Monday Stuff

Weekend Snapshot(s) – Marching Along

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We attended our first high school football game (since the husband and I were in high school that is) Friday night and we had a blast!

MK’s band class had a chance to march with the high school marching band. The kids had an option of showing up for extra credit and to my surprise, MK was ALL over it. He very eagerly wanted to join in so, join in we did.

I got a late start on Friday because I ate three (!!) donuts and felt so guilty that I forced myself to do a 40 minute Turbo Jam. By the time I got cleaned up and back from grocery shopping, it was after 5:00 and I was supposed to have MK at the stadium to meet his class at 6:05 – and we hadn’t eaten.

So, we raced to McDonald’s (ick) and the kids stuffed crap down their throats while I squinted at a map and tried to get us to our destination. They were supposed to meet at a skate park across the street from the stadium – I didn’t even know there WAS a skate park!

After dropping him off, GD and I met up with the husband and we walked to the entrance. It was going to cost us $4.00 a piece to get in, but I remembered I had paid an athletic fee when we ordered GD’s name tag (because I was hoping we would get around to attending some games), so he was able to get into the game for free (bonus!). We got comfortable (or as comfortable as we could be given the rock hard seats – must remember to buy stadium cushions!) and had a good time watching the dance girls and the cheerleaders warm up and do some cheers while we waited for the marching band to arrive.

(I think GD really enjoyed that part. *wink*)

Then, the high school marching band marched onto the field. I actually got a lump in my throat watching MK marching right along with them. It was also really impressive to see the high school kids in their fancy marching uniforms.

Out on the field

They lined up and played the high school fight song along with the Star Spangled Banner.

Experiencing Being with a Big Band

If you look closely, you can see MK playing his saxophone (follow the arrow). His classmates were all dressed in their band shirts and black slacks – I thought they looked quite smart.

After they finished playing and were walking off the field, the boy on MK’s left slapped him on the back and told him he did a good job. I thought that was so sweet! And I bet that meant a lot to MK, too.

The band filed into the bleachers and the game started.

Within two minutes of the game starting, the opposing team ran a 75 yard touchdown.

And that set the precedent for the first half of the game. By halftime? We were down THREE TOUCHDOWNS. It was not a pretty sight. And not a very good introduction to GD’s first football game, but it didn’t matter. It was still fun to get caught up in the crowd and cheer for our team. In fact, GD was pretty stiff and awkward at first, but he soon relaxed and I could tell, he was actually enjoying himself – I’m so glad we did this.

The hubs snuck down to the bleachers to find MK during a time out and took a picture of MK and his best bud:

Best Buddies

I think MK looks so stiff because it was pretty chillly and he was freezing.

We stayed to watch the half-time show:

HS Marching Band

And WOW! The band was amazing! They stepped, marched and danced their way into all sorts of configurations all while the flag girls danced in between them. It was quite impressive.

Afterward, I asked MK if he was excited about participating in marching band.

“NO WAY!” he said.

I was disappointed. He didn’t think he would be able to keep track of all the moves as well as play and I’m sure it was HARD to do both! But I was a little disappointed as I was quite looking forward to him wearing one of those fancy-smancy uniforms.

Oh well. Maybe he’ll change his mind before next year.

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Weekend Snapshot – Caught in a Web

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Pulling Down Cobwebs

Our house is one huge spiderweb!

The husband walked around the house Saturday and swept all of the webs and half-eaten insects off our house. Not to mention, the HUGE spiders with the HUGE bellies that were busy sucking the brains out of said insects.

We pulled down quite a few pod-looking things, too. I’m guessing they were baby spider sacks? I have no desire to find out for sure.

Seriously, it was nasty. Some of the webs extended from the top of our gutter all the way down to the ground! It was like something out of the Munsters’ TV show.

I guess the spiders are gorging themselves on insects before winter sets in? I’m not exactly hip on the whole spider-cycle thing.

All I know is – they are gone now.

At least until next weekend.

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My Day Book

Though I have a lot on my mind, I’m not sure any of it is blog worthy. So instead, I’ll participate in The Simple Woman’s Daybook questions …

Outside my Window… I see mist and fog. It always amazes me when mornings start out like this and then later, it becomes a perfectly beautiful, sunny day. In fact, this could be a metaphor for my mornings in general – I wake up groggy and less than attractive and then, by the time I’ve had my morning coffee, my “mood” burns off and I’m sunny and beautiful.

*pause*

HAHAHAHA. Okay, if you know me, I’m neither sunny nor beautiful, but hey, it sounded good, right? πŸ˜€

I am thinking… that I’m actually in pretty good shape, work wise. I spent most of the weekend tweaking the high school website and have cleaned out my pending folder … things are looking good – quiet – but good. Now I have time to work on my professional website and my NaNoWriMo outline.

From the learning rooms… I’m currently reading about the ins and outs of NASCAR. That’s the basis for my NaNoWriMo story and though I know a bit, I don’t REALLY know what goes on behind the scenes. And considering I plan on centering my story around a female race car driver *gulp*, I need to know this stuff. I do know I’m going to base my two lead male characters on Kyle Busch and Carl Edwards – one is moody and dark, the other is friendly and sunny. I’ll let you decide who is who. *wink* (And by the way, for you race fans, can you believe what happened to poor Kyle this weekend?? Wow, talk about a BUMMER).

I am thankful for… our good health. I’ve been sick this past week and am just now feeling like I can rejoin the land of the living. My oldest son brought home a DOOZY of a cold, which he very kindly shared with me and together, we’ve been hacking and blowing our brains out. I’m very thankful that none of us get sick very often.

From the kitchen… For those that know me, you know I’m not exactly THRILLED with any aspect of cooking – I do it simply to feed my guys, that’s all. However, I do plan weekly meals for the simple fact that I have no desire to think about cooking anymore than is absolutely necessary. I do need to make a run up to Harter House today though to buy some hamburger meat (I don’t buy meat from Wal-Mart – gross) and some beef stew chunks. We’re having baked spaghetti today and beef stew tomorrow. I LOVE crockpots – just throw crap in, turn it on and forget about it. My kind of cooking. Me and crockpots? We’re thisclose.

I am wearing… an apple green t-shirt and gray sweat shorts. After my shower? I’ll change the color of my t-shirt and run around in black gym shorts until it’s time to step out into the real world and then I’ll put on some jean shorts. What … you were expecting more? Pfft. I’m at home most of the day – who do I have to impress?

I’m like the world’s cheapest female … I’m tellin’ ya.

I am reading… Catherine Coulter’s Riptide. I haven’t started it yet, actually. I go through reading spurts. I might go for a solid one/two weeks not even cracking a book spine and then suddenly, the urge to read hits and it’s rare to find me doing anything ELSE. Much to my family’s chagrin.

I am hoping… that my husband hasn’t broken his toe. He jammed it, hard, into our treadmill last week and has been hobbling around ever since. The swelling really hasn’t gone down and it still hurts him to walk on it. I think he’s going to the doctor today – I hope it’s just a bad strain and nothing worse. Poor guy.

I am creating… pressure for myself. Various family members have been telling me about people they know who have either written books, or who have published books. I’m not quite sure how to respond to this. Do I take it personally because these people know that I would love to write and publish my own book? Are they challenging me to do the same? Are they rubbing it in my face? (No, I don’t think so, not these people). Or, more likely, am I taking it the wrong way and being too sensitive about it because I know that should be ME they’re talking about?

I have no one to blame for this, except myself.

I am hearing… silence. Well, except for my intestines rumbling, but we won’t talk about that. Even though my family pretty much does their own thing on the weekends, it’s not uncommon to hear various video games, a TV, my husband practicing his guitar or my iPod, er, stereo, thing going. These sounds were punctuated by GD’s persistent cough, the spin cycle of the washing machine and a neighbor’s lawn mower. My weekends are noisy, but in a comfortable way – if that makes sense.

Now? Silence. I hear the hum of the refrigerator, the whir of my computer’s hard drive and the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan. I always appreciate and savor the silence on Mondays – I’m usually sick to death of it by the time Friday rolls around.

Around the house… I am burning an Autumn Leaves Yankee candle (can you smell it? Aaaahhhhh. I burn candles to disguise the fact that I haven’t dusted in months – I know, I’m clever like that. Feel free to steal that idea *wink*) and I need to clean my husband’s bathroom. (Why yes, we do have his and hers bathrooms – you don’t? *grin*). I cleaned my bathroom in record time right before my parents came over on Saturday because I was afraid they would have to use it and be grossed out. That’s the only time I clean house – when someone is coming over. That’s why the husband likes people coming over. *smirk*

Oh, and the bathtub needs some SERIOUS attention today. I think I saw something move in there earlier. It might have just been a mold shadow, though. Ugh, how’s that visual for you.

One of my favorite things… is to have a sweet-smelling home. I love Yankee candles … other than disguising the musty undertones, it just perks me up and makes me happy. Isn’t there some study that says smells can alter your moods? Hence the reason I burn sweet-smelling candles – to butter my husband up right before I tell him about the (new!) Amazon.com amount on the credit card. πŸ™‚

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week… Well, other than what I’ve written about above, my goal is to make this week easy on my guys. I’ll take the boys out for our weekly treat either Tuesday or Wednesday, I’ll continue to make website updates, get some writing done, have lunch with my mom Tuesday, have lunch with my man on Wednesday and be a good wife/mom. (It’s a nonhormonal week – that’s doable, actually. *grin*)

Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you…

Sealing the Driveway

This is the husband sealing our driveway. Yes, we have the world’s shortest driveway. And yes, it’s AWESOME in the winter because being asphalt and on the south side of the building, snow and ice melt really fast so we never have to shovel.

I still can’t believe he was out there doing that. Not only was his toe hurting and he was basically standing on one leg to baby the other, he wasn’t feeling that great (I think he was trying to catch what GD and I had). This man’s energy never ceases to amaze me.

Do you see the strip of dead grass next to the driveway? The husband had to put weed killer down because we have these WICKED thick vines that are, for some strange reason, attracted to the asphalt and not only grow toward the driveway, but burrow UNDER the asphalt so that when we pull the suckers out, it also loosens the asphalt. Isn’t that crazy?? So, the husband put weed killer down to draw a line, so to speak. We just paid out the nose to have our driveway replaced, we are not about to let some weird plant thing destroy it.

I’m SO THANKFUL I have a man who’s motivated to do things around the house.

Seriously. Because I’m not.

Monday Stuff, Writing Stuff

Back to Mom

Absolutely Bananas’ prompt for this week is: Back to Mom.

I love this prompt because I think moms are too quick to write off their own interests and “down” time all for the sake of achieving perfect mom status.

Which is impossible to do when your kids are small, however, when they get to be teenagers, that perfect mom award? Within grasp.

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Okay, ya’ll know I’m teasing. The whole perfect mom persona? Doesn’t exist – so don’t knock yourself out trying to achieve that goal – it’s impossible.

Instead, concentrate on carving out little pockets of mom time. And don’t feel guilty! Your kids/husband also benefit from time away from you so it’s truly a win-win situation.

Now that the kids are back-to-school full time and we’re heading into the fourth week of school, things are settling down on my homestead and I’m free to start thinking about what I both love and hate to do in my spare time – write.

There is SOMETHING about fall that gets me in the mood to write. I think it’s the crisp, refreshing weather that both invigorates and motivates me to pack my laptop case and head outdoors to write.

OR, it could be that NaNoWriMo is right around the corner and I’m mentally preparing myself to write 50,000 words in 30 days. (This will be my fourth time playing and WILL be my fourth time winning the challenge).

When fall rolls around, I’m mentally ready to face my imagination once again. I have so many story ideas floating around in my head I’m not quite sure where to start. And I have a pretty good idea what I’m going to write in November, which means I need to get on the ball and start (tentatively) outlining my story.

So, back to mom means back to writing for me. I bought a new laptop satchel the other day:

New Writing Satchel

And I can’t WAIT to haul it off to the library, the park, the coffee house or even in our own backyard and into our camper and use it. (I often have to shut myself off in the camper on the weekends in November to get away from my family. I have to have it absolutely quiet when I write. Which doesn’t really make sense when you figure I take it to the library – though I use the study rooms, which are not really helpful considering there’s always some busy body in the next room using his/her cell phone and talking too loudly, or the coffee house where there’s a ton of activity around me, but it’s different when it’s not FAMILY noise – does that make sense?)

And speaking of writing, I’m thinking of starting another writing meme on Thursday – I post a Thursday Thread story anyway, I thought it might be fun to invite everyone to join me. I’ll be posting a variety of things to prompt you – a post card from PostSecret, a crazy (and true) headline, a sentence, a Creative Commons picture from Flickr, a few words, just a variety of fun things to help jump-start your imagination.

Oh, one more thing, in case you’re wondering what that keyboard-looking thing is in my satchel?

Packing Neo

That’s a Neo. And in essence, it’s a word processor without the bells and whistles. I sometimes pull that out when I find myself spending more time surfing the web than actually writing when I’m out and about. It’s expensive, but if you’re serious about wanting to get some writing done, I HIGHLY recommend it. It comes with a USB cable, so when you’re ready to transfer your work to your PC, you just plug it into one of your USB ports and it transfers to your writing program. Super easy, fast and efficient. I love it!

Monday Stuff

Weekend Snapshot – Camp Food

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Making Us Wraps in the Camper

My husband, making us turkey/spinach wraps and chicken soup in our camper.

When the accounting gig wears thin, he could always be a chef. He can cook some seriously AWESOME stuff – he just eyeballs it and rarely uses a recipe.

I’m completely useless in that department.

Completely.

Monday Stuff

Marriage – For Real

This Monday’s writing prompt is from Absolutely Bananas and man, is it a doozy. Are you ready to hear about REAL LIFE marriage? Excellent, then take off your rose-colored glasses and let’s get started.

First of all, I’m not an expert on marriage. I’ve been married for 18 1/2 years and though we’re very happy now, we have traveled down some really bumpy roads to reach this level of happiness. The advice and experiences I share with you are my own – every relationship is different – but if you learn anything from my advice and/or mistakes, then my job here is done. πŸ™‚

The Prowl – Stage One

Though not technically in the marriage realm, searching for a perfect suitable mate is crucial to a happy marriage. And for those careful readers out there that noticed I crossed out “perfect?” You get a gold star for the day. *slaps a gold star on readers’ forehead*

Repeat after me: There is no such thing as a perfect mate.

Did you say that out loud? No? Then do it now … I’ll wait.

Excellent. Now let me explain. Potential mates are human. Potential mates change over time. Potential mates assume a persona when it suits him/her. Potential mates are moody. Potential mates …

Well, you get the idea. Everyone has “days.” When you’re on the prowl, you must accept the fact that your potential mate is very, very, VERY human and he/she will have faults – it’s guaranteed. The question is, can you LIVE with those faults for like, the rest of your life? Choose wisely, we’re talking about your future here. If you can’t live with this person’s faults? Break it off and look elsewhere. Seriously. It’s not WORTH being saddled with someone who makes you unhappy – move on to the next potential mate candidate.

And just for the record? People may change their behaviors over time, but overall? People do not change. If he’s a deadbeat boyfriend while you’re dating, you can pretty much guarantee he’ll be a deadbeat husband/father. Is that what you really want?

And for Pete’s sake, if you can’t laugh with the man/woman, then move on. Because later on, down the marital road when the passion ebbs and you’ve settled into a comfortable existence, humor is the only thing that keeps you going.

(Case in point from my past: I dated my “best friend” in high school for a time. We certainly got along well and I was comfortable being around him. BUT, the guy had no sense of humor at all – none. And in fact, lost his temper over the stupidest things. After a while, it depressed me and I couldn’t stand being around him any longer. But rather than stick it out with him because I was worried that no one better would come along? I broke it off. And guess what? Someone better DID come along and I thank God for him every day).

The Early Years – Stage Two

Congratulations! You’ve found someone you love; someone you can be yourself with; someone who makes you laugh and who shares the same interests as you. And you marry. And it’s a glorious day – one of the best in your life (as it should be). The first two years are (typically) the best years of your marriage. You’re in that euphoric stage where everything is “cute” and seemingly nothing bothers you. The fact that he kicks his shoes off wherever he feels like it? Adorable. The fact that he drinks the milk straight from the jug? Sweet – now you can share even more germs together. How romantic.

Enjoy these years. Enjoy each other. And remember this happiness because you will be forced to draw upon those happy years, perhaps even analyze them later, in your marital life. (This is assuming, of course, that they are happy years to begin with. If they are not … well, that goes beyond the scope of this post. But keep one thing in mind – if the beginning years are not happy, chances are, later years will be worse. There are exceptions, but the vast percentage is not looking good).

You’re laughing, you’re having a good time. Live it up.

The Children – Stage Three

(This is assuming you have children. If you choose not to, or it doesn’t happen for whatever reason, then you can pretty much skip the next few stages).

Here’s where it gets sticky (or stinky, whichever applies).

Pay attention: CHILDREN CHANGE EVERYTHING. They change who YOU are. They change your STATUS. They change your PRIORITIES. They change your MARRIAGE … they REALLY change your marriage.

Having children is not like having a pet. When they are babies, they will suck every last ounce of strength from you. They will tire you out. They will demand your attention. They will command your heart. They will be the center of your universe for a while.

That’s normal. But in the meantime? You have a spouse. A person who was used to your attention, your energy, your presence BEFORE the kid came along. It would really behoove you to remember that, AND to share each other’s strength. You will both need it.

Children are worth the pain, the sacrifices, the adjustments. And both you and your spouse will absolutely, positively HAVE to support each other, both physically and emotionally, during the children’s early years. You’re both adjusting and trying to juggle several things at once. In addition, your sense of self has just split into a whole new existence – you’re now more than YOU, or someone’s HUSBAND/WIFE, you’re now someone’s MOTHER/FATHER.

You can not be selfish during this time period. You can not be lazy during this time period. You must pick up where your partner has left off or someone is going to be left out in the cold; it’s just a fact of life.

Men – your sex life will change. Accept it. If you will support your wives during this VERY TRAMATIC emotional/physical shift in her life, it will be worth it. She will appreciate you in more ways than you can imagine.

Women – though he didn’t give birth to the child, he’s still struggling to handle the change. He’s not sure what to do with this little person – be patient with him. A lot of men aren’t programmed with the maternal instinct. You must teach him what to do. You must ALLOW him to do things his own way. You must respect the fact that he’s confused and feeling awkward. Belittling him, chastising him or goading him will only drive him further away. He will help, if you will show him how to help.

Again, I’m speaking from experience here. And don’t forget, you have a sense of humor buried under the diapers and fatigue – find it and use it – use it often.

The School Years – Stage Four

Things tend to level off at this stage. Your children are beginning to develop their own interests and don’t need you quite so much. (Note to parents: this is normal. LET GO).

You now have the energy and the time for you and your spouse. Use it wisely. Plan a weekly lunch/dinner date. Spend some time together. Get re-acquainted. I’m betting you’ll be surprised by the shift in attitudes and interests while you were consumed with your babies/toddlers.

The trick, at this stage, is to adjust to these changes in attitudes and interests. As mentioned, people change over time. What once used to bother them, doesn’t anymore. Or vice versa. Whether you agree with these changes is rather a moot point. Your spouse is interested and you must respect, and support that. (Assuming of course, it’s nothing perverted or potentially dangerous – use common sense, for Pete’s sake). And above all, never, ever, EVER, tell your spouse that his/her ideas are stupid. Trust me – NOT a good move. In essence, you’re calling that person stupid for feeling/thinking that way. If you disagree, say so, but don’t belittle him/her.

Again, speaking from experience here.

The school years are another time you must make adjustments. They may not be as big as the children years, but trust me, you will be forced to adapt to yet more changes. Be flexible. Be fair. Be respectful.

And don’t forget that sense of humor thing!

The Middle-Age Years – Stage Five

The kids are now teenagers, and though there are still problems and issues that must be addressed, they are problems and issues that will most likely involve your teenage children. THESE are issues and problems you can address together. However, be careful. You must agree on these issues and solutions to problems together or your very clever teenage children will use that disagreement as a wedge to pry you apart.

Do not let them.

You must remain a united front at this stage. It’s crucial for your marriage and it’s crucial as parents.

However, life has now become more comfortable. You’re still responsible for caring for your children, but not on the same levels as before. (Hence the beauty of cell phones and Facebook accounts – you can keep track of your offspring without exerting all of your energy. *grin*)

But your relationship has mellowed by this time. You’re now quite used to each other and your comfortable being around one another. You finish each other’s sentences. You develop a sixth sense and find yourselves calling each other at the same time. You start thinking alike and your sense of humor becomes a private joke that leaves outsiders scratching their heads.

Life is good once more. Your relationship has developed that soft, supple feel to it – like a wallet that has been carried around in a back pocket for years. It’s comfortable. It’s fulfilling. And your happy.

But bored.

Be careful not to allow things to settle into too much of a routine. Shake things up once in a while. And I’m not just talking about in the bedroom. Write an occasional love note and stick it in your spouse’s purse/wallet/car. Tell each other that you love one another – a lot. Show your appreciation for the things he/she does around the house.

And laugh – a lot.

The Twilight Years – Stage Six

I’m afraid I must stop at this stage; we haven’t reached it yet. Therefore, I do not have any wisdom to share with you. But my marriage so far? Has been WORTH the sacrifices, worth the good times and bad. My husband is my lover, my best friend and quite possibly the only man on this planet who had the balls to put up with me through all of these stages.

I thank God for him every day; I truly do. And I pray each and every one of you find the happiness that I’ve been blessed with, too.

Good luck.


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