Thursday, April 12, 2018

Progression of my mornings

the night before ......
I’m setting the alarm nice and early.  I’ll walk for 40 min, meditate for 15, have time for a healthy breakfast and coffee, then shower, make the bed, pack a lunch and head out with 10 min to spare.

First snooze......
Damn! Guess I’ll walk after work.  I’ll even go to the gym

Second snooze.......
Ok, I’ll meditate after supper.  That’s better for sleep anyway

Third snooze........
So I’ll pop a bagel into the toaster and eat an apple on the way

Fourth snooze.......
Shower definitely but I can make the bed after work.  No one but us sees it anyway

Fifth snooze........
I’ll eat at Arby’s near work

Sixth snooze.....
Granola bars in the car are healthy, right?

Seventh snooze.......
Where’s my dry shampoo?

Will I ever become an adult?

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

And I'm getting older, too......

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love ?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thought the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too......
LANDSLIDE by Stevie Nicks
Been musing quite a bit on life, on growing older, on children leaving home.  My baby, my youngest, graduates high school this spring.  And thus ends my life as a Mom with kids at home.  I tried so hard to be present, just BE, for every second but still the years whooshed past. 
So this past Saturday I sat listening to her choral concert, knowing we have one more performance until I'm done being a parent in the audience.  The grieving thoughts started, and the empty hole grew in my mind. What does this next step hold for me? Someone who never had a clear vocational niche?
As if being whispered in my ear, the alternative view came.
As I have always believed, everything we do in kindness or love creates karma that balances the bad.  Each act sends an "invisible bubble" of perfection into the air of our collective human consciousness.  Each phase of life offers us unique chances to create bubbles.
Each kiss.
Each kind word or wish.
Each tear shed in grief.
Each donation.
Each laugh.

All send up "bubbles" of love and joy that surround us and our fellow earthlings. This thick layer of love is insurance against the hate and anger.  So the next step, as every step before, is to find as many opportunities as possible to make bubbles!  Perhaps I found my niche after all.

Monday, December 12, 2016

President elect Trump


Saturday, February 13, 2016

Frank has a problem

I'm really tired of this hating on the poor, really really feckin tired.

I got into it with a friend. Let's call this friend Frank.  Frank gets his boxers all in a twist at the idea of food stamps, you know, the old "why do I have to work so hard to feed someone who's not willing to work?"

All Frank sees is lazy people all over America taking $20 bills out of his pocket to fuel their drug-addled existence.  Frank refuses to look at facts because they destroy his narrative.  The FACT is that most food and housing assistance folks are white, are working full time, have less than 2 kids, and are off assistance within 2 years.  Literally extending your hand to help a fellow American get back on his feet.

What Frank also refuses to see is the FACT that obscenely wealthy individuals and corporations are indeed taking $100 bills out of his pocket to subsidized corporate jets, off shore accounts, bonuses to failing CEOs, and vacation homes.

Only one of these facts makes Frank's blood boil.  Frank has a problem.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

What the Kale???

If you are expecting me to say I've just been to busy to blog, you'd be wrong.  I've been way too lazy to blog.  I had literally 2 months off for foot surgery and didn't blog one single word.  Go ahead and judge me.

But as always, when I find a good recipe to share I go straight here.  Giving credit where credit is due, I found this on Pinterest and followed it here.

Since Kale is the latest hipster vegetable, and will be available by the truckload at midwestern farmers' markets, you need something delicious to make from it.  This is a big hit at my place.  For this and other Pinterest recipes I've tried go here.

ounces cream cheese, softened.  Lowfat would be just fine.

15oz can of artichokes, drained
ounces greek plain yogurt or light sour cream
cup shredded Parmesan cheese
cup shredded Mozzarella or Swiss cheese, and a bit more for topping at the end.
teaspoon garlic salt
ounces kale, chopped (about 8-10 cups)

Mix it all together with a mixer - or by hand if you're stronger than me.  Then put it all in a pie dish or something similar.  The kale will cook down,
Bake at 400 for about 20 minutes.  Add more cheese on top during the last 5 minutes.
Serve with crackers, tortilla chips, raw veggies, compact discs, pencils, up to you.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

You get what you need

You can't always get what you want, but sometimes you get what you need.

WANT a lot more money and economic security
GET a nice roof over my head, food in the house, and a healthy family

WANT someone to take care of me, make me toast, and mother me
GET a hubby who keeps the walls up, shovels the snow, lifts the heavy objects

WANT a youthful face with perfect makeup and no chin hairs
GET to be alive

WANT world travel
GET a great extended family and friends to visit, just a few hours away

WANT a well appointed home with fabulous art, expensive rugs, and all the little extras
GET a home with central heat, comfy chairs, and a cuddly cat

WANT great kids
GET great kids!

WANT a comfy new car with in dash GPS, heated seats, moon roof, and tinted windows
GET a pretty darned nice car with high miles that's paid for and cute to boot!

WANT hot coffee with half and half
GET hot coffee with half and half

Sunday, January 25, 2015

SICK is my middle name

How in the world did I get sick so soon after my Holiday O'Influenza??!!
I'm down again, but this time I get aches so bad it hurts to use the potty.  And a fever of 102.  You could cook an egg on me, but please don't because every inch of my skin hurts.  I had read that Hot Toddies are good for this, so I mixed up a bit of tea, honey, lemon, hot water, and whiskey.  It tasted like compost juice, but I drank it down.  Just felt sicker and a bit stupid.

I've been laying on the sofa slipping in and out of conciousness.  Property Brothers and Mike & Molly have entered my sick dreams, where coworkers insist that I choose the granite for the new office space even though I'm clearly in my pajamas being arrested for smelling so vile.

I need a magic immune system bullet.