Archive for March, 2012
Don’t do this to me ever again. Haven’t you heard, “If Mom ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy?” Crusty oatmeal sitting on the kitchen table approximately 2.3 hours after breakfast is long over, ain’t working toward happiness. It would be tragic to give the guilty one dish duty for a week. Just take note… that’s all. (And for those who can’t read, like let’s say maybe a 1/2 day kindergartener, the picture should suffice.)
I am attempting to use more veggies… I was inspired by Fords Over Knives (a video about the benefits of a whole foods, whole grains, and a plant strong diet) and researched a bit about this type of diet and found a couple books to read. THIS book is colorful, fun, bright… who wouldn’t want to buy it? We are cleaning out cupboards over here, getting rid of packaged stuff (basically the crutches for the kids) and going to do our best to bring more veggies, whole grains and such in our home. (Why do I often use the word attempting? I think it’s non-comittal.) Wish me luck!
Spirit? The first thought was spiritual… here is my attempt to be spiritual. I am trying to read scriptures, even the “made easy” version. I have several things stacking up on my nightstand in an attempt to fill my spiritual bucket. One morning, I sat in bed, told the kids I would be downstairs in 30 minutes… enough time to read something. Within 2 minutes, child no. 2 was at the door requesting help with all sorts of things. I pleaded for 30 minutes, he pleaded for help. He won.
It’s no wonder my pile gets bigger and bigger…
Romance, romance, romance… What to shoot for romance? This morning when I got out of bed, about 34 minutes after my husband left for the day, I went in to our bathroom and saw this for the millionth time. It hit me… this is romance. He leaves the heater on high to make the bathroom warm for me. We aren’t fancy-we don’t have heated floors. Instead we buy a “fancy” space heater and heat our space. I’m not romantic enough to get up and turn it on for him but he ALWAYS leaves it on for me. It is so thoughtful! Should I go ahead and tell him that he doesn’t need to do that because I don’t go in and get showered until about 4:00pm, just in time for him to get home?
I’m sure just the title alone makes one curious?
Instead of taking a picture of what has happened to my body parts by eating these, I will take a picture of the culprit. I grabbed a few to get me through the morning, laid them out on the closest service as to NOT interrupt my desk space (this is sitting on a collapsable table top behind my desk). I noticed two things almost immediately; First, the top of this MacBook says it all in the sticker. Second, I am addicted. I knew that six wouldn’t be enough.
Body parts… what am I going to do about my body parts? It is strange that a plentiful supply of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups isn’t working… don’t you think?