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The sound of a train’s whistle always conjures up a dim, whispery memory of me and my mother sharing a bed together at our family’s cottage. Although I had my own room beside hers – connected, in fact, by an adjoining door – the pitch northern black would often find me snuggled beside her, where we’d talk in hushed tones so as to not wake my aunt and uncle across the hall.
One night as we lay side by side we listened to the call of a train as it steamed down the nearby tracks; first faint, then stronger as the sound was lifted across the river water, through the window screen and into our bedroom. Continue reading
I’m a father and spending quality time with my kids is important to me, therefore, today I want to share with you how to keep your kids busy when it rains.
Kіdѕ arе alwaуѕ еagеr tо gо оutdооrѕ and haνе fun wіth оthеr kіdѕ іn thе nеіghbоrhооd, but what іѕ thеrе tо dо whеn оutѕіdе іѕ raіnіng оr іѕ frееzіng соld? Yоu maу want tо fіnd ѕuіtablе aсtіνіtіеѕ fоr kіdѕ whеn thеу nееd tо ѕреnd thеіr tіmе іndооrѕ. Manу рarеntѕ соnѕіdеr оrganіzіng рlaу datеѕ fоr thеіr kіdѕ ѕhіftіng frоm оnе hоuѕе tо anоthеr, but thеѕе рlaу datеѕ arе nоt alwaуѕ роѕѕіblе, ѕо уоu ѕtіll nееd tо fіnd thоѕе іndооr aсtіνіtіеѕ fоr kіdѕ that kеер thеm buѕу and haνе fun at thе ѕamе tіmе.
Takе a lооk dоwn bеlоw at thе fоllоwіng ѕuggеѕtіоnѕ and сhооѕе tо altеrnatе thеm tо іnсrеaѕе thе fun fоr уоur kіdѕ whеn thеу arе соnfіnеd bеtwееn thе wallѕ оf thе hоmе: Continue reading
… the bloggy closet that is!
In the short time I’ve been a resident of the blogosphere I started to find myself (generally speaking, but not always) becoming more drawn to the bloggers I could attach a face to. For me, it just adds a level of personalization; therefore, easier to make a connection with. It’s always nice to put a face with a name; or in bloggyland, a face with an alias, or a title, or whatever.
So with that being said, I’ve decided to slightly expose myself. Whoa whoa whoa… simmer down home slice. Let’s not get too excited here. I just meant I’m going to allow you to see the face behind this sassy little Mommy2¢ blog.
I don’t think you all appreciate how big of a deal this is for me. I’m about 97.8% sure I probably have a couple of stalkers out there somewhere in the world. That’s the kinda stuff you can come to expect when you live an average everyday life in the mid-west. Can you say – walking target?!
I remember in the early 90’s when “Yo mama jokes” started catching on. We would meet at lunch and watch kids in “Yo Mama” battles to see who had the funniest jokes. They were from “Yo mama is so fat” all the way to “Yo mama is so poor.”
Then God being Who He is finds His way into everything so there were jokes with even yes, God as the topic. Jokes such as, “Yo mama is so old, when God said “Let there be light, yo mama flipped the switch!” or “Yo mama is so old, she had Jesus’ beeper number.” (Of course, this was back when everyone had beepers)
I don’t know about you, but back then before ‘Yo mama’ jokes caught on, talking about someone’s mom was fightin’ words, no matter how good or bad of a mother your mom was.
As soon as someone would say, “Yo mama” a fight would be on. Somehow, somewhere, someone turned something ugly into something that was hilarious, and brought everyone together to tell jokes and laugh instead of argue and fight.
One of the most useless and common advice we receive about parenting is to follow our instincts. It´s hard to define what our instincts are and what is our culture talking loud on our reflexes.
The common sense also varies from culture to culture, so if you come from an authoritarian culture like I am, and you count on your common sense, you will most likely end up screaming, punishing and bossing your child around. Om the other hand, I read on the mycareertools.com website that in the US teens can quit high school and parents can not even say a word.
They recommended this great book called Positive Discipline. I realize that if I want to follow the advice on this book, I have to shut down many of my instincts and trust the new information, just like Kate from my career tools says about the need for parents to let go of old ways and even if it means that your son is quitting his high school. There is always the GED test to get a high school diploma, right?
By the time the warm weather gets to us in the Spring, a lot of people are really alarmed when they notice hornets, wasps, or yellow jackets flying around their garden. But be aware that we can consider these creatures very beneficial for our gardens and for us gardeners. Note that I indeed said beneficial!
These insects are beneficial because they are pollinating flowers and eating caterpillars and all sorts of other pest larvae. Of course, I’m aware that they also can sting pretty bad, and there are many people who are allergic to their terrible venom, but for the moment, let’s forget about that, okay?
One day I witnessed a hornet attacking an inch-long worm that was threatening corn plants. It killed it, dissected it, and then took it back to its nest for munching. Since then I consider hornets to be my best friends, and I’ve witnessed hornets chasing slugs!
I’ve had numerous people ask me over the years about my famous linguine. It’s been my go to recipe for a plethora of potlucks. It’s not the only dish I’ve taken to potlucks but, it has been one of the most well received.
One of the reasons I love this recipe is that on busy days, I whip this puppy up and my family is eating a healthy home cooked meal in minutes. I love this recipe! You’ll be surprised at how easy it is!
Linguine with Italian sausage and mushrooms:
1 lb of linguine
2 Tbs of olive oil
1 lb Italian sausage (remove casein)
1 lb of sliced mushrooms (crimini or porcini are best for this recipe)
1/4 c chopped Italian parsley (I love my greens)
4 crushed cloves of garlic (less if you like)
1 10 oz can of crushed tomatoes (try using Muir Glen Fire Roasted Crushed Tomatoes)
Bring a large pot of water to boil. Continue reading
I have been having a rough week. My minor ankle injury has not only contributed to my already steady stream of small stress sources, but it’s taken away from my chronic stress relieving habit – physical activity.
Everyone I know falls victim to at least some degree of chronic stress. Most people don’t wake up in the morning as joyful as my puppies, bouncing around like ping pong balls, licking everything in sight, only worried about whether or not it’s time to go for their daily woods walk.
Instead, we wake up and immediately start tending to our internal chore chart… pee, coffee, email, mentally preparing ourselves for our barrage of tasks at hand (I try to get my GED via online GED lessons), and physically readying ourselves for another work day via hygiene and clothing.
I’ve read a few books over the last 3 months. Here’s my ultra-short reviews (in no particular order).
Patrick O’Brian’s Master and Commander, Post Captain and H.M.S. Surprise: Good, but not outstanding.
O’Brien has a tendency to massively understate keys parts of a storyline and I find that some sub-plots just do not come to a satisfying conclusion.
Richard Morgan’s Altered Carbon, Broken Angels and Market Forces: Great reading, but extremely violent.
Morgan writes reasonably hard SciFi set in the far future (in the case of Altered Carbon/Broken Angels) or some kind of near alternate future (Market Forces).
It’s Lent. I’m Catholic. I had to give something up. You know, because it’s Lent and stuff and that’s what you do. You give something up for forty days and forty nights, and then you go crazy like a glutton on Easter Morning, gorging yourself with everything you gave up on Ash Wednesday.
One year year, I gave up taking career tests, that was my total obsession – I could search the internet for any new quizzes and take them every day. I still love these career and personality quiz but as a mom I have less time to worry about my career just now. Anyway, this year I wanted to give up something even more meaningful.