Stumbling Towards Perfect

Wow. I'm not very good at this blogging thing, am I? It's hard to come up with a topic of converstaion that's applicable to the entire world wide web. (Much easier for me to ramble on and on when I know my audience.) I guess I could tell you I'm newly engaged. It was a phenominal proposal! The number one reason being HE ACTUALLY SURPRISED ME! Seriously. I pride myself on figuring things out, reading between the lines, adding two plus two together - duh! But this one blew my mind away. Blew it away in that gotta cock the head to the side and with an ultra-quizical look ask myself, "what is he doing? why is he on the ground? like, kneeling? what's he holding? i've seen that before... sparkly... a ring? why is he holding a ring? OH MY GAWD! HE'S HOLDING A RING!" Amazingly, the words out of his mouth matched exactly what I was thinking: He asked me -- ME! -- to marry him! And all this happened in the middle of the court at halftime at the Badger ga...

There are many days I wish I had a super huge whirlpool tub.... not because I enjoy sitting naked with my butt pressed against hard fiberglass while watching my skin pucker... but because I think maybe, just maybe, the noise of the jets will block out the sounds of "the everything" that intrudes on my patience and I'll be able to "settle my mind," thus making me more respectful towards my children. You know the noise of "the everything" -- kids bickering, husband saying he'd gladly put the dishes away if only he knew where they went, bills mocking you in their high pitched voices "ha! ha! you still haven't paid off your balance! you're paying more in interest than principal! ha! ha!", the toothpaste dots on the mirror teasing you because you still haven't figured out who is responsible for spraying them up there (seriously - do you really need to be THAT close to the mirror? And if you do, could you not just wipe it down when ...

I am far too old to be crushing on someone born in 1986 (although Demi Moore has done much for the Cougar Movement), but let's just say if I were to be crushing on someone thirteen years younger than me, it would have to be Edward Cullin of Twilight fabulosity. I read the book in two days thanks in part to the Young Adult writing style and also in part to the fact I spent two glorious days sans children. The book left me full of those wonderful feel-good dreams of young love: "It will ALWAYS be like this!" aahhh.... So I convinced Matthew to go to the movie: Why wouldn't he want to spend his birthday taking me to a love story? It had action in it. I spent the next day running from packed store to packed store (darn those early Christmas shoppers) to get a copy of the second book of the series only to be let down time and time again. Who knew everyone else in the world has already read it? Who knew the 4th book was being released? I will get the book... in the meanti...

Last night I was attempting to shop in the grocery store. One of those trips you hadn't planned on making. I picked the girls up, Matthew was with me, he wanted to get to Open Gym at 6:00pm, and rushing home I remember we're out of toilet paper and tampons. Sorry, but that's a stop we're making. Run in, run out. Sounds simple enough, right? Then the temper tantrum struck. We've all been there: a desperate to control the situation overreaction to having to do something you don't want to do. (Except mine is 13.) I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the store reminiscent of when she was two. The exagerations (pained look, pleas of "Please don't hurt me" strategically voiced as we passed fellow customers) continued until we were in the car and once home she was sent to her room for a much needed nap. That's when the threat came in (and they all threaten). "I'm going to go live at my dad's!" My calm response: "That...

Did you know that kids will ask an average of 9 times before a parent gives in. NINE TIMES!! Two things stand out to me: (1) that a child can be so strong-willed as to ask 9 times.... and, (2) that I give in somewhere around 4 or 5 (my kids have it easy). "Parents have this illusion that if they give their child the reason why they can't do what they want, the child will stop wanting it." Oh, boy. Didn't I learn that a tad too late. Raising the Jellybean (my oldest, now 13) I felt strongly that I wanted to give her a voice. (Probably because subconsciously I felt I didn't have one growing up.) I wanted to give her the words to use to defend herself and to explain herself. I wanted her to see that when you made a decision you should be able to back it up with why you chose what you did. I wanted her to have her beliefs and yet be able to explain why she believed what she did. I explained every decision I made in order to help teach her to be verbally responsible fo...

"An old Cherokee was teaching his young grandson one of life's important lessons. He told the young boy the following parable: 'There is a fight going on inside each of us. It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, rage, envy, regret, greed, arrogance, lies, false pride and ego. The second wolf is good. He is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, kindness, empathy, truth, compassion and faith.' The grandson thought for a moment, then asked, 'Which wolf will win the fight?' 'The one you feed,' his grandfather replied." It's easy to feed the evil wolf. The world encourages to nourish the traits he thrives on. We're bombarded with gossip magazines and "news" stories exposing the dirty laundry of someone famous. When feeling slighted "friends" may encourage us to 'get even.' The Jones' seem to always be doing better than us, flaunting their sucesses in the form of new cars a...

"The only thing you have to do to let weeds thrive in your life is nothing. And doing nothing is a choice." ~ Alicia Britt Chole I have a friend who purchased a new home about two years ago. She bragged (and I mean bragged) about the beautifully manicured lawn and immaculate gardens. I must admit a twinge of jealousy the first time I made it over. The grass was the most beautiful green velvet I'd ever seen. The sidewalk to the front porch flanked with tiny white flowers (for some reason it made me think of Alice in Wonderland). The shrubbery was nicely clipped and sculpted. Tulips proudly stood in an arrays of bold colors. Everything just looked perfect! I stopped by again near the end of this summer. The shrubs had limbs poking out all over, weeds grew up amongst the tulips, grass was growing in the sidewalk cracks: "What did you do to the lawn?" I blurted out. "Nothing," she answered. Nothing. She chose to do nothing. Here she was given this beauti...