This year is a new experience for my family. Every year for as long as I can remember we have had Christmas at Grandma's. With her passing this year, we are trying to establish new traditions.
I asked Jenna, "What is your favorite meal?" Of course, I already knew the answer.....spaghetti.
I would have asked Tyler, but I knew his was Mexican, and we have been eating leftover taco meat from Jenna's fifth grade Christmas party til I greet everyone with "Hola!" now.
Tyler got to pick the dessert.....which, of course, I knew to be "Chocolate Delight" (This is the "G-rated" name for the recipe: Sex-in-a-Pan).
So, yesterday, as part of our new family tradition, we went to see a movie in the theatre as a family. We saw "National Treasure: Book of Secrets". We then went out for dinner to our favorite restaurant, Cafe del Rio's. We love their awesome cheese dip with chips....I had chicken quesedillas (notice no taco meat was in the menu). Then we went to Wal-mart on Christmas Eve for a few last minute groceries for the new traditional meal for our Christmas dinner.
I was walking non-chalantly through Wal-mart without any present purchase in mind. People were pushing. There was not one smile to see. I passed the jewelry counter and made an observation. There were approximately six men over the age of 30 trying to get the salesclerk's attention. They all had wild eyes and a definite hurried, panic, "I need a gift and you are my last hope"-look to their faces. I felt evil, but I had to laugh at their desperation.
When I told Jeff about it, he did not think it was that funny. He immediately felt sympathy and said, "You know, alot of guys don't get their bonuses until Christmas Eve".
We all woke up this morning, and low and behold, Santa hadn't come. I panicked for the first five seconds, and realised....this is our Christmas...new traditions....a new experience.... So instead of Santa Claus....we had the "Magic Closet". (You have to be one sharp cookie in this family.) Jenna even got into it and said "Magic Closet" with Jazz fingers in a big fanned way. Most of the gifts were Wal-mart bag wrapped....oops. I've been sleeping way more than usual, lately.....but, hey, we are into new traditions. We saved a bundle on Christmas wrap and tape this year, and the kids were okay with it.
Well, I've got spaghetti and Chocolate Delight on tap for a noon meal. We've got 24 hours of James Bond on the television. It may not be an old fashioned Christmas, but we are all healthy and happy and have much for which to be thankful. Hope you have a very, Merry Christmas, and enjoy our pictures to the right!!!!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
My Girl of Many Talents
I have to brag.....
Jenna has been a busy girl this month.
Not only has she been keeping straight "A"'s at school, she has involved herself in many other activities.
Her basketball team won the St. Pat's tourney this past weekend. She came home sporting a t-shirt shouting "CHAMPIONS" on the front.
She is writing a book in school that is to be published. I should be receiving it in the mail soon.
She has been keeping up with piano lessons and regular trumpet practice. Pictured with her is Molly Kenast (her wonderful, sweet piano teacher) and Hailey Solomon...one of her best friends that she takes lessons with.
She was in a play at church with her Great Aunt Susie and her Great Uncle Tom. The play was a dinner theatre recreating the night of Christ's birth. She played the part of "Savannah", Tom's daughter (Tom played the "Inn Keeper").
Susie and Jenna are pictured together.
She was in her school Christmas program/concert and played the part of "Grandma". (She threatened me if I put this picture on my blog.....so I had to do it.)
Today is her last day of school, along with a class Christmas party and gift exchange. I will post pictures of the party at a later time.
Shoohewwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am just the chaffeur and I have a hard time keeping up.
Jenna has been a busy girl this month.
Not only has she been keeping straight "A"'s at school, she has involved herself in many other activities.
Her basketball team won the St. Pat's tourney this past weekend. She came home sporting a t-shirt shouting "CHAMPIONS" on the front.
She is writing a book in school that is to be published. I should be receiving it in the mail soon.
She has been keeping up with piano lessons and regular trumpet practice. Pictured with her is Molly Kenast (her wonderful, sweet piano teacher) and Hailey Solomon...one of her best friends that she takes lessons with.
She was in a play at church with her Great Aunt Susie and her Great Uncle Tom. The play was a dinner theatre recreating the night of Christ's birth. She played the part of "Savannah", Tom's daughter (Tom played the "Inn Keeper").
Susie and Jenna are pictured together.
She was in her school Christmas program/concert and played the part of "Grandma". (She threatened me if I put this picture on my blog.....so I had to do it.)
Today is her last day of school, along with a class Christmas party and gift exchange. I will post pictures of the party at a later time.
Shoohewwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I am just the chaffeur and I have a hard time keeping up.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
The Perfect Christmas
Every year, I have this image of this perfect Christmas. My hopes are high for a complete change from prior years....this one will be meaningful and "stress-free". I will:
1. Get my shopping done before Thanksgiving
2. Have my Christmas cards ready to go on Dec. 1st with a nice personal note and a loving family picture
3. Everything will be pre-baked and waiting to be defrosted
4. I will have every little gift determined with a specialness to it that speaks of a personal touch and thoughtfulness
5. Every present wrapped with decorative bows and pizazz
6. The Christmas music will be playing in the background
7. The fire will be blazing
8. The decorations will be tasteful and gorgeous
9. My family will all be "dressed to the nines" without any complaining or whining
10. The season will be a reflection of Christ with great spiritual forethought and giving
11. The cookies will be on a plate, with neighbors stopping by for cocoa and conversation to a house of peace and tranquility....a place of calm and dignity...a harbor from the storm..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! My house is the storm. I want to have family tradition....well the tradition in our family is one of yelling, being fussy, stress, and all around grouchiness. But I have reached an all time high (or low as the case may be). Let me explain.....
Tuesday, I had a Jenny Craig appointment. I asked Jenna if she would like me to pick her up at school after work and take her with me or have her older brother watch her....that was a "no brainer"....
So I worked an unbelievable amount of packages for the postal service(gee, I wonder why???) and raced home from work. I didn't even get a shower.....no time. I did a pit check and dabbed on a little more deodorant. I called the school and asked to have Jenna dismissed at 2:40 p.m. I waited in the car til 2:45 p.m. and then walked in to the lobby of the school. She was running late and still gathering her things. My fifty minute drive was now forced into a 40 minute drive.
On the way over, my daughter was obviously happy as she turned up the Christmas carols on the radio at every song. "OOOhhhh, I like this one." After every one, I turned the song down lower. I barely kept myself from biting my tongue in two, but I never said a word.
Driving like a maniac, I was still five minutes late to my Jenny Craig appointment. I left Jenna in the front of the store, while I went back to get "Horror of all Horrors" weighed-in. In three weeks time, I had gained 4 pounds..... I knew it was coming, but not FOUR of them. I had been to a wedding, sampled all the Christmas presents from my customers, drank like a fish, and wondered why I gained. Still, the shock of seeing my back pedaling upset me.
Then it was off to Wal-mart to finish off the Christmas shopping. I literally had two people run in to me with their carts. The parking lot was like the Grand Prix. I yelled my outrage at several Dale Earnhardts and Jeff Gordons.
In rebellion to my earlier appointment, I stopped off at KFC (the antipathy of Jenny Craig) and bought a piece of fried chicken and a large diet Coke, before I started being good tomorrow. Jenna looked at me and said in a chiding tone, "Your going to gain another pound...." I gave her the "stinky eye", even though my conscious was screaming the same line.
On the way home, I knew it was bad when my daughter looks at me with all seriousness and asks, "Mom, do I need to enroll you in an Anger Management class?"
I was speechless for a second as I glanced at her face and realised she was serious. Where does she get this stuff??? Only out of the mouth of babes.........it was a sign from God that I needed to lighten up. She was being more the parent and I was being the angry little child throwing the temper tantrum.
I broke out into laughter, til I almost peed my pants. I looked in that innocent little face. Her tense little body and face immediately started to relax. I had no idea I was throwing off those waves of tension. I realised I had reached an all time high (or low as I stated earlier) in my dealings with the Christmas season.
Maybe some day I will have the perfect Christmas....but then, wouldn't that be too perfect, and definitely not my family. I realised I love my family and Christmas is in the heart....not in my "perfect little world" mind of mine...Thank the good Lord.
1. Get my shopping done before Thanksgiving
2. Have my Christmas cards ready to go on Dec. 1st with a nice personal note and a loving family picture
3. Everything will be pre-baked and waiting to be defrosted
4. I will have every little gift determined with a specialness to it that speaks of a personal touch and thoughtfulness
5. Every present wrapped with decorative bows and pizazz
6. The Christmas music will be playing in the background
7. The fire will be blazing
8. The decorations will be tasteful and gorgeous
9. My family will all be "dressed to the nines" without any complaining or whining
10. The season will be a reflection of Christ with great spiritual forethought and giving
11. The cookies will be on a plate, with neighbors stopping by for cocoa and conversation to a house of peace and tranquility....a place of calm and dignity...a harbor from the storm..... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! My house is the storm. I want to have family tradition....well the tradition in our family is one of yelling, being fussy, stress, and all around grouchiness. But I have reached an all time high (or low as the case may be). Let me explain.....
Tuesday, I had a Jenny Craig appointment. I asked Jenna if she would like me to pick her up at school after work and take her with me or have her older brother watch her....that was a "no brainer"....
So I worked an unbelievable amount of packages for the postal service(gee, I wonder why???) and raced home from work. I didn't even get a shower.....no time. I did a pit check and dabbed on a little more deodorant. I called the school and asked to have Jenna dismissed at 2:40 p.m. I waited in the car til 2:45 p.m. and then walked in to the lobby of the school. She was running late and still gathering her things. My fifty minute drive was now forced into a 40 minute drive.
On the way over, my daughter was obviously happy as she turned up the Christmas carols on the radio at every song. "OOOhhhh, I like this one." After every one, I turned the song down lower. I barely kept myself from biting my tongue in two, but I never said a word.
Driving like a maniac, I was still five minutes late to my Jenny Craig appointment. I left Jenna in the front of the store, while I went back to get "Horror of all Horrors" weighed-in. In three weeks time, I had gained 4 pounds..... I knew it was coming, but not FOUR of them. I had been to a wedding, sampled all the Christmas presents from my customers, drank like a fish, and wondered why I gained. Still, the shock of seeing my back pedaling upset me.
Then it was off to Wal-mart to finish off the Christmas shopping. I literally had two people run in to me with their carts. The parking lot was like the Grand Prix. I yelled my outrage at several Dale Earnhardts and Jeff Gordons.
In rebellion to my earlier appointment, I stopped off at KFC (the antipathy of Jenny Craig) and bought a piece of fried chicken and a large diet Coke, before I started being good tomorrow. Jenna looked at me and said in a chiding tone, "Your going to gain another pound...." I gave her the "stinky eye", even though my conscious was screaming the same line.
On the way home, I knew it was bad when my daughter looks at me with all seriousness and asks, "Mom, do I need to enroll you in an Anger Management class?"
I was speechless for a second as I glanced at her face and realised she was serious. Where does she get this stuff??? Only out of the mouth of babes.........it was a sign from God that I needed to lighten up. She was being more the parent and I was being the angry little child throwing the temper tantrum.
I broke out into laughter, til I almost peed my pants. I looked in that innocent little face. Her tense little body and face immediately started to relax. I had no idea I was throwing off those waves of tension. I realised I had reached an all time high (or low as I stated earlier) in my dealings with the Christmas season.
Maybe some day I will have the perfect Christmas....but then, wouldn't that be too perfect, and definitely not my family. I realised I love my family and Christmas is in the heart....not in my "perfect little world" mind of mine...Thank the good Lord.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Only in a Small Town.....
AM I CRAZY?????????? Who adds to the stress of the Christmas holidays by taking on one more project....that's right....me. And not only do I do this to myself, but I drag my best friend into the craziness with me. The conversation on our cells last Wednesday went something like this....
SHERI: "Angela...this is Sheri...I NEED YOUR HELP..."
[(I didn't waste anytime with the niceties of "Hello!" or "How are you doing?". I just got straight to the heart of the matter. I had just got back from the classroom at the elemetary school and found out, basically I (or "we" as you will soon see) had ten days to put together a five-course meal for 37-5th graders. So I called in the "Big Guns". My best friend and Co-General in this fight....Angela.]
Let me give you a little background about my friend, Angela. She has just this year enrolled her girls in public school. For the last six years, Angela has homeschooled her girls to my utter amazement and respect, but that is another blog... She is still in the "honeymoon phase" (I call it) of parenting in partnership with educators other than herself. She is so willing to help and "go the extra mile" in every activity involving her children. Just an example...I have learned that "Little Debbies" work just as well as "homebaked", "slaved-over" treats and the kids even recognize them more. Angela is still trying to come up with these incredible four-hour, creative birthday masterpieces to impress the teachers and kids and to make her daughter feel special. AAaaahhh, Angela, I have soooo much to teach you. (HAHAHAHAHA)
Back to the cell conversation....
SHERI: "The 5th grade Christmas Party is on the 20th and we need to have a planning session. When will you be by..."
(Notice I left her no options and nailed her on our initial stategy plan. My dad retired a full Colonel in the Army and my blood was obviously rising to the surface. My motto was "Show No Mercy".)
ANGELA: "I...uh....am on my way to Joplin...."
SHERI: "You can swing by here on your way home, can't you??" I asked with a little whine in my voice.
ANGELA: "I have to pick up Hannah from school..."
SHERI: "Bring her with you..."
ANGELA: "O.K....."
Snagged, hook, line, and sinker!!!!! I have to admit, there has been no hesitation on her part, and she has jumped into this project with determination....even though this is the absolutely worse time of the year to add one more task.So, again, tonight with another 1 1/2 hour planning session.....this time I picked up her girls from school (Notice the tactical maneuver, with the small favor completed....*laugh, laugh*). We made up a shopping list of all necessary items and discussed serving and decorations. We have since enlisted the help of both our husbands and I even recruited my mother-in-law to serve.....she is such a jewel!!!
I stopped by our local meat locker on the way. The butcher just happens to be my husband's cousin somewhere in the line of the family. Don't ask me to explain the connection.....I have been married to this man for over seventeen years and still don't have all his family straight....for they comprise half the county. I asked him for 10 lbs. of burger and he said "Jeff just bought ten pounds on Tuesday.....Are you sure you need another ten pounds???".....only in a small town does your butcher try to talk you out of a purchase because he knows your spouse has already been there. I explained it to him that this was for the 5th grade Christmas party, not expecting any discount. He gave us two-5 1/4 lb. blocks of meat. 10 1/2 pounds for $20. He said, "Since it is for the kids....." I thanked him profusely, threw the two rocks in the back of the Expedition for better traction in the snow.....those things are heavy. Got home and "feat of all feats" made room in my fridge to start defrosting those "bad boys" now.
Say a prayer for us, as we try to get this project completed.....I had such high hopes of sending out christmas cards with family photos this year....I think that will have to be next year....but I may just send one to the butcher.
SHERI: "Angela...this is Sheri...I NEED YOUR HELP..."
[(I didn't waste anytime with the niceties of "Hello!" or "How are you doing?". I just got straight to the heart of the matter. I had just got back from the classroom at the elemetary school and found out, basically I (or "we" as you will soon see) had ten days to put together a five-course meal for 37-5th graders. So I called in the "Big Guns". My best friend and Co-General in this fight....Angela.]
Let me give you a little background about my friend, Angela. She has just this year enrolled her girls in public school. For the last six years, Angela has homeschooled her girls to my utter amazement and respect, but that is another blog... She is still in the "honeymoon phase" (I call it) of parenting in partnership with educators other than herself. She is so willing to help and "go the extra mile" in every activity involving her children. Just an example...I have learned that "Little Debbies" work just as well as "homebaked", "slaved-over" treats and the kids even recognize them more. Angela is still trying to come up with these incredible four-hour, creative birthday masterpieces to impress the teachers and kids and to make her daughter feel special. AAaaahhh, Angela, I have soooo much to teach you. (HAHAHAHAHA)
Back to the cell conversation....
SHERI: "The 5th grade Christmas Party is on the 20th and we need to have a planning session. When will you be by..."
(Notice I left her no options and nailed her on our initial stategy plan. My dad retired a full Colonel in the Army and my blood was obviously rising to the surface. My motto was "Show No Mercy".)
ANGELA: "I...uh....am on my way to Joplin...."
SHERI: "You can swing by here on your way home, can't you??" I asked with a little whine in my voice.
ANGELA: "I have to pick up Hannah from school..."
SHERI: "Bring her with you..."
ANGELA: "O.K....."
Snagged, hook, line, and sinker!!!!! I have to admit, there has been no hesitation on her part, and she has jumped into this project with determination....even though this is the absolutely worse time of the year to add one more task.So, again, tonight with another 1 1/2 hour planning session.....this time I picked up her girls from school (Notice the tactical maneuver, with the small favor completed....*laugh, laugh*). We made up a shopping list of all necessary items and discussed serving and decorations. We have since enlisted the help of both our husbands and I even recruited my mother-in-law to serve.....she is such a jewel!!!
I stopped by our local meat locker on the way. The butcher just happens to be my husband's cousin somewhere in the line of the family. Don't ask me to explain the connection.....I have been married to this man for over seventeen years and still don't have all his family straight....for they comprise half the county. I asked him for 10 lbs. of burger and he said "Jeff just bought ten pounds on Tuesday.....Are you sure you need another ten pounds???".....only in a small town does your butcher try to talk you out of a purchase because he knows your spouse has already been there. I explained it to him that this was for the 5th grade Christmas party, not expecting any discount. He gave us two-5 1/4 lb. blocks of meat. 10 1/2 pounds for $20. He said, "Since it is for the kids....." I thanked him profusely, threw the two rocks in the back of the Expedition for better traction in the snow.....those things are heavy. Got home and "feat of all feats" made room in my fridge to start defrosting those "bad boys" now.Say a prayer for us, as we try to get this project completed.....I had such high hopes of sending out christmas cards with family photos this year....I think that will have to be next year....but I may just send one to the butcher.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Workin' on Makin' It Big
I have recently been informed by a colleague (that sounds so "professional"....Angela!!!) that I need to get on the ball and post more of my writings. I have to admit I have been very lax. I think my excuse will be the time of year that it is, but really I have had the time: I have just chosen to do other things. If I am truly interested in writing, ecspecially writing as a profession, it's time to get serious. My pre-New Year's resolution is to write atleast twice a week. So look out world.....my laptop and mind are unleashed. No telling what the topics will be.....so family and friends be careful....or you just might find yourself forever memorialized in the "great blog highway". And Angela, thanks for kicking me in the booty about my writing...you are the best. I am so proud to be in the presence of a paid writer!!!!!! You are going to make it big someday.....I know it, while I will still probably be workin' on makin' it big!!!!
Friday, December 7, 2007
December Wedding
Richmond in December. That is the news for the Goodnight family from Kansas. We loaded up our carry-on suitcases for three "mad dash" days of celebration back east in Virginia. Moving five people across country for a wedding is no easy feat, but we have done it and amazingly, it has been a joy. We had a layover in Minneapolis, Minnesota (I know...crazy to travel north this time of the year, but the tickets were extremely cheap). We landed in Washington, D.C. and spent the first night in Vienna, Virginia at my brother's house. Actually, Jeff and I stayed at a quaint hotel, while the kids bunked at brother's. The next day, I drove our rental car (a grand marquis we dubbed the "Cop Car"). The traffic had me white-knuckling it all the way to Richmond. I am just not use to that kind of volume. We went to the rehearsal dinner that night. The wedding was tonight and we resume travel home tomorrow. Jenna passed out programs for the ceremony. I had the pleasure of seeing my brother walk his little girl, who he has loved since he married his wife, and pass her hand to a special young man. I actually had the big lump in my throat when the processional march for the bride played. I have to say we have been extremely blessed this trip with no difficulties. My family was so loving and great. I am truly honored by all their caring and sharing. It has brought home the Christmas spirit to me this year. I feel as if Tiny Tim should now be saying, "God bless us, everyone". And I wish to the same to you and yours.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Try New Things.........Sure!!!
I went to my Jenny Craig appointment a little bit grouchy this week. I only lost 1.6 pounds for a two week period. I have to admit that still going in the downward direction is a very good thing. Some changes in the past two weeks are I am suppose to start incorporating my own, self-prepared meals into the program. Up to this point, I had been doing this totally, non-thinking, sticking a small frozen dinner in the microwave and adding a vegetable to the meal. It was all laid out for me without any type of forethought. Since I reached the halfway point of my goal, I have chosen to start cooking my dinner meals with my family.
Another complaint is sadly, the grocery stores are starting to become "slim-pickens" in the tasty, summer-fresh fruits and veggie aisle. I love strawberries...but they are rather tasteless this time of year. Tomatoes are fuzzy in color and taste. My Grandma once said, "This time of year, diced tomatoes are like throwing a little red rag on a salad. It's just for looks." When I aired my complaint to Sharon, my super-duper Jenny Craig consultant, she suggested I "try new things".
Oh boy.....
So, with a since of adventure, I approached the fresh Fruit and Vegetable aisle in Wal-mart on Monday. I have read in some magazine that the closer you get to eating a food in it's natural state (the way God grows it) the more nutritious it is for you. So, I decided to go with a $3.97 pineapple. Granted it is more expensive than canned, but I am going for taste and nutrition. You can't skimp on good nutrition, now, can you?!!
Pineapples have always intimidated me. Let's face it....in it's natural state it is tall and prickly. It is a variety of colors...yellow, brown, green, etc. I have always enjoyed pineapple out of a can...I love pineapple juice....and I can do this.....right?!!!! I am an intelligent person.......right?!!! (Wait, don't answer that!!)
So I get out my "Ginsu" knife that makes me look like a reject from "Psycho" and my girls [Jenna and Sammie(Jenna's friend who came over for dinner and got more than she bargained for)] back up two steps. Drawn by the irresistible pull of seeing an adult in a state of confusion, they edge closer to see if they might be able to offer up some advice.
I turn "Pat the pineapple" on his side and lop off his head and bottom. Both girls literally jump and squeal.
Jenna says, "There goes SpongeBob's house". (For those of you who don't know, SpongeBob the cartoon has a pineapple for a house.)
Sammie remarks, "Yeah, you probably are carvin' him up right now." (These girls are pretty bloodthirsty.)
I just shrug it off and continue. I start carving off the sides. This leaves brown spots all over it. Apparently, I am not carving off enough, so I continue to whittle. This project is really labor intensive!!
Tyler, my 6 foot tall, 16-year-old son, who knows way more than any adult right now, walks over, looks down at me, and offers a critique of my efforts, "Mom, that just doesn't look right."
After whittling for what seems like hours (maybe a slight exaggeration), I slice and put layers on a plate. There is still a little brown on the edges, and I haven't even got the core out. So, I warn everyone at the table. The group at the table looks at me like "You expect me to eat that."
Realising it isn't going to happen unless I make it happen, I fork the first slice, cut out the core, and give each child at the table a chunk with the old saying..."At least try it, you may like it."
Again, my son comes at me with the "I don't think your suppose to eat it like that."
My husband, ever the faithful spouse, spears a slice. He tries it and says, "It's not bad at all."
I ask my husband, "I wonder if you plant the top of the pineapple, would it grow into a tree?"
"Oh yeah," he says. "We would just need to make sure it didn't freeze." After scratching his head he adds, "Maybe I should build you a greenhouse and we could raise pineapples right here in Kansas." Leave it to my husband to turn a simple question into a hundred thousand dollar building project.
It was super juicy and delicious. We all had juice running down our chins and sticky fingers. I couldn't convince my son it was better than canned pineapple, but they all tried it. This whole pineapple preparation thing has given me a whole new appreciation for the Dole factories and workers.
So...my foray into something new wasn't all that bad, but guess what else my Jenny Craig consultant suggest I try....eggplant.
Big, purple, intimidating.....wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!
Another complaint is sadly, the grocery stores are starting to become "slim-pickens" in the tasty, summer-fresh fruits and veggie aisle. I love strawberries...but they are rather tasteless this time of year. Tomatoes are fuzzy in color and taste. My Grandma once said, "This time of year, diced tomatoes are like throwing a little red rag on a salad. It's just for looks." When I aired my complaint to Sharon, my super-duper Jenny Craig consultant, she suggested I "try new things".
Oh boy.....
So, with a since of adventure, I approached the fresh Fruit and Vegetable aisle in Wal-mart on Monday. I have read in some magazine that the closer you get to eating a food in it's natural state (the way God grows it) the more nutritious it is for you. So, I decided to go with a $3.97 pineapple. Granted it is more expensive than canned, but I am going for taste and nutrition. You can't skimp on good nutrition, now, can you?!!
Pineapples have always intimidated me. Let's face it....in it's natural state it is tall and prickly. It is a variety of colors...yellow, brown, green, etc. I have always enjoyed pineapple out of a can...I love pineapple juice....and I can do this.....right?!!!! I am an intelligent person.......right?!!! (Wait, don't answer that!!)
So I get out my "Ginsu" knife that makes me look like a reject from "Psycho" and my girls [Jenna and Sammie(Jenna's friend who came over for dinner and got more than she bargained for)] back up two steps. Drawn by the irresistible pull of seeing an adult in a state of confusion, they edge closer to see if they might be able to offer up some advice.
I turn "Pat the pineapple" on his side and lop off his head and bottom. Both girls literally jump and squeal.
Jenna says, "There goes SpongeBob's house". (For those of you who don't know, SpongeBob the cartoon has a pineapple for a house.)
Sammie remarks, "Yeah, you probably are carvin' him up right now." (These girls are pretty bloodthirsty.)
I just shrug it off and continue. I start carving off the sides. This leaves brown spots all over it. Apparently, I am not carving off enough, so I continue to whittle. This project is really labor intensive!!
Tyler, my 6 foot tall, 16-year-old son, who knows way more than any adult right now, walks over, looks down at me, and offers a critique of my efforts, "Mom, that just doesn't look right."
After whittling for what seems like hours (maybe a slight exaggeration), I slice and put layers on a plate. There is still a little brown on the edges, and I haven't even got the core out. So, I warn everyone at the table. The group at the table looks at me like "You expect me to eat that."
Realising it isn't going to happen unless I make it happen, I fork the first slice, cut out the core, and give each child at the table a chunk with the old saying..."At least try it, you may like it."
Again, my son comes at me with the "I don't think your suppose to eat it like that."
My husband, ever the faithful spouse, spears a slice. He tries it and says, "It's not bad at all."
I ask my husband, "I wonder if you plant the top of the pineapple, would it grow into a tree?"
"Oh yeah," he says. "We would just need to make sure it didn't freeze." After scratching his head he adds, "Maybe I should build you a greenhouse and we could raise pineapples right here in Kansas." Leave it to my husband to turn a simple question into a hundred thousand dollar building project.
It was super juicy and delicious. We all had juice running down our chins and sticky fingers. I couldn't convince my son it was better than canned pineapple, but they all tried it. This whole pineapple preparation thing has given me a whole new appreciation for the Dole factories and workers.
So...my foray into something new wasn't all that bad, but guess what else my Jenny Craig consultant suggest I try....eggplant.
Big, purple, intimidating.....wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Cleaning House!!!
"Clutterbug", "Packrat", .....those are all pretty good descriptions of me about six months ago. I have this terrible fear that something I pay good money for will come in handy at some other point in life. I know this sounds crazy, but I HATE to throw things away. What usually ends up happening, is in all the mess, I end up going to the store and buying some article, because I can't find what I need.
Over the course of time, this fear of lack has totally taken control of me in all aspects of my life. I truly think this attitude stems back to moving 25 or more times throughout my childhood as a military brat. We wouldn't ever clean house....we would just move. Needless to say, that doesn't really work for me now. I have lived in the same house for the last eleven years and am a little overwhelmed.
I don't really think I noticed the problem until a great deal of introspection after my Grandma passed away. She was a young girl in the Depression and the whole "fear of lack" attitude had valid reasoning. My Grandma actually had records in her garage dating back to the 40's. She saved every scrap of material. Every drawer and closet in her home was overflowing. I feel so sorry for my Aunt Susie, who is currently trying to finalize Grandma's estate.
Really getting rid of that "fear of lack" requires faith. I have to admit, mine has been shaken in the past year by all the adversity my family has faced. My favorite line in "Great is Thy Faithfulness" is .....All that I need thy Hand hath provided. This introspection has lead me to this need to live my life to the fullest and to start "cleaning house"!!
Financially, I paid off every bill we owe. We currently only have a small amount left on my mortgage. Jeff and I sold off rental properties and an extra lot (which is going to bless us with new neighbors by Thanksgiving).
Physically, I have lost 30 pounds and am working on another 25 pounds (see previous blog "Weight Loss Journey"). I am not allowing lack of food to control my eating habits. I truly thought I would "die" if I did not get enough sugar (i.e. donuts, pop, candy, cookies). It was an addiction and I am still battling it, but have made great strides.
Mentally, I am trying to get rid of those negative thoughts. I have a tendency to be overwhelmed and just give up on doing anything positive in my life. Writing has helped me to focus on the positive.
By taking some small baby steps, it has snowballed. My best friend, Angela, came over and helped me clean out my closet. I literally had clothes from every decade and I hauled off over twenty humungous, black, Hefty trashbags of outdated, never-fit-well clothes to Goodwill.
Jeff and I have started a remodel project on the house. With Ty being a junior, we only have one more year till he is on his own. If I was ever going to clean house...now would be the time.
I went threw my pantry and removed outdated cans and old jelly I had canned in 2000. My next project includes the "dreaded freezer".
This "cleaning house" attitude has made a big difference in my life. I try to do atleast one project a week. It is carrying over into everyday living. I hope this inspires you to throw out some old things to get better control of your life. It really is empowering. The baggage I carried around was very discouraging. Getting rid of it has allowed for better self esteem, control in my life and room to bring in some new ideas. Give it a try.
Over the course of time, this fear of lack has totally taken control of me in all aspects of my life. I truly think this attitude stems back to moving 25 or more times throughout my childhood as a military brat. We wouldn't ever clean house....we would just move. Needless to say, that doesn't really work for me now. I have lived in the same house for the last eleven years and am a little overwhelmed.
I don't really think I noticed the problem until a great deal of introspection after my Grandma passed away. She was a young girl in the Depression and the whole "fear of lack" attitude had valid reasoning. My Grandma actually had records in her garage dating back to the 40's. She saved every scrap of material. Every drawer and closet in her home was overflowing. I feel so sorry for my Aunt Susie, who is currently trying to finalize Grandma's estate.
Really getting rid of that "fear of lack" requires faith. I have to admit, mine has been shaken in the past year by all the adversity my family has faced. My favorite line in "Great is Thy Faithfulness" is .....All that I need thy Hand hath provided. This introspection has lead me to this need to live my life to the fullest and to start "cleaning house"!!
Financially, I paid off every bill we owe. We currently only have a small amount left on my mortgage. Jeff and I sold off rental properties and an extra lot (which is going to bless us with new neighbors by Thanksgiving).
Physically, I have lost 30 pounds and am working on another 25 pounds (see previous blog "Weight Loss Journey"). I am not allowing lack of food to control my eating habits. I truly thought I would "die" if I did not get enough sugar (i.e. donuts, pop, candy, cookies). It was an addiction and I am still battling it, but have made great strides.
Mentally, I am trying to get rid of those negative thoughts. I have a tendency to be overwhelmed and just give up on doing anything positive in my life. Writing has helped me to focus on the positive.
By taking some small baby steps, it has snowballed. My best friend, Angela, came over and helped me clean out my closet. I literally had clothes from every decade and I hauled off over twenty humungous, black, Hefty trashbags of outdated, never-fit-well clothes to Goodwill.
Jeff and I have started a remodel project on the house. With Ty being a junior, we only have one more year till he is on his own. If I was ever going to clean house...now would be the time.
I went threw my pantry and removed outdated cans and old jelly I had canned in 2000. My next project includes the "dreaded freezer".
This "cleaning house" attitude has made a big difference in my life. I try to do atleast one project a week. It is carrying over into everyday living. I hope this inspires you to throw out some old things to get better control of your life. It really is empowering. The baggage I carried around was very discouraging. Getting rid of it has allowed for better self esteem, control in my life and room to bring in some new ideas. Give it a try.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Weight Loss Journey
Many of you who know me, know I have very big "issues" when it comes to my weight. I honestly cannot remember a time when I have not considered myself to be overweight or "fat". I look back now at pictures of myself when I first married Jeff and really wonder why in the world I was so hard on myself. I was probably around 125 pounds and 5 feet, 4 inches. I think a big part of the problem is poor self image and self esteem. I have always been called "cute" when I was little. Another thing that was drummed into me as a child is "It's hereditary". Looking in the mirror, I never matched those bodies on any of the magazines or television shows.
This past year, I lost my grandmother to colon cancer. In the process of caring for her (which I never will regret), I really let myself go and did a large amount of stress eating. I spent hours at the hospital and worried how my family was coping at home. I ended up on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medicines, along with my everyday hypothyroid problems that slow my metabolism. It was a recipe (HA!HA!) for some really big weight gain.
I topped out at 185 pounds and was so depressed about my body. It took me two months to get drug free. After that, I was desperate and knew I needed some outside help....someone to which I was accountable. I called the Jenny Craig number on television....I always liked Valerie Bertenelli. I could identify with her weight gain in the busyness of everyday living.
I went in and met Sharon, my Jenny Craig consultant at their store in Joplin. She was so kind and supportive. She is truly a gift from God. She listened to all my past trials and has been instrumental in educating me on proper eating and portions. I have never been a big fan of vegetables, but I know now that is something I have to get over. I love Jenny Craig's brownies!!
I have also started taking my vitamins religiously. I have not been sick this whole time and have more energy.
After trying to master the eating part of the program for three weeks, I started back running. I love to run, but when you are overweight, it poses a whole new set of challenges. I started slow and walk/jogged for my first 5 km. It was a horrible time (around 32 minutes), but I knew it could only get better. Another encouragement has been my Ipod. I got online and purchased all these really "mean" running songs that get my pace up and keeps me entertained.
I am currently on Week 15 and I have lost 30 pounds. My running time for a 5 km has improved to under 27 minutes. My goal weight is to be 130 pounds by my 40th birthday in April and run my 5 km in a little over 24 minutes. My family has been super supportive, and my self esteem is much better. I am still working on the part of myself.
One thing I know for a fact is my Grandmother would never have wanted me to not take care of myself. She was always hard on herself, too, but took great pride in her appearance. So this one is for you, Grandma.
To all of you out there who are struggling with weight....take heart....if I can do it, anyone can and just get out there and "Just Do It".
This past year, I lost my grandmother to colon cancer. In the process of caring for her (which I never will regret), I really let myself go and did a large amount of stress eating. I spent hours at the hospital and worried how my family was coping at home. I ended up on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medicines, along with my everyday hypothyroid problems that slow my metabolism. It was a recipe (HA!HA!) for some really big weight gain.
I topped out at 185 pounds and was so depressed about my body. It took me two months to get drug free. After that, I was desperate and knew I needed some outside help....someone to which I was accountable. I called the Jenny Craig number on television....I always liked Valerie Bertenelli. I could identify with her weight gain in the busyness of everyday living.
I went in and met Sharon, my Jenny Craig consultant at their store in Joplin. She was so kind and supportive. She is truly a gift from God. She listened to all my past trials and has been instrumental in educating me on proper eating and portions. I have never been a big fan of vegetables, but I know now that is something I have to get over. I love Jenny Craig's brownies!!
I have also started taking my vitamins religiously. I have not been sick this whole time and have more energy.
After trying to master the eating part of the program for three weeks, I started back running. I love to run, but when you are overweight, it poses a whole new set of challenges. I started slow and walk/jogged for my first 5 km. It was a horrible time (around 32 minutes), but I knew it could only get better. Another encouragement has been my Ipod. I got online and purchased all these really "mean" running songs that get my pace up and keeps me entertained.
I am currently on Week 15 and I have lost 30 pounds. My running time for a 5 km has improved to under 27 minutes. My goal weight is to be 130 pounds by my 40th birthday in April and run my 5 km in a little over 24 minutes. My family has been super supportive, and my self esteem is much better. I am still working on the part of myself.
One thing I know for a fact is my Grandmother would never have wanted me to not take care of myself. She was always hard on herself, too, but took great pride in her appearance. So this one is for you, Grandma.
To all of you out there who are struggling with weight....take heart....if I can do it, anyone can and just get out there and "Just Do It".
Monday, October 29, 2007
My Little Monster
It has come to my attention that my sweet, competitive, ten-year-old daughter is a complete monster. She worked on me with all of the skill of a corps of diplomats to create a blog for her. I made the stipulation that she must write at least five (count 'em FIVE) stories before she could even consider asking me again. She worked like an obsessed crack addict looking for her next fix. She had them whipped out in two days. Next my adorable, conspiring, little sneak unassumingly asked about a site meter for her blog. Not realizing where this was headed, I put one on her blog site. Now this beautiful, faerie-faced blond has the gaul to keep asking me How many hits do you have... or Gee, look at my numbers on my site meter, Mom... It is a race!!!
In actuality, Jenna is a jewel. Her creative genius leaps off the screen when you read her stories. It is amazing insight to how a young girl processes thoughts. I am very honored she is mimicking me at this point in her life. I know those days are coming to a close. Her writing skills are fast developing and I know her teachers struggle. She is so bright; she must be a real challenge to keep busy in the classroom. So check out her blog at www.kermit-froggie-girl.blogspot.com to see the world through the eyes of a future, best-selling author.
Oh, and by the way, Jenna, we now have five stories-a-piece. You better write another one!! HAHA!
In actuality, Jenna is a jewel. Her creative genius leaps off the screen when you read her stories. It is amazing insight to how a young girl processes thoughts. I am very honored she is mimicking me at this point in her life. I know those days are coming to a close. Her writing skills are fast developing and I know her teachers struggle. She is so bright; she must be a real challenge to keep busy in the classroom. So check out her blog at www.kermit-froggie-girl.blogspot.com to see the world through the eyes of a future, best-selling author.
Oh, and by the way, Jenna, we now have five stories-a-piece. You better write another one!! HAHA!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Ty, My Son
Tyler Shane was born into the world on a hot day in June in 1991. I just knew from birth, that this little boy was destined for great things. His little 7 pound 8 ounce body was so precious. I broke down in tears at the incredible joy of his arrival. The pediatrician that examined him at birth devastated us with news that Tyler had a hole in one of his heart ventricles. Jeff and I were petrified, but a week later his heart had miraculously finished developing and he was proclaimed perfect by the same doctor.
Even at birth this little boy took us from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows and back to the highs again and has been doing it ever since.
Ty hardly spoke when he was little. He would just point to whatever he wanted and get his point across. He played by himself and a few hot wheels and all you would hear for hours was "Vroom...vroom". He was never demanding. He was a very easy child as a baby and a toddler.
When Ty hit kindergarten, I became aware of this incredible gift that Tyler has. He was packing up his favored "Power Rangers" and "Tonka trucks" in his backpack for Show and Tell.
I asked him,"Ty, what are you doing?...You know you are only allowed one toy for Show and Tell."
Tyler was "dutchy" when little and always used the least amount of words possible.
"I take extras for other kids, ...They don't have toys...I share mine." he said.
I promise you, I had always known he was special, but that conversation confirmed it. A five year old, who would willingly give up his coveted toys, showed me an incredible amount of compassion and a spirit of giving that surpassed my own and many adults.
That same five-year-old child made me see red when he came home from school one day with this whopper of a tale about some 6th grader pushing him down on the playground. I marched down to the elementary school with righteous indignation ready to do battle with principal (poor Bob Harris), teacher, parents, and one very soon-to-be-sorry 6th grader. Upon finding out he was lying, I forced out apologies and was mortified that I had helped create this storyteller who was fabricating lies. (Please note that this was the year Jenna was born and I believe someone (Ty) was wanting a little attention).
Earlier this year, a mother was never prouder, as my son accepted his Eagle in Boy Scouts after years of hard work and dedication put forth by Tyler and his Dad. Ty has many friends and his peers tend to gravitate to him, because he is so quiet and unassuming.
Currently, I am feeling sorry for myself in a situation with my son. After spending two hours in Parent-Teacher conferences last night and a very sleepless, frustrated night, I came to the realization that this must be how God feels when he deals with me. I am my son's advocate....I am his teacher...and now I must be his authority and his taskmaster. Tyler is not doing well in school and it is my responsibility to push him to do what he needs to do. Again, with the highs and lows and then highs.
Our final meet last night was with one of Ty's teachers that identifies with Ty's talents and specialness. She really gave me the hope I needed after recieving several reports of how poorly Ty was doing. While I don't look forward to being the "bad guy" and I am very weary (this has been going on for many years during his education), I refuse to give up on him. Do I believe he is still special and destined for great things............most definitely YES!!!
Thursday, October 11, 2007
To Right A Wrong
I visited with my sister, Lori, on the phone tonight. I called to make her laugh. I was hiding out in the garage while my 10-year-old daughter was wailing on the trumpet. This is her first year in 5th grade band and she is doing great. However, my nerves are a little raw. We chuckled over life’s challenges.
I asked her how her day went and she shared with me about some new volunteer work she was doing. My sister is an attorney for a worker’s compensation company that determines rates all over the United States. In her spare time (which is actually very limited during certain months of the year) she is assisting children as a guardian ad litem. I asked her what this meant, and she explained that she represents abused or neglected children in the court system. Our conversation actually had a ten second pause….
For you see, our childhood was not an easy childhood. I am sure everyone has horror stories about growing up. This writing is not to share all the gory details of a marriage that ended nightmarishly with three children used as pawns in a war between a mother and father. To shorten a three year long process: there were three custody court cases, two separate reports involving teenage runaways, warrants out for pick-up, breaking and entering, as well as physical, emotional, and mental abuse. There were no innocent parties……..it was war with all its brutalities and despair.
To actually believe my sister would want to be close to a courtroom involving child custody was unfathomable.
Lori couldn’t share specific details of the case she was involved in, but she did give me an overall rundown in generalities of the fact that she was trying to look out for the best interests of the child.
When I asked her how she could be involved with such a situation that brings up all the horrors of the past, she said, “Sheri, (I am) reliving the past…but in a way that is right. These children actually have a voice. I am actively involved in making sure things go well.” It moved my entire spirit which sang with pureness of what she was doing. She is determined “To Right A Wrong”.
Lori,
To you personally: You are my hero…fighting injustices and standing up for those unable to represent themselves. You inspire me to be a better person and I love you with all my heart.
I asked her how her day went and she shared with me about some new volunteer work she was doing. My sister is an attorney for a worker’s compensation company that determines rates all over the United States. In her spare time (which is actually very limited during certain months of the year) she is assisting children as a guardian ad litem. I asked her what this meant, and she explained that she represents abused or neglected children in the court system. Our conversation actually had a ten second pause….
For you see, our childhood was not an easy childhood. I am sure everyone has horror stories about growing up. This writing is not to share all the gory details of a marriage that ended nightmarishly with three children used as pawns in a war between a mother and father. To shorten a three year long process: there were three custody court cases, two separate reports involving teenage runaways, warrants out for pick-up, breaking and entering, as well as physical, emotional, and mental abuse. There were no innocent parties……..it was war with all its brutalities and despair.
To actually believe my sister would want to be close to a courtroom involving child custody was unfathomable.
Lori couldn’t share specific details of the case she was involved in, but she did give me an overall rundown in generalities of the fact that she was trying to look out for the best interests of the child.
When I asked her how she could be involved with such a situation that brings up all the horrors of the past, she said, “Sheri, (I am) reliving the past…but in a way that is right. These children actually have a voice. I am actively involved in making sure things go well.” It moved my entire spirit which sang with pureness of what she was doing. She is determined “To Right A Wrong”.
Lori,
To you personally: You are my hero…fighting injustices and standing up for those unable to represent themselves. You inspire me to be a better person and I love you with all my heart.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Running
In a semiconscious state, I dress for the occasion…shorts, shirt, socks, and shoes. Priorities dictate brushing my teeth and a swig of water to quench my thirst before I head out the door. I grab my IPod, as the sleep build-up in my eyes is drowsily brushed away. My muscles protest as I stretch. The walking begins and my heart immediately starts pumping in anticipation. I have done this long enough that my body foresees the miles ahead. The steady cadence of the Air-Pegasus Nikes pounds the pavement to match the AC/DC wake-up call. “Back in Black” screams out the headphones as I convince myself this is really happening. I start to notice the early morning sky with the winking stars as my guide. No one is moving in my little sleepy town. Most of its inhabitants are still nestled in their beds. I make the trek out to the park. Some mornings I even catch a raccoon trying to finish off his late night scavenger hunt in the park for any goodies left. Having planned my course, my midway point is designated as the flagpole in a strategic location. I concentrate on form and breathing. My goal is to better my time and endurance with each run as I run against myself. My emergency motivation song “Eye of the Tiger” is set for if I falter. The hill coming up out of the park has been knick-named “Heartbreak Hill” after the Boston Marathon for a reason. Reaching the top of is a thrill. My mantra matching my pace is "I will never give up". Running with sweat dripping in my eyes and down my back, it truly feels like poisons are being released with each step. Rounding the corner, towards the house, my IPod reveals the countdown for the last 400 meters. Home is in sight. Relief is in sight. Pride swells. I have done it again. Lance Armstrong congratulates me on a new personal best in the 5km. My day begins….
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Snails for Sale
As a letter carrier walking around on my route, I came upon three dirty little urchins under the age of five enclosed in a fenced yard. The humid weather had t-shirts uncomfortably soaked to the skin that afternoon. The mud-streaked, cherubic faces and grubby hands immediately made my heart melt as they raced to the chain-link to greet me. Beating the boys to the fence were two dogs-one so ugly having a face only an owner or a small boy could love and the other a yippy snippet. The youngest boy of the trio had a distraught look on his face and his partners started to explain his dilemma.
“Lady, we want to sell these snails we dug up today, but nobody will buy them.”
“Maybe you need to make a sign,” I commented.
“We would but we don’t spell good.” Obviously his grammar needed a little adjustment as well, but I resisted the temptation to correct him.
“Then maybe you should ask your grandma,” I politely suggested.
“Well she’s at the casino and my Uncle Ronnie is taking a nap.”
“Well don’t give up fellas. Stick with it……How much are you selling these snails for anyway?” I questioned.
“Three dollars”, said the oldest one.
“I have three quarters. Will that do?”
All three of the entrepreneurs’ eyes met and they shook their heads in approval. Blackened nails dug desperately in the Tupperware box with holes trying to please their first customer. Needless to say I hesitated about carrying a snail around on the route the rest of the afternoon. It would give a whole new meaning to the word “Snail Mail”. I pointed out a snail shell.
“Since I didn’t have three dollars, I’ll just take the shell.”
“Sure,” the boys chorused.
Each dirt encrusted palm flipped for payment as the transaction took place.
“It’s good doing business with you guys.”
Pleased with themselves, boys and dogs flew to the house to what I am sure was a disgruntled Uncle Ronnie being woken up from his nap.
Continuing on the route with a smile on my face for the cost of 75 cents, I tried to remember what little boys were made of….
“What Are Little Boys Made Of?”
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
By Robert Southey 19th century
“Lady, we want to sell these snails we dug up today, but nobody will buy them.”
“Maybe you need to make a sign,” I commented.
“We would but we don’t spell good.” Obviously his grammar needed a little adjustment as well, but I resisted the temptation to correct him.
“Then maybe you should ask your grandma,” I politely suggested.
“Well she’s at the casino and my Uncle Ronnie is taking a nap.”
“Well don’t give up fellas. Stick with it……How much are you selling these snails for anyway?” I questioned.
“Three dollars”, said the oldest one.
“I have three quarters. Will that do?”
All three of the entrepreneurs’ eyes met and they shook their heads in approval. Blackened nails dug desperately in the Tupperware box with holes trying to please their first customer. Needless to say I hesitated about carrying a snail around on the route the rest of the afternoon. It would give a whole new meaning to the word “Snail Mail”. I pointed out a snail shell.
“Since I didn’t have three dollars, I’ll just take the shell.”
“Sure,” the boys chorused.
Each dirt encrusted palm flipped for payment as the transaction took place.
“It’s good doing business with you guys.”
Pleased with themselves, boys and dogs flew to the house to what I am sure was a disgruntled Uncle Ronnie being woken up from his nap.
Continuing on the route with a smile on my face for the cost of 75 cents, I tried to remember what little boys were made of….
“What Are Little Boys Made Of?”
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
By Robert Southey 19th century
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