Making Life Work
Friday, June 12, 2009
I'm buying stock in Jack Daniels
My beautiful, naive eleven year old daughter got her first period yesterday. She is ecstatic. I am in shock.
I can never remember when mine first began - guess in my eyes it wasn't the blessed event that everyone else recalls with a glitter in their eyes while pulling up the exact date and time they became a woman. Please.
As she and I are picking up more supplies last night, we walk down the isle together, looking at the 1700 different brands and finally deciding on one. I grab two packages...perhaps secretly hoping I won't have to do this again for a while. Half way through this agonizing decision however (a minute into looking?) Leah starts jumping around and looking for the toy isle and disappears. Wow! The irony!
My little girl is just that. Her body might say woman but WTF...she is NOT and I don't think I want her to be for a long time. Last night my friend asked how I was! Now I know why! Although I am excited for the changes that inevitably lie ahead, I am reminded when I trip over the Barbie on her floor and neither she nor I am ready for all of that. How can this be? She is a beautiful girl with hips and boobs and now...THIS?
Moms hug your little girls today. Buy them a Barbie because before you know it you will be buying them Pamprin and stock in Jack Daniels for you.
I can never remember when mine first began - guess in my eyes it wasn't the blessed event that everyone else recalls with a glitter in their eyes while pulling up the exact date and time they became a woman. Please.
As she and I are picking up more supplies last night, we walk down the isle together, looking at the 1700 different brands and finally deciding on one. I grab two packages...perhaps secretly hoping I won't have to do this again for a while. Half way through this agonizing decision however (a minute into looking?) Leah starts jumping around and looking for the toy isle and disappears. Wow! The irony!
My little girl is just that. Her body might say woman but WTF...she is NOT and I don't think I want her to be for a long time. Last night my friend asked how I was! Now I know why! Although I am excited for the changes that inevitably lie ahead, I am reminded when I trip over the Barbie on her floor and neither she nor I am ready for all of that. How can this be? She is a beautiful girl with hips and boobs and now...THIS?
Moms hug your little girls today. Buy them a Barbie because before you know it you will be buying them Pamprin and stock in Jack Daniels for you.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Day 1
You may have wondered when on earth I would be back? I need this blog to tell my story about what is about to happen to my life. I have set my goals high with Arbonne and don't plan to slow down until I reach them. I will be driving my Mercedes within 21 months and making a 6 figure income. I am going to change my life and that of my family's. I don't have a doubt in the world that I can accomplish this and welcome anyone who would like to join me on my quest! I am in qualification from District manager currently with one business builder under my belt and meetings next week with two others whom I desperately want to take this journey with! I love this company, this business, THIS PRODUCT and this BUSINESS PLAN! Watch me fly, I am ready!
Love,
Amy
Love,
Amy
Friday, May 15, 2009
I like them SPICY!
OMG I AM GETTING THIS PLAXO, TWITTER, FACEBOOK , BLOGGING STUFF!
Just a short note to let everyone living close by should stop by tomorrow morning with Bloody Mary's for Todd and I. Korbs is having his 8th birthday party and having 7 other little boys sleep over. The original plan was to have the sleepover outside in the tent but guess what? We are having thunderstorms tonight and the boys will be sleeping inside. Unfortunately the activity we had planned is also outside so this I know, we are in for an adventure.
Leah and Korbin have been planning for weeks to do various tricks to each other and their perspective friends. In fact a couple of nights ago Leah was putting together some sort of "nasty smelling bombs" that she intended to leave around the tent for the boys to be smelling all night. Mom put the ca-bash to that however when I found out that the MAIN ingredient was nail polish remover poured into water balloons. (Still have not seen any damage show up from pouring this stuff all over my bathroom - Leah can thank her lucky stars that Kim was here to help her clean up). Korbs plans to leave alarm clocks where Leah and her friend sleep set to various times throughout the night. One of them is stuffing Oreos with toothpaste to offer to the other...first clue? And as if all of this activity is not enough Ashton is coming home this afternoon and will sleep God knows where.
I love Bloody Mary's, particularly with horseradish and since my vodka infuser is empty... Oh and please don't forget the pickle. We can sit down and I will tell you all about what I am certain is to be a wonderful night for all:) UGH!!!
Just a short note to let everyone living close by should stop by tomorrow morning with Bloody Mary's for Todd and I. Korbs is having his 8th birthday party and having 7 other little boys sleep over. The original plan was to have the sleepover outside in the tent but guess what? We are having thunderstorms tonight and the boys will be sleeping inside. Unfortunately the activity we had planned is also outside so this I know, we are in for an adventure.
Leah and Korbin have been planning for weeks to do various tricks to each other and their perspective friends. In fact a couple of nights ago Leah was putting together some sort of "nasty smelling bombs" that she intended to leave around the tent for the boys to be smelling all night. Mom put the ca-bash to that however when I found out that the MAIN ingredient was nail polish remover poured into water balloons. (Still have not seen any damage show up from pouring this stuff all over my bathroom - Leah can thank her lucky stars that Kim was here to help her clean up). Korbs plans to leave alarm clocks where Leah and her friend sleep set to various times throughout the night. One of them is stuffing Oreos with toothpaste to offer to the other...first clue? And as if all of this activity is not enough Ashton is coming home this afternoon and will sleep God knows where.
I love Bloody Mary's, particularly with horseradish and since my vodka infuser is empty... Oh and please don't forget the pickle. We can sit down and I will tell you all about what I am certain is to be a wonderful night for all:) UGH!!!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Mother's Day - Happy Father's day Toby!
My heart is breaking today for a baby girl I have never met and her father whom I barely know. My neighbor's adult child had a baby girl with his long term girlfriend 4 days ago. What should have been one of the most beautiful and loving times of their lives has become a tug of war with none other than this precious little girl as the rope.
This is the second such scenario I have know of in less than 6 months. Both sets of parents happened to be unmarried (although liberal I'm not sure this is a coincidence) and in long term relationships. Suddenly the women's "birth control fails" and guess what? The father to be in both cases brushed off his bat and ball in anticipation of the wondrous day to come; looking forward to it as only a first time father can. In both cases, mom moves out of the house with newborn baby and says neither dad or his family can see his beautiful baby girl. She comes up with shallow excuses as to why but it all boils down to her having the ultimate bargaining chip to have her way. In this particular case the courts will in all of their eternal wisdom someday put a stop to this and divide parenting time.
How infuriating and utterly disappointed I am that women like this are part of humanity. Why is it that when a man uses his child as a pawn I am pissed and I will defend that child until no end but I am not surprised? That should be a clue as to some of the men I have had in my life. However I am so much MORE pissed when a woman, the protector and incubator of life has the balls to use her child as a means to an end.
You are right. I really have no idea what these partners are like. Perhaps in both cases the mother is protecting her child but why the planning and the secrecy right up to the end? I know it's not nice but I would like to kick mommy's ass! Mothers don't have the right to be so self fulfilling and selfish.
This is the second such scenario I have know of in less than 6 months. Both sets of parents happened to be unmarried (although liberal I'm not sure this is a coincidence) and in long term relationships. Suddenly the women's "birth control fails" and guess what? The father to be in both cases brushed off his bat and ball in anticipation of the wondrous day to come; looking forward to it as only a first time father can. In both cases, mom moves out of the house with newborn baby and says neither dad or his family can see his beautiful baby girl. She comes up with shallow excuses as to why but it all boils down to her having the ultimate bargaining chip to have her way. In this particular case the courts will in all of their eternal wisdom someday put a stop to this and divide parenting time.
How infuriating and utterly disappointed I am that women like this are part of humanity. Why is it that when a man uses his child as a pawn I am pissed and I will defend that child until no end but I am not surprised? That should be a clue as to some of the men I have had in my life. However I am so much MORE pissed when a woman, the protector and incubator of life has the balls to use her child as a means to an end.
You are right. I really have no idea what these partners are like. Perhaps in both cases the mother is protecting her child but why the planning and the secrecy right up to the end? I know it's not nice but I would like to kick mommy's ass! Mothers don't have the right to be so self fulfilling and selfish.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Check it out Dog! Can you tell I have become an American Idol junkie again?
I am looking out my window upon my favorite G rated time filler - my garden and wanted to tell you a very "Making-Life-Work" scenario. Picture my house, a beautifully refurbished Victorian with awesome gardens and busy lives abounding. There is this cute little garage on the property and a stone walkway heading around the side of the house, a stone patio and then the path continues through the garden to the garage and out the alley. LOVE this piece of property and like many of the others I love, have loved it since the moment I saw it. I couldn't park the car when I first saw it I loved it so much. Anyway I always wanted to put Irish Moss throughout this entire walkway, surrounding each stone. This however would have run upwards of $1500 to do it properly as it is a large space. As there are people not eating in this world it's a bit hard for me to justify $1500 on moss; I mean the stuff under the poorest of conditions should grow wild! Not the case at my dream house. Are you starting to follow me?
Anyway throughout the years I have tried MULTIPLE ways to introduce this moss to my landscape finally arriving at what I BELIEVED to be the end all, the answer. I would order the seeds! Not $1500 and an ingenious means to an end. I sat down at my computer, got my credit card out and ordered 10,000 seeds. Sound like a lot to you? Ah to me as well - until I got them. I must have been sleeping that day in science when I learned that moss seeds are spores you %(@*)%*)!(@*%) idiot! 10,000 seeds looks like the smallest bit of something just covering the bottom of a cigarette cellophane packet - you know, how all the "druggies" in high school kept their pot? If I had to guess I would say 1 1/2" long and 1/8" deep. Well for Christ sake. What is this?!?!?!
But alas I am a smart girl, and I come up with a doosey. I am going to make a big trash can full of a mud mixture and mix the seeds in there. I will then use my trusty turkey baster (remind me to someday tell you of the many opportunities a home offers for the use of a turkey baster) and simply baste the seed mud mixture around every single, solitary stone on the pathway and patio. I WILL HAVE IRISH MOSS.
Before beginning the mix I call my sister, (a master gardener by my standards) just to confer that I am indeed on the right track. She thinks so but suggests whipped cream instead of the mud mixture! Her reasoning? That moss thrives in buttermilk and whipped cream is practically buttermilk's biological mother with a more conducive consistency to what I am trying to accomplish. Fine. It's Friday. According to Super Duper Doppler, a beautiful weekend is in store and the love of my life is heading to Northern MN, my kids to Putz's house and I have nothing to do :) except garden:)
I buy all the whipping cream in my town, in the town "down the road a piece" and in the next town way down the road. Instead of the refrigerator looking like one in a fun house with beer and the like, someone may suspect me for a sex fiend should they look in mine that weekend!...packed with whipping cream. I make the "slurry" as my sister referred to it, filling much of a very large garbage can with whipped cream and stirred in the seeds. This portion of the process alone takes an eon and a half. Finally ready to go with my can of seeded cream (hmmmm), turkey baster and large Jack and Diet I set out to accomplish my dream.
Painstakingly, stone by stone I progress throughout the garden. I spend almost 5 hours at this - boy am I getting loaded but I smile each time I think of how this beauteous addition will look. The bad news? The day is almost over. I am out of the slurry, half in the bag with only 15% of the walkway "treated". It is back to the computer with my credit card, this time to purchase much larger quantities.
Somewhere between coming inside and hitting the "complete purchase" button, my friend Laurie calls and wants to know what I have been up to all alone. Have I made good use of my time or frittered it away with a great book? As she is familiar with my previous attempts at bringing in moss, I explain my weekend thus far. Without skipping a beat she says "What if it doesn't work?" "Doesn't work? Laurie WHAT is your problem? Of course it will work! Why wouldn't it." Obviously THIS notion had never occurred to me. Glass half empty or half full? I guess the choice is yours.
Satisfied with a long day's worth of work in the sun and starting to feel trashed out of my mind, I decide that dinner - the quick and easy kind seems appropriate. Hmmmm. Let's heat up some leftovers in the microwave and I will go outside and eat while watching over my domain. Hey it looks kind of dark out there...not the stars and firefly kind of dark but the grean and ickey kind of dark. It looks like it may storm; very hard. That goddamn glass is not 1/2 full or 1/2 empty it just fell off the counter and crashed to little bits all over the kitchen floor. Say it ain't so. There are gigantic rain drops coming down all over out there! Nope I was mistaken. In fact there are SHEETS OF WATER falling from the sky.
This spring we are tearing out that cute little stone pathway in place of concrete. There will be no moss BUT now we are tackling a water feature! Come along for the ride, won't you?
I am looking out my window upon my favorite G rated time filler - my garden and wanted to tell you a very "Making-Life-Work" scenario. Picture my house, a beautifully refurbished Victorian with awesome gardens and busy lives abounding. There is this cute little garage on the property and a stone walkway heading around the side of the house, a stone patio and then the path continues through the garden to the garage and out the alley. LOVE this piece of property and like many of the others I love, have loved it since the moment I saw it. I couldn't park the car when I first saw it I loved it so much. Anyway I always wanted to put Irish Moss throughout this entire walkway, surrounding each stone. This however would have run upwards of $1500 to do it properly as it is a large space. As there are people not eating in this world it's a bit hard for me to justify $1500 on moss; I mean the stuff under the poorest of conditions should grow wild! Not the case at my dream house. Are you starting to follow me?
Anyway throughout the years I have tried MULTIPLE ways to introduce this moss to my landscape finally arriving at what I BELIEVED to be the end all, the answer. I would order the seeds! Not $1500 and an ingenious means to an end. I sat down at my computer, got my credit card out and ordered 10,000 seeds. Sound like a lot to you? Ah to me as well - until I got them. I must have been sleeping that day in science when I learned that moss seeds are spores you %(@*)%*)!(@*%) idiot! 10,000 seeds looks like the smallest bit of something just covering the bottom of a cigarette cellophane packet - you know, how all the "druggies" in high school kept their pot? If I had to guess I would say 1 1/2" long and 1/8" deep. Well for Christ sake. What is this?!?!?!
But alas I am a smart girl, and I come up with a doosey. I am going to make a big trash can full of a mud mixture and mix the seeds in there. I will then use my trusty turkey baster (remind me to someday tell you of the many opportunities a home offers for the use of a turkey baster) and simply baste the seed mud mixture around every single, solitary stone on the pathway and patio. I WILL HAVE IRISH MOSS.
Before beginning the mix I call my sister, (a master gardener by my standards) just to confer that I am indeed on the right track. She thinks so but suggests whipped cream instead of the mud mixture! Her reasoning? That moss thrives in buttermilk and whipped cream is practically buttermilk's biological mother with a more conducive consistency to what I am trying to accomplish. Fine. It's Friday. According to Super Duper Doppler, a beautiful weekend is in store and the love of my life is heading to Northern MN, my kids to Putz's house and I have nothing to do :) except garden:)
I buy all the whipping cream in my town, in the town "down the road a piece" and in the next town way down the road. Instead of the refrigerator looking like one in a fun house with beer and the like, someone may suspect me for a sex fiend should they look in mine that weekend!...packed with whipping cream. I make the "slurry" as my sister referred to it, filling much of a very large garbage can with whipped cream and stirred in the seeds. This portion of the process alone takes an eon and a half. Finally ready to go with my can of seeded cream (hmmmm), turkey baster and large Jack and Diet I set out to accomplish my dream.
Painstakingly, stone by stone I progress throughout the garden. I spend almost 5 hours at this - boy am I getting loaded but I smile each time I think of how this beauteous addition will look. The bad news? The day is almost over. I am out of the slurry, half in the bag with only 15% of the walkway "treated". It is back to the computer with my credit card, this time to purchase much larger quantities.
Somewhere between coming inside and hitting the "complete purchase" button, my friend Laurie calls and wants to know what I have been up to all alone. Have I made good use of my time or frittered it away with a great book? As she is familiar with my previous attempts at bringing in moss, I explain my weekend thus far. Without skipping a beat she says "What if it doesn't work?" "Doesn't work? Laurie WHAT is your problem? Of course it will work! Why wouldn't it." Obviously THIS notion had never occurred to me. Glass half empty or half full? I guess the choice is yours.
Satisfied with a long day's worth of work in the sun and starting to feel trashed out of my mind, I decide that dinner - the quick and easy kind seems appropriate. Hmmmm. Let's heat up some leftovers in the microwave and I will go outside and eat while watching over my domain. Hey it looks kind of dark out there...not the stars and firefly kind of dark but the grean and ickey kind of dark. It looks like it may storm; very hard. That goddamn glass is not 1/2 full or 1/2 empty it just fell off the counter and crashed to little bits all over the kitchen floor. Say it ain't so. There are gigantic rain drops coming down all over out there! Nope I was mistaken. In fact there are SHEETS OF WATER falling from the sky.
This spring we are tearing out that cute little stone pathway in place of concrete. There will be no moss BUT now we are tackling a water feature! Come along for the ride, won't you?
Labels: I'm "Making-Life-Work", Nice to meet you
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
WELCOME TO MY BLOG!
If you had any idea how incredibly "out there" this is that I, Ms. technologically challenged - never seen UTUBE, only recently began texting, slowly branched off to Skype, should join the millennium and begin blogging... I have this friend. She's persuasive, and "SASSY," and she seems to think that I have something to say. I don't know where she gets this notion; it's not like I'm opinionated or particularly passionate about anything, nevertheless I welcome the opportunity.
I will start off with NEVER, unless I flat out tell you I hate you, do I mean to offend anyone. I am a little sarcastic at times but only to those who I love. I really love it when I get it dished back to me - kind of sick that way. (Now the Sassy friend is starting to make sense isn't it)? The other thing I should warn you about is an English/grammar teacher will have a hay day on this site should they choose. I can't spell, rarely punctuate correctly, and make up words as I go along. But if we are to have any simpatico, you will have to KNOW what I mean, not what I say.
Enough ground rules. I've been thinking of several different topics to begin with and have decided that the real stuff will begin...tomorrow:)
I will start off with NEVER, unless I flat out tell you I hate you, do I mean to offend anyone. I am a little sarcastic at times but only to those who I love. I really love it when I get it dished back to me - kind of sick that way. (Now the Sassy friend is starting to make sense isn't it)? The other thing I should warn you about is an English/grammar teacher will have a hay day on this site should they choose. I can't spell, rarely punctuate correctly, and make up words as I go along. But if we are to have any simpatico, you will have to KNOW what I mean, not what I say.
Enough ground rules. I've been thinking of several different topics to begin with and have decided that the real stuff will begin...tomorrow:)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
testing, testing 123
There once was a man from Nantucket
