Yesterday I bought a copy of Real Simple magazine (my People magazine didn't come this week), with the intention of taking a long hot soak in the tub - something I haven't had time to do in quite a while. I managed to fix dinner, eat dinner while it was still hot and then sneak into the bathroom unnoticed. As I slid into my deliciously warm bath I realized two things. Significant mildew had taken over my shower curtain, and I hadn't shaved my legs in a very, very long time. Both of these things attempted to disrupt the serenity of my tub experience as I thought about getting out and grabbing the all-purpose cleaner and trying to shave my legs while scrubbing the shower curtain thereby allowing me more time to soak afterwards.
In the end I decided not to worry about the shower curtain as I don't remember ever reading anywhere that someone died from mildew. I laid back and opened up my Real Simple magazine hoping that my life would be organized and efficient when I got out of the tub. About 5 minutes into my bliss a little face poked around the shower curtain. I've heard it said that company in a tub can be fun, but I don't think whoever said it had a 15-month-old splashing his toys onto their magazine. It looked as though simplifying my life via reading material wasn't going to be that simple.
After kicking the wee one out of the bathroom I decided to just shave my legs and get out. I reflected that I had already taken steps to simplify my life by buying one of those razors that has the shave gel bar on it so I didn't have to waste time lathering up my legs. How smart of me! After the first swipe with the razor I realized I really should do this more often. Thoughts of how this was similar to weed-wacking my way through the Amazon came to mind. In the interest of personal hygiene however I persevered, and was rewarded with a bathtub that looked like a cat had exploded inside it. Now in addition to mildew removal I would also need to find a little more time to clean the tub.
In summary, if I hadn't insisted on this silly notion of taking time for myself I could have continued traveling down my blissfully ignorant path and saved myself from yet more work. Ahhhh, such is life, simple or not. :)
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Julie's Top Ten Christmas Lessons Learned
The tree was fake, the gifts expensive and the children were up early. Ahhhhh, another Christmas here and gone. Yet this was a great Christmas. It was spent with friends....and it was still fun! And here is what I learned:
1. My friend Nicole has mad skills when it comes to picking out great Christmas gifts.
2. My friend Beezy can cook like nobody's business.
3. Beezy's husband knows his way around a turkey.
4. Watching my kids open gifts tops any other gift I might receive.
5. Shipping from Alaska costs almost as much as Obama's new healthcare plan.
6. Homemade gifts haven't gone out of style.
7. Even the most active children sit still for "Twas the Night Before Christmas."
8. My husband has more fun with the kids' toys than they do.
9. A Nintendo Wii will unite a family like no other gift (complete with shouts of "I'm gonna kick your butt this time!"
10. And finally, it's worth it. All of it. The stress, the money, the rushing around. It could be more simple, and more inexpensive I suppose - but then it wouldn't really be Christmas :)
1. My friend Nicole has mad skills when it comes to picking out great Christmas gifts.
2. My friend Beezy can cook like nobody's business.
3. Beezy's husband knows his way around a turkey.
4. Watching my kids open gifts tops any other gift I might receive.
5. Shipping from Alaska costs almost as much as Obama's new healthcare plan.
6. Homemade gifts haven't gone out of style.
7. Even the most active children sit still for "Twas the Night Before Christmas."
8. My husband has more fun with the kids' toys than they do.
9. A Nintendo Wii will unite a family like no other gift (complete with shouts of "I'm gonna kick your butt this time!"
10. And finally, it's worth it. All of it. The stress, the money, the rushing around. It could be more simple, and more inexpensive I suppose - but then it wouldn't really be Christmas :)
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
It's Fake! Fa-la-la-la-la....la-la-la-blah!
For the last 4 years Dustin and I have observed the wonderful Christmas tradition of testing out our 4-wheel drive in the backcountry of Montana in order to find "the perfect tree." Alas, we never really found the perfect tree and the day was usually fairly stressful with children repeatedly asking, "are we there yet?" "Is this the one Mom?" and "Is there a bathroom close by?"
When we moved to Alaska I was certain that I would be surrounded by glorious Christmas trees on every side. I couldn't wait to go out into the woods before our first Christmas here and pick from the millions of perfect pines just waiting to be "the one!" Alas, it was not meant to be.
Pine trees don't grow well in Alaska. Fake trees do. Real, beautiful, "perfect" trees stand in the lot at Wal-Mart or Lowe's and cost approximately 1 kidney and 2 corneas. So this year we had to decide between our ideal live tree or Christmas presents to go under it.
It's a cute tree. It doesn't even remotely resemble anything that once lived, but it holds all the ornaments that I lovingly hauled 3,000 miles just to put on it. It won't shed needles. It doesn't require water and therefore won't dry out. I can put it up again next year too. But somehow it just isn't the same.
Sooooo, I went over to my friend Catherine's today just to bask in the glow that is her live Christmas tree. I sniffed, touched and stared at that fabulously thick and well-groomed tree. It looks like it belongs on the White House lawn. Jealousy is such a disgusting emotion!
However, my friend Nicole was kind enough to provide me with a solution to my problem. She bought me a "Christmas Tree Grow Kit". So thoughtful of her. All I have to do is plant the seed in the teeny-tiny little pot, faithfully water it, repot it 127 times over the next 20 years and then voila! my very own live Christmas tree! Boy will that be a wild and crazy Christmas party.
Until then though, I will happily decorate my little faux tree and try to remind myself that, "it's the thought that counts!"
When we moved to Alaska I was certain that I would be surrounded by glorious Christmas trees on every side. I couldn't wait to go out into the woods before our first Christmas here and pick from the millions of perfect pines just waiting to be "the one!" Alas, it was not meant to be.
Pine trees don't grow well in Alaska. Fake trees do. Real, beautiful, "perfect" trees stand in the lot at Wal-Mart or Lowe's and cost approximately 1 kidney and 2 corneas. So this year we had to decide between our ideal live tree or Christmas presents to go under it.
It's a cute tree. It doesn't even remotely resemble anything that once lived, but it holds all the ornaments that I lovingly hauled 3,000 miles just to put on it. It won't shed needles. It doesn't require water and therefore won't dry out. I can put it up again next year too. But somehow it just isn't the same.
Sooooo, I went over to my friend Catherine's today just to bask in the glow that is her live Christmas tree. I sniffed, touched and stared at that fabulously thick and well-groomed tree. It looks like it belongs on the White House lawn. Jealousy is such a disgusting emotion!
However, my friend Nicole was kind enough to provide me with a solution to my problem. She bought me a "Christmas Tree Grow Kit". So thoughtful of her. All I have to do is plant the seed in the teeny-tiny little pot, faithfully water it, repot it 127 times over the next 20 years and then voila! my very own live Christmas tree! Boy will that be a wild and crazy Christmas party.
Until then though, I will happily decorate my little faux tree and try to remind myself that, "it's the thought that counts!"
Monday, November 30, 2009
"Not Really That Satisfying"
This past Thanksgiving weekend my family and I joined several of our friends for a sledding expedition. We went to this HUGE sledding hill and observed several wild and crazy teenagers careening out of control and then wiping out spectacularly at the bottom. Of course my children were quite excited to take their turn at all this fun and even trudged up this mountain without complaining. I accompanied them to the top expecting them to change their minds once they saw it from a different angle (lord knows I had my doubts about the sanity of all those zipping towards the bottom). Certainly they could foresee the same broken bones, back injuries and miscellaneous other aches and pains that I did? AS IF!! After observing several people ahead of them rocket towards the bottom, my two did what appeared to be some kind of cliff diving maneuver and threw themselves down this hill at full speed, otter-style, without a sled! I had visions of Chevy Chase in National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation when he greases up his sled and goes for miles, finally ending up in the Walmart parking lot.
I briefly heard my mother say "Just because everyone is jumping off a bridge, doesn't mean you have to do it too." Then I threw myself down the hill, otter-style. Fortunately, this otter has plenty of padding and landed at the bottom uninjured.
When we had all gathered at the bottom I asked the boys what they thought of the sledding hill. Connor said it was "pretty cool." Austin, ever the enthusiast of the family, said, "I really didn't find it that satisfying." Somehow, this didn't stop him from trekking up that hill and careening down again and again.
I briefly heard my mother say "Just because everyone is jumping off a bridge, doesn't mean you have to do it too." Then I threw myself down the hill, otter-style. Fortunately, this otter has plenty of padding and landed at the bottom uninjured.
When we had all gathered at the bottom I asked the boys what they thought of the sledding hill. Connor said it was "pretty cool." Austin, ever the enthusiast of the family, said, "I really didn't find it that satisfying." Somehow, this didn't stop him from trekking up that hill and careening down again and again.
Monday, November 23, 2009
"Is Santa Like God?"
"Sliding through the snow, in a big old Expedition, o'er the drifts we go....screaming all the way - ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Tis the season my friends - whether you like it or not! And as the commercialism builds, so does the excitement in my house. Recently I've heard statements such as these: "Is Santa like God?" and (my favorite), "all you need to get gifts is a tree and decorations." I've also enjoyed several renditions of Jingle Bells Batman Smells and other little dirty ditties thoughtfully taught by the other children at school.
Whenever Dustin starts a fire in the fireplace I remind him to burn the flyers first before the kids can get a look at all the toys. Chain stores are EVIL this time of year. Don't these people have children? Don't they realize the havoc they wreak in parents' lives? Don't they know that a lot of the family drama at the holidays comes after hearing "and I want that, and that, and that, and one of those...." about 60 million times!!!!
I could go on and on, and eventually I will, but for now I'll wrap it up and get to work so I can afford "that, and that, and one of those!"
Tis the season my friends - whether you like it or not! And as the commercialism builds, so does the excitement in my house. Recently I've heard statements such as these: "Is Santa like God?" and (my favorite), "all you need to get gifts is a tree and decorations." I've also enjoyed several renditions of Jingle Bells Batman Smells and other little dirty ditties thoughtfully taught by the other children at school.
Whenever Dustin starts a fire in the fireplace I remind him to burn the flyers first before the kids can get a look at all the toys. Chain stores are EVIL this time of year. Don't these people have children? Don't they realize the havoc they wreak in parents' lives? Don't they know that a lot of the family drama at the holidays comes after hearing "and I want that, and that, and that, and one of those...." about 60 million times!!!!
I could go on and on, and eventually I will, but for now I'll wrap it up and get to work so I can afford "that, and that, and one of those!"
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tiptoeing Through the Snow
Here I am, trying to be a better (more consistent) blogger. Of course it's easier when trapped inside by freezing temperatures and slippery conditions (and I'm procrastinating doing my housework and my "real job"). Anywhoooooo......
I have a feeling that this winter will be harder on Beanie than the rest of us. Luckily, we humans don't have to squat in the snow. Each morning I chuckle as I take "the girls" out to check their "pee-mail" and Beanie tries in vain to find a spot that is not covered in snow. She tiptoes through the snow, lifting each paw high in the air, as if she is too good to get her mitts cold and wet. After about 5 minutes of searching the yard she bites the bullet and squats in the snow. Without fail there is usually a look of shock, mixed with disgust, on her face as her butt touches the snow. Beanie has been subjected to a lot in her years with us (being mauled by babies, being dressed up, moving over and over), but I'm fairly certain if she could speak she would say there is nothing worse than sticking your pooty-poo into the snow!
Ahhh, something new to say at the table this Thanksgiving when we go around and tell what we're thankful for.....I don't have to pee in the snow! :)-
I have a feeling that this winter will be harder on Beanie than the rest of us. Luckily, we humans don't have to squat in the snow. Each morning I chuckle as I take "the girls" out to check their "pee-mail" and Beanie tries in vain to find a spot that is not covered in snow. She tiptoes through the snow, lifting each paw high in the air, as if she is too good to get her mitts cold and wet. After about 5 minutes of searching the yard she bites the bullet and squats in the snow. Without fail there is usually a look of shock, mixed with disgust, on her face as her butt touches the snow. Beanie has been subjected to a lot in her years with us (being mauled by babies, being dressed up, moving over and over), but I'm fairly certain if she could speak she would say there is nothing worse than sticking your pooty-poo into the snow!
Ahhh, something new to say at the table this Thanksgiving when we go around and tell what we're thankful for.....I don't have to pee in the snow! :)-
Monday, November 9, 2009
Winter: A Beautiful Pain in the Butt
When we woke up this morning it was as if Mother Nature was announcing "Tah-Dah!" A beautiful 6 inches of snow covered everything. Apparently, the snow normally flies around the beginning of October, but this year it decided to hold off a little longer. And that concludes the "I'm incredibly excited about the snow" portion of this post.
The boys of course were ecstatic and immediately started digging out snow pants, boots, etc. I had visions of the 20 minutes on...."I have to pee"....2 seconds off drill, although that was not the case this morning. They did manage to get everything on by themselves (30 minutes early) and then get too hot about 5 minutes before we were to leave for the bus and stripped everything back off. Soooo, even though we had planned to leave on time, we didn't. And it seems that no matter how organized I am each year (box by the door for hats, mittens, scarves, etc), we will still spend every morning racing around with the same dialogue, which goes something like this:
Mom: Where is your hat?
Connor: I don't know.
Mom: Why isn't it in the box?
Connor: What box?
Mom: The box by the door that holds all your cold weather stuff!
Connor: Oh, that box.
Mom: So, where is your hat and your gloves?
Connor: I don't know!
Mom: Look for them!
Connor: I need help!
Mom: Austin, help your brother.
Austin: Why do I have too?
Mom: Because Noah is too small, I'm too busy and Santa Claus isn't here! That's why!
10 minutes later.....
Mom: Did you guys find all your stuff?
Austin: What stuff?
Mom: Your hat, mittens, coats, boots......
Austin: Oh, that stuff. Yeah, it's in the box.
Mom: Why aren't you wearing it?
Austin: You didn't tell us it was time to go.
Mom: For the love of God, go get your stuff on!
Austin: Jeez mom, why do you get so cranky in the morning?
And that concludes the "winter makes moms more crazy than usual" portion of the post!
The boys of course were ecstatic and immediately started digging out snow pants, boots, etc. I had visions of the 20 minutes on...."I have to pee"....2 seconds off drill, although that was not the case this morning. They did manage to get everything on by themselves (30 minutes early) and then get too hot about 5 minutes before we were to leave for the bus and stripped everything back off. Soooo, even though we had planned to leave on time, we didn't. And it seems that no matter how organized I am each year (box by the door for hats, mittens, scarves, etc), we will still spend every morning racing around with the same dialogue, which goes something like this:
Mom: Where is your hat?
Connor: I don't know.
Mom: Why isn't it in the box?
Connor: What box?
Mom: The box by the door that holds all your cold weather stuff!
Connor: Oh, that box.
Mom: So, where is your hat and your gloves?
Connor: I don't know!
Mom: Look for them!
Connor: I need help!
Mom: Austin, help your brother.
Austin: Why do I have too?
Mom: Because Noah is too small, I'm too busy and Santa Claus isn't here! That's why!
10 minutes later.....
Mom: Did you guys find all your stuff?
Austin: What stuff?
Mom: Your hat, mittens, coats, boots......
Austin: Oh, that stuff. Yeah, it's in the box.
Mom: Why aren't you wearing it?
Austin: You didn't tell us it was time to go.
Mom: For the love of God, go get your stuff on!
Austin: Jeez mom, why do you get so cranky in the morning?
And that concludes the "winter makes moms more crazy than usual" portion of the post!
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