{The best and the worst of…}

{fifteen}

{sixteen}

Weird, WEIRD weekend…

the best and the worst:
Best- Amanda made it home safe and it was so good to hug that girl and have her home.
Worst- she came home with food poisoning- which made for a horrendous day of flying, for her.
Best- found out when Lucas will be home between training and his station. Can not wait.
Best- 90 minute massage.
Worst- it was all work on my torn up shoulder. it hurt something awful and I still am in so much pain.
Best- a lovely bit of time with my family, out and about, before we picked up Amanda from the airport.
Worst- the mall. I detest the mall. loathe it. And when we went to exchange a very (once) overpriced pair of jeans for Gen, we left $13 richer. THIRTEEN DOLLARS…
Best- puppy snuggles.
Worst- puppy ending up in the ER for a double inner ear infection.
Best- finding a game we love (were introduced to it on NYE)
Worst- not getting to play it yet.
Best- Golden Globes… yay.
Worst- Anne Hathaway’s dress…
Best- hubby made pancakes and we lazed around in comfy clothes all day playing with the cricut and being creative.
Worst- having to stay home and miss church…
Best- the rain.
Worst- the cold and gloom…
Best- that no matter where life takes me, I’ll always have an ocean view… (see image sixteen…)

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Dumb da dun dunt…

{thirteen}

Talking with Chw tonight, about the birds and the fish that are dying. About scared people blanketing themselves in fear about the end times…

Like just after the world trade center…
and the school shootings…
and the embassy bombings…
and Waco…
and, most recently, Tucson…
Gosh we really flock to fear, don’t we? As a people…
and how arrogant are we, as Americans, to think that our birds, and our fish, and our shootings signify that Heaven is moving and we best be ready? Do we even stop to think about the horror that entire other nations see, every second of every day? Do you think they are losing sleep over our dead birds? Nope.
And so, when I whine and complain about my 40 degree winter Thursday, I should be ashamed… that’s 40 degrees warmer than a whole lot of American people who aren’t used to nasty winter weather.
which is kind of creepy because… well… do you think it means that???
Come on people, we haven’t a clue about how bad things can be and a lot of those people pray with their whole might for the end to be near so let’s move on- away from the fear and live our lives the best we can…

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The post where I talk about tv, and why it may not be rotting my brain…

{twelve}

This is our day, today. Wednesdays are always our heavier school/home day. It’s our routine, I kinda like it that way. Anyway, as Gen sits here scribbling out math problems (dividing decimals- YUCK!) I got to thinking about something pretty shallow, or maybe not, that’s been on my mind lately…

Chw & I spent a good part of Saturday through last evening watching Season 2 of the United States of Tara, after Gen went to bed. We first learned of the Showtime series, back in 2009. Toni Collette is one of my all time favorite actresses and so I {quite impatiently} waited for season one to arrive to Netflix. Miraculously (or at least I felt so) we ended up being snowed in, on New Years Eve, and so that marathon commenced and i fell in love with a smart and vital show…

When it takes a year of patience and waiting, to watch a show you love, you really get tested on two things: self control & loyalty.
Self control- with everything available, online, it can be hard not to ask questions, or dig for information.
loyalty- a year is a long time. losing interest wouldn’t be that tough.
This Sunday is the Golden Globes. {Yay!} i mention this because, roughly five or six years ago, I was one of the many who criticize the globes for giving the majority of “wins” to premium channel series… I would be the one rooting strongly for an ABC or NBC favorite, when suddenly HBO’s Six Feet Under (for example) would be announced… Their weird little techno theme song would fill the air and I would throw my fist against my knee in frustration. {confession: i get wayyy too involved.} Having only ever seen Sex and the City {Which, incidentally had lots of sex, and lots of city} I was convinced that the reason these shows were winning is because they had few rules and could show all of the immorality they wanted. Then, one evening we were perusing through the high def- cable channels and wondering what was so special about them anyway- {note inserted to point out that we are not as critical and negative as this post is making us-me- sound} when Peter Krause appeared on my TV. He was having dinner with what appeared to be his family. Instantly, the critic in me was captivated by every ounce of essence this show had. I need to point out here that I wasn’t even captivated by the shows I did watch, so for me to know nothing about these characters or what was actually going on- and be so “tuned in”- was a big deal. Turns out that, when the credits rolled about 6 minutes later, the show was none other than my Golden Globes nemisis- Six Feet Under…
About a week later I was diagnosed with the early stages of an aggressive form of breast cancer. I was put on a weird medication that made me a little lethargic and super depressed, (or maybe the diagnosis- which you may remember turned out to be a giant load of BS- was the cause of the depression… who knows, anyway-) I couldn’t get that show out of mind, and so, i started getting the seasons from the library.
Roll your eyes, if you want, but that show {from beginning to end} walked me through the darkest days of my life. Beautiful, poignant and yes- sometimes pretty offensive {Just like life, folks, sorry to say} it inspired me to take a lot of inventory in regards to my life. It was far more than entertainment, it was engaging and relevant. And yes, it did have sex- but that never really interested me so I grew to love the chapter skip options that much more.
The United States of Tara reminded me of those dark days, this week. If you aren’t familiar with the plot- it’s basically about a woman who has Dissociative Identity Disorder. It is brilliantly written and acted {thank you John Corbin and Toni Collette} but honestly, it is remarkably relevant to my own life. I am so grateful that my husband curled up beside me, on that gold couch, to watch this one (as he chose NOT to do with SFU, the stinker) because there have been many moments that felt like my own personal therapist coming at me from the tv.
The point of this long winded post about tv, of all things, is simply that there is mindless entertainment, for entertainments sake- and sometimes there is something more. There are people working hard to bring us a story that may challenge us, inspire us, open our eyes or prick our hearts. It’s not all bad, just like it isn’t all good. Too much of anything is horrible, and maybe entertainment related things fall into the “even more so” category…
Today I am being honest with myself about me. My issues. My struggles. And I am being grateful too. Gratefully acknowledging that, for the first time in maybe EVER, I am admitting that my quality of life has actually been affected in a beautiful way, by television…

Standing strong…

I have been without internet for what feels like forever… For the most part, I am ok with not having the online distraction, but i do admit to missing blogging… Quite some time ago my reader got messed up and I lost subscriptions I loved {oh dearest huckdoll} and it honestly feels like months since I’ve had the time to update any blog with any zest, much less read them. Routine, however, is gently sleeping at my feet and I am glad to say those blog filled afternoons may be here… (assuming my internet provider cooperates that is…)

Through the direction of an awesome friend, i ended up signing up for a one word resolution here: http://myoneword.org/… The idea intrigued me. For the past several years I have been theming my years with things like “simplifying”, “loyalty”, and “happiness”, taking on projects or experiences to further my journey towards such things. For some people, these plans may not work but for me they do… This idea though, behind theming more of a personal quest associated with one character word, instead of a years theme. At any rate, I decided to jump on board. i am sure, from time to time, I may mention the journey here- so, for good measure I thought I’d share my word…
UNWAVERING
yep. that’s it.
And you know what, it may seem like a pretty lame word but I’ve got to be honest- it’s kind of scaring the crap out of me a little bit…
in other news, five days into Prescatarianism is awesome. i made THE most amazing tomato soup. Seriously. To. Die. For. For lunch today Gen and I had the best havarti and tomato paninies and for dinner I made zucchini and pepper fajitas. YUM. My veggie loving younin’ told me, this afternoon “I can’t wait for every day’s food, it’s all so yummy!” and it pretty much is…
Then again, it’s day five…
One of us, at some point, my jump out of our second story window screaming “I want steak!!!” (and that someone will be Chw, no doubt about it) but so far there are no complaints. We have talked about, when our 90 day challenge is up, maintaining the lifestyle except for a meated meal once a week. I would rather not, but it’s about compromise I guess…
Now that my baby {canon} is fixed and working, i have taken a ton of recipe shots. It’s just a matter of having time to get them on here… it’ll happen…
While the internet was gone I thought of a dozen great blogs… now that I have internet, this is what you get. Psh. Sorry, guys…

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