Random Monday

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

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• I thought this article was SO interesting – My Great-Great-Aunt Discovered Francium and it Killed Her.

• If Jim had a beard, I would totally make him do this

Hipster Beards!

• This is an interesting post – Let’s Stop Giving Our Crap to the Poor –  very thought provoking. It inspired lots of conversation in the comments as well.

I have mixed feelings about this, although I think I know what she’s getting at. I personally love donating stuff, and I also shop at thrift stores regularly. Practically everything my kids wear comes from a fantastic little thrift store run by a Christian group that cares for the children of incarcerated mothers with their proceeds. I love finding clothes for my kids there, and love the idea that someone else can be just as overjoyed to find our old things. I do not donate items that are broken or stained – if I wouldn’t buy it at the thrift store, I don’t donate it. Someone told me once that I should cut all the cute buttons off Little’s clothes before donating them so I could start a button collection. I was a little nonplussed at this suggestion, because cutting off the buttons would render the garment useless and it seemed just plain mean to donate something I had already gutted for parts. I did recently wonder if I should have donated Little’s outgrown underpants. They were perfectly good – just too small. Still….used underpants seem icky so I just tossed them. But in doing so, did I deny some other mother what she needed?

• This one really got to me – The Day My Son Gave Up On Me. We’ve all been there, right?

Motherhood is a choice you make everyday

to put someone else’s happiness and well being ahead of your own

to teach the hard lessons

to do the right thing

even when you’re not sure what the right thing is

and to forgive yourself

over and over again

for doing everything wrong

-Donna Ball, novelist

Stupid Nature Shows

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

A (slightly disturbing?) Story – 

The other day, the kids are I were driving to the Big City to grocery shop and hit Walmarts.

Little: Mommy! If you were an ocean creature, what creature would you be?

(she often asks these kinds of questions. it is an ongoing conversation around here)

Me: Mmm, I don’t know. I want to be at the top of the food chain. Maybe an Orca?

Little: Yeah! An orca! And I will be your baby orca!

Little, enthusiastically: Mommy! Pretend we are swimming! We are swimming and swimming as fast as we can, except I am just a baby and get tired, but you go ahead and see a Great White Shark and you kill it and bring it back to me and we eat it up! And she had babies in there and we gobble up all her babies too!

Me: HORRIFIED SILENCE

 

 

I told Jim this story later, and he was all, “looks like we need to put another dollar in the therapy jar.”

Now with No Solar Flares!

In CategoryAdventure
ByDeb

From my pal Eddie

I’m assuming that the solar flares have come back and stopped you from adding new posts. Ahem. :)

I know, I’ve been horrible about writing lately, wherein lately means the last 18 months. I keep reading all these posts about how blogging is dead. I’m very suggestible, you know.

Okay, so, here’s what’s happening: We are back in Oregon for a couple months! Remember how I said that our goal when we bought our very tiny house in a very cheap town was so we could afford to travel a little? Well, I’ve been saving all year, and here we are! Are you mentally bracing yourself for endless nature blathering and obnoxious beach pictures? If not, you should be.

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The kids have celebrated three out of the last four birthdays in Oregon, and last year we were all sad that we skipped a year and spent it in boring ol’ Colorado. So we decided to come back. The difference being that we are not homeless this time, so I am actually feeling a little homesick. Mixed Feelings: the Hallmark Of Adulthood.

I keep seeing all kinds of Christmas decorating posts everywhere, and am practically faint from the desire to make a tree skirt out of faux fur (Faux fur has to be good for SOMEthing, Mel).

Instead, we bought a teeeeenny tiny tree from the local hardware store and a strand of multicolored Christmas lights. Total cost: $19.95. The kids made candy cane decorations from sculpey and puffy ornaments from pom-poms and pipe cleaners. I still have not wrapped one single thing, but I did buy some paper at the Walmarts (grumbling the whole time – might as well throw a twenty dollar bill directly in the trash, that’s how I feel about wrapping paper) and also remembered tape, so I’m practically finished.

We are having a Very Scaled Back Christmas this year, because Hello! I brought you people to the beach! Hopefully this is the first step on the road to less materialistic Christmases, primarily because materialistic entitled children are icky and also because I think we can cap the Personal Lego Collection at around 4 million bricks, give or take a few that might have gotten sucked up in the vacuum on days when mom didn’t feel like bending over to rescue them.

Bending over is for the birds. I’m 40, you know. I even bought new shoes the other day, with the only criteria being comfortable and slip on. Shoe Laces: Ain’t Nobody Got Time For That. I am coveting some Uggs I saw at the mall a while back, but can’t quite shake the image of Pamela Anderson wearing nothing but Uggs and a red bikini in the 90s. Well, Pam Anderson and the $200 price tag, that’s also standing in my way. I’ll have to wait for Tightwad Deb to get distracted, then I can pounce.

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Mambo Number Five

In CategoryNavel Gazing
ByDeb

So a couple weeks ago, Jim had to go out of town again. That, for those keeping track, was trip number FIVE. Five trips in nine weeks. FIVE. From my perspective, work basically held the entire summer hostage, since he was either gone or getting ready to go somewhere since the end of June. Even though he was gone constantly, life went on, and I was left in charge of all kinds of things that I don’t like to be in charge of.

Like The Guy. You know – The Guy. The Lawn Guy, The Handyman Guy, The Tree Guy… This particular week, I was forced to deal with The Tree Guy. I hate dealing with The Guy.

I kept Jim apprised of the situation –

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In any event, The Guy and all associated Guys eventually left and in spite of everything, did a good job. The next week we had a huge windstorm that knocked branches down all over the neighborhood and I was able to sit back and feel smug that we had done the Responsible Thing before a giant branch had a chance to fall on our house. Which frankly, is not generally how things go at our house.