World Peace? How About I Start With Inner Peace!

A few days ago I went to a funeral.  A funeral for a man I have never met.  I went to show support and love to a beautiful woman.  My friend.

As I sat and listened to this man's son speak about his father I started to ponder some things.  Things I've been thinking about.  A lot.  I didn't know this man but we had something in common.  A spirit that was wild and crazy and full of energy and a body that doesn't want to cooperate.  A body that has health problems.  A body that is far too young to have health problems!  He passed away at the young age of 55.....

Never have I felt separation of body and spirit as I have the last couple of years and for some reason, this winter has been particularly hard.  I don't want to keep doing this.  I want the West Nile to be gone.  In the past.  Wave a magic wand and yell out some, "Harry Potter" spell and magically end up on the back of some dragon flying through the air, wind whipping through my hair, breath coming out in exhilarating gasps.

This man's son spoke about how his father is no longer held back by the bindings of health that held him back in this part of his life's journey.  From the sounds of it, it doesn't sound like he let his health hold him back much while he was here on earth.....

On Saturday evening I was preparing a lesson to teach the girls age 14-15 on Sunday.  As I was studying the lesson I was to give, I read a story about a mother who had terminal cancer.  Right before she passed away, her husband arranged it so that their little family of two little girls, herself, and her husband could have a  picnic out on the lawns of the hospital.  Later that day, she wrote in her journal about how she used to think that if you had your health, you had everything.  She realized that she didn't have her health but that she did have everything.  She had this beautiful little family and that would continue all through eternity.  The material things of this world she would leave behind but she would always have her family through out eternity.

I thought a lot about that.  Many times I have sat here like a lump on the couch and wondered what my purpose was since I'm not fulfilling the typical "Mom" criteria.  All of those job descriptions that you put under the title "Mom".  Not happening.  Dead weight.

I thought about my mum and would I rather a lump on the couch or no mum.  No question.  I'd rather the lump.  Coming home from school, just knowing a lump would be there is a whole lot better in my mind than coming home to no mum.

It got me to thinking The Native's probably feel the same way.  It's hard on them.  Not just me.  It's really hard on The SM and all he has on his plate.

I'm still trying to sort and work this through in my mind.  Coming to peace with where I am at right now.   Me signing up for a 1/2 marathon is proof I'm still fighting.  It's a work in progress.  But I'm making progress and that is what counts right?

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The Bag Lady Pageantry

 I came across this pattern on the Internet and thought it would be fun to teach the girls that I am over in the youth group at church.  A few months ago I taught them how to make pajama pants.  It was a complete fly by the seat of my pants adventure.  I didn't make a pair before hand so we all learned as we went.

This time around I thought I would try to make a bag before I taught the girls and hopefully things would go smoother.  One bag turned into another.... and another.... and another.  I present to you, all of the contestants in the bag lady pageantry!

Here we have Miss New Jersey with her hands on her hips.  Her gown is made from a very modern splashy springy fabric sporting stripes and paisley.

Next we have Miss Montana.  For her talent she is performing the hula.  Remember, the dance is all about the hands telling a story, not the hips......  Miss Montana learned how to hula on YouTube.

Miss Montana would like to draw attention to the inside of her lined gown.  She and Holly Hobby picked out fabric for their dresses together.

Next up we have miss Hawaii.  Don't be fooled by her cute petite size.  She's quite ticked at Miss Montana for taking all of her thunder by doing the Hula for her talent but you would never know by her yellow sunny disposition peeking through the top of her gown.

Last up we have Miss Texas.  Everything really is bigger in Texas if one goes by the amount of yardage used in Miss Texas's gown.  As she sits her all serene with arms folded she demurely leans into the microphone and tells us all that she really does just want world peace.  That's all she wants y'all.  World peace!

Then End!

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Playing

On Monday, it was a holiday here in the US.  President's Day to be exact which meant everyone was home on holiday!  The two eldest grabbed their snow boards and hit the local slopes while the rest of the tribe went up a different canyon and played in the snow and hiked around a bit.

We've not had any snow to speak of this year to play in so our hiking was more of a meandering crawl as The Native's rolled snowballs along the way........

Took little snitches of snow when they thought no one was looking......

Flashed adorable smiles.....

And more adorable smiles.......

And more....... ummm........ hey!  What happened to the adorable smiles?  It's a teenage thing.  Do NOT smile at the camera what ever you do!

Endless snow ball throwing.

I'm talking non stop!

Hello.  My name is Mr. J and I model for Wrangler jeans!

Snowballs...... it's an effect.  No seriously!  It is!  Once it starts rolling...........

The red rocks beckon to us.  No longer are we satisfied with playing in the snow on the ground floor.

We climb.

Some of us more brave than others.

Umm, Scarf Kid?  Come back here please?  You're making my toe nails curl inside my boots.

Good thing he listened because I did NOT want to have to go in after him!  Don't make me pull over my sled and get off!!!

Snow.  Cold.  Freezing.  Middle of winter.  Green.  Who'd have thought!

This green leafy plant looked like wool felt to me.  The leaves are thick and fuzzy/furry looking.

Mr. M walking close behind Mr. J making sure he doesn't fall.

No one asked Mr. M to do this.  Notice the left hand out just in case his brother slips.  Mr. M just comes by this naturally.  He's a care taker.  Ever since Mr. J was born........ he's taken it on personally to care for Mr. J.

The SM doing the same for Levi.  This part of the trail was a bit titchy.  

Levi taking a breather.  Do we keep going up?  Or do we go back down?

Oh look!  Shells of some critter that has since moved on.

Being the middle of winter I was amazed at all of the shades of green we saw and found.  Pretty moss the color of sage backed by a red canvas.

The vote was to keep going.  What were we thinking??

We weren't.  The ledge where The SM is helping Levi get up is as far as I went.  Julie wouldn't go any further and whined and cried because Levi was out of her sight.

Right where Henny Penny is, is where Julie and I were the smart ones and stayed put while the others went a bit higher.  I wasn't about to leave Julie by herself and my balance was way off so I was more than happy to sit with Julie and grumble about what a bunch of nincomepoops I was spending the day with and if someone got stuck or hurt don't come crying to me!

I didn't get a photo of it but seconds later, Henny Penny is reaching down her hand and helping pull Mr. M up.  I think this was the highlight of the trip for me.  Seeing The Native's reaching out and helping each other all on their own.

As I waited I started to look around me and about fell off the mountain when I saw this out of the corner of my eye!  I thought it was a barking spider.  Stupid remnant of some flower.......  NOT FUNNY!

Driiiiiiiiiiiip!  Ummmm, honey!!!!  I realize we're all stuck up here on this mountain but.......  I gotta gooooo!

Uh!  No!  I won't be caught dead in one of these.  Shudder............

Awwww.  Much better.  Nothing a little bush around a corner can't cover!  A little rude that the paparazzi was waiting for us to come back around the corner laughing their fool heads off  at us girls because we'd rather go behind a tree than in the hootie 10 feet away but considering who was behind the camera.  No surprise.

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Gone to the Dogs

That's not an eraser discarded on the family room floor.  You're imagining you are seeing a pink eraser left on the floor.

The Native's are off at school, I'm sitting in my recliner, I look over at Julie and see this.  How pray tell did she get herself all wrapped up snugly in this blanket?  Wrapped up in a blanket with Levi's scooter wedged underneath to boot.

That is still not an eraser.................  

I know this look.  This is the look I have on my face every morning after the alarm clock goes off.  If a dog could glare, Julie is glaring right now.

That is still not an eraser........ or a discarded used band-aid............ these aren't the droids you're looking for............ 

This is what happens after the alarm is turned off.  Head tucked back under covers wishing the world would go back to sleep for a bit longer.......

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Hungry for People to Open Their Eyes and Say Something!

I am writing this blog post as a concerned parent.  A parent that wishes society would open their eyes to what is going on around them and say something!  Be a voice!

It started a few months ago when Mr. C came home from school upset.  His English teacher was having the students study a book for an entire semester.  They were given a packet of papers to go along with their study of the book.  The book is, "Hunger Games".

I realize that the, "Hunger Games" has been quite popular as was/is the, "Twilight" series and so therefore this post won't be a popular post.  I don't care.  Sometimes being popular isn't the cool thing to be.

All I have heard is how wonderful the, "Hunger Games" is.  It's a series that no one can put down.  I was ready to start reading it when one voice, my sisters, told me not to.  She told me what it was about and I was shocked that our society is so numb, we think teens killing teens in a gladiator style is fun and entertaining.

I called the school and talked to Mr. C's English teacher who was very good to work with us.  Mr. C would go to the library for the semester and do a study on a book of his choosing.  Our dear friend, Kristen Randle would mentor him and after the semester, have Mr. C write a paper that she would grade and that grade would be submitted.

All went to plan and I thought this would be the end of it.  Yesterday was parent teachers conferences.  As I was walking down the hallways of the high school, I noticed several tv's up on the walls in the main hallway.  What I saw being advertised on the tv's had me furious!  The trailer for the movie, "Hunger Games".

Explain to me, why a high school, would have a movie being advertised that promoted teen violence?  An institution that is supposedly teaching our kids NOT to be violent?

Why in the world are there tv's in the hallways of the schools advertising ANYTHING??

My blood is boiling over this one.  I wondered why no other parents came forward about our youth being made to study, "The Hunger Games" in class......... now I'm wondering why parents aren't coming forward about what is being advertised in the hallways of the schools!  I hope they are.........

I am going to assume that it is because they don't know.  I am going to assume that if they knew, they'd be as boiling mad as me and say something!  I'm one voice.  I'm hoping that more voices will join mine and say something.

Am I over reacting?  Should I be concerned?  I'll answer this one.  I'm concerned about those who think I'm over reacting and aren't concerned.  I'm concerned about parents who don't think this is a big deal..... who are also caught up in these types of books.  I'm concerned with an institution where my kids spend 90 % of their time in a day that isn't concerned.........  that is more concerned about money in the advertising they are getting than in what is being advertised and promoted to our kids.

Are you concerned?

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Betty Cracker

I've no photos to help illustrate the story I am going to tell.  I was too busy in the kitchen being Mrs. Betty Crackers.

I hate Valentine's Day.  I've hated it ever since Jr. High and High School where all of the populars would run around with their flowers and balloons and I'd walk around empty handed.  A stark reminder that I was NOT popular.

Yesterday I had to go to the High School and drop off something for Mr. C.  I was there while students were in between classes.  The halls were filled with giggling twittering girls holding handfuls of flowers they'd been given.  I think I growled.

I know, I'm married now and The SM spoils me rotten so what am I complaining about?  Let the past goooooooo.  Grow up and move on Rachel...............  I'll work on that in therapy okay?

The other day I came across this link on Face Book and an idea was planted.  Wouldn't this be so much fun???  I might actually like this Valentine's Day!!!

The Native's came home and were banned from the kitchen.  I'd taken a rope and strung it across kitchen cabinets.  I then put sheets on the rope so they couldn't see into the kitchen.

All seated around the table I gave them their 'menu' and told them to pick their courses.  They made their choices.   I did change the menu a tidge.  I thought that garlic toast went better with spaghetti than biscuits and jam.  For the biscuits I did the garlic toast.  For the jam I served chopped up watermelon.  Gotta go with the color red theme......... for dessert I did cheesecake with strawberry syrupy stuff on top.

Dinner took about an hour.  The Native's, SM, and a neighbor of ours spent the evening laughing and I couldn't help giggle as I'd put together their courses and hand them their food without utensils.  At one point, poor Levi got a napkin, a toothpick, and a spoon for his course.  He wasn't happy!  He was the only one I changed the rules for.......

All through the evening The Native's kept saying that this was the best dinner ever.  They were having so much fun.  I thought that was pretty fantastic until Henny Penny gave me the best thank you.  She made me sit down, fill out a menu, and then she went behind the curtain and served me up my courses.  I thought that was the sweetest Valentine ever.

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Horsin' A'round

I can remember in elementary school decorating a shoe box for my classmates to put their Valentines in.  I would cover it in red and pink construction paper......  maybe add a few doilies.......  some stickers....... tons of hearts........  

The Native's like to make boxes to put their Valentines in too!  They've made boxes that look like sharks that their classmates had to put their hands in it's mouth to place the Valentine inside, there have been dinosaurs, a frog...........

 But never have any of them been as disturbing as this.......  For the record.  I had nothing to do with this project!  Just sayin'...............

Mom!  I promise.  I did not do this!!!  You believe me right?  The SM isn't as innocent as he looks!  Mom?  Mom?

Crickets..........

Sigh...........  Even when I'm not being naughty I still get blamed.............

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