Showing posts from March, 2008

No Wonder I Feel Dizzy

I get so overwhelmed sometimes just by the sheer number and weight of the things I think about all day long. My head is a crowded place. Here are some of its occupants: --------------------- 1. Is our culture really sustainable, or are we going the way of the Roman Empire? How can a society that is chock full of strip malls, Girls Gone Wild videos, chain food stores, and hydrogenated oils really last? 2. What is Oppostional Defiance Disorder, and does one of my children have it? 3. How am I going to get my kids to be better eaters and how am I going to cook locally grown, organic food that everyone in my family will eat and that will minimize the carbon footprint of my household without breaking the bank? How can I get Michael Pollan to be my personal eating and cooking coach without paying him anything? 4. Who is going to do all of this freakin' laundry? 5. How do I get my refrigerator to stop leaking? Actually, this one is more like this: Will my refrigerator st

I'm Trying, Ringo

I did indeed hit 4:15 with a bang today. Tanked. Crashed. Burned. Spiraled out of the sky in spectacular fashion. So I made myself a pot of coffee (will I regret this later?), and then it came to me. The following movie quote: "I'm tryin, Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepard." Anyone know where that one comes from? It's a classic...and for today, it's the winner that will get me through to bedtime.

Musings of a 9 Year Old

I found a paper of Samuel's this morning; I thought it was a writing assignment from school, so I started to read it to figure out what it was. It was just lying on our dining room table, understand, so I didn't go looking for his private thoughts; but I found them anyway. It was a gift: a gift to get a little glimpse into Samuel's head and see the things that ping around in there. I'd like to share that gift with you, so here are the musings of a 9 year old: "Why do I think it rains so often? I think the reason it rains so often is because God wants the plants to stay healthy. I also think it is because he wants to give us some indoor time together for example: playing family games together, and drinking hot chocolate. That's why I think it rains so often. I don't really like being the oldest. Sometimes everything is expected of me. Sometimes they are not expected fairly. I would like God to help me with that. Why do you think Gloucester is mea

Family Math

4 = 0 “You never take us to get anything to eat!” Oh really? So let’s see, today is Tuesday and I took you to get cookies last Friday. So 4 days is equivalent to never. I see. 3 = 17 “I think that was three.” Actually, Lola, that was the 17th time I have swung you from one side of the sliding roller-ball, handle-bar thing to the other. 2 + 2 = 2 “You said we could have 2!” Yes, I did. You already had 2 cookies. Just because an hour has passed does not mean that the laws of mathematics still do not apply; even though you would like two more cookies, 2 + 2 still equals 4. 55 ÷ 7 = 12 If you have 55 homemade cookies and there are seven people in your family, those cookies will last approximately half of a day (or 12 hours). Do not plan on “making some cookies so we will have them to munch on for the week.”

OK, I've Had My Special Latte, I'm Ready

Well, not quite. I haven't really had any valium or vodka laden coffee today - YET - but I'm still ready. It's 10:30, and I've already gotten so much done: Shopped for dried fruit (the kids each needed some to bring to school), packed decent lunches, folded three loads of laundry, put away the clean dishes, got everyone dressed and out the door and where they belong, sent out two invoices for our home-based business, did 1 hours worth of work on the big design project I have due to the printer on Monday, paid a couple of bills, ate breakfast (which, sadly, I have to put on my list of accomplishments, because I forget to do this too frequently), responded to a flurry of emails, tidied up my kitchen, living room, and dining room so I wouldn't feel cramped while I am working and could therefore let the creative juices floooooooooooooooow, and started on another design project I have. It's been a good morning so far. But here's my problem. As I said to Ric

Inspiration in an Unlikely Place

A friend of mine gave me a little gift yesterday; said she thought of me when she saw it and had to get it for me. Here it is: If you can't view it well, it says "I'll have a caffe mocha vodka valium latte to go, please!" Quote attributed to Leah Dylan, mother of 5. (Credit to Design Design, Inc., maker of the napkin.) Now, while enjoying my daily coffee -- and I will neither confirm nor deny if any spiking is going on -- I get a little smile. Little smiles go a long way towards getting me from 4pm to bedtime. Who knew that a napkin could be a source of inspiration? Thanks Kim! So between my coffee, my napkins, and little mugs like this one, I'm all set.