Life

Letting Them Go Just a Little Bit More

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And that’s how my day started.

But it wasn’t just the stress of them driving to school, by themselves, for the first time (by the way, Dude drove them both, Jazz can’t drive yet. So, both my babies in the car – double stress!), it was the fact that I forgot all about the frost factor.

And Dude’s car’s back window defroster thing doesn’t work.

It all started with a warning, “Dude. Are you ready to drive to school on Friday?”

I received a grunt. Which doesn’t tell me much other than the fact that he heard my voice (not necessarily my words). That was good enough for me. (For I could also claim later, “but you GRUNTED! So I know you heard me!” Heh. I’m not a mom of two teenage boys for nothing, thank you very much).

I made sure today would be a good weather day. No snow. No ice. No thunderstorms on the way.

Sixty and sunny – perfect.

Only … I didn’t take into account that the weather would be a “frosty” 28 degrees when they took off for school today, and since the car they drive is outside, this means the thing was frost covered and required scraping.

Dude and I grabbed a scraper and I helped him scrape his windows. In the meantime, the clock was ticking and I knew if they didn’t get on the road in the next five minutes, they would be in serious trouble of walking in late.

Luckily, the car has a good heater aside from the broken back window defroster, and we soon had the car cleaned off. (In fact, I overdid it because I didn’t want to take a chance on him not being able to see out of his windows – not the most ideal situation for a newbie driver).

They got on the road at exactly 7:30. They had exactly twenty minutes to get to school, park, walk across the parking lot and get into class before the bell rung at 7:50 a.m.

I asked Jazz to text me that they had arrived so I wouldn’t worry about them. (I asked Jazz because I didn’t want to distract Dude from driving, parking, other drivers, etc).

At 7:45 a.m., I still didn’t hear anything. I tried not to worry but hello, I’m mom, it’s my job. At 7:46 a.m., I texted them both “Are you there?”

Nothing.

At 7:47 a.m., I called Jazz’s number – it went straight to voice mail. He hadn’t turned his phone on yet.

At 7:47 a.m. and 30 seconds, I called Jazz’s number again. This time, it rang several times before his voice mail message came up. At least the boy had turned it on, which meant THEY WERE ALIVE.

But still … I wondered, I fretted and I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw on a jacket, put on some shoes and drove up to the school taking the same route they would have taken just in case they had had an accident or broke down somewhere along the way and I would find them.

I tried not to, but I kept picturing them involved in an accident on my way to the school. I’m a big believer in NOT believing that kind of stuff happening, so I had a time struggling to keep my imagination in check.

But everything was normal up to the school. I drove into the parking lot of the school at 7:55 a.m. I wasn’t expecting to find them in the parking lot, but still … I had to check.

I saw a boy who looked exactly like Dude walking toward the building. My heart jumped into my sinus cavity and bounced off my cranium.

“Oh Lord. Something happened. And where is Jazz?”

I sort of sped through the parking lot (don’t do that, it’s dangerous, by the way), to see if that was indeed Dude. To my utter relief, it wasn’t – just another poor kid late to school.

I drove through the parking lot until I located Dude’s car.

Yes. Yes, I did. I probably shouldn’t admit that, and I won’t tell the boys that, but we’re all friends here and I can trust you, right?

RIGHT??

Anyway, I found the car. It was safely in a parking space and my heart finally safely resumed a normal beat.

In my heart, I KNOW they will be fine. Dude is a good driver, he’s very cautious, perhaps too cautious, but I can’t help worrying about them. I will probably continue worrying about them until they have some experience driving – I know that’s no guarantee that nothing will happen, but at least the odds of something happening dwindle as time goes on.

This letting go of my children thing is HARD. I’m getting better at it, but it’s times like these, like today, when I let them go just a bit more that it really hits me … this parenting gig is BITTER/SWEET.

Just you wait, you young whipper-snappers, your kids will be where my kids are now someday and you’ll know, first hand, just what the heck I’m talking about.

Work Stuff

Transforming Myself into a Grown Up

So, I’ve been busy at work.

Working Hard

What? Yes I have.

(Do I need to explain this photo? Fine. Kevin and I stayed at the office for lunch [actually, we do that most days to save on gas driving home] and we locked the door, turned off the lights, put our “will be back at 1:00 sign” and had lunch. After lunch, I got sleepy, so I put on my coat [because I was cold, duh], propped my feet up on my new desk and took a twenty minute snooze. It’s my office, I’ll take a snooze at lunch if I want to).

So you’re wondering how the job hunting is going, right?

Well, I’ll tell ya.

My resume is DONE.

resume

Yep. I finally wrote the sucker. And it was like pulling teeth because OH MY GOSH, that was tough trying to wax poetic about my past work experience.

And I have experience, just not a lot of experience in ONE field. My experience stems from Restaurant, Banking, Retail, to Web Management. I’m experienced in diversified environments. (That’s an actual line from my resume). I can also offer solid writing, editing, and business skills, too. (Another line from my resume).

My resume turned out well; I’m happy with it. In fact, Kevin was so impressed with my format he wants me to re-do his resume as well. Not that he will need his resume any time soon (*ahem*), but it’s nice to have one handy just in case, don’t you know.

Now, I need to write a cover letter.

Just shoot me now. Thank God I have some examples to look at.

The job I have my eye on is still listed. I’m pretty sure I’m sabotaging myself – dragging my feet so I can say “Oh no! Why did I wait so long!” when the listing is taken off and I haven’t applied.

I do that – sabotage myself. That way, I can’t fail because I never tried.

You had no idea I was such a chicken sh*t, did you.

But even if I wait too long and the listing is removed, I’m still going to send in my information … just in case they need someone in the near future. I’m also going to tweak my resume so I can submit it to Cox Hospitals as well. I’d still really like to find some sort of clerical job in the health care field, too.

I dream high, I know.

In addition to finishing my resume and writing my cover letter, I’m going to redesign my professional website as well. I’m hoping that by providing a link to my website it will give me an edge over my competitors. (Told you I dream big). But I need to redesign it because it’s too cutesy and it looks dated. I want something that’s a little more professional, still fun, but more professional. Don’t believe me? Take a gander:

screen-shot

See? Cute. Not professional. Redesigning my work site shouldn’t take me too long – I found a graphic on istockphoto.com that I plan on using. Now that I have an idea, it’s just a matter of making the graphics, which I’m pretty fast at. I have all of the content compiled and ready to go, I just need to insert everything in the right place.

I”m loving my office, but I must confess, I’ve been spending more time watching people outside my window than I have been actually working. I took care of that temptation by shutting my blinds. I thought having a window would be cool, and it is, but it’s also really distracting – so I have an office with a window that I never use.

I got my business cards the other day. I emptied out my business card holder to put my new cards in and what do I find tucked inside?? THREE gift cards that I totally forgot I had!! One to Starbucks, one to Barnes and Noble and one to JCPenney. I checked the balances on all of these cards and YIPPEE! Free money!

Kevin and I will use the Starbucks gift card today when we go to lunch (we always go to lunch every Wednesday and then treat ourselves to Starbucks afterwards) and I’ll hold off using the Barnes and Noble one (I’ll probably end up buying the new Dreamweaver “Classroom in a book” book), but I can use the JCPenney one right away.

I’ll need an interview outfit, you see.

Since I’ve been out of the working world for so long, I got rid of all of my work clothes – I mean, I have some nice casual clothes, but definitely nothing I can wear on an interview. I’ll need to go shopping very soon because I’m totally convinced I’m going to be called for interviews now that I have a snazzy new resume and a killer cover letter (that I have yet to write but I’m sure will be killer when I get done with it).

Also? Hair. As in, I seriously need to get a new ‘do. I bought a hair magazine the other day (and why exactly do I do that? I buy these hair magazines about once every two years and every time I buy them I think, “these hairdos look like the ones in the last magazine I bought”. This time was no exception) and I found a style that I think will look flattering on me and professional at the same time.

My criteria for ‘dos? It must have bangs. My forehead is not attractive. It’s high, wrinkly and I have a three-inch scar running up into it from my left eye (car accident, long story). It’s just not sexy. I’ve had styles where I didn’t really have bangs (like now, actually) and I hate it. Bangs soften my face. I would LOVE to go short, like bob short, but the older I get, the more my face is sagging and I am definitely developing a tendency toward jowls. I think a bob cut would only accentuate my jowls.

Sexy, right?

I’ve made an appointment to get my haircut on Friday. I’ll try and remember to take before and after pictures.

The bottom line? I want to be ready WHEN (notice I’m staying optimistic here) I get called for an interview. I’ll be honest, (when am I not?), I’m scared to put myself back out into the working world. But at the same time, I’m really excited to start a new chapter in my life.

And think of the blogging material! It’s a win-win situation, don’t you think? πŸ˜€

Thanks for indulging me as I chronicle this new chapter. Hopefully, this story will have a happy ending.

Abundant Life

Audio Teaching: Processing Anger in a Healthy Manner

by Karen Theisen
This teaching is about how to deal with our own anger in a healthy manner. It starts by taking a look at the myth that anger is always a sin. Biblically, there are two kinds of anger — justified (like that which God and Jesus Christ display) and unjustified (like what the Pharisees displayed). Anger is simply an emotion, but how we choose to relate to it determines whether or not it is sin. Ephesians 4:26 is examined to see the “how” of properly processing anger and channeling it into constructive behavior. The teaching also looks at the physiological, psychological, and spiritual prices we pay when we inappropriately deal with our anger. It concludes by showing godly strategies to deal with anger, focusing on Jesus’ example of forgiveness (“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do”).

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Sporting Events? No Thanks

I'm not a sports fan.

In fact, it's pretty safe to say, I am not interested in sports, of any kind, whatsoever.

The Super Bowl coming up? (It is coming up, right?) Could care less. The only thing I'm even remotely interested in are the commercials and even then, I'll watch them online and only then, based on what people say about them. (Because I'm nothing if not curious – don't think I jump on bandwagons because ugh, no).

I used to watch football, keeping track of favorite teams and how they were doing and who made it to the Super Bowl, but I've lost interest and I haven't watched a football game in, oh, a decade maybe?

I watch my boys' school football team but ONLY because Jazz (youngest son) plays the saxophone in the school marching band and I DIG the marching bands.

In fact, it's pretty safe to say I'm one of THOSE moms when it comes to band competitions. (I.E. Fiercely loyal, but not irrationally so).

I like basketball. In fact, Kevin and I will be going to watch a few games coming up – but again, because Jazz will be playing in the band during those games; I wouldn't go otherwise.

But if I had to choose a sport, basketball would be one I could sit through without wanting to claw my eyeballs out. I like basketball because it's fast, unpredictable and there's always something happening. I could do without the sweaty gym smell, though.

I LOATHE baseball. I mean, just abhor it. It's soooooo boring to watch, either live or on TV. I don't want to offend anyone, but I'm hard pressed to even call ball players athletes, I mean, they stand around all day unless a ball happens to come their way or it's their turn at bat. You couldn't pay me to watch baseball … wait, yes you could. But I'd be one of those annoying observers who wouldn't shut up about a bunch of guys standing around waiting for something to happen.

Now racing? I can dig it. And I watch it. I didn't always like it, but Kevin started getting into it and in order to find common ground and do something together, I started watching it and I have to admit, I enjoy it.

At first, it was like, "it's a bunch of guys driving around in circles," but it's really so much more. And I used to think the same thing about race car drivers like I do baseball players – how are they athletes? They're sitting around on their butts all day.

But they are having to constantly deal with the G-forces of driving and keeping the car on the racetrack and that takes a lot of physical exertion, I'm sure.

Then there's the driving strategy, and the fuel and tire issues, and what plan of action to take after a caution comes out and there's a lot of things to deal with in racing. It's not simply driving a car, it takes skills.

(Not implying baseball doesn't take skills, but still).

I like tennis, but really only because my husband used to play tennis in high school and it gives us something to talk about. I can play tennis, but I'm not very good. Now THAT'S a tough sport. You're constantly in motion, running back and forth, hitting balls .. that takes a lot of strength and endurance.

The boys? Hate sports. They have zero interest in any kind of sport. They have never taken any sort of interest in sports whatsoever. Even though Jazz plays music at football and basketball games, he doesn't enjoy it. He loves the playing music part, but he hates the sitting around waiting to play part.

At first, it sort of bothered me that the boys didn't like sports that much. I mean, society seems to want to label people (especially boys) as weird if they aren't into sports and I would be a little embarrassed to admit that our boys didn't play and didn't have any interest in sports. But now? I don't care. Whenever anyone new asks what sports our boys play (see? They just assume – why is that?), I simply tell them,

"They don't play sports. In fact, they don't like sports. They are geeks and we're quite okay with that. Geeks are usually successful and make money."

Well, they do.

I've also seen too many kids, too many family members, end up with broken bones and long-term issues from injuries sustained from high school sports. I think it would kill me if one of them got seriously hurt playing a game.

I also don't care for how parents react at sporting events, either. I can understand a parent caring enough for their kid's team to want them to perform well and winning IS fun, I mean, I get into the band competitions, but it's not a do-or-die situation. These parents that yell obscenities at the coaches, the referees, other players and worse, at their own kids, sicken me. I've watched too many young faces wither and die under a parent's harsh criticism of their sporting performance.

FOR A GAME. That won't mean a whole hell of a lot in a week's time. I just don't get it.

And then there are the sporting celebrities who tend to get away with all sorts of disgusting behaviors. What exactly is that teaching our young athletes? And let's not forget how much professional athletes make. I mean, they should definitely get paid well, they are, after all, putting their bodies through the wringer all in the name of entertainment, but the fact that big-sporting names make millions of dollars when other professions, like teaching, law enforcement, fire fighting and other equally important community careers only just scrape by.

It infuriates me. Our priorities are screwed up. We place a higher value on sports than we do on education. (And let's not forget actors – but that's a different rant).

Again, I just don't get the appeal. I mean sure, sports are fun, both to watch and play (for some people) and they teach our young people the importance of team work, following rules and camaraderie, but when it's all said and done, it's a GAME. It won't change the world, it won't pay the bills, (unless one is lucky enough to go pro – and let's be honest, those are some pretty high odds) – it's a fleeting distraction, a moment in time that will soon be chronicled and later forgotten.

I just don't get it.

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This Vlog is Only Several Weeks Late

Oops. I forgot I taped this.

I actually vlogged this back in December, a few days before I checked myself into the emergency room and later had three feet of my guts cut out of my body.

But you’ve heard enough about that little drama.

Anyhoo, don’t watch this on an empty stomach.

(By the way? The Bahamas reference? Most likely ain’t gonna happen – at least, not this summer. But I’ve been wrong before so …).

(Oh. And the writing my novel in January thing? HAHAHAHAHA! Whatever).

“Talk” to you soon.

Food

Cooking Italian-Style Chicken Strips

This is Jazz, my youngest son, and he’s eating a dish that he cooked for us the other night.

I know, judging by his expression, that he appears not to like what he cooked, but actually, he was trying (keyword: trying) to appear cool in his approval.

I’m thinking he failed.

Anyway, he made this recipe in cooking class and he was dying to try it out on us.

Actually, Dude took the same cooking class and …

What’s that? How in the world did I coax my very manly teenage boys to take a cooking class?

You mean aside from my threats of getting out of the car when I drop them off in the morning, wave and yell so loudly that our neighbors in the next county can hear me, “Have a good day, boys! Mommy loves you!”?

Er … nothing. They WANTED to take the class. I didn’t have to do anything.

Granted, it sounded more fun than a lot of the other class choices, but still, cooking class – for my teenage boys. I was quite thrilled, if you want the truth. I mean come on, EVERYONE needs to know how to cook for themselves, right? I mean, I’m quite sure I’ll be over at their apartments every day making sure they drink more water than soda, brush their teeth and to pick up their dirty (stinky) socks, I can’t possibly make their meals too, now can I? I mean, I need to draw the line somewhere, don’t I?

(Okay fine, I’ll be cooking their meals, too. Whatever).

Anyway, where was I … oh yeah. Voluntarily taking a cooking class. Actually, the boys don’t mind taking classes they feel will benefit them in “real” life (because going to school to learn proper English and how to calculate distance is not real life, don’t you know). And this cooking class was definitely in that “real-life” category.

I’m proud to say that both boys quite enjoyed their cooking class (and when I asked them if there were a lot of boys in their cooking classes, thinking that maybe the REAL reason they wanted to take the cooking class was because it would be chock full of cute girls and they wanted to take advantage of the 50:1 girl-to-boy ratio, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that there were quite a few boys taking the class. Of course, they could have been lying to me but let’s humor my disillusions, shall we?).

In fact, Jazz enjoyed his class SO much that he wanted to try one of his favorite recipes from the class out on us.

So, last Thursday night was Jazz’s night to cook for us. I asked him what he needed, I put those items on our grocery list, I bought those items for him, and he cooked for us.

We had to monkey rig the breading a bit – there simply wasn’t enough to coat the number of strips we made, but it turned out really good and we’ll definitely be adding it to our recipe rotation list. (Kevin made a database of recipes and printed it out so when it comes time to plan the next week’s menu, all I have to do is take out that list and POW, instant no brainer. I like no brainers).

Here is the recipe for Italian-Style Chicken Strips if you want to try it out for yourself:

Italian-Style Chicken Strips

Prep: 15 minutes | Cook time: 20 minutes | Serves 4

1/4 cup dry bread crumbs (by the way, don’t waste your money buying bread crumbs, just toast some bread, then take a fork and scrape off the crumbs).
1/2 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1/2 teaspoon Garlic Salt
1/2 teaspoon Pepper
1/4 cup corn meal (we had to add this just to make more breading. It worked nicely).
1 pound of skinless, boneless chicken breasts cut into strips
1 cup Olive oil
1 jar of spaghetti sauce
Spaghetti noodles (enough to feed four [or more] people).

One
Preheat oven to 425 degrees.

Two
Combine bread crumbs, Italian seasoning, garlic salt, and pepper in a bowl. Give it a good stir.

Three
Cut chicken into 1/2 inch strips. Place in breading mixture, coat chicken completely.

Four
Place chicken in a single layer on a baking sheet. Drizzle Olive oil over chicken strips.

Five
Bake 9 minutes. Turn pieces over and bake another 9 to 11 minutes until cooked completely through.

Six
Serve with spaghetti noodles, pour spaghetti sauce over chicken strips and noodles.

Seven
Praise your child immensely and try and talk your child into cooking for you more often. Momma needs more blogging material.

Enjoy!!