Archive | May 2013

Eleven mason jars and counting…

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Okay, my adventures with Salad in a Jar have left about 9 lonely mason jars in my kitchen corner, and 3 on my counter.  This awesome idea and photo from In Our Write Minds, that was pinned on Pinterest may bring me down to 11.  Those of you who were able to resist Salad in a Jar, will have to hit the store– heed my warning, mason jars come in dozens.

Over the course of the year, fill the jar with wonderful things and events that happened.  On New Year’s Eve, dump out the jar and reminisce, by reading all the little notes.  So simple, but think it’s great.  I wonder if I should just put a jar in each room.  How many would that bring me down to…

Well, actually Mommy likes a snitch…

Well, they say that no one likes a snitch.  But I’m here to say that sometimes a snitch can save you from a sippy cup full of milk on a bedroom carpet.

Today, one of my children came to me, carrying my fleece jacket and saying my other child’s name.  The jacket was covered in what looked like little freckles of milk.

I went into the bedroom to learn that the jacket was only a minor casualty and that at least a 3×3 area of the carpet was littered with little droplets of milk.  And my offending toddler was happily shaking away the upside down no spill, sippy cup making as much mess as it would provide.

Lucky for me, the cup was still half full.  So, I guess today, I’m a person who sees the sippy cup as half full.

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Wasn’t it “Snake in the Grass?”

So, I’ve got a little bit of my mojo back, and I decided that it was time to get out and run.  I packed up the kids, stuffed animals, snacks and sippies, diapers, and the endless litany of things necessary for our travelling circus to operate and drove to the park.

The kids were super cooperative and quietly came alone for the ride in the jogging stroller on our 5k path,  a straight out and back on a paved path about 3 feet wide through 2 parks.  Not conditioned to run 3 miles with the stroller and kids yet, I ran a mile and spent the remainder doing intervals of running and walking– plenty of exertion.

About a quarter of a mile from my car, a man was standing directly in the middle of the path.  It was one of my running intervals, so I was confused that he wasn’t yielding to the oncoming double wide jogging stroller filled with kids and a huffing and puffing mom behind it.  He was looking in my direction, so I was puzzled.

Then the man said the 5 letter word that stopped me in my tracks.  “It’s a snake,” he said with a smile.  My halt was super abrupt.   As I stood behind the stroller, bouncing from foot to foot, probably looking like I needed a restroom, I announced that I was very afraid of snakes.

“Me too,” said the man who stood about 12 inches from this particular snake who I could see was stretched  across the middle of the path.  I wanted to educate the man, tell him that if he was indeed afraid of snakes, he was awfully close.  I wanted to suggest that maybe he was actually snake averse or maybe snake avoidant but that I, the person that was contemplating a different route home involving a major road without a sidewalk, was the one who was truly afraid of snakes.

I blurted it out at least once more, emphasizing the very, “I am very afraid of snakes,” as if the snake was supposed to hear me and move along.  In true snake form, he did not and remained across the path.

My best irrational thinking taught me to determine the snake’s suspected direction, run behind him and get to the car.   I asked the man which way the snake was facing, made zero eye contact with the snake, and zipped past him.  As I looked ahead to the pavement, to make sure I wasn’t running into relatives of my little brown nemesis, I laughed to myself as I realized that this was probably my best interval.

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Next time, I’ll watch VEEP

So, my loyal followers may have noticed that I haven’t been posting as much lately.  And to be frank, I have been in a bit of a mini funk for the past two weeks.  Nothing earth shattering, just a random touch of blah.

This morning, I had an unexpected dose of fun and serious laughs with a few close friends on Facebook before I began my day.  The giggles and lightness of our exchanges put a little zip in my step and I could feel the return of what seemed like my long lost mojo–it really wasn’t long lost, it just makes a better story.

Ever the thinker, I remembered how a few days ago my husband asked me to watch an episode of VEEP.  ( I get a kick out of Julia Louis-Dreyfus’ portrayal of an awkward and very human Vice President and I think the other characters are well written too.)  I said no to VEEP.  I wasn’t in the mood.  I didn’t feel like I would laugh, and I didn’t want to waste the episode.

At the time, it felt like the thing to do.  But maybe I was wrong.  Maybe my mood would not have tainted VEEP.  Maybe it would have happened the other way around and VEEP would have tainted my mood–for the better.

Next time, I’ll watch VEEP.

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