's card by mistake).
Nope. It has our last name on it.
I asked RT. He had no clue.
I looked up their name in the kids' school address books. They have a son who is Alex's age.
So, when Alex got home, I asked him if he knew this boy. He said, why are you asking? I said we got a Christmas card from (the boy) and his family, do you know him? Alex said yes. The boy was on his team at school (1 of 150 kids) last year and he talked ALOT. I asked if he sees him this year (or is friends with him). He said, no, not really.
So, there you have it.
Either these people are reaching out to all Kennedy students and their families to be their friends, or they are just randomly sending out cards to people they don't know just to try and make them crazier than they already are this holiday season.
I think we all know the affect it had on me.
National Museum of Mexican Art
Once again, inspired by a story written on art-city.org, I took a drive to Chicago to visit the National Museum of Mexican Art.
We stopped and looked at some of the street art on 16th Street.
It happened to be a beautiful day.
The Museum is set within a neighborhood surrounded by a park.
I found the art inside fascinating.
I was most impressed by their permanent collection. It's fascinating to see what artists create. I imagine the artist pouring their heart, soul and mind into their work.
You can see Bella in the reflection.
My favorite piece was this tile mosaic
Walking through the exhibit about Dia de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) I found another mosaic piece. This one was using colorful tiles. The tiles seem to float off the artwork
In the Dia de los Muertos exhibit, I learned the reason for all of the skulls in Mexican artwork. If you know me, I'm not a huge skull fan. Mexicans do not fear death. They believe that it's just another part of your life. That you still continue (not in body form). Educating, but, I'm still not a fan of skulls.
Before we left, the final display we saw was the Community Alter.
I found the National Museum of Mexican Art very interesting. A great way to spend a Sunday afternoon, learning about and enjoying Mexican Art.
We stopped and looked at some of the street art on 16th Street.
It happened to be a beautiful day.
The Museum is set within a neighborhood surrounded by a park.
I found the art inside fascinating.
I was most impressed by their permanent collection. It's fascinating to see what artists create. I imagine the artist pouring their heart, soul and mind into their work.
You can see Bella in the reflection.
My favorite piece was this tile mosaic
It looks like beautifully decorated Mexican tiles
You know me and my mosaics
I wonder how the artist decided what to paint on each tile and how to put them all together
When I got closer, I realized that these tiles weren't painted
A little closer and I realize that they are tiny beads that were placed together to form pictures within each individual tile. The colors used are so bright and vibrant. I can't imagine all of the time (and patience) it took the artist to complete their vision for this piece. It inspired me to rush home and create my own beaded artwork. I haven't yet. I need some time (and lots and lots of patience).
Just beautiful!
and collect at the bottom in a colorful display
Before we left, the final display we saw was the Community Alter.
If you see picture below, you are to write the name of a departed loved one on a piece of colored paper in remembrance of him/her
(Bella and I participated)
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
I need a job I'm outta work
Remember that song?
I have been looking for a part time job. Something to do while the kids are at school (and for money).
I filled out an application. The first one in 22 years - yikes! I was a little nervous. Broke out into a sweat, had to take some deep breaths to clear my head.
I made it through and went to turn it in at the desk. I picked this place to apply because they had a big "Now Hiring" sign outside the store. The sign has been there for about a month. I was told to wait to speak to the manager.
The manager was helping a customer, so, I waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally he had a moment to talk to me to go over my application. I'm not sure what he thought. I ran a business for 4 years. Worked for RT for a year. Then, nothing. Well, raising children, which is a lot, but, doesn't count on your resume. Then another job I was at for 7 years. (I didn't go back all the way to my first job. I figure 22 years is more than enough time, don't you think?
The manager came over and we talked. I think he was trying to scare me off with what I would be doing. I wanted to say, "Honey, I've done stuff in my lifetime that I didn't think I would ever do." Stay at home with kids, there's a lot of things you come in contact with (and not by choice). Dirty diaper changes, sick clean up, potty training, dogs, cats, house cleaning. That's just scratching the surface. And you're telling me that I will be putting things on shelves?
The manager then tells me that they have done their Christmas hiring and that they will keep my information on file. Then he goes on to say that I might get a call in a couple of weeks. I might not because they might by really busy.
Yes, I was confused too.
I wanted to say, Why do you have a sign out front telling people that your store is now hiring? If you do not have any more positions, wouldn't you take the sign down?
Maybe they didn't want a responsible (mom) with experience to work there?
Maybe this was a way to break the news gently to me that they wouldn't be hiring me.
I have been looking for a part time job. Something to do while the kids are at school (and for money).
I filled out an application. The first one in 22 years - yikes! I was a little nervous. Broke out into a sweat, had to take some deep breaths to clear my head.
I made it through and went to turn it in at the desk. I picked this place to apply because they had a big "Now Hiring" sign outside the store. The sign has been there for about a month. I was told to wait to speak to the manager.
The manager was helping a customer, so, I waited. And waited. And waited.
Finally he had a moment to talk to me to go over my application. I'm not sure what he thought. I ran a business for 4 years. Worked for RT for a year. Then, nothing. Well, raising children, which is a lot, but, doesn't count on your resume. Then another job I was at for 7 years. (I didn't go back all the way to my first job. I figure 22 years is more than enough time, don't you think?
The manager came over and we talked. I think he was trying to scare me off with what I would be doing. I wanted to say, "Honey, I've done stuff in my lifetime that I didn't think I would ever do." Stay at home with kids, there's a lot of things you come in contact with (and not by choice). Dirty diaper changes, sick clean up, potty training, dogs, cats, house cleaning. That's just scratching the surface. And you're telling me that I will be putting things on shelves?
The manager then tells me that they have done their Christmas hiring and that they will keep my information on file. Then he goes on to say that I might get a call in a couple of weeks. I might not because they might by really busy.
Yes, I was confused too.
I wanted to say, Why do you have a sign out front telling people that your store is now hiring? If you do not have any more positions, wouldn't you take the sign down?
Maybe they didn't want a responsible (mom) with experience to work there?
Maybe this was a way to break the news gently to me that they wouldn't be hiring me.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
What I learn from the radio
I love music. I try to have some music on whenever I can...difficult on days that I am going from room to room. I'm pretty open to all music.
Two of my children like listening to pop music (Chicago stations B96 and KISS-FM). Since I'm mainly driving them around, that is what's playing in the van.
I thought I would compile a list of things that I have learned from these songs. These are pieces of the song lyrics (I did not write them).
Let's get started.
I have learned that:
*I'm wide awake
*As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
*Someone told me you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend
*Party rock is in the house tonight, everybody just have a good time
*I've got the moves like Jagger
*We're going to party like it's 3012 tonight
*Starships were meant to fly (and I should "stand up and touch the sky)
*To understand the future we must go back in time
*Let's make the most of tonight like we're gonna die young
*Don't wake me up
*I'll trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss
And, the most important thing I have learned from listening to the radio?
We are never, ever, ever....getting back together.
Have any to add?
Two of my children like listening to pop music (Chicago stations B96 and KISS-FM). Since I'm mainly driving them around, that is what's playing in the van.
I thought I would compile a list of things that I have learned from these songs. These are pieces of the song lyrics (I did not write them).
Let's get started.
I have learned that:
*I'm wide awake
*As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke
*Someone told me you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend
*Party rock is in the house tonight, everybody just have a good time
*I've got the moves like Jagger
*We're going to party like it's 3012 tonight
*Starships were meant to fly (and I should "stand up and touch the sky)
*To understand the future we must go back in time
*Let's make the most of tonight like we're gonna die young
*Don't wake me up
*I'll trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss
And, the most important thing I have learned from listening to the radio?
We are never, ever, ever....getting back together.
Have any to add?
A New Look
While I was resizing pictures I decided to give the blog a little update. I got tired of the old design. Thought I would clean it up a little and just keep it simple.
Let me know what you think.
Let me know what you think.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Photos and Blogger
Apparently I have reached my maximum for photos on Blogger. I have been trying to figure out what to do. I have thought about changing to a different host site. I would then have to spend my time moving everything over.
I realize that my pictures are a little large in size and have been in the process of resizing them (thus the lack of posts from me). I think if I can resize the pictures, that will give me a little more room to breathe and I can continue to write and post pictures.
Both options require some work. I realize that I would have to do this anyway if I move to another platform. So, for now, it's resizing time.
That's the plan for now. I am hoping to have a much more interesting post soon.
I realize that my pictures are a little large in size and have been in the process of resizing them (thus the lack of posts from me). I think if I can resize the pictures, that will give me a little more room to breathe and I can continue to write and post pictures.
Both options require some work. I realize that I would have to do this anyway if I move to another platform. So, for now, it's resizing time.
That's the plan for now. I am hoping to have a much more interesting post soon.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving
We had thanksgiving dinner here. RT made the meal. Yes, if it was up to me, it would be a vegetarian meal. I could just do what Charlie Brown did and make toast and popcorn.
Charlie Brown: I can't cook a Thanksgiving dinner. All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast.
Linus van Pelt: That's right. I've seen you make toast. You can't butter it, but maybe we can help you.
I made the salad, stuffing, gravy and pumpkin pie. I had help setting the table. I am having a problem posting the picture with blogger. Bella set the table for me. She even had an extra setting for a "guest." She made place cards for everyone so you knew where to sit at dinner. Very cute.
I had to run out this morning to buy a turkey baster. I realized that RT used the last one for a nasty project and he said "you might want to pick one up before Thanksgiving." So, instead of doing it right away, I decided to forget about it until Thanksgiving Day when he needed it. Luckily the grocery store sells them. Unfortunately, this one didn't last long. It melted as RT did the first basting. (I have a picture of that, but, blogger isn't letting me put up any more pictures.)
Hope you and your family had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Linus van Pelt: In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice."
Patricia 'Peppermint Patty' Reichardt: Amen.
Charlie Brown: I can't cook a Thanksgiving dinner. All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast.
Linus van Pelt: That's right. I've seen you make toast. You can't butter it, but maybe we can help you.
I made the salad, stuffing, gravy and pumpkin pie. I had help setting the table. I am having a problem posting the picture with blogger. Bella set the table for me. She even had an extra setting for a "guest." She made place cards for everyone so you knew where to sit at dinner. Very cute.
I had to run out this morning to buy a turkey baster. I realized that RT used the last one for a nasty project and he said "you might want to pick one up before Thanksgiving." So, instead of doing it right away, I decided to forget about it until Thanksgiving Day when he needed it. Luckily the grocery store sells them. Unfortunately, this one didn't last long. It melted as RT did the first basting. (I have a picture of that, but, blogger isn't letting me put up any more pictures.)
Hope you and your family had a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Linus van Pelt: In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice."
Patricia 'Peppermint Patty' Reichardt: Amen.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Street Art in Chicago
I was inspired by the street art and city art scene articles under Art-city.org. I enjoyed reading about art in various city's. I decided to go out and explore some art in Chicago.
We took a drive along 16th Street in Chicago, in the Pilsen neighborhood looking at some street art.
There are some beautiful murals painted on the concrete walls by the railroad tracks.
It was great taking the time to see these murals. I love the use of color. I love that there is art to look at as you drive by (where you least expect it).
The kids enjoyed seeing the murals, too.
Even after this art tour, the rule is still painting/writing/drawing on paper only in our house.
We took a drive along 16th Street in Chicago, in the Pilsen neighborhood looking at some street art.
a rat
half of a rat
There are some beautiful murals painted on the concrete walls by the railroad tracks.
Artists have used these walls to express themselves.
What a beautiful canvas to use to express yourself and to display your artwork for all to see.
owl eyes
A great way to share your talent with the world
These artists have expressed themselves in their paintings.
These paintings add beauty to the neighborhood.
an artist painting his mural
Inspiration.
Imagination.
Creativity.
Vision.
Enthusiasam.
Talent.
It was great taking the time to see these murals. I love the use of color. I love that there is art to look at as you drive by (where you least expect it).
The kids enjoyed seeing the murals, too.
Even after this art tour, the rule is still painting/writing/drawing on paper only in our house.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Naperville Humane Society
Another Daisy Field trip. The girls love animals, remember?
This trip was to visit the Humane Society.
We had a nice friendly tour. The girls learned about how some of the animals come to live there and how the workers take care of them. The volunteers make sure that all of the dogs and cats find a good home with people to love and take care of them.
We had a little informational/question answer time before we saw the dogs and cats. Of course, when you have kids around, funny things are said. One girl starts telling everyone that she is severely allergic to dogs and cats and that she has to get breathing treatments. (she is allergic to dogs, not sure about the cats, and her parents knew where we were going so I'm sure it was ok) She was fine on our tour. Another girl said, "I saw a dog and it had diarrhea right away."
Here we are in the lobby. We took this at the end of our tour. Bella at this point decided she did not want to be in the picture.
Another great field trip and they got a patch for their uniform!
This trip was to visit the Humane Society.
We had a nice friendly tour. The girls learned about how some of the animals come to live there and how the workers take care of them. The volunteers make sure that all of the dogs and cats find a good home with people to love and take care of them.
Here we are in the lobby. We took this at the end of our tour. Bella at this point decided she did not want to be in the picture.
Here's a kitten we got to pet. So cute.
And here is a cage with 4 little black lab puppies.
They were so cute!
Hard to get a picture because they kept moving
I don't think RT would be happy if I brought home another puppy.
Another great field trip and they got a patch for their uniform!
Friday, November 16, 2012
Batteries
Small devices that provide power so an electronic item will work.
Not all things need batteries.
Books = no batteries
Remote controls and wireless XBox controllers = batteries
The rechargeable batteries are great. Put your batteries into the charger and plug in for a couple of hours. It's great if you have some batteries stored that are charged so they are ready to use when you really need them.
In a perfect world (or any place other than our house) this works.
Over the years I have tried to be organized with our batteries. I use rechargeable batteries. I don't see the point buying more and more batteries and filling up a landfill when you can just charge the ones that you have on hand. (I do recycle my old batteries at our town's electronic recycling program)
I have a container known as the "battery basket" that holds batteries, a tester and chargers (we have more than one). I put charged batteries into a bag conveniently titled "Charged batteries." I know, I really know how to creatively label something. It's a gift.
With such an organized system, things should run smoothly, right?
WRONG!
I find batteries EVERYWHERE!
Laying on the table, the kitchen counter, the family room floor, the floor of the kid's bedrooms. When asked, the kids tell me they don't know if the batteries work. I'm not sure why you would throw batteries on the floor of your room if they worked.
No one ever knows if the batteries on the table by the XBox controllers work. Yes, someone took the batteries out and placed them there and is still playing XBox with a controller that works. Did the batteries just appear there?
Maybe there is a battery fairy that drops batteries off at people's houses?
Does this happen at your house?
Getting back to my nicely organized battery basket. When I find all of these "miscellaneous" batteries laying around, I gather them up and bring them back to the battery basket. What I find when I approach the battery basket is quite frightening. It's like a tornado whipped through our house and the only destruction we had was the contents of the battery basket is strewn across the office floor.
Tighter security is going to have to surround the battery basket. I can no longer leave the battery basket where it can be robbed by battery thieves. (I should set up security cameras)
I think the batteries are going to have to be checked out just like library books. Return your used batteries and receive newly charged ones.
And, finally...I'm going to set a trap for the battery fairy.
Not all things need batteries.
Books = no batteries
Remote controls and wireless XBox controllers = batteries
The rechargeable batteries are great. Put your batteries into the charger and plug in for a couple of hours. It's great if you have some batteries stored that are charged so they are ready to use when you really need them.
In a perfect world (or any place other than our house) this works.
Over the years I have tried to be organized with our batteries. I use rechargeable batteries. I don't see the point buying more and more batteries and filling up a landfill when you can just charge the ones that you have on hand. (I do recycle my old batteries at our town's electronic recycling program)
I have a container known as the "battery basket" that holds batteries, a tester and chargers (we have more than one). I put charged batteries into a bag conveniently titled "Charged batteries." I know, I really know how to creatively label something. It's a gift.
With such an organized system, things should run smoothly, right?
WRONG!
I find batteries EVERYWHERE!
Laying on the table, the kitchen counter, the family room floor, the floor of the kid's bedrooms. When asked, the kids tell me they don't know if the batteries work. I'm not sure why you would throw batteries on the floor of your room if they worked.
No one ever knows if the batteries on the table by the XBox controllers work. Yes, someone took the batteries out and placed them there and is still playing XBox with a controller that works. Did the batteries just appear there?
Maybe there is a battery fairy that drops batteries off at people's houses?
Does this happen at your house?
Getting back to my nicely organized battery basket. When I find all of these "miscellaneous" batteries laying around, I gather them up and bring them back to the battery basket. What I find when I approach the battery basket is quite frightening. It's like a tornado whipped through our house and the only destruction we had was the contents of the battery basket is strewn across the office floor.
Tighter security is going to have to surround the battery basket. I can no longer leave the battery basket where it can be robbed by battery thieves. (I should set up security cameras)
I think the batteries are going to have to be checked out just like library books. Return your used batteries and receive newly charged ones.
And, finally...I'm going to set a trap for the battery fairy.
My twist on the Smash book
I think the smash book is such a cool idea. It's like a little life scrap book. A place to keep your little daily keepsakes, smashed into a book.
This is something that I wanted to try. Instead of throwing stuff in a box, why not have it accessible in book form. Something that you could bring out to look at, and, possibly share with others.
I took alot of my ideas from here. I love what Melissa does on her books. She has such great ideas. She makes some great travel books. I thought I would use these ideas and try and make them into my very own smash book.
And, why not make my own book. I can make it as colorful (or glittery) as I want and no one else will have the exact same book!
Ok, enough talk, let's get to work!
What you need:
Cardboard
pretty paper
glue stick
Cutter (if needed)
Scissors
Crop-a-dile (to punch holes in your cardboard)
Binder rings
Imagination
Start with your cardboard. This is a little too long. It is bent in certain spots. I wanted the larger area (they are the same size) so I had to cut the smaller pieces out using a box cutter.
This is something that I wanted to try. Instead of throwing stuff in a box, why not have it accessible in book form. Something that you could bring out to look at, and, possibly share with others.
I took alot of my ideas from here. I love what Melissa does on her books. She has such great ideas. She makes some great travel books. I thought I would use these ideas and try and make them into my very own smash book.
And, why not make my own book. I can make it as colorful (or glittery) as I want and no one else will have the exact same book!
Ok, enough talk, let's get to work!
What you need:
Cardboard
pretty paper
glue stick
Cutter (if needed)
Scissors
Crop-a-dile (to punch holes in your cardboard)
Binder rings
Imagination
Start with your cardboard. This is a little too long. It is bent in certain spots. I wanted the larger area (they are the same size) so I had to cut the smaller pieces out using a box cutter.
not sure why I can't get this picture to turn the right way.
You'll just have to turn your head a bit to see what I mean
again, just go with it.
Blogger is testing me
so are my picture uploads because this is not how they were taken
Once you have your cut outs, the fun begins!
Pick out your fancy paper. Decide which will be for the front and the back. Make sure that you put them the correct way. We don't want upside down flowers.
The left is the outside front of my book, the flowers are the back of my book
This is the inside.
The gold is the front of the book.
This is fun, isn't it?
ok, now to make some holes and put your binder rings in. Don't make the mistake I did (not shown) and put your rings to far in to your book. You will have a hard time laying the book flat when you open it. I would say go in about half of the ring size and make your hole.
I love this tool (crop-a-dile). Makes holes in anything and everything!
added a little flair to the front
I was going to make this for Bella, but, she didn't want it and said I should make it for myself
I'm glad I did
Although, once she saw mine, she asked when I would make her one. :)
I added a few sparkly bedazzler beads to the front.
Now I can "smash" stuff into it.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
The Most Used Word
I ran a post awhile back about our most used word. If you recall, the word is "what?"
I am pleased to inform you that "what" is still the most used word in our household! Isn't that exciting news?
Coming in close at the number two spot is "Pippen." Probably no surprise there. Pippen is usually excitingly exploring the world around him when he accidentally gets into something that he has been told not to and that is followed by a person saying, "Pippen!" This happens quite frequently here so "Pippen!" is said ALOT!
When I hang with the boy's brother (BB), his favorite word is "no." He's three so he's allowed to have that as a favorite word. I'm sure it's said to him quite a bit. I always ask him what he does at school. He says, "Guess." So, I guess.
Me: Did you play a game?
BB: No
Me: Did you sing?
BB: No
Me: Did you read a story?
BB: No.
Me: Did you take a nap?
BB: No
Me: Did you eat ice cream?
BB: No
Me: Did you bake a cake?
BB: No
Me: Did you eat cookies?
BB: No
Me: Did you watch a movie?
BB: No
When I have guessed everything under the sun, I ask him to tell me what he did that day. He then says that I did not ask him if he played a game. (that's always the first question) So I have to ask that question again and he finally says, "Yes!" At this point, we are back at the sitters house and I don't get to hear any more details of his fun at school.
It was good to see that other people have a favorite word that they use (all of the time).
What's the most used word in your house?
I am pleased to inform you that "what" is still the most used word in our household! Isn't that exciting news?
Coming in close at the number two spot is "Pippen." Probably no surprise there. Pippen is usually excitingly exploring the world around him when he accidentally gets into something that he has been told not to and that is followed by a person saying, "Pippen!" This happens quite frequently here so "Pippen!" is said ALOT!
When I hang with the boy's brother (BB), his favorite word is "no." He's three so he's allowed to have that as a favorite word. I'm sure it's said to him quite a bit. I always ask him what he does at school. He says, "Guess." So, I guess.
Me: Did you play a game?
BB: No
Me: Did you sing?
BB: No
Me: Did you read a story?
BB: No.
Me: Did you take a nap?
BB: No
Me: Did you eat ice cream?
BB: No
Me: Did you bake a cake?
BB: No
Me: Did you eat cookies?
BB: No
Me: Did you watch a movie?
BB: No
When I have guessed everything under the sun, I ask him to tell me what he did that day. He then says that I did not ask him if he played a game. (that's always the first question) So I have to ask that question again and he finally says, "Yes!" At this point, we are back at the sitters house and I don't get to hear any more details of his fun at school.
It was good to see that other people have a favorite word that they use (all of the time).
What's the most used word in your house?
Alex gets a haircut
I know I have another post with this title. I don't know what else to call it.
Maybe, Alex FINALLY gets a haircut?
Alex has been trying to grow his hair out. It's been a long and painful process (for RT and I). Alex has wiry, curly hair that just seems to get bushier and bushier as it grows. He does have beautiful curls. The style was, well, there was no style.
Remember the last time he tried to grow his hair out? He finally caved and let RT cut his hair back in June.
This time is no different. Here, take a look for yourself.
So, how did this whole haircut idea come about, you ask? Alex made his 7th grade basketball team at school. The coaches just gave a speech to the boys about having shorter hair. They would be better players, wouldn't have to worry about their hair. I believe Alex was the only one with the long hair, so, I think the hair talk was geared toward him.
Of course, when RT heard the story, he jumped all over that and volunteered to cut Alex's hair.
I thought there was going to be some sort of transition. I know he needed the cut before his first game on Thursday. I guess I just didn't expect the extreme haircut.
Maybe, Alex FINALLY gets a haircut?
Alex has been trying to grow his hair out. It's been a long and painful process (for RT and I). Alex has wiry, curly hair that just seems to get bushier and bushier as it grows. He does have beautiful curls. The style was, well, there was no style.
Remember the last time he tried to grow his hair out? He finally caved and let RT cut his hair back in June.
This time is no different. Here, take a look for yourself.
Bushy. Curly.
He would fit well in the '70's
Alex took to styling his hair
These are the George Washington styles.
He's trying to look serious
Very presidential, don't you think?
So, how did this whole haircut idea come about, you ask? Alex made his 7th grade basketball team at school. The coaches just gave a speech to the boys about having shorter hair. They would be better players, wouldn't have to worry about their hair. I believe Alex was the only one with the long hair, so, I think the hair talk was geared toward him.
Of course, when RT heard the story, he jumped all over that and volunteered to cut Alex's hair.
I thought there was going to be some sort of transition. I know he needed the cut before his first game on Thursday. I guess I just didn't expect the extreme haircut.
or the extreme mess hair
After
All ready for his first basketball game.
Go Eagles!
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Halloween Candy Cupcakes
I don't know about you, but, we had an excess of halloween candy.
Alex and Bella went trick or treating and brought home a HUGE amount of candy. We didn't hand out all of the candy that I bought, so, we have leftovers.
I have been putting a piece in the kids lunches everyday. RT has been doing his part and eating some of the candy (mostly the chocolate). The kids have been doing their part and trying to eat as much as they can (without me knowing about it). I think Alex might have finished all of his candy. I finally caved and had a few pieces. I held out for almost a week. Not bad. I stopped, though. It's not good for me.
Anyway, I didn't want the candy to linger too long, so, I decided to make cupcakes. Yea, I know, sugar and then add a little more sugar to it and what do you have? Sugar.
Yes, even after that realization, I still made cupcakes with candy inside them.
I took some of the candy bars, cut them in half and put them in the cupcake cups (after I poured in the cupcake batter). I made chocolate cupcakes.
Here is a sample picture:
I didn't get too many pictures of the cupcakes because I was surrounded by the vultures. Yes, that's what I call my kids. They start circling me when I make food and then they attack. All of a sudden, they were flying low and trying to grab at anything.
Alex and Bella went trick or treating and brought home a HUGE amount of candy. We didn't hand out all of the candy that I bought, so, we have leftovers.
I have been putting a piece in the kids lunches everyday. RT has been doing his part and eating some of the candy (mostly the chocolate). The kids have been doing their part and trying to eat as much as they can (without me knowing about it). I think Alex might have finished all of his candy. I finally caved and had a few pieces. I held out for almost a week. Not bad. I stopped, though. It's not good for me.
Anyway, I didn't want the candy to linger too long, so, I decided to make cupcakes. Yea, I know, sugar and then add a little more sugar to it and what do you have? Sugar.
Yes, even after that realization, I still made cupcakes with candy inside them.
I took some of the candy bars, cut them in half and put them in the cupcake cups (after I poured in the cupcake batter). I made chocolate cupcakes.
Here is a sample picture:
Here is a look inside the cupcake
I tried to get a closer look
white frosting placed on a white plate is not working
I think you get the idea
I didn't get too many pictures of the cupcakes because I was surrounded by the vultures. Yes, that's what I call my kids. They start circling me when I make food and then they attack. All of a sudden, they were flying low and trying to grab at anything.
As you can see, they succeeded.
Cats
Wasn't sure how to title this post. I guess that will have to do for now.
I have been driving the boy to school now for over a week. It has been a fun (and learning) experience. I have no problem with the boy (or his brother). They have been wonderful. I do think I might miss it.
I should probably get back to the subject of this post.
I pick the boy up from his sitter's house. Sometimes he is ready and waiting at the door. A few times I had to step inside the house and wait a few minutes for him to get ready to go. It's those few times, entering the house. I don't know how to explain it. I guess I should just come right out and say it. There is this overwhelming cat litter box odor. I had cat's, so I feel I can talk about this subject. (I just hope our house never had that odor!) It's like they just poured the cat litter and the dust is still lingering in the air. It makes you want to gasp for air, but you don't want to do it in the house. You want fresh air. So, you hold your breath until you're outside.
When the boy was in the car the other day, I realized the smell was still around. I think it had attached itself to his coat!
I know I shouldn't worry about it, but, I think about the kids breathing that in all day. I know I wouldn't want to breathe it in all day. And, I definitely wouldn't want my child breathing in cat litter dust all day.
I have been driving the boy to school now for over a week. It has been a fun (and learning) experience. I have no problem with the boy (or his brother). They have been wonderful. I do think I might miss it.
I should probably get back to the subject of this post.
I pick the boy up from his sitter's house. Sometimes he is ready and waiting at the door. A few times I had to step inside the house and wait a few minutes for him to get ready to go. It's those few times, entering the house. I don't know how to explain it. I guess I should just come right out and say it. There is this overwhelming cat litter box odor. I had cat's, so I feel I can talk about this subject. (I just hope our house never had that odor!) It's like they just poured the cat litter and the dust is still lingering in the air. It makes you want to gasp for air, but you don't want to do it in the house. You want fresh air. So, you hold your breath until you're outside.
When the boy was in the car the other day, I realized the smell was still around. I think it had attached itself to his coat!
I know I shouldn't worry about it, but, I think about the kids breathing that in all day. I know I wouldn't want to breathe it in all day. And, I definitely wouldn't want my child breathing in cat litter dust all day.
Bulletin Board Makeover
I have this cork board in the kitchen by my desk. I use it for pictures or notes. For the longest time it has been on the desk, just leaning against the wall. It falls over. Sometimes it's just in the way.
Enter the makeover crew.
One corkboard.
One bottle of paint
One paint brush.
And, a little time.
I picked the dark brown color to match my kitchen cabinets. Yes, I know that turquois is the new "in" color. I didn't feel that turquois would look right. I like that it matches the cabinets. Thanks to RT it is now hanging up......
Enter the makeover crew.
One corkboard.
One bottle of paint
One paint brush.
And, a little time.
I sanded the wood frame. Then taped on the cork side.
And started painting.
I picked the dark brown color to match my kitchen cabinets. Yes, I know that turquois is the new "in" color. I didn't feel that turquois would look right. I like that it matches the cabinets. Thanks to RT it is now hanging up......
and ready to use!
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