I'm throwing myself a pity party right now. I guess it is due to the overwhelming feelings burying me under. I have a pan of brownies baking, the ones with peanut butter cups baked in. Perhaps a whole pan will help me feel a little better. Or give me a stomach-ache. We'll see which happens first. I'm betting on the stomach-ache.
Life has been very chaotic summer, and back to school time has only stretched limited time even thinner. I think I need a day to clean. My house is a tornado recovery zone, one that could be considered a federal disaster area. There just isn't any desire, nor much time to dedicate to the amount of work it will take to get it on track.
How do we do it? How do we think we can handle it all, mothering, work, extra-curricular activities, school, and church? I'm not sure anyone can. Something always falls into the neglected category, and more often than not, it is my house.
Anyone want to invent a cleaning robot, or better yet, know the number of a good cleaning fairy?
Welcome to my digital writing journal, or mydigitalclutter. What started as a family blog almost two years ago has morphed into my writing therapy. This is where I do a lot of free writing, mostly about my life with my family and the things that catch my interest. While nowhere even close to perfect, in each post I like to see how my writing is changing with time and practice. Most posts are left unedited for this reason, so if you don't mind, take the journey with me.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
All of the tears and gnashing of teeth finally paid off with her dancing to three of the four dances in her category. She hasn't learned the fourth yet, but hopefully soon!
She was beaming with pride and accomplishement as she was awarded a first place medal in the Scottish Lilt, her favorite dance. There were only three girls in her age catagory, but to be honest, she did pretty well considering they were 15 and 16 years old!
Now, to the costume. It was amazing. Thanks to Daniel, his mom Aneta, and his sister Becky, they were able to outfit her in style. Take a look at the vest!
|A First and Third! Way to Go!!!|
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I’m putting this out there. I really don’t care that it can be chalked up to an embarrassing moment, but really, one is having a bad day, when around 6:00 pm, I finally realize, I’ve worn my underwear inside out all day. Yes, all day.
*Image from Google*
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
I have a new obsession....Pinterest. Just take a look:
I've spent far too much time pinning and pining over pictures of darling things. Things to make. Things to dream on. This that are beautiful. Things that are disturbing (although I don't see too many of those). I've been having a blast adding to my boards, a plethora of items to make and create. Pure eye candy.
|My dream library..in my home. Yes a dream.|
|I want to make these. Right. Now.|
|Umm, Duh. Of course it is.|
|Much better than my yellow ones in Uruguay|
Dance has been a spot of contention among us. I want her to dance, something I always dreamed about doing, but either never felt coordinated enough to pursue, or confident enough to attempt. Abbie on the other hand, talks as though she wants to dance, and enjoys her lessons. Practicing is something entirely different. She abhors the structured time and I wonder if the fight is worth it.
She told me she was committed to dancing in a competition this summer. I am a bit concerned, because to be ready, practicing will play an enormous role in the achievement of this commitment. Will she make choices to attain her goal? At this point, I hope and pray that she does. Not just for my sake of seeing her in kilt and ghillies, dancing a lovely fling, but because at the same time she talked about the other commitments she has made in her life.
Abbie knows my expectations of her. She knows good behavior from bad, and knows her limits. I can't take all the credit. She is an extraordinary child and has a good head on her shoulders. Many family members and friends have made choices and she sees the consequences. That right there is a teacher of some import.
From the time she was small, I would joke with her father, "Abbie won't date until she is 30!" Partly for my own sanity, as well as to tease her. She has taken up the mantra and committed not to date until she is 16, nor to have a boyfriend until then. She spoke of these things lightly and I wasn't sure how they had sunk in, until a conversation we had, just last week.
There is a boy. In her class at school, who told her she was looking pretty cute. Oh my. I'm not ready for this. She asked me what she could tell him if he asked her to be his girlfriend. All I had to say, "What are your commitments, Ab?" She recited them, and asked me how to tell him nicely, they could just be friends. I won't pretend that the conversation will not get harder as the years go on, but for now, I'm glad she knows what being committed to something means.
Her list is long. I don't mind. Every commitment is a good one, and one that will enable her to have a life that both she and I pray for. She will not be burdened by undue hardships such as substance abuse, pre-marital sex and those consequences, or irrevocable body piercings or other bodily markings. She will grow up and be mature and ready for the opportunities that come her way, unencumbered with the baggage these choices could bestow upon her.
I'm sure there will be times when these commitments will be tested and tried. Boundaries will be pushed, but the choices have already been made. There will never be the need to make them again if she sticks with what she had already decided.
Monday, May 16, 2011
A couple of weeks ago, the Young Women's group decided to head out to the bird refuge that is just a couple of miles down the road from my house. The weather was perfectly sunny, the evening cool, and it was just nice enough to avoid the rabid mosquitos that frequent the wetlands. I was attempting to take some cool pictures, and tried to focus on some depth of field shots. It was a blast as I walked through the different areas. The birds are just now coming back for the summer months, so no fabulous bird pics.
I was enthralled with the scene. Dead, decaying foliage, gray from the winter, with shoots of green peeking through, as if to say, "I'll triumph over winter bleakness yet!"
It felt good to stretch my legs and feel the wind on my cheeks. Of course, the girls were rambunctious and their laughter carried on the breeze.
As a family, we have taken time to walk the boardwalk around the sanctuary. Various birds call to each other and the buzzing of grasshoppers and bees, as well as my nemesis the mosquito, join the chorus. It is nature and as such, to be enjoyed.
Friday, February 11, 2011
|Photo from Google Images|
There has been quite a bit of media attention since the firing of four Wal-Mart employees in Layton, UT the past few days. I only live a hop, skip, and a jump from this particular store, and have shopped there frequently due to the locality and convenience of it. It’s easy to jump in the car, and in one minute I can shop for a gallon of milk that is reasonably priced. Today, that stops.
I no longer feel safe to go there. A man held a gun against the back of an employee, less than a mile from my home. The store fired this employee and others who helped disarm the man. How am I to feel when the store advocates that nothing be done? The man could have been left alone, as Wal-Mart’s policy seems to suggest, to brandish his weapon on any shopper in the store. Apparently, the safety of the company’s customers and employees is farther down the priority list than they state. It angers me.
I am lucky I have a husband that can protect me and my children by his own training and demeanor, but not everyone has that luxury. Regardless of your view, or mine on gun rights, it angers me to know that I am no longer safe in a store so close to home. No, the gunman should not have had access to a weapon, but the fact is he would have found some way to access one. He was caught in the act of committing a crime, and decided to brandish his weapon to get away. To keep us safe, four employees took him down, keeping him away from customers until police could arrive and arrest him.
I read another article today in the paper. Another employee was fired from a different location for protecting another employee from her abusive husband, WHO WAS ABUSING HER IN THE STORE!!! In front of customers! So apparently, the employees of this chain are such a disposable commodity, their personal safety in the workplace is of so little value, everyone should stand back and watch crimes being committed against them. I think not.
I feel that these employees are heroes. They protected the consumers, the employees, and the public at large. If the store is so “concerned” why not start a training program on how to disarm gunmen, or deal with abusive spouses? Better yet, why not have those they just fired, teach the program? They seem to have it under control.
I will no longer be shopping at the store less than a mile from my home. I will gladly make the drive across town to a competitor, pay higher prices, and embrace the inconvenience of it. I won’t spend my hard earned dollars at a place where the safety of employees and customers is rewarded with job loss. I know this isn’t the answer to solve the problem, but for my own peace of mind, it is what I need to do. Off my soapbox now. Phew. Thanks for listening to my rant. :)