It be's that way sometimes.

Friday, March 31, 2006

Success

Thad opted for a new BC Builder dinosaur from Toys R Us. Victoria got a doll that came with a purse. . .and since we arrived at Toys R Us at 4:00, the place was practically ours. We spent an hour just wandering. . . climbing in and out of all of the huge riding car toys that the kids will never own. We had an agreement before-hand that this after school jaunt was to be F-U-N fun. Each kid would get ONE toy, and Mommy had a dollar limit that would not be exceeded. If they found other things they liked, we would make a list. They now each have a list, which they will probably forget about soon--I'm so sneaky.

Wendy's was also empty at 5:07. The kids got to take their new toys inside with them. . .I pulled out all the stops and tried to say "no" as little as possible. Thad proposed a game of hide and seek since there were (his words) no "regular customers" there. (I don't know if he meant that we are strange. . .or that we're not regulars to that particular Wendy's. . .or that there was no one else there. Actually all of those options are right on the mark.) I nixed the hide and seek, but he got to take a lap around the empty dining room and was satisfied.

They both have a new pair of tennis shoes, and Thad has a pair of Velcro sandals with bull-dozers on them that made him leap for joy. The sparkly, pink sandals of Victoria's dreams were not available in her size. The blessing and curse of living in a town with several Targets is that there is always another one to check out later for the sparkly, pink sandals.

The children are now in their jammies watching a video while I veg in front of the computer.

No one has cried. No one has whined. No one has pouted. No one got spanked. I didn't have to raise my voice OR cook supper OR do dishes. I declare this evening a RAVING SUCCESS.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Daddy's going camping

Tony is off to the woods tomorrow with his friends Mike and Richard. They go and camp. . .three Eagle Scouts out drinking Kool-Aid and playing poker for Bob's jalapeno potato chips. So the kids and I have a lot of fun planned for tomorrow after school (so we can stay home most of Saturday).

First, I will read to Victoria's class, then we will swing by and get the boy. Next, we'll take a jaunt to Toys R Us so that Thad can get a chalk drawer. He REALLY wants it. . .and he pointed out that we do, indeed, "have lots and lots of coupons, Mommy." After that we need to get new shoes for both of them. . .and by that time we will NEED to stop and get Wendy's for dinner. I have an ulterior motive for choosing Wendy's. . .there is no playland. . .which means I can bring them home and they can watch Veggie Tales while we eat and I take a break.

Saturday morning we will go to Shipley's for a VERY nutritious breakfast of donuts. . .then we will be back on the straight and narrow--gastronomically and financially--our money and calories all spent.

Daddy isn't the only one who will have an eventful weekend.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ch-Yo-Ca

For 10 years of my life, I went to camp. Every summer, rain or shine, and frequently both, I was just outside of Calhoun, Louisiana at Camp Ch-Yo-Ca. The memories are wonderful, touchingly painful, crystal clear, exceptional. That place and many teachers, counselors, directors, fellow campers who were there helped me to grow up in my faith and as a human.

Sarah e-mailed me today to tell me that one of my friends from long ago had run into another friend--both from camp. So I logged onto one of their blogs to join in the conversation. I remember them like they were then--Brandon with red hair and a personality bigger than life. Arlene with her beautiful, huge blue eyes and her side-kick, Holly. I cannot even begin to list the people that I loved there.

They closed camp down last summer, I was told. It needed to be majorly renovated, etc. I had hoped that Victoria would be making a trip of her own to Ch-Yo-Ca soon. I would be a Bible teacher during the day and go home to my parent's house at night. . .or brave it and stay in a cabin with a bunch of giggling little girls--share a bath-house with even more giggling little girls. Thad would have to wait a few more years to be old enough. Maybe the rumors weren't true.

Several years ago they had a reunion there. I missed it. Victoria was a baby. Tony and I were trying to get back to Houston and couldn't stay one more day to attend. As much as I love places and times, it's almost too much for me to go back. I am a very emotional gal--and it is hard for me to revisit things so dear to me. That being said, camp is forever in my heart--the place and the people who made it such a great place to spend a few weeks of every summer.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Pink and White Parties

It has been my pretty much life-long ambition to write. . .although I'll admit that the new wore off when everyone and their dog (namely celebrities) began to write. . .so that one is out there, but still a dream.

Another love of mine is teaching ladies' class at church. I would love to speak at women's events and the like. . .alas, again. . .still a dream. It is not yet my time. So I will teach ladies' class this summer and be happy about that.

BUT once each year I get to live a dream. . .a dream of putting together wonderful parties. Parties that are full of fresh flowers and frilly desserts and pink gingham draped over anything that doesn't move.

Every April for the past four years, Victoria and I have had a Mother & Daughter luncheon. It began by me simply wanting to take advantage of my husband's gorgeous back yard. . .and an admonition from both FlyLady AND Erma Bombeck that I shouldn't wait until the house is perfect or the "pink candle in the shape of a rose has melted in storage." Both of those wonderful women made me decide to overlook the tiny-ness of my house AND the horribly apple juice stained carpet AND the fact that it just might rain and throw a party in the back yard--so I did.

Attendance at our first bash was 12, then 14, then 36, and last year 48. It started out as my friends and their daughters, friends from church. . .then Victoria went to school and we began to invite teachers and their kids. There are 57 on the invitation list for this year(Tony has quit asking how many are coming), but I know already that four can't make it. It sounds like a big deal whatever. . .but really it is just fun, fun, fun. . .

It is fun to figure out what the invitations will look like and what the table decor will be--what can be recycled from years past and what new wonderful "find" I can add. (This year it's two miniature wrought iron chairs painted white and distressed that I got at Hobby Lobby for 50% which brought them to a whopping $4 each!!!!! They will be wonderful with a small arrangement of flowers on the seat and some wisteria cut from the tree in the yard cascading down.)

The menu is always plain and simple. Plain turkey (no honey or smoke), plain cheese (no pimentos), plain bread (wheat and crustless white of course), plain pretzels, plain baby carrots, plain crackers, plain berry punch, etc. It's all stuff that little girls will eat and mommies will enjoy as well.The thing that is always the favorite part of the meal, however, is the dessert. Each year it is homemade carrot cake with LOTS of cream cheese frosting decorated with flowers for the moms and some fancy, schmancy cupcake for the girls. We've had pink polka dot cupcakes, cupcakes in the shape of birdhouses and teacups; last year were cupcakes with flower shaped teapots as the decoration on top (non-edible). This year it will be cupcakes with pink ribbons tied 'round them.

We do a little craft. . .set up the toy kitchen and table and lots of tea sets. At some point after lunch, all the girls end up barefoot in the sandbox in their sundresses or gathered at the chicken coop asking if those chickens REALLY lay eggs or picking up peaches that have fallen out of our peach trees. It's a lot of fun. . .and it's coming up soon. So right now there is the stress and flurry of activity. . .and afterward there are the aching feet and things to be put away. But for one glorious afternoon we can all be girls that get to dress up and then go barefoot while eating decadent desserts, and there is some part of that equation that EVERY girl will enjoy.

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Powder Puff Derby

Victoria participated in the first annual Powder Puff Derby for her unit or division or whatever of Brownie Girl Scouts today. Her car came in last in two heats and second in two heats. She got nowhere near winning anything--but she and her daddy had a good time building the car. It was hot pink with the number 77 painted on either side in lavender. Her "surprise" was that she painted a yellow lightning bolt on the hood and the name "Daisy."

Quite a day. Now she can race it around the house to her heart's content--which was forbidden before the race.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

I'm it.

Not quite as conceited as the title might imply, I've been "tagged." I'm not sure where all of this tagging stuff started or just how. . .but filling it out was a good way to stay at school until my required time of 3:10 without having to think anymore.

Four jobs you have had in your life:
1. (Besides teaching) Sonic car hop
2. Crate and Barrel
3. Crabtree and Evelyn
4. JoAnn

Four movies you would watch over and over:
1. Pretty Woman
2. While You Were Sleeping
3. Field of Dreams
4. Two Weeks Notice

Four places you have lived:
1. Bastrop, Louisiana
2. Searcy, Arkansas
3. Abilene, Texas
4. Houston, Texas (and that's it. . .just four places)

Four TV shows you love to watch:
1. Antiques Road Show
2. Lost
3. Gray's Anatomy
4. Without a Trace

Four places you have been on vacation:
1. Galveston
2. Pensacola
3. Nebraska
4. This is just like the places I've lived. . .

Four Web sites I visit daily:
1. Sarah's blog
2. Stephanie's blog
3. My blog
4.

Four of my favorite foods:
1. Pepperoni Pizza
2. Quesadillas
3. Blue Bell Milk or Dutch Chocolate Ice Cream
4. Cheetos

Four Places I would rather be right now!
1. Home with my kids and my husband
2. Home with just my husband
3. Home with just myself
4. Anywhere with my kids and husband

Four friends I am tagging that I think will respond.....
1. Stephanie
2. Terrell
3. Mary Barr
4. Not Sarah 'cause she's already been tagged

That magic time of year.

This is that magic time of year in a 6th grade classroom. . .probably in any classroom, but I can only speak for myself. It's magic, because the kids finally get you--your jokes, your moods, when you "really mean it", the line across which they should not venture, when to quit, when to start. It's a very pleasant time. Not that all is perfection, of course. It's just that at some point between Christmas and now, things click and you become pretty good at getting along. Even the bad kids sort of calm down--either that or they've gotten to the point where every infraction gets them a visit to the office or a phone call home. And they know that you know and that everyone else knows that they don't like you. But since most everyone else either does like you, or is just protective because you are "their" teacher, they don't get to complain about you any more.

So I've probably just jinxed tomorrow. They will rise up in mutiny during 1st period because I've bragged on them today. But it must be said that right now is the most pleasant time of teaching. I have about four good weeks left. . .then comes May. . .

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Things that make me happy. . .

Pink and white gingham. . .pretty much pink and white anything

M & M's

Hugs from my kids

A job completed

Guiltless naps

Knowing what I'm teaching tomorrow

Creating something beautiful

Birds eating seed from the feeder Tony made

Having something good to look forward to at lunch

A diet Coke from Sonic (with a little extra ice, please)

Hearing Thad giggle when his Daddy wakes him up each day

Thursday night ('cause it's almost Friday)

A good conversation (especially with my husband)

A good laugh

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Too much

Do you have too much to do? I have too much to do. There is a quote that says, "Women don't do too much. They have too much to do." In fact, the question opening this post is rhetorical. I am positive that you have too much to do too. . .shoo-be, doo-be, doo.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Oh the joy. . .

Well, despite my best new year's efforts, my waistline and the scale have not budged much. I actually don't have much of a waistline even when my scale is more agreeable, but I digress.

Victoria and I are about to embark on our 5th Mother & Daughter Luncheon bash, and since most of the world is not as in love with very long, very straight skirts as much as I am (and have been for most of my life), I made myself one. . .pink with white polka dots. . .and a ruffle at the bottom.

If you leave off the ruffle, it took me all of 20 minutes to cut out the fabric, whiz bang two side seams in, sew a casing for the elastic (not only more comfy, but much easier than a zipper, AND since I'm a tuck-outer, elastic doesn't matter), and hem the bottom. I had forgotten how quick it can be. So I have three peices of fabric that have languished far too long in my fabric stash all laid out and ready to be sewn tomorrow. One is white with raspberries, lemons, lime green leaves, and raspberry red gingham ribbon running amok all over it. One is very, very, very, very bright yellow with tiny fruit (don't know what I was thinking about all the fruit stuff)--in fact, it looks as though someone spilled a package of that Willy Wonka fruit shaped candy all over it. And the last one is a very preppy and very tiny blue, green, yellow, and white tartan-ish plaid.

Seeing as how I have three v-neck t-shirts in colors that coordinate, VOILA, a spring wardrobe made to order. . .in a hour. . .and sort of for free.

I hope you have a new addition to your spring wardrobe that blows you hair back as well.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Daffodowndilly

Recently Stephanie left a photo on her blog of daffodils in her yard. . .it caused me to get more than a little verbose about my love of daffodils. . .they are on sale at Randall's this week. . .20 stems for $3.99. I'm off to get some tomorrow after school. . .and here's my comment to Stephanie.

"Daffodils. . .my favorite of all spring flowers–possibly all flowers. The scent of daffodils is so deeply entrenched in my memory of childhood that I might as well be back home–picking them for Momma from the side of the front yard near the woods–about to get in trouble for being barefoot when it was barely 70 degrees yet–the smell of new clover mixed in with the scent of the daffodils (Momma said they were really jonquils) and the drippy sap oozing from the freshly broken stem. When I get them now they are from a grocery store–daffodils don’t grow so well here–and rather than an empty coke bottle, I ALWAYS put them in an emerald green depression glass juice pitcher that my Grandaddy left to me–but the scent is the same. "

Go buy yourself a bunch--or better yet--pick them from your yard if you are blessed to live in a place where they grow.

Monday, March 13, 2006

"I have come to a frightening conclusion. . ."

Sarah posted a very powerful quote on her blog over the weekend. It reminded me of the following, so I've decided to post it here.

The quote was actually written for teachers. If you want to read it in in its original form, then replace "home" with "classroom", "wife and mother" with "teacher", "family's" with "student's". . .and it will be back to normal. It hangs on the wall in my classroom. I'll admit that I overlook it frequently, but each time I read it, I'm convicted that not only is the statement true as a teacher, but it is painfully and abundantly true as the lady of the house. So here is the "Mommy" version of Haim Ginott's wonderful thought. . .and my sincerest apologies to him.


"I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element in the home. It's my personal approach that creates the climate. It's my daily mood that makes the weather. As a wife and mother I possess a tremendous power to make my family's life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and my family humanized or dehumanized."
Haim Ginott

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Spring Break

By the way. . .other than the disastrous viewing of "Curious George the Movie" we had a wonderful spring break. . .there was some really freaky sea fog in Galveston--and incredibly choppy surf--but the kids loved the "sand cliffs" it made on the beach. We played our putt-putt, went to the Rainforest Cafe, played games, and had a great time in general. We are very much looking forward to our summer.

George

*WARNING* This is TOTALLY my opinion--and a tainted one due to the fact that it effected my boy. It is also very long so you are under no obligation to read the entire thing. This is simply therapy for an angry Momma. Here goes. . .

Has anyone seen "Curious George" the movie??? Well, don't. Atleast--don't waste your time and money if you are a Curious George fan, 'cause I'm a little disappointed in Ron Howard this time. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN something was amok when they cast Will Ferrell and Drew Barrymore as lead voice rolls and plastered "Show Me the Monkey" on billboards. . .but I had faith--faith that you just could NOT screw up Curious George.

Thad got a Curious George for his 1st birthday "from Victoria." I bought it at Kohl's, put it in a bag, told her she was giving it to Thad, and he promptly took it out of the bag, dropped it on the floor, and Victoria picked it up and it became HERS for a few days. . .until one day she left Curious George in the hallway, and toddling one year old boy sees Curious George and cupid let loose the fickle arrow that determines which item a child will adore and Thad adored George. George was, and still is, the perfect size and shape for my boy to haul around. We have read Curious George (the original) as well as Curious George Goes to the. . .Chocolate Factory, Farm, Beach, Skiing, Bike Riding, Airport, Parade, Drive-In Movie Theater. . .you get the idea.

Now we do not limit the amount of time our kids watch t.v., but we are VERY particular about the t.v. that they watch as well as the movies they see. We don't go to the movies very often, but as soon as they began advertising Curious George, it was a no-brainer--we had to go. We saw the bill boards, we discussed it, we planned it, and this past Friday as the last hurrah of spring break, we finally went to see it. In fact, it was SUCH a special occasion that we finally let Thad take George into an establishment so that (as Thad said), "George can see hisself." George normally has to wait in the car, you see.

In short, the movie was not about George but was rather about the inept, selfish, frightened, clueless, phobia riddled "Ted" (which they named the Man with the Yellow Hat). Now I'm not here to discuss the moral fiber of the original Curious George--after all anyone tricking a monkey into captivity, then turning him loose on a ship, allowing him to fall overboard, giving him a pipe before bed, and leaving him unattended in one's home thereby constituting an emergency with the fire department, imprisonment, and the resulting unlawful escape and eventual thievery of several balloons would be held accountable to the fullest extent of the law even though the balloons were eventually shared with several zoo animals. But it's a children's story--and George is, after all, a monkey, and things do, after all, always work out in the books. The Man with the Yellow Hat DOES always leave George somewhere alone with the strictest of instructions to NOT get into any trouble, but George, ever curious, always does. And The Man with the Yellow Hat ALWAYS comes back to get George.


In the movie, "Ted" does not trick George into coming with him--George follows him out of loneliness and because "Ted" played peek-a-boo with him and his yellow hat. (All very cute and tolerable--and a very good sound track to boot.) Once George is discovered by "Ted"however, things begin to go south. "Ted" is none too happy--"Ted" loses his apartment and ends up calling Animal Control to come and capture the monkey that has "teeth like Ginsu knives". At one point they DID end up in the zoo with balloons ("Whew!" I'm thinking. "At least we are seeing a part of the original story line." And so I point it out to Thad.), but when George floats away "Ted" runs through the zoo stealing balloons to go and rescue George. . .which would have been fine except for the part when a huge gust of wind blows George into the stratosphere and there is a close up of some very sharp, pointy, shiny, knife like protruberances from a sky scraper that pop all of George's balloons and send him plummeting to the ground. (At this point Thad is literally sobbing, clutching his own George.) Of course Ted rescues George--although Thad is still in tears--and I keep saying , "See. . .The Man With the Yellow Hat saved George. He won't let George get hurt." AND NOT TEN MINUTES LATER, after George is wrongly accused of an accident he didn't cause, Ted allows Animal Control to take George away--in fact as VERY vulnerable, loveable and cute in a toddler sort of way George CLINGS to Ted's leg, Ted states to the animal control folk, "Take him away. . .it's for the best." At which point George is flung into a cage as Ted stands impotently by and allows it to happen. I'd have left at this point, but was pretty sure that they would save "Ted" in the end as well as George. . .and Thad needed to have that last impression even if it was too little too late. So we stayed so Thad could see the end--though he saw it through blurry eyes and occasionally saw nothing but my shoulder as he buried his face in it.

Needless to say, through his sobs on the way home, Thad said, "I don't want to EVER, NEVER see dat movie again!!!!" Nor do I.

Maybe I put too much stock in a movie--maybe it was a movie that was about someone too near and dear to the heart of our family--especially our little boy and therefore could never have been as good as our expectations of it. But it is a sad day when you have to take a book that is quite simply about a curious, little monkey and make it about a phobia riddled, selfish man and how the monkey saves him from himself. I know this is 2006, and that the media feels they have to entertain parents when they entertain children--which is another topic altogether. So give us the voices of Will Ferrell and Drew Barrymore. . .play the snappy soundtrack. . .but leave the story alone. Curious George has managed to do quite nicely on his own for the last 50+ years without any embellishment. It's a children's book for heaven's sakes. As John Stossell would say, "Give me a break. . ."

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Off to the beach

I'll be out of service here until sometime on Friday. There is no computer at the house in Galveston. . .it's not actually ON the beach. . .it's a block off the seawall. It sounds really idyllic--in fact it's a place to go when we go to the beach. . .but it has it's own charm--plus a bathroom, kitchen, and beds!!!

So we are packin' up and headin' down. It's cloudy and overcast here--but warm enough to wear shorts and no threat of rain until Thurs. We'll go do all of our outside stuff, then hole up on Thursday and watch videos and play board games.

Have a good week.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Out of the mouths of babes. . .I mean 71/2 year olds.

This morning on the way to church I was discussing with Tony an odd requirement God had made of the Israelites in regards to what they were to donate to build the tabernacle. Among the list of scarlet, purple, and blue thread, gold, silver, and copper, acacia wood, goat skins and the like, was the requirement for "the hides of sea cows dyed red." Now that one stumped me. I mean--they were near the Red Sea presumably. . .and I'm sure that there WERE such things as sea cows (Tony bets on Walruses, I think just seals)--but I found asking for the hides of sea cows while traipsing through the Sinai Desert a bit much. So I say to Tony. . .

"Exactly HOW did He plan on them finding SEA COWS in the middle of the desert?"

And from the back seat in this very teen-agery-duh-you-are-so-dumb voice Victoria says,

"Well. . .I guess they PRAYED for one."

That shut me down right there. . .I mean what shortage of sea cow hides CAN'T be overcome by a simple prayer.

And as I pondered my daughter's quick thinking brain, I also realized that her first reaction was for someone to pray and my first reaction was to question God about exactly how one could be expected to complete a monumentally daunting, if not dowright impossible task. She didn't quote any of "those" scriptures. . .with God all things are possible, the prayer of faith, etc.--there was no need. She just wrapped that thought around a brick and threw it at her momma's hard head without even intending to. What would HER first reaction be? What would MY first reaction be? And how long will it take for that to NOT be her first reaction if I do not proceed very carefully with my own reactions.

I think I have a lot to learn from my girl.

And Thad stands a good chance of becoming a politician, because after worship today, Tony asked him, "What did you learn about in Bible Hour today?" To which Thad replied, "God." Certain and all encompassing enough not to be questioned, but vague enough to cover all bases.
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We are on spring break. I took a four hour nap this afternoon. It's been a long time coming--the week just about did me in.

Tomorrow morning bright and early I am headed to a "Friendze" store in Katy that I found out is closing. (Sarah--puh-leez tell me this in not true of the store in Abilene as well--they will mail me stuff if I pay over the phone). I went there to get my "joy" ring on Saturday and found the announcement of their closing posted on all of the windows. So I will be getting my "joy" ring at 30%-60% off. (Sarah--I'm going at to be there when they open--leaving the house at 9:30--call me on my cell if you want me to get you anything--not sure if the jewelry will be on the 30 end or the 60 end.) I don't shop there very often--but they have these wonderful sterling silver bracelets engraved with scripture that are just about the best gift EVER.

On Tuesday we are going to Galveston. . .where we will ride the Bolivar ferry, go putt-putt golfing at a really pretty and neat course, build sand castles, eat at the Rain Forest cafe (both kids meals are free thanks to Victoria's excellent 2nd grade GPA and the certificates that come with it), visit the Galveston light house if it's opened to the public, and Tony and I will try to visit the Moody Mansion and Museum. And if he won't go, I will go by myself--I feel the need to lose myself in someone else's old house for a bit. Tony's parents will come to "visit" their own house--where we are staying--one day, and other than those wonderful activities we will play Uno and generally loaf around.

I DO have some papers to grade. . .and I will TRY not to procrastinate. . .if I get around to it. :)

"As iron sharpens iron. . ."

"As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." Proverbs 27:17

Sarah and I have long had this verse in mind regarding each other--she cross-stitched it for me. . .I'd end letters to her with it--back when I wrote them. It holds true to this day--we sharpen each other--even though our visits and even phone calls are few and far between.

I have had a long passion with writing my thoughts--but scarcely had the chance to do so in the past 7 1/2 years. . .so Sarah starts a blog and gives me a wonderful benefit every day. . .and inspires me to write my own. I have a back log of things to pen. . .or type. . .and now a place to put them thanks to her.

My friend Amy is the early-childhood curriculum queen of the universe. She finds wonderment in owning a book loosely entitled, "Edible Art Projects of the Bible." Somehow--she decided I was the person to help her with some jobs at church VBS, Bible hour, etc. I cared not about edible art projects. I teach kids all day and prefer the role of teaching adults at church, but over the past four or five years, we have honed each other to the point that we can solve a curriculum problem in about 3 minutes flat, and we don't even go to church together any more!!! I think we actually scare our husbands with our ability to fill in the chink the other seems to be struggling to fill.

Stephanie, my art friend from college days, has her own blog come to find out--and so even though we were friends 15 years ago--and even though we haven't seen each other in 10--she's inspired me to write things down that are dear to me just by virtue of mentioning something on her blog that triggered a memory in me.

My list knows no bounds. . .Carolyn, Tommie, Amy K., Mary, Katrina, my own dear Tony and my precious babies.

Hear the sound of metal scraping across a wet stone? That sound is etched in my brain from childhood. My Daddy sharpened all of our knives on a wet stone--old as the hills--a little oil and he'd go to town--smooth even strokes that made Momma's knives razor sharp. When they got a little dull and weren't up to the job for which they were intended, she'd lay them by Daddy's side of the table, and before the night was up, she'd have a knife with which to reckon the next time she needed to cut something. (My brother, sister, and I learned how to handle really sharp knives from an early age.) All it took was some sharpening--and isn't it grand that God gives us the same opportunity with others--to sharpen--to hone--to make useful again after we've become dull.

So thank you, friends. Thank you for giving me the "excuse" to be creative. . .even when I don't think I have the time.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

"You can do anything for 15 minutes."

Almost five years ago, my friend Carolyn introduced me to www.flylady.net. I HIGHLY recommend a visit to her website if you have ever struggled with weight, procrastination, house work, clutter, finances, etc. It's totally free and is moderated by a woman named Marla Cilley who has quite a life story of her very own. She is not a psychiatrist, psychologist, author, or official guru of any sort--she is a pudgy middle aged lady who lived through an abusive marriage and commited herself to a psychiatric hospital at one point. She was overweight, overwhelmed, stressed out, guilt ridden, and seriously lacked self-esteem. She knows a lot about how we women feel--even if we try to hide it.

Anyway---FlyLady (Marla Cilley's altar ego) says, "You can do anything for 15 minutes."

I have not gotten home before 5:30 any night this week, and Monday night and last night I had to go BACK out after dinner. Tomorrow I have after school tutorials until 4:30 p.m (we begin our school day at 7:30 a.m. where I teach), then a VBS meeting with my friend Susie at 5:30.

My goal for this week was to be in bed every night by at least 9:00. It is now 9:19.

My point. . .the floor is almost impassible, lunches need to be made, I need to finish getting stuff done for my VBS meeting, I WANT to take a shower, and I have not made my 9:00 cut-off one night this week, but the kitchen is clean--because I set my timer for 15 minutes after dinner and cleaned it. I will set the timer again and pick up junk out of the floor. I will set the timer again and make lunches. Then I will take a shower and finish my VBS stuff. This does not happen every night. . .when I'm not living on such a tight schedule, I get a bit lax--and that is an understatement. Tonight I will not be in bed before 11:00 (don't tell FlyLady on me--she wouldn't be happy about that). . .but at least it seems possible to do thanks to FlyLady and her admonition about 15 minutes.

She also says, "You are not behind. You don't need to catch up. Just jump in where you are."

That FlyLady is a friend of mine.