I Scream, You Scream…

Confession: Chw and I have picked up a hobby… 
While we have entertained the thought of ballroom dancing classes and woodworking ventures we settled on a hobby which reaps truly wonderful benefits… 
We’ve become quite good at ice cream making… Our latest venture was a Blackberry Swirl and it was BY FAR our favorite… SOOOO good! 

Our other deliciousness has included: 
Strawberry Chunk
Vanilla Chocolate Chip
Thin Mints ‘n’ Cream
Cookies ‘n’ Cream
Now that we’ve got the hang of it (and have made the above concoctions more than once) We’re branching out. 
Coming Soon: 
Strawberry Covered Chocolate Chunk 
Smores
White Chocolate Raspberry
What else should we try? 
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Liberation…

Awhile back I blogged about Kelly and really touched a nerve with a lot of you out there. You may not always comment, but my goodness- that post really brought forth the emails, sharing your own broken hearted friendship stories. I loved connecting with so many others, but my heart has remained heavy over the tremendous sadness I read about us doing to one another all under the guise of friendship… 
In that post I touched on my own responsibility to the outcome. While I may have been hurt, the reality is- it is MY decision whether or not I move on or lesson my vulnerability in future relationships. The other thing I may have failed to mention was that I was still facebook friends with Kelly. 
Actually, that isn’t entirely true. You see, i became facebook friends with Kelly AFTER the fact. With every birthday or anniversary I’d wonder will Kelly comment? When a really great photo was uploaded I’d wonder Did Kelly see it? It’s sick, really. 
It wasn’t just her either. My birth father, who has made it quite clear he wants nothing to do with me, was also my Facebook “friend.” {????? I know…} and on rarer occasions those same thoughts would pop into my mind in regards to him. Sometimes I’d go onto Kelly’s page and see the comments declaring what an amazing friend she is, or how unbelievably selfless and wonderful she was. I’d cringe, (maybe, between you and I- gag a little) and then proceed to slip into a grumpy funk for the rest of the day. 
It was all so stupid, and yesterday my truly lovely friend helped me see that. We were discussing my Kelly, and the old “friend” in her life who was her own “kelly”. The topic of Facebook came up and i questioned why I kept myself in such emotional bondage, and why? In some cases I was afraid of what they’d think if I deleted them. Can you imagine? Ridiculous, right? 
So, I declared it a Facebook purge day. I went in and deleted… and Deleted… i deleted Kelly and good portion of our mutual friends. I deleted my father. I let go (and let go) of people. 
And it felt great. 
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Presence Unwrapped…

I’m still reading One Thousand Gifts… I feel so slow… 
One thing I appreciate though, while taking my time, is the goggle like perspective that it leaves me with. I love examining life’s moments through gratitude. I see how such an act effects nearly everything. 
My weekend was so chalk full of beautiful, blessed moments… 
of love… 
 Toothless grins… 
 Cousins…
 Mohawked little boys…
 strong men who make amazing
daddies and uncles…
 sugary sweet snuggles and baby kisses…
 family…
 sun-drenched moments…
 relaxing…
 children pleading…
the answer still being no…
 warm naps in loving arms, after 
laughter and worn-out-play…
 easter bunny chocolate…
 baskets full of sugar for both the belly and the soul…
beauty… 
What gifts are yours today? 
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The Hard Love…

The hard love is telling your daughter the truth. The truth about where she came from, what she’s been through and what she’s seen. Even when she’s small, and fragile… because, it is her truth, and she has flashes of memories she may not understand. 
The hard love is telling your children you are disappointed in their far too grown up choices, and loving them anyway. 
The hard love is the love whose heart breaks when your kid’s hearts break. 
The hard love is the love that candidly looks at yourself in the mirror, every morning, with a pair of honest goggles. It is the love that looks at your insides too. 
This is the love that can one day look your husband in the eyes, years after fighting, and crying and aching and finally- forgiveness… It is the love that gets me to the point of no longer wondering what she looks like, or what her perfume smells of. This is the love that kept me sane when he would travel for work. 
The hard love is love, period… It is the take-everything-from-me sort of love, because the person on the receiving end deserves it. 
Even when they choose the easy love route back… 
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Where Picking Brains counts as a Science project…

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In my life this week…
Lots of weather induced headaches, unfortunately. And I was sued. For something stupid. And the kicker is the company suing me actually said “you could hire an attorney, and you would win. BUT you would spend so much in the process.” Which is true. $1000 lawsuit, versus thousands in legal fees. We’ll pay the suit, thanks. {How is it that no one out there monitors these things?}
That pretty much nutshelled my week. Ho hum… 
In our homeschool this week…
We reconciled out timeline. It has been so neglected. {In case you are wondering what i’m talking about: we have a giant time line where we enter dates for EVERYTHING we’ve ever studied. It’s AWESOME!}
We continued our weather science projects. 
We watched classic movies… *sigh*
Places we’re going and people we’re seeing…
It’s a busy weekend, for sure. Farmer’s market. Family Easter dinner on Saturday. Can not wait! Missing my sister and the kids, for sure. Gearing up for a pretty busy week, next week. The next three weeks, actually. I guess it wasn’t awful that we had a quiet one this week. 
My favorite thing this week was…
Over the weekend we went to a community theater production of Hairspray. Being a Broadway musical lover, I’ll admit I was NERVOUS about this. I feared mid-musical yawns and cringing but the cast was amazing! It was so entertaining that poor Chw clapped so hard I feared his hands may force right through each other! 
What’s working/not working for us…
Working: our timeline. Having virtually ignored it, I forgot how great it was. 
Not Working: this weather! I want to go outside!!! 
Homeschool questions/thoughts I have…
I’m curious about any sort of organized groups other homeschool moms have. Maybe book clubs, science project groups, writers groups, co-ops, etc… I’m just really needing to pick some mom’s brains… 
A photo, video, link, or quote to share…

“You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around – and why his parents will always wave back.” ~William D. Tammeus

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