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light summer food and lying.

Thursday, June 7th, 2012

Share a recipe or meal that is a summertime favorite. – Amy

We love an extremely light and easy macaroni salad on hot summer nights! And when I say easy, I mean extremely easy. A box of noodles, 2 or 3 cups of peas, a pile of shredded chicken, 1/2 cup mayo, and 1/3 cup of mustard. Salt and pepper to taste.

List 8 reasons it’s okay to lie. – Katrina

1. Pleasantries! When my grocer asks how I’m doing then I’m more than likely going to respond with “fine” instead of “I cried all morning because I didn’t feel like driving to the gas station to get chocolate ice cream because I’m PMSing and I need chocolate and I feel achy all over and I hate those fuzzy things that fly through the air and keep making me sneeze and I love to wax philosophical over Sister Wives with Daniel even when he’s barely paying me any attention.”

2. When the truth tears someone down, hurting them. I do believe honesty is healing, refreshing, and more than likely the best policy. And just because the truth hurts someone doesn’t mean that lying is the right answer. However, there are situations in which telling the truth helps no one at all and can even seem rather selfish in a I-need-to-get-this-off-my-chest type of way.

3. Complimenting someone. Perhaps this stems from my southern kindness (bless your heart!) but white lies of your hair has never looked more beautiful or darling, this potato salad recipe is better than anything I’ve ever tried are perfectly acceptable.

4. To keep the peace (when you can’t possibly change the situation). An example of this would be my polite side-stepping issues with my Granny who will never understand anything I say about some things. I respect her, love her, and know that I can never change her or change her ideas about me. So I side-step, white-lie, and keep the peace.

5. Your height and weight on your driver’s license. I think trying to cut forty pounds off your license is silly (but go ahead, hee!) but no one cares if you choose what you weighed in February instead of what you weighed yesterday morning after eating that box of donuts.

6. When someone texts you “what are you doing” and you are pooing. ‘Nuff said? Unless you’re cool with using that poo icon while texting.

7. Santa, The Tooth Fairy, etc. We’ve told Drew that there are stories we all tell about certain holidays and some people believe they are real and some people don’t. We let him choose how he wants to think about it and if he is in pretend mode, we jump into that mode too. Thus, we lie about whether a fairy is going to army crawl into his bedroom and pull his teeth with pliers. Wait, what?

8. “Do I look fat?” This completely depends on your relationship with the person who is asking. More than likely, you should say no unless that person’s weight is bothering you and then you actually need to have a heart-to-heart about it. I tease Daniel with this question at the worst times and try to convince him that it’s perfectly acceptable to say, “why yes, sweetie. Because you are.” He just gives me a flirty wink and says “you look beautiful.” FINE. WHATEVER MAN.

I’m taking part in a blogging group called Reverb Broads that will be suggesting daily blogging prompts this June. If you want to join in, feel free!

justifiable teasing and amendments.

Tuesday, June 5th, 2012

What did people tease you about growing up? – Niki

The only stark memory I have of being dreadfully teased while growing up was when I attempted to shape my eyebrows as a freshman in high school.

You see, I didn’t use tweezers. I shaved the edges off my eyebrows until I had tiny tufts left. Why? WHY NOT. No, really, I have no idea. But I did learn my lesson. The laughter that followed me around for months (my peers mocked me less than the grownups did!) was painful.

But the teasing was completely justified.

Come up with a new Constitutional Amendment. – Art and Soul

1. The Environmental Rights Amendment. Every person should have the right to clean air and water.

2. The Voting Rights Amendment. All citizens, over the age of 18, have the right to vote. All elections must be undertaken using a system that includes a permanent non-electronic ‘paper trail’. Citizens may lose their right to vote if they are imprisoned, but that right will be restored to them upon their release, regardless of probation or parole status.

3. The Equality Amendment. Marriage rights and benefits for same-sex couples.

4. The Healthcare Amendment. The Federal Government shall create, fund and administer an ongoing system to provide free healthcare to each American citizen as they shall require such care.

I’m taking part in a blogging group called Reverb Broads that will be suggesting daily blogging prompts this June. If you want to join in, feel free!

on role models.

Sunday, June 3rd, 2012

Who are your role models? – Dana

I pace the floor with this question.

I spent years cramming the girl I was becoming into the mold of a girl whose world had already been charted for her. It was expected to emulate those around you who were Right. Role Models were those who had not messed up. They had a “testimony” which hadn’t been mussed.

On the other side of freedom from religion, I finally have the chance to chart my own way. To learn from my own mistakes. And I have stopped following anyone and anything blindly.

Perhaps I should have learned early on that it is all right for role models to be flawed, but I did not. Any failure I saw in those whom I held in high esteem, broke my heart. It meant that they were not “fit for service” and they were doomed to be “put on the shelf.”

All this lingo. I’m sorry. It’s just in my blood.

Is it important for children to have role models? And/or for us grown-ups to have role models?

I don’t know. Maybe it depends on if you are simply looking at people for inspiration or if you are attempting to echo their journey perfectly. The danger being in the latter.

There most certainly are people who inspire me!

My family is full of people who have traversed horrible situations, worked through intense heartbreak, and still kept a smile on their face and a purpose to do the best they can do no matter what is happening. My parents truly inspire me with their hard work, open hearts, and genuine love for me (and my boys).

And there are also people whom I admire for various reasons who strike a chord in my heart and cause me to dream big. Some of my well-known favorites are: Jane Goodall, Neil deGrasse Tyson, Julia Sweeney, Neil Gaiman, Meryl Streep, and Jennifer Hudson.

Perhaps my true role model is the person I imagine I want to be. And each learning place is a small step towards becoming her.

I’m taking part in a blogging group called Reverb Broads that will be suggesting daily blogging prompts this June. If you want to join in, feel free!

seeing yourself in another character.

Friday, June 1st, 2012

With what fictional character (book, movie, TV, etc.) do you most identify? Why? – Kristen

I move from window to window. The rain drizzles, we paint, we eat cake, and I contemplate dumping the rest of the cake in the trash because it’s making me crazy but it’s RED VELVET CAKE and I would hate myself even more for wasting such loveliness. So I nibble the cake, watch the rain, and ponder all the delightful characters I’ve swooned over in books, movies, and TV. It’s one thing to swoon and then another to bite your lip, swallow the lump in your throat, and see yourself. Often in a way you’d rather not.

As the girl, and now woman, who daily stumbles over the fine line of being mischievous and just “quirky”, I see the sneaky and outspoken Anne Shirley. When I was twelve, my family sat around a meal of scrabble and spaghetti one evening that turned into an episode of Jennifer-doesn’t-know-when-to-stop. Our laughter was in full force. Deep belly laughs that had tears streaming down our cheeks. Wise Dad finally said, “you should really stop or you are going to get choked.” And ever the precocious brat, I replied WHILE CHOKING, “you should really stop or you are going to get choked!” Yes, I was twelve but this proved to be a theme in the coming years. I just don’t know when to stop.

Daniel can tell you story after story of moments just like those. It’s endearing to imagine myself as a little old lady who just doesn’t know when to stop being so mischievous and outspoken but maybe I should at least pretend to have myself under control while attempting to parent. Maybe.

My forever infatuation with Betsy Ray prompted a love of writing, dreaming, and gave me just a taste of feminism without even knowing what it was. We’ve both hid to write, collected myriads of blank books just hoping to spill all the words we ever thought upon them, and discovered that staying true to oneself is what is most important.

I also wear my heart on my sleeve like Kaylee from Firefly. And I yearn to see the world rationally like Temperance Brennan from Bones.

Now I just want to eat more cake and read while it rains.

I’m taking part in a blogging group called Reverb Broads that will be suggesting daily blogging prompts this June.

back in time.

Tuesday, December 20th, 2011

If the you of today could go back in time and give advice to any of the previous yous, which age would you visit and what would you tell them? – Kristen

Dear 9 Year Old Me:

It’s 4th grade and you are miserable. Whether you want to admit it or not, your generally fussy attitude towards everything may very well stem from Portrait Day. It’s fate, darling. You will wear a poofy-sleeved dress with pearls and you will look completely out of place.

A boy named Russ will drive you bonkers and before you know it, you will want to hit him so badly. I’m warning you, little one. If you slap him so hard that you leave a handprint on his face – he will not forget it. You will be enemies.

However, you and he will rediscover each other in the middle of a store at age nineteen and all will be forgiven.

Dear 11 Year Old Me:

You and your mom will trudge up the basement stairs with bags of groceries. You push a rolling chair into the kitchen and stand on it so you can put the canned goods away. The chair slips, you fall, and as you lie in the floor and whimper about your bruised hip, the phone rings.

Papa is much worse so your mom decides to head to the hospital while you carefully put the rest of the groceries away.

Your hip gets better and before you know it, you find yourself grooving to country music in the living room. It’s not the music we listen to at home but it makes you feel alive (HONEY LET’S JUST TAKE A MOMENT HERE – FIND SOME BETTER MUSIC) so you are whirling, twirling, and spinning in glee when you hear a knock at the door.

Someone will be on your front step with the news of your Papa’s death. Your heart will be broken because not only is he your Papa, he’s the most wonderful Papa a granddaughter could ever want.

Sweetie, you are going to be burdened with guilt for years. No, God is not punishing you for listening to country music by killing your Papa. It’s not your fault. Not at all.

Dear 13 Year Old Me:

In between sucking on jolly rancher sticks at Late Stay in Junior High, you will find yourself imitating Pantene shampoo commercials with your friends. You’ll line up against the brick wall, watch the boys play basketball, and Try To Flirt.

Yes, you’ll master the hair toss but you will look like such a dork. And when your hair gets stuck on the jolly rancher stick you’re sucking on…well, really. You’re sort of asking for it.

No, you’re flirting won’t get much better. And please, for the love of all that is good and pure, STOP SHAVING YOUR EYEBROWS.

Dear 14 Year Old Me:

When someone suggests that everyone in the group should try to steal something from the campus book store, could you please stop and use your brain for a second? I don’t care that the stuffed pig is adorable and that the boy you are crushing on has taken to whispering French words in your ear. Both are bad news.

You will face peer pressure on a really large scale this year. And you’ll find yourself in a huge mess, lose many friendships, and sweetie, you’re going to really break your parents’ hearts. You will watch your parents have to choose whether to turn their daughter in for doing something illegal or whether to cover it all up. And when they turn you in, you will feel abandoned.

But after being kicked out of school, working all summer to pay restitution for everything you stole, and spending a lot of quality time with your parents, you will realize that this year is the game changer. You will become incredibly close to your family and you will finally catch a glimpse of how much they truly love you.

Dear 16 Year Old Me:

You are closing the chapter on your brief bout of homeschooling and adventuring back to the Academy. And you are nervous about making friends.

One girl, Kerry, is going to take you under her wing and you’ll be the best of friends. You really have no idea how special this girl is but she will put up with your crazy and deal it right back to you time and time again.

You’ll crush on the ushers in the FMA, you’ll swoon over operas, you’ll watch movies at her house and long for another era. You’ll find yourself joining a society where it’s acceptable to thread yarn through the clothes of a large group of people.

But most of all, you’ll realize that some friendships really do last throughout the years. You have already seen some friendships fall apart and you have no idea of the people who will walk out of your life in the next few years but Kerry, she’s different. She’ll be there all along.

Even when your politics start to differ and even when you disagree on things that are so very dear to our hearts – each time you see each other, it all melts away. As it should.

She’s a gem. Appreciate her.

Dear 18 Year Old Me:

You’re going to meet a boy this year. And you will have some amazing times. But you’ll realize it’s not meant to be.

I just wish you could choose another day to break up with him. You know, NOT April Fool’s Day.

And then when you get back together a few months later and discover that it’s still not meant to be?

You really, really, really should NOT break up with him on April Fool’s Day. Again.

You’re a piece of work, missy.

Dear 22 Year Old Me:

You know those dreams you are having right now? Where you get behind on all of your school projects and don’t finish in time to graduate from college?

Guess what? YOU MAKE IT. You get everything done and you actually graduate!

However, you still have those dreams for years afterwards. I’m so sorry.

Dear 23 Year Old Me:

You met The Boy. He is MARRYING you next year. You’ll have your beautiful winter wedding. Everything will be dreamy.

And you’ll boldly tell him two things upon engagement: “you must join my church and we must never leave South Carolina.”

Dear, he never joins. And then you move away to Pennsylvania. And then to Michigan. You’re with the Yankees now! And churchless! And even though those two things are what is important to you right now, and you can’t imagine ever being happy otherwise, you are going to be just fine.

Take a deep breath as you start out on this new journey. And remember that you are two for the road.

At the same time, they can also appreciate the fact that each of them will change on this journey – as surely as the terrain transforms beneath their feet. Dark nights, heavy loads, long winds, and the heat of the day have a way of shaping one’s soul. They will begin to see things through new eyes. They will find a pace that suits them both. They will adjust to weaknesses – whether of bone or sinew, or of the heart. They will develop attitudes and attributes significantly different from the way they viewed things at the trailhead.

Dear 26 Year Old Me:

You’re about to become a mother. And in a whirlwind moment, you’ll realize that you know nothing and you can’t imagine how your parents did it.

The first year of Drew’s childhood is going to be hazy. You don’t know much about post-partum depression but you are about to discover how overwhelming it all is.

But you will make it. Thankfully, you’ve been blessed with an easy baby, and The Boy is taking care of you both. Your friends and family are loving you the best they know how and you really just need to soak it all up.

Little Tiny Drew is going to grow into the most wonderfully mischievous boy ever and you’re going to have the time of your life. Remember how your mother always said you needed to learn patience? Well, you may not master it anytime soon but you are about to start on an adventure wherein patience is most necessary.

Mothering is not for the weary.

I’m taking part in a blogging group called Reverb Broads that will be suggesting daily blogging prompts this December. If you want to join in, feel free! Go here or here to learn more.