Wednesday, May 6, 2009

FOR TODAY: Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Outside my window the trees are boasting green leaves!
I am thinking about having another s'more!
I am thankful for internet service so I can catch up with homeschool friends.
From the learning rooms it's Latin and leaves, buds and botany.
From the kitchen I see clean dishes, a clean floor, and blessings of food.
I am wearing khaki capris and a Smokin' Willy's polo shirt. (I served the lunch crowd and go back at 5:00 tonight to serve Smokin' Willy's Babyback Ribs! YUMMO!
I am creating plans for a "Low Country Boil" with friends to take place next week.
I am going to get a better grip on our finances. I can't decide if automatic payments are a good thing or not.
I am reading At the Scent of Water.
I am hoping my Grandma's doctor's appointment went well today.
I am hearing Jorja bark her FEEErocious warning to the robins on the lawn.
I am praying for these United States of America.
Around the house things are good. Everyone is getting along. Yay!
One of my favorite things: Tea at Three (I always enjoy a cup of hot tea with honey around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Today is no exception.)
A few plans for the rest of the week: Sunday is Ethan's 13th birthday. I think we will go to Garden City tomorrow and check out the 3-I show there. It's something he wants to do.
The end justifies the means. Off to make another one!
Desperation 1



S'mores Anyone?

In a moment of solemn remorse I confessed to my sister homeschooling moms to lowering myself to toasting a marshmallow over an electric burner on my stove with a meat fork. I know. I know. But I was desperate! So desperate in fact, that I did it two more times that day. (It does work quite well.) My dear friend Robin had this to say:

Oney, I've been thinking this over and realized that even though you did confess, some chastisement is still in order here. After all, as a homeschool mom, you really should have used a magnifying class to concentrate the light from a home-made candle (I'm sure your backyard bees are producing enough beeswax in their hive) to toast that marshmallow. The toasting time should have been recorded, and compared to the toasting times of subsequent marshmallows, including those of commercial marshmallows versus home-made marshmallows. After you charted the toasting times, you should have re-created the activity for photos, which you then would have used to illustrate your final presentation. You should have included in your presentation a biography of Milton Hershey, as well as the results of your field research on growing grain and producing authentic graham flour for making crackers. I'm sure you'll remember these little details next time.
Robin was shoulding all over me! LOL

(Next time I will wallow in guilt by myself *wink*wink* all while enjoying each crumb, sticky puff and dribble of gooey chocolate. )



Thursday, April 23, 2009

Introducing JORJA BELLE


Jorja is a gift from my husband and my kids for my 41st birthday in February. She weighs all of 5.2 pounds now. She is one smark cookie, too. I've trained her to ring some jingle bells at the back door when she wants to go outside. Ideally, she would ring the bells when she needs to go potty, but for right now she rings them when she wants to go outside. Period. She some times forgets to do her business out there and gets too busy playing.
Honestly, it's like having a 2 year old all over again.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

RTAB (Random Thoughts at Bedtime)

Where on earth (or in this house) can the stapler be? You never really know how much you use a stapler until you cannot find one.

Why is it that I can grow lucious, healthy, bright green plants from a common navy bean in a damp paper towel in a mason jar in the window without trying but I cannot bring a chive seed to life in a pretty planter with the best potting soil, plant food, TLC, and water?

Why is it that my puppy will ring the bells by the back door to signal to me that she wants to go outside...but then comes back in, squats at my feet and potties on the floor?

Don't you think Crayola and Hershey's should work together to make crayon-shaped chocolates? I do.

Does anyone else NEED books around them to feel comfortable?



Here is a picture thought I want to share with you.


The Simple Woman's Daybook Entry



Thank you to Peggy for sharing her Simple Woman's Daybook!
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For Today: Sunday, April 19, 2009

Outside my window the sun is just beginning to kiss the horizon.

I am thinking today has been a nice, warm, beautiful spring day.

I am thankful for a phone call from my daddy. He called just to see how I was doing today.

In the learning rooms pencils are still and book marks stand sentinel between pages.

From the kitchen I admire a full and pleasing pantry.

I am wearing orange print capris and an orange cotton shirt. Bright colors because I am joyful!

I am creating a plan for a tasty Sunday evening meal.

I am going to bed early tonight.

I am reading Uncle Tom's Cabin for the first time ever.

I am hoping my uncle isn't too sad today. Wes, we all miss you so very much but know you are looking at the face of Jesus.

I am hearing songs from my playlist.

I am praying for the warm air to dry up some of the mud.

Around the house there is dried mud. (See above.)

One of my favorite things is my 6 month-old Yorkie pup, Jorja Belle.

A few plans for the rest of this week: Begin training for a September 5K race with my daughter. Plan some good meals for my guys. Make some strawberry bread for tea.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Oh yeah, that.

It's been almost a year since we've had internet in our house. I am happy to have a connection to the rest of the world again. In the past several months I've experienced more, cried more, laughed more, loved more and learned more. Lots of things have changed. I'm still more than just a beautiful mess.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Boys will be boys....

This afternoon I trekked out to the storage shed to retrieve a beaker and some pipets from our science materials bin. We're getting ready to do some scientific exerpiments for homeschool. After I brought the beaker and pipets in this is the conversation I heard:

Eli--Aw kewl! Hey Ethan, Mom brought in a blow-it-up-bottle.
Ethan--Awesome! Moooooommmmmmm....when do we get to blow something up?

Book Cart Drill Team

More on this later. Ethan can't find his shoes. (More on THAT later too!) Back to the Book Cart Drill Team: Can I just say that this really makes me laugh? To check out the video do the following:
1) Scroll down to the bottom of this page.
2) Turn the volume off on "Music That Moves Me"--it's on the top left corner of the music box.
3) Click on the triangle in the middle of the video box under the heading "Book Cart Drill Team)
4) Watch. Enjoy. Laugh.

...and leave me your comments.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

How many points for a frozen Crystal Light cube?

Did you see this? Of course Shamu, Knut, Zhen Zhen can make their goal weight...they have nutritionists, personal chefs, and personal trainers. Meanwhile...I keep plugging along.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Find Their Currency


Okay, Dr. Phil--or wait, maybe it was Dr. Dobson. No, now that I think about it maybe it was Dr. Rosemond. Oh snap, one of those doctors that knows more about raising kids than we do said something to the effect about finding a kid's currency. You know, something that hurts when it's taken away-much like when an adult driver is ticketed and fined ($$ OUCH $$) for exceeding the speed limit.

For a long, long, long time our boys haven't really had any currency. For crying out loud it was just this past Christmas that they got a PS2 and it was a pre-owned one at that. They have had bikes but when you can only ride around on your block and you have two good feet that's not much of a handicap if you get our bike taken away for failing to do chores or if you smart mouth mom. We don't have cable, direct, or dish TV- whoop-de-doo if you take away television. They don't have cell phones or myspace pages. You can imagine that when we give a stern "So, we're going to take away your legos!" we are met with rolling eyes and giggles.
Anyway, long ago we had planned to buy the boys dirt bikes when they proved they had their math addition, subtraction, multiplication and division mastered. Well, they're still working on the division mastery but we had the money (thanks to an income tax refund) and happened to find 2 clean, well-maintained, previously owned Honda XR's in the right sizes within a week. And thanks to my Son-In-Law to be, we got them for decent prices. Thanks for your help Kenning!

Guess what? Whoo Hoo!!! By 9 o'clock tonight both boys were fed, cleaned up, in pj's, teeth brushed, prayered up, and in bed with no jackin' around! We found their currency! Cha Ching!

Organization Swap & Hop--A Little Tip from the Laundress


Lysa has an awsome blog and I hope you'll hop over to read her wisdom. I mentioned in a comment on her blog about my idea that saves time and frustration for me in the laundering area. Take white athletic socks times 3 men and what do you get? A lot of socks, that's what! Laundry is a pain for me. Yes, we probably do have too many clothes. (Thank you Grandma, for pointing that out!) You are right, I don't have a game plan when doing laundry. No, I don't do a load every night. (Thank you dear Mother-in-Law for making that astute declaration!)
BUT I do have the WHITES figured out! Each person in this household who has a p3nis has 2 mesh lingerie bags. LOL No joke. When he takes off his white socks, BOTH socks go into his "Dirty Sock Bag." The next day, when he needs a pair of clean socks, he gets 2 socks out of his "Clean Sock Bag." That night, when he takes off his socks (or, if it's Eli, when he changes his socks 14 times a day) he puts the dirty socks in his "Dirty Sock Bag." So, when the "Clean Sock Bag" is empty for a guy, he knows to throw his now-full "Dirty Sock Bag" into the laundry hamper. I toss the whole bag of dirty socks (times 3 if all the guys are in sync with sock wearing) into the washer and let 'er rip. The whole bag (again, times 3 if all goes well) goes into the dryer. Viola! The "Dirty Sock Bag" is now the "Clean Sock Bag" and the previous "Clean Sock Bag" becomes the "Dirty Sock Bag" and I have not had to sort, pair up, look for missing orphan socks, or --and this is the best part--touch the stinkin', sweaty, smelly white athletic socks of the men I love.
Now, I know you're asking, "Oney, do they really put their dirty socks into the bag?" Well, Rick does without fail. His mamma taught him well to listen to the woman of the house! The boys? Not so much. But we're working on it. Happy washing.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Blasphemy?

This just turns my stomach. It puts a knot the size of my fist right into my gut and heart. D.W. is one of Mary Kay's hot shots. She became a national sales director in a record 3 years or something like that. (It was a very short amount of time from signing her agreement as a new beauty consultant to accepting her appointment as an NSD.) Anyway, the following quote is taken from one of her training/motivational scripts called "The Last Mile."

As a believer in and follower of Jesus Christ, my heart lurched and my stomach soured as I read it. I have to post it here on my blog because it is stuff like this that can create havoc in a woman's life. Do you see what is so wrong about telling women things like this? Do you see why I was feeling like such a huge loser when I couldn't make it all come together in my Mary Kay business? And what is so sad is D.W. is not the only one saying things like this. And there are so many women who are listening and taking words like this to heart. Are you ready for this? Be prepared.


From D.W. (Mary Kay NSD)
"God has been waiting, very patiently, for you to take off your stuffy mental clothes, and put on a robe of full-force, give me more, can't touch this, "you SO need to meet me" attitude that will absolutely dazzle Him. At the end of June, He will want you to account for yourself. Seminar is the place where He can nod His head and say "you've done well". Or can you see Him shaking His head in disappointment...again?"

Just so you realize what significance June has to a Mary Kay director/nsd: June is the fiscal year end for Mary Kay and that is when all the dollars are tallied and the big prizes awarded. Directors strive to make "Unit Club", the vacations, the bonuses, the jewelry (which is solely based on wholesale orders from them and their unit members to the company and/or recruits from July 1-June 30) Seminar is the big rah-rah 2 1/2 day session in Dallas that happens every July. Please understand that I see nothing wrong with setting a goal and working to achieve that goal. However, when you put this kind of sacriligious, smug, and self-serving stuff into the mix there is a huge problem. God, please have mercy on us.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Life Without A Computer

is not fun. I was watching re-runs on dvd of Growing Pains. (Remember that sitcom?) Anyway, it just dawned on me that there are no cell phones, no iPods, no computers-either desktop or laptop-no text messaging, and get this: all the phones in the house are attached to the wall! Go figure. How did we live like that?

Seriously, my computer had been at the doctor's office for several days and I tried to catch up once in a while by stealing glances at my favorite web pages using my hubby's work laptop. Well, I have my computer back now and can't find a thing. It's taking me a little while to find my photos, my favorites, my passwords, and usernames. But I'm glad to have my blogging ability back.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A Pink Truth Entry by "Raisinberry"

NOTE: This was written by a woman who goes by the name "Raisinberry" on Pink Truth. She is a voice of reason among all the others who are still angry, grieving, and shunned by their former Mary Kay directors and NSD's. I will admit I have posted quite regularly on Pink Truth. I have shared my story on the site and I have commented on the discussion board about other topics pertaining to the company, the people, and my experience. It is something I have had to do in order to release the guilt and feelings of failure. It has been part of my healing process just as it has been and will continue to be for others who have found themselves caught up in the system. I couldn't agree more with her sentiments.

Written by Raisinberry for Pink Truth
This is it. All the women who think I am the enemy can breathe a big sigh of relief.

At least till the book comes out!

I only have one more thing to say. What I am about to say causes me the greatest heartache. The life of a current Mary Kay Director is one of desperate denial, and it is the saddest story to tell.

The old timers believe that the Mary Kay life they lived 20 years ago surely must still exist, and their loyalty to all things Mary Kay blinds them to the reality of who they have become, what they have done, and how far off the road they are from being that “woman of excellence” they pretend to be.

This is the single focus I have had, in my sharing with you, all that I have seen in Mary Kay. I am angry that this business, at its heart, is nothing more than a financial cult that preys upon the deepest longings and deepest insecurities of women. I am angry that those within it clutches can not see it, and are discouraged from getting any neutral opinions because from day one, they are urged to identify who in their life is “negative” and summarily dismiss them.

They are taught that any voice of objectivity is a saboteur, and to be avoided, and that anyone that does not believe in the Mary Kay way is a loser... and you wouldn’t want to hang with losers, would you? This is step one in the
“cult” book of divide and conquer.

I have been fueled to fight this cult because I am watching people who I counted as friends go further into desperate denial, chasing something that they believed in, too afraid to look at the reality all around them. They are held by the fear of shunning, and the breakdown of a life spent pursuing a predatory business model.

What can they possibly do now? They can not afford to stop for one minute and evaluate the fictional life they lead. They can not afford to tell the real truth. They can not face where they are. They can not risk the repercussions. They can not face the lie. Anyone who tries to put truth in their face is a demon, and destroyer. They can not see that to turn and stand and fight a financial predator like Mary Kay is a step into the light.

Proof after proof has been offered. Story after story has been shared. This is a numbers game and numbers don’t lie. Unless of course they do not agree with your cherished beliefs. The number of women, churned through the doors of Mary Kay, who have been emotionally, spiritually, or financially harmed, is staggering; it is indefensible. To continue to defend this marketing scheme is to live in denial. So who chooses to do so?

Those who still want with all their hearts to believe in the people, the story, the potential and culture of the Mary Kay they thought was real.

Over the last year I have issued many challenges to MK Corporation and Nationals to “fix” Mary Kay. I am nobody so it was more wishful thinking. I have defended Directors because I truly do not believe that they are doing anything more than what they were taught to do, under a system that robs us all of independent thinking. They are guilty of trust, and for that I can not condemn them.

I have met members of MK’s corporate staff over the years and can not for one moment believe they are evil people. I have spent hours at the expo listening to the pride that most MK Employees have for this company. There is a whole network of corporate staff that can not fully fathom the manipulative practices of the Sales Force. Over the years, I have been made aware by some that Corporate is consistently troubled having to deal with the drama and antics of its sales people.

When you look at the whole package, you have loyalists that are utterly distraught that we here at Pink Truth promote our particular perspective which they deem is “negative”, and we who are outside the pink bubble looking back in, who are appalled that we tolerated the manipulation for so long!

It is two sides of the same coin, and we never get to the bottom of it because we are not allowed to look. Since sales to the consumer do happen, and some women do love the product, there is always that morsel of goodness that helps cement the “con.” People can sell. People do buy. So it really is possible!

What my colleagues fail to acknowledge is that all good cons have some morsel of truth. What they fail to look at is the numbers. The reality. The results for hundreds of thousands of consultants. This company is so frail; it can not stand the scrutiny of the facts. It relies instead on platitudes and “founder's sayings” designed to deflect rational thought! “The cream rises to the top but has to float on a lot of milk.” This is supposed to absolve Directors of guilt for frontloading millions of dollars of unsold product on to “milk.”

Do Mary Kay Corporation and the National Sales Directors know that for the most part there are virtually no “skin care classes” being held? Absolutely. President, Thom Whatley mentioned the average was 1 class a month, as little as 4 or 5 years ago. This little secret is at the base of the denial, as contest after contest attempts to coax consultants into holding more appointments.

When the “on the face, on the go “ marketing idea was introduced, it was clear that MK was attempting to change the selling model into more “on the go” selling, fully aware that classes were a thing of the past. But did they change the way that production was “extracted”? Were inventory packages reduced?

On the contrary. Pam Shaw’s total success package at $5,400 wholesale stormed the nation. The "pearl" level was added. We have watched an ever increasing switchover from “selling” appointments to rabid “recruiting” appointments and guest events each year.

Why? Because our Nationals have trained us that our production is in New Recruits. In my opinion, our nationals abandoned the skin care class, (meaning build a selling area - slow and deliberate) long ago, panicked by the meteoric rise of their young NSD competition. Recruiting was always where the fresh meat was, rather than a 15 year veteran red jacket who actually knew something about the business.

Once “the dacias” (apologies to Dacia) glommed onto the concept, the rapid recruiting era and “one month wondering” was born. These mentalities have left hundreds if not thousands of women in the wreckage of their wake, jetting to the top. We, of course, are now sitting back watching the collapse like a rocket spent in space. For what?

Greed. Get rich quick. But this only exacerbated by an already weak and destructive business model. Ask any CPA in the world. “Dual marketing” is a creative figment of some savvy Director’s imagination. It is a phrase whose meaning is not at all an answer to the question, “Is this a multi-level?” Mary Kay is a multi-level who hates the moniker, and would rather not be likened to an AMWAY. There is frankly not much difference between them.

I have committed the cardinal Mary Kay sin. I have attempted to unravel the complex conditions by which a person gets pulled in, succumbs and then perpetrates the continuing fraud of Mary Kay, in happy denial.

I have been characterized as “negative” when nothing could be further from the truth. A negative person would not have spent the last year attempting to expose, rebuke and convict her colleagues to stop the madness.

My goal has always been to hold up the mirror so that my sisters can see the face they once knew. Before they hardened themselves to the fact that these women are people... not “milk”... not a means to an end.

None of us ever wanted to hurt anybody. All of us loved the fun and camaraderie. We believed in the Pink bubble. We just didn’t want to face the fact that it didn’t exist anymore, and what took its place was a system of self preservation that required us to do whatever it took to maintain appearances.

“Sell the dream!” We swallow hard. What dream? That those of you who got in early make up the less than 1% of DIRECTORS who are making money? And what of our meteors? Our shining young stars? Allison’s Area is now down to 15 Directors and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that the chargebacks are chipping away, invisible to anyone’s eyes.

How ironic is it that adherence to “positive mental attitude - never be negative” is really designed to hide the truth. How frail this system must be that it can not have an honest discussion of where the pitfalls and failings have been. A Sales organization that must prop up its sales force continually to maintain production, while failing to address the cause of its decline, afraid that the slightest addressing of a true negative condition would scatter the worker bees, is perched on a slippery slope.

Before the internet, nobody knew any of this. Nobody except the women in Dallas hotel rooms who shared with their roommates how sick they were inside from all the debt... and even then, fearful that it would get back to their NSD, how “negative” they were. Now add all the other cult-like manipulations of spirituality, speaking for God, disallowing rational thought, “sayings and quips” designed to shut down real concerns, “us versus them” mentality, disrespect of husbands, repetitious sayings, chanting affirmations, conformity, absolute loyalty, love bombing, mega communication, peer pressure and unquestioning submission and you see where dependence on the organization takes over… and objective thought is gone.

I urge Directors and Consultants to stay home from Career Conference. Disconnect from one event. Surely if Mary Kay is all it is said to be, your enthusiasm could not possibly wane from such a great opportunity.

Count your inventory. Add and total all your sales from the last 90 days to 6 months. Look at your time spent at meetings. Look at and total all your expenses. Make no excuses. Make no rationalizations. (“ well I only did the other $2,400 because I wanted to qualify for the ---)

Evaluate what kind of pressure you are receiving to either be a star, a Senior, a red Jacket, on the courts, top ten in any category, on target, DIQ, and whatever else. SEE if your business is profitable. DETERMINE IT. And remind yourself your business now directly competes with Mary Kay sales on EBAY, which number in the thousands for a fraction of what you are selling it for. Oh… they didn’t tell you that?

It is clear to me that Mary Kay has no plans to change marketing plans in any meaningful way. In many ways they are trapped by their own business model as well. They can hope to downsize as Units collapse, reevaluate and restructure and come back a leaner operation, without levels of commissionable personnel. They can raise minimum orders to $600, eliminate personal use consultants, hope to build real sales ability, or go totally to an order as needed model that would stop predatorial frontloading.

They won’t. They can’t face the reality of low consumer sales. Why should they? David Holl and the boys are salivating over new markets overseas that are completely oblivious to the predatory nature of pyramids. Who needs customers when you have consultants?

There are a group of women hurt the most by all this. They are very small. They are the ones who have been honest and forthright, and have struggled to hold appointments, struggled to be all things to their units, stopped frontloading and doing bogus contests designed to manipulate production, continued to teach real sales technique in terms of listening well and filling a need, they do not use fanfare and quips and sayings to shut down their consultants concerns and they can not get real help from their upline because no one will admit that something’s wrong. These ladies will blame themselves. For these women I grieve the most.

But… we were supposed to “Sell the DREAM”. It was a DREAM, alright. Something you invent that plays out only in your mind, until the sun comes up, and you open your eyes.

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Sun Shining Down on Me

I've been in that desert place for so long. It seems like forever. I do remember some time before I began that walk though. I finally feel the sun shining down on me. A few years ago I began the journey in the desert--there are only one set of footprints.

In my head I know I am forgiven. The Bible tells me so. My minister tells me so. My mom and dad tell me so. My husband tells me so. But my heart doesn't. Or didn't. Until yesterday at church.

I have had a very busy week: homeschool lessons, homeschool moms' meeting, housework (sort of), homeschool group day, waitressing--did I mention we had served over 100 Valentine dinner specials at the restaurant? Talk about being bone dead tired come Sunday morning. Sheesh.

I woke up refreshed and we got ready for church without the weekly dash of discouragment the devil usually doses out. I walked into the church, heard the music and suddenly I felt alive again. Not just awake. ALIVE! Humming--"my Savior lives, my Savior lives..." I walked down the aisle (we were a tad late so all the "good seats in the back" were taken LOL) I made my way up to a pew in the front of the santuary. We greet and welcome one another. (Why do church leaders insist on this? It's the dead of winter, shaking hands with a multitude of people and then later taking communion just doesn't make sense, but I digress.)

Then that song begins. It's the one that has brought me to tears over and over the last few years. My aching heart broke each time our congregation sang that song. Sadness and defeat enveloped me. I wondered if I would ever sing that song with the joy intended by the writer.

Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name
I used to sing this song wondering where the plentiful land and abundant streams were.

Blessed Be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name
I found myself in the desert, walking through the wilderness of my actions and sins and I was there for so very long. Days continued to mark the time and I was moving forward each day...it's just that the desert sand went on forever ahead of me.


Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say
In my head, I knew to keep praising Him. There was a reason for this journey. From studying God's word, I know to just keep praising Him and thanking Him. But my heart was another matter.

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name
Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your glorious name
Finally! My heart gave way! VICTORY! Victory over the battle!

Blessed be Your name
When the sun's shining down on me
When the world's 'all as it should be'
Blessed be Your name
Finally! I felt the sOn shining down on me. I know faith is NOT about the feelings-it's about what you know in your mind about God...BUT, this was such a different "feeling"--I'm not sure "feeling" is the right word but the scar tissue on my heart was now fading.

Blessed be Your name
On the road marked with suffering
Though there's pain in the offering
Blessed be Your name
I couldn't get through these words. That's when the tears just rolled down my cheeks. The lump in my throat was the size of the cross on the wall in front of the church. The road marked with suffering was behind me. The pain in what I had to offer my Lord was gone. My songs were now offered with something different.

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say
Blessed be the name of the Lord

I know in this world there will be more troubles caused by my actions or the actions of others. We are sinners. That is a fact. However, I have made it through this time in the desert and the next time darkness closes in on me, I will know it will fade eventually and the sOn will shine on me again. I will once again be carried by Jesus through the desert.

You give and take away
You give and take away
My heart will choose to say
Lord, blessed be Your name
He gives His love. He gives His life. He gives His heart. He gives His blessings.
He takes away the hate. He takes away the death. He takes away the sadness. He takes away bane. BUT--and it is a big but--It is all in His perfect timing. And that is the hardest part.


I lifted my hands in honor of my Lord. (My kids think this is weird but I cannot help it--it's like my heart was commanding my arms.) I lifted my face to feel that sOnshine. It dried the tears.

Friday, February 15, 2008

The Sweetest Valentines

Around here Valentine's Day is met with less than enthusiasm. For us it's just another day. Oh we enjoy the sentiment and all but all of us think it silly. Actually, we kind of make fun of all the hoopla. My boys turn green at the thought of giving some little girl a heart-y card with things like "Let's get together" written on it even if it IS on a Spiderman background. Rick and I think it's ridiculous to spend $7 on a card or $40 on flowers when we need milk and we're out of peanut butter. Morgan wrote an editorial about the over-the-top celebrations of the day last year. I mean really, who in their right minds would have a 36" mylar balloon that plays music delivered to their 3rd grader at school? Is the balloon riding the bus home too?

So we kind of do our own thing around here: The boys chose inspirational Valentines to give out at the homeschool group Valentine party. The one they gave me says: Giving thanks for you. Ephesians 1:16. On the inside it says, "You're a blessing, teacher!" It's going to become a book mark for my Bible. Rick put the Safeway ad on the fridge and circled the picture of the dozen roses and told me, "Here are your flowers. These will last longer. By the way your bottom is getting smaller. Keep up the good work, baby." Then he patted my "smaller" bottom and told me he loved me. And Morgan's Valentine didn't come in the way of a card, or balloons, or even a newspaper insert. She's a teenager; hers came in the way of a text message on my cell phone:
"Thank you so much for being such a great mommy all nineteen and a half-ish years of my life...i know i am who i am cuz of you and dad and all the rest of the family...I'm glad i am strong enough to be alone, emotional enough to know I'm missing something, stable enough to know it won't last, and independent enough to be OK til it does end...you're a great mom! I love you! And am so proud of you and your life!"

Okay...my husband and kids are just precious. Will somebody pass me a tissue?

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Update on the Job

In short: I love it!

The last 4 years I have been perfectly content to hole up in my little cottage and homeschool my kids. (Don't worry about their "socialization"--we do get out of the house and talk to other people.)

I haven't wanted to wear make up. I was perfectly comfortable in my flannel lounge pants and thermal shirt. When you don't put your jeans on at least once a week you don't realize you're gaining weight. That's not a good thing. In the past 4 years I have gained about 20 pounds.

My blood pressure was still running high and the anti-depressants had to be doubled. Not good.

My family practitioner watched me continue to sink into a deeper depression over the 4 years he was my doctor. The last time I saw him before he moved he told me to get a job. Volunteer, find part time work for pay, just something to change the scenery. Something different to think about for a few hours a day.

So, me being the ever follower-of-the-rules, I took a job at a video rental store for 3 evenings a week. I decided to buy our groceries with that money I earned. However, being in a video store, alone, and doing the closing process at 11:30 pm kind of creeped me out. It didn't set too well with Rick either.

I had applied at our local cafe in November because I really wanted to wait tables. This would be even better because I could save money by walking instead of driving to town to work.

About 3 weeks ago the owner called me in for an interview and I was hired and began the next night.

It is everything I wanted it to be. The place is hoppin' --it's excellent food, a comfortable yet trendy atmosphere, my co-workers are neat women and the owners are just incredibly precious, kind and fair folks.

I run my legs off each shift I work but I love it. I love that fast pace for a few hours. I have seen people I haven't seen in a long time. The owners are so shocked and impressed that I know so many people and can call them by name when greeting and serving them. What can I say? It's a small town and I've lived here forever.

The money isn't too bad either. People around here tip very well if you give them the personal service they want when dining out. My job is to make sure our guests are comfortable, content, fed well, and treated with respect. I do my best to do that for every group or individual coming in to the establishment. If I include my hourly wage rate with my tips it figures out that I made $19.25 per hour tonight.

It's been a great part of the healing process. I no longer feel like I'm a failure. It feels wonderful to buy groceries and feed my precious family with money I earned while they were sharing some good father-sons time together. It feels great to feel alive and well and it feels amazing to be able to do something about the debt.

I love to feed people. It makes me happy to cook for people and to see them enjoy food and time together. God is so good. He has allowed me to heal through serving others.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Part of the healing---I am more than just a beautiful mess

Many people have emailed me privately to ask about the meaning of my blog's title. I am trying very hard to overcome some emotional issues and dwelling on the problems of the past can have either a good result or a bad result depending upon the day for me. Some background:

A few years ago I began a Mary Kay business. I borrowed $1200 from my mother in law to buy some inventory upfront and worked hard to get classes booked from classes. I was a star consultant that first quarter of my business. I immediately got approved for a credit card from a bank doing business with Mary Kay and I upped my inventory so I could have a full store and immediately begin taking a profit from my business. After "winning" my first prize (a soft, buttery leather briefcase tote) I immediately fell in love with the idea of winning the star consultant prizes and took to heart the mantra I heard over and over and over: Find a way, make a way, get it done any way. And so I did. I wanted to be on the front page of my director's newsletter and I liked it when she talked about how well I was doing in my business and how smart I was working being a young mother of two and expecting my third baby. She kept talking to me about becoming a sales director and making "big girl pay" and attending the fun retreats, meetings, and luncheons reserved only for sales directors. I liked being a part of a special group.

I charged more inventory orders to reach Star Consultant level. I justified the extra orders because someone might need that Black Raspberry lipstick and she’d probably want two: one for her purse and one for her vanity. I did this several times. Not just to make star consultant level but to make the grade with my director who was always running sales contests and recruiting contests. I spent a lot of money traveling and taking clients to lunches for “informational appointments” and didn’t worry too much about the costs because after all, it was a business expense.


After the birth of my 3rd child, I found I was in qualifications for the red grand am career car offered. He was in the hospital at 2 weeks of age with pneumonia and I was writing recruiting letters and doing interviews on the phone. I do not remember ever rocking my youngest baby. Ever. I would get so close to the sales quota for my team to earn that car and would miss is by a few hundred dollars. This went on for several months until I heard again, “find a way, make a way”. I prayed and prayed for more team members and more sales and a way to make it come together. A few days later, I got a credit card offer. I thought for sure this was God’s way of providing my way to make it happen.


I was tooling around in my shiny new red grand am and found myself in qualifications for directorship and there were so many neat things that the directors or “leadership” got to do that we consultants didn’t get.


Another mantra I heard over and over was “It’s not for the chosen few, it’s for the few who choose.” I wanted to be a director so badly because the Applause magazine listed those amazing monthly checks that the directors were earning and I really wanted to bless my family in the same way.


So, again, I manipulated the money and the credit cards (and sometimes the people) to make it happen. After a couple of months of getting so close I knew I had to make it stick the 3rd month or have to start all over as per the company’s rules. I wasn’t going to let that happen and lose some of the potential unit members to another team. Again, good (bad) timing that another credit card offer came in the mail. I kept praying and praying for God to "enlarge my territory" and put the right people in my path and to give me courage to offer them the dream life I was building. Every time a new credit card offer came I was sure God was ansering my prayers by giving me more financial credit so I could travel more, travel farther, and thus "enlarge my territory" by coming into contact with more new faces.


I debuted as a director of my own sales unit in December of 2001 with several thousands of dollars in credit card debt at my side. Part of it was also on my mother in law’s credit card because at several points during that time I was desperate to make another order and didn’t have any room left on my cards. I wasn’t too worried about it all because I figured with just two or three really good sales/recruiting months in the business and the director’s commissions I could take care of it all. It was just a matter of (another mantra here:) “keeping on, keeping on”. Only losers and consultants without backbone who quit when it gets tough. After several months of making production quotas one month and not making the quotas the next month I began to worry. I would wake up in the middle of the night wondering where the money was going to come from to pay the credit card bills and all the extras I was told I needed to run a successful unit. "Get some household help" was something that the top directors said was a must if you wanted to be able to really grow your business. I hired a housekeeper for 3 mornings a week. I wanted to stay in touch with my unit members and top consultants so I bought a membership to a telephone hotline system.


I also used household funds to buy products to sell or buy extras that I though my business needed in order to make me successful. And, of course, that left us short for household bills so I would charge groceries to make up the difference. At this point my husband didn’t know about most of the debt. I was so afraid of losing my unit and my status of director and the car (that wasn’t really free) and I was so afraid of disappointing my husband and my director. They were so proud of me.So, anyway because I am a person who enjoys “things” and the thrill of winning prizes and the status of “belonging” (probably ALL things that scream, “LOW SELF-ESTEEM”) I was in debt (unsecurred credit card and store accounts) to the tune of $24,000.


After a few months of working my tail off driving all over God’s green earth to hold facials/classes/interviews and going backwards (losing customers to other consultants, losing consultants who really didn’t want to work, losing my mind trying to keep God first, family second and MK third which in reality was MK 1st, 2nd & 3rd–btw, one director even told me that sometimes in order to keep God first and family second we had to temporarily put MK first) I had a nervous breakdown.


I told my husband everything. My blood pressure was off the charts, I was having migraines, my baby was suddenly 6 years old (WHEN did that happen??) The most vivid memory of his infancy was the time he was in the hospital and I was writing recruiting notes and letters to prospective consultants. I don't remember just rocking my baby.


My husband was disappointed but he loved me through that day and we set up payment plan. He got another part time job (in addition to his full time job and another part time job). I let the unit dissolve and I decided that I had to close my business. I began working part time and decided to homeschool our children to make up for lost time. That part (the homeschooling) has saved my life. Literally. It has given me a true purpose and a feeling of value and worth and has given me the opportunity to rock my baby while reading books to him. They are thriving in their education and we are still plugging away at paying off the debt I incurred.


I did it. I own it. It is not the company’s fault. It is not my director’s fault, nor is it my unit’s fault. I did it. It is my fault. There are a couple of anti-MK websites out there that are beginning to really make some headway in cautioning other women about how Mary Kay works and more importantly the ways it doesn't work. I was so relieved to find out that the feelings and misgivings I had about my MK business were not reserved only for me. Thousands of other women have gone through the same thing. While I agree that "no one held a pink gun to my head" to make me order I have to admit some of the comments and practices can make you want to order (or buy something or go somewhere) because "what if?" Mary Kay Ash said to never give up because success is right around the corner. I was so afraid if I didn't go ahead and do what was suggested to me I would miss my "right around the corner" success.

This process of healing is something I can compare to mourning. I know that sounds absolutely ridiculous but for me that's how it has been. One day I closed the meeting room door in the church where I held my unit meetings. At that point, I turned to my mom (a consultant and unit member of mine) and just cried. I knew at that moment that my days in Mary Kay were over. I was weary. I was broke. I was disillusioned. I was saddend. I felt like something in me died. And in reality it was a death. It was the death of a dream I had. It was the death of something I had so "vividly imagined and ardently desired." My dream was something that had become such a part of who I was or at least who I wanted to be. And it was gone. I have been going through the normal stages of grief and it has taken a while.

The first part was realizing the lies:

Lie # 1: Directors in Mary Kay say, "It isn't for the chosen few, it's for the few who choose" but that is a lie. Here is the truth: God's plans for me trump any plans I have for myself. God has a much mightier life in store for me and I must be in His will to see it.

Lie # 2: Keeping your business challenges/problems to yourself and not sharing them with your husband is just good business sense. They rationalize this by saying that if your husband knew about the debt, the number of cancellations, the hours on the phone with no results etc. will only make him crabby and then, seeing you upset, he'll urge you to quit the busienss. This is a lie. Here is the truth: Keeping things from your husband, unless it is a surprise for him, is NOT honoring or respecting your husband. I wonder how many marriages have crumbled because of the deception that follows. God wants us to be helpmates to our husbands. I certainly did not do anything to help my husband during those years.

Lie # 3: Fake it 'til you make it.
Here is the truth: Pretending that you live a lifestyle that you cannot really afford is a travesty.

Lie # 4: Mary Kay gives you friends for life.
Here is the truth: Since I quit Mary Kay my "sister directors" don't even know I exist. They weren't true friends, I know that now. They cheered for me when I was working to win a contest or make it to a new career level. They stopped caring about me when I was no longer a part of the "Big Girls Club."

Lie # 5: The average new director makes about $30,000 her first full year as a director.
Here is the truth: There are too many expenses as a director to make that much. I invite ANY first year director to show me her SCHEDULE C income tax form. I truly would love to see $30,000 net income for a first year sales director.

There are so many more but I'm getting down thinking about it all again. I read some of the stories on one of the anti-MK websites and here is one that really sums it all up.

I began my business with this great picture in my imagination of being fabulously happy and successful. Driving the perfect car, on my phone, talking to fabulous, happy people, feeling powerful and successful...Then I saw that the women I had to talk to and work with are NOT happy when my job is to call them and talk to them about what they're doing and not doing with their business. They can call it "mentoring" all they want, but my consultants saw it as BADGERING. They are going to do what they want to do. No amount of badgering, girl-talk, encouragement, praise, etc. will make it any different. If you keep talking to them long enough, they'll tell you what you want to hear and THEN just go do what they want to do anyway. I started to feel it when they would see my number on caller ID and not answer. I felt like every waking moment I had to be "ON" and looking for my next victim! I couldn't be nice to people just because I wanted to be nice. I always had to get something from them. It melts your integrity away bit by bit. Even if you are a nice person, that nagging question you always have in the back of your mind: "Will she book? Will she sign on? What can she do for me? Who does she know?" keeps you from really feeling good about what yourself. I remember the wonderful (not sarcastic, she really IS) Carolyn Ward doing so incredibly well in this business, receiving millions of dollars for her MK retirement. What a beautiful person she is and we ALL really wanted to be just like her. We just can't. Period. Fortunately for Carolyn, she got into MK a very, very long time ago and had a completely unsaturated market to work with! She also built her business at a time when women were staying home and raising their children - not working! A Makeup Party/Skin Care Class/Whatever, was a welcome change for them! It wasn't a huge imposition the way it is now. With most women working these days, and not bored at home, waiting for the latest and greatest interruption in their dull lives, the last thing they want to do is clean, bake cookies, be told they're not allowed to serve wine for a party for YOU. And then, find a place to put her husband, pets and children for the evening! And to top it all off, try to find some people who are not all Mary Kay'ed out to invite over so YOU can make money from her girlfriends! (If she only knew now little we were making! Ha!) In MK, they have a way of making us feel like MK is the ONLY job in the world - especially if you're good at it! 'What in the world will you do? You'll just be another quitter! Another loser! If you quit MK, then you'd quit anything! You're a loser!" That really is how your upline will make you feel when you want to walk away. I know. I did it to my downline. It's part of the J-O-B. The truth is, there are a million jobs out there for all of us. What did you learn in your MK business? People skills, management skills? Time management? Make up artistry? Really stop to think about it. We have so much more to offer than the MK cult wants us to think we have! After all, if they can make us feel like MK is all we're able to do, we won't leave, will we? I recommend spending some quiet time just stopping to think. Stop being angry, forget about the debt you incurred for a few minutes and really THINK about what it is that YOU have to offer. It's far more than they've lead you to believe.

PS. The last thing I heard Carolyn Ward say in her last speech where I was present was, "...now that I'm retired and I can say whatever I want, I am going to tell you this. If you want to be successful in MK, I mean really successful, you need to know that this business is 24/7. You cannot have really big success working 20 to 40 hours each week. You just can't...." ...Doesn't that just say it all. Coming from the Number 1 person in the entire company year after year.

So, it's been a few years now but I am healing. My raw soul hurts less and less. I feel less guilt each day for the debt I accumulated. I feel more empowered each day for getting through the fire. You know that poem about the footprints in the sand? Well, if I could look back over the last 5 years there would be only one set of footprints...those would be God's footprints, carrying me through each day. I'm beginning to set my own footprints down now. And there are two sets of footprints now because I know that I am truly walking with my Lord now.

I am a stay at home mom who has chosen to homeschool "the babies," my daughter has become a young adult and she is one of my best friends now, my husband and I are on the same page and he has shown me so much grace and forgiveness for all of this mess. We are poor; but we are richer than anyone else I know. We still have debt but together we are working on that. I wait tables at the little cafe here in town 3 nights a week and love it: Really LOVE it. It makes me feel so good that I can do something to help with the finances. I am healing. The hurt is almost gone and now I am ready to minister to others who might have gone through the same things with Mary Kay. Oh, I am still a mess...but I am a beautiful mess and God is making me more than just that.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Oh Those Puppies!


Morgan and Kenning have a " Puggle." You know, one of those "designer breeds" (didn't we used to call them 'muts'??). Scoutabout is a Pug/Beagle cross. He looks like a miniature black lab. Scout is one smart pup. He is a cutie and he knows it. He is also a pill. There are many stories I could tell about Scout but I won't. I'll just tell you about the most recent. (Actually, this happened last week so it might not really be the most recent; I haven't talked to Morgan today.)

Anyhoo, we bought Morgan a new cell phone for Christmas. She chose the saucy little Jute (Juke?) phone in a notice-me-now red. Complete with blue tooth and all the other fancy little dodads that go with cell phones of today. ----You can see where this is going can't you?----

She was talking to Kenning on the phone the other night and fell asleep with the phone on her chest. Because she fell asleep she neglected to put Scout in his kennel for the night. (If she leaves him out they have no usable toilet paper the next morning because the pup shreds it all and strings it from end to end of the apartment. But that's another post for another day.)

Well, she wakes up the next morning and Scout has chewed her phone into pieces. She replaces the phone and has the common sense not to charge this one to us. LOL When she finally gets up the nerve to tell us, Rick and I just start laughing. A while later I texted her and asked her what Scout's phone number was. Her reply: a very short, to the point, "1-800-ima-butt"

I think he was just getting back at her for putting him in a Build-a-Bear set of pajamas on Christmas Eve and then taking his picture.

Living

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Living
If I had only a few months to live I would not travel...



alone. I would ask my children and husband where they wanted to go and we would take many mangificent trips--all of us--laughing, taking pictures, finding utter JOY in each and every second.

I would not sleep...



alone.I would buy the biggest bed available and the most comfy pj's and the softest blankets for each of us and we'd all sleep together, cuddle, pray, cry and rest.

I would not eat...



alone. I would cook with my kids and we'd make sure we had all of our favorites well stocked even if they weren't health foods. We would savor every bite and every sip while looking across the table into each others' souls.

And I certainly wouldn't waste time reading books...



alone. I would pile the best of the best books all around us and I would read to them with enthusiasm, without yawns. I would bring the books to life with character voices and rhythm and intonation and inflection so that my voice would be impressed upon their minds.

I would not sing...



alone.I would have our favorite praise music playing and we would all sing and learn the words and praise Him for the time and love we were able to share.

I would not take pictures of my kids...



alone. I would have someone else take pictures of me and my husband and my kids: living, eating, traveling, reading, singing, praying, laughing, loving and living all together.

I would not let my kids go out to play...



alone. I would run, jump, ride dirt bikes, fish, hunt, shop, cook, make lists, play board games, play tag, play cars, play beauty shop, play Barbies~anything they wanted to play I'd be first in line. One game I wouldn't play would be hide and seek.

I would not pray or go to church...



alone. My kids wouldn't go to Sunday School or Children's Church or Youth Group. Instead, we would be in the sanctuary, sitting in the same pew, holding hands, lifting them to our Father worshipping and praising Him for our life together.

I would not die...



alone. I would have my loved ones surrounding me and as the Savior came for me I would lift up my arms and reach for Him and my loved ones would see the pure joy light upon my face and they would know that I was in paradise with the Father. I would wait for them in Heaven and would pray they wouldn't live another day...



alone.

Moving Day

Originally published Thursday, July 05, 2007 at Tea at Three

Three Favorite Cookie Recipes

Today I am treating all three of my readers to three of my favorite cookie recipes!
First, every baker must have a cookie that she can whip up in a moment's notice. I have made these Chocolate Chip Cookies for years and actually, they were a best seller during my days as owner and proprietor of The Cottage Bakery. I have this recipe memorized. This recipe produces a soft cookie.
Soft Chocolate Chip Cookies
Ingredients:
2 sticks of Blue Bonnet margarine
2 cups brown sugar
2 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla extract
3 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
2 Tbsp. powdered buttermilk mix* this is usually found near the canned evaporated milk
2 cup milk chocolate chips
Directions:
Please read and follow. This is a little different than most cookie recipes.Mix the margarine, brown sugar, eggs and vanilla well. Mix in just 2 cups of the flour, the baking soda, and salt. Add the buttermilk mix powder (dry) and then add the remaining 1 1/2 cups flour. Mix well. This will be rather thick. Stir in chocolate chips. Make round balls of dough and place them on an ungreased cookie sheet. Bake 12 at a time at 375* for about 10 minutes. Don't overbake. Remove from cookie sheet onto a wire cooling rack. This recipe makes about 3 dozen or so cookies.
Some extra information:I have tried this recipe with other brands of margarine and I made them with real butter. For some reason the Blue Bonnet margarine produces a better cookie in my opinion for this particualr recipe.Also, I have used chopped up pieces of Dove Milk Chocolate Candy Squares instead of regular milk chocolate chips. The Dove chocolate lends an entirely "richer" taste to these cookies.You can also use minature chocolate chips (I've only found these in a semi-sweet chocolate) and make minature cookies. To do this, simply use a baby spoon (small bowl with longer handle) to drop small amounts of dough on the cookie sheet. Bake for just 6 minutes and then check them. You might have to bake them a minute or two longer but just watch them closely. Miniature chocolate chip cookies tend to be very elegant, yet familiar for showers, club meetings and such.
Next I'll share a favorite from my youth. My great-aunt Mary made these soft, buttery delights all the time and when we'd go to visit Aunt Mary she'd put the cookie jar (do people even use cookie jars anymore?) and a pitcher of sweet tea on the table and life was good!
Coconut Cookies
Ingredients:
2 sticks of Blue Bonnet margarine
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 Tbsp. vanilla extract
2 3/4 cups flour
2 tsp. cream of tartar
1 tsp. baking soda
1/3 tsp. salt
1 cup flaked coconut
3 Tbsp. white sugar
Directions:Cream margarine, sugar, eggs, and vanilla. Add dry ingredients and mix well. Stir in coconut.Roll dough into balls and roll in extra sugar. Place on ungreased cookie sheet and bake at 400* for 6-8 minutes. Remove from oven when just the edges are slightly brown.Extra information:If you let these cookies overbake they will end up hard and crunchy. I enjoy a soft cookie.To make "Snickerdoodle Cookies" omit the vanilla and coconut. Mix dough into balls and roll in a cinnamon/sugar mixture and bake as directed.
Need some chocolate? I love these Chocolate Drop Cookies. They are from my Gramma Jane's recipe box. I once read where warm cookies and cold milk in the afternoon are actually good for you. These cookies are scrumptious.
Chocolate Drop Cookies
Ingredients:
1/2 cup Blue Bonnet margarine
1/2 cup shortening
1 1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
1/4 cup cocoa powder
3 1/2 cups flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. salt
1 cup milk
2 tsp. vanilla extract
1 cup chopped walnuts (can be omitted)
Directions:Cream margarine, shortening, sugar, and eggs. Mix dry ingredients in another bowl and then add this alternately with the milk and vanilla. Stir in walnuts. This will be rather thick. Drop by spoofuls onto a greased cookie sheet. Bake for 8 minutes at 400*. You might have to grease the cookie sheet inbetween baking. Serve warm with cold milk for a delightful and child-like experience!
Enjoy! Let me know what you think about them!
Posted by ~~~~~~~~oney~~~~~~~~ at 6:46 AM 2 comments
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Moving Day

Originally published on Monday, October 29, 2007 at Tea at Three

He Just Wants to be Normal.

My youngest son was having a particularly hard day Saturday. You know, up too early- played too hard- ate too much junk food-got into too much trouble- etc. Well, by the end of the day he had managed to irritate me enough that I sent him to bed without any supper. *collective gasp here*After the usual door slamming, fit throwing, toy tossing episode he succumbed to lying on his bed sobbing. Poor kid was exhuasted. After I determined it was safe for entry, I went in to hold him, hug him and talk with him about his behavior and to reassure him that I did too love him.Here is how the conversation went:
Him: I hate my life.
Me: Wow, Son. That's too bad. Can you tell me what you don't like about it? Maybe I can change it.
Him: Well, I just want to be normal.
Me: Normal? How are you not normal?
Him: First, how many kids do you know who have a bike?
Me: *thinking* Hmm... I think almost every kid I know around here has a bike.
Him: Exactly. Everyone but me.
Me: True. Your bike is pretty much kaput. How many have you had in your life though?
Him: Four
Me: So, it's just that right now you're without wheels and that makes you angry.
Him: Yes. And Nathan, Sterling, Logan, JJ, Keaton-they all have Play Stations. We'll never have one of those.
Me: Right. Your daddy and I think there are better ways to play than video games.
Him: But it would help with my hand and eye coordination.
Me: True. But so do other things like playing catch, building things with Legos.
Him: An Trick or Treating. We're not getting to do that this year.
Me: True. We'll be and Nana & Papa's. But you've been able to go every year in the past. This year it didn't work out. You're getting to go to the children's symphony though.
Him: I hate the symphony.
Me: How do you know? You've never been before. You get to do a lot of things other kids don't get to do.
Me: You know, homeschool is not normal. Do you want to go to public school?
Him: No, homeschool is good. I'm fine with that. It's just that we don't have all the things other kids have. We don't have a camper, a pool, video games, paint ball stuff, a pool table all kinds of stuff.
Me: Really? You have a daddy who works very hard to make it so we have a home, food, so that I can stay home with you and teach you. It comes down to me working at nights. Is that what you want? Because that's what it would take in order to give you all those things you want.
Him: No. I would miss you at night.
Me: I love you Eli.Him: I love you too Mamma.
Posted by ~~~~~~~~oney~~~~~~~~ at 4:38 AM

Moving Day

This entry was moved to Beautiful Mess from Tea at Three.

Originally published on Thursday, November 08, 2007

Conversation with my daughter:
Daughter: Mom, here's that book I think you should read.
Me: Looks interesting. Is it one that everyone should read before they die?
Daughter: Umm...no. It's one everyone should read before they live.
Me: (speechless at the thought of how profound this girl can be.)

Saturday, January 26, 2008

My Very Own Food Network Cooking Show

Tonight when we had a smidgen of down time at the restaurant Linda told me that Willy told her that watching them cook through the ticket window DOES NOT make them cook any faster. I told her to tell Willy it was like having a front row seat to a cooking show.

It's better than watching smellivision.

Oh yea, Willy has a sign by the door that says "Real men bar-be-que." Cute.

Shoulding on you again....


Find a copy of the movie "Flywheel" and watch it with your husband. You really should.


Friday, January 25, 2008

The Last Sin Eater


Have you seen this movie or read the book? You should. (Yes. I am 'shoulding' on you.) Your local Movie Gallery may have it or you could possibly get it on Netflix and add it to your queue. Your public library most likely has a copy of the book by Francine Rivers. Unfortunately Amazon has no copies currently available.


Synopsis: Living in 1850's Appalachia, 10-year-old Cadi Forbes is wracked with guilt over the death of her sister. To allay her guilt, she asks for help from a man known as The Sin Eater, but in the process of finding redemption, Cadi uncovers secrets that could tear apart both her family and her community.
Starring:
Liana Liberato , Henry Thomas ... View Full Credits
Director:
Michael Landon Jr.

Babyback Ribs! Yeah Baby!

Last night at Willy's Linda told me to be ready for tonight. They "try very hard to get everyone in."

Tightening up my sneakers.....