Great reading material just in time for spending hours in a van between running legs tomorrow.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Waaahhh, I thought that milk fortified with gallons of a lab created sweetener was GOOD FOR ME! All these years I thought that french fries were a vegetable and that green beans were supposed to be grey! I feel so lied to, so deceived! I'm angry and want someone to blame!!
The Government!! Yes, yes, it's all clear now. I shall blame The Government. USDA = evil. Free public education = evil (I knew that one was to good to be true!) Oh, I feel so much better now. And less responsible.
I do agree that school lunches do and, always have, suck(ed). When I was a single parent, my son was in early grade school. I had to be at work at 7am, so I would drop him off the moment the doors opened at the school for breakfast. We were eligible for reduced meals (.20 each) and I was so grateful. I was rather confused that he kept having french toast sticks for breakfast, but hey, it was nearly free.
When our high school football team sucks, what do we do as Americans? We all get together as parents, have a meeting and decide how we're going to get rid of that Coach! Damn right!! Football is important, and if our kids aren't doing well, then we have to do something.
The same should be true of this school lunch thing. But the reason that there has been no meeting over this, is that the parents eat that way too. Nutrition is seen as something that comes out like *blah blah blah* from people that do other weird stuff like go to the gym regularly. Most people are to involved with important stuff like TV to be bothered about what Little Johnny had for lunch. And anyway, they're kids - they'll just run it off.
While they sit in front of the TV/computer/XBOX. But whatever, they're quiet, right?
I'm being a bit grouchy, now, so I will quit this diatribe. But what is really bothering me is the blaming of the big bad Government. We are the only country in the world that operates by the people, for the people. On a small scale (local schools) it just takes a few meetings and a committee to get things changed. We'd do it for football!
I must add to this, I am now a home school Mom. I take issue with much more than just the nutritive value at our local public school and have seen fit to take my children out of the equation all-together. My oldest son is exceptionally bright and will most likely need to take advantage of the free public school system in the next year or two to have adequate higher schooling. I will be sending a lunch with him.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Best Breakfast Scramble Ever! I made it exactly as the recipe calls for the first time around, but deviated a little bit from the original recipe the second time. I didn't use nearly as much oil as it called for.
|Onion and garlic in a pan sprayed with Pam.|
|Add the mushrooms after the onions are a little cooked.|
|Mmmm...looks like feta.|
The recipe has you push the veggies to the side and fry up the tofu in a little vegetable oil. I used less than a tablespoon of oil over medium/high heat. I let it fry up for a couple of minutes, and then just stirred it all together to finish frying it.
The sauce is what really makes this taste like eggs. The Nutritional Yeast has a nutty, cheesy flavor that tremendously helps the nearly tasteless tofu. I like to put enough on to coat and then heat through. These "scrambled eggs" are best rolled in a tortilla with a little salsa. I've been a breakfast burrito lover for years, and this one was good enough to fool me.
Try it and tell me what you think!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Some are neat nicks.
Most fall in between.
I've never fallen in between a line in my adult life. I am all or nothing, one way or another, here or there. I remember being normal...some time...maybe in my pre-teen years, but for the bulk of time that I can remember, I have been an extremist.
I like things clean. I'm not a "clean with Clorox till my skin rots off" kind of girl, but I do get frustrated when my house is in a constant state of disarray.
Having 4 children and a daycare has helped me to change my mind a bit. I am now resigned that spending 15 minutes in each room every day is enough to tidy up and take care of hygienic cleanliness. I have learned a hard fast rule of fact that "Either the kitchen or the living room shall be clean on any given day, but neither shall be clean on the same day." Sometimes you have to let go.
Our oldest daughter, I fear, is sort of a messy girl. She is a very talented artist and is equally comfortable on a musical instrument as she is with paint, pencil or tape...lots and lots of scotch tape. I know that artistic folks can be somewhat oblivious of the world around them - so I give her a break on things like cleaning her room and changing her clothes / brushing her hair. What? We're a home school family! Don't be judge-ie!!
|My Free Spirit and her little sister The Drill Sergeant|
a) it took me 3 hours
b) I hauled 3 full bags and a BOX of trash out
c) she farted around and organized her dresser ONLY in that amount of time
d) I will likely be doing this again soon
The goal now is to help her maintain it. I follow FlyLady to help me stay on a cleaning schedule. I think it would be good for her to do the same with her room. All it takes is 15 minutes per day to pick up the things we left lying around. I hope to not exasperate her with the cleaning thing. It's necessary for organization and peace of mind, but not life or death.
I just want my little Rock Star to grow and thrive in a somewhat clean environment. I don't want to stifle her creativity, but I do want her to learn to join the world around her at some point!
Here's to another Saturday spent cleaning a big messy room. Go Mom!!
Friday, September 23, 2011
I am never even slightly deluded in to thinking that I deserve such a patient, loving man.
And while it's wonderful to be loved, it's also so good to be known.
This morning, he left for work at the usual time. He came home an hour later with a gift that just proves how well he knows me. He parked down the street and rang the bell - a DOZEN roses in hand.
There are 2 white roses to represent he and I. Two pink for our sweet little girls, two peach for our rough and tumble boys. There are 5 open roses to represent our 5 years of marriage, and one closed bud for the future that is to come. What a romantic man...*sigh*
To round it out, he brought me the latest issue of Triathlete magazine, a beautiful card with a handwritten sentiment, and a few tasty treats from the bulk section of the health market.
So he was home all day with us - we all went to the mall and had some fun, then later we went for a run! We are doing a Little Relay Race next week so this was our second run for the day. Just between you, me, and the whole of the internet - I ran my best 5k to date this evening. On tired legs! This cooler weather, and the cross training of cycling and swimming is really doing me some good.
To bad it doesn't count since hubby was pacing me.
What a great day...each and every year since 2006! Here's us, the spring before we were married.
Here's to aging gracefully!
Thursday, September 22, 2011
When I waited tables, this was the LAST thing I wanted to hear. It was my experience that someone who says that, usually DOES complain. And they prelude it with this statement every time. You can usually tell, because they are EXPERTS at it. They know just how to slightly intimidate you and when that doesn't work, they ask for the manager and try to push him/her around.
Unfortunately, someone who wants a free supper because their steak wasn't cooked to order probably walks around feeling that they are entitled to preferential treatment in many aspects of their lives. They drive around the parking lot looking for the best spot, vie for "poll position" at stop lights, and get really irate when they have to wait in line behind more than 1 person at the store.
This is an over-arching theme in many of our lives. Complaining. Whether a mild feeling of annoyance at common things, or despair over a variety of life's issues, the bottom line is complaining will do no good.
Feeling overwhelmed is a sure start to my whining diatribe. When the buffer of my physical and mental computer is full, there's no way but out through the mouth-hole. This is usually most evident on Wednesday nights about 9pm. After a full day of daycare, home school, meals, diapers, and clean-up...then a full evening at church working with children...we get home with sugar amped little cretins that need to go to bed.
I kick toys, and try to clean the whole house while complaining about how everyone leaves their crap around the house and nobody ever helps me. I think bout how I much I hate volunteering my time, home schooling my kids, hell - I even think about selling a couple of the bad ones.
But, by morning, everything is cool again. I feel re-booted and the buffer is, again, empty and awaiting download. But how much better could life be if I skipped that part?
Everyone has problems. We all have to wait in line, pay a fee that seems unnecessary, and deal with fatigue. It's how we react to it that makes the difference in our lives. I'm not suggesting that we walk around giggling,with a dazed grin on our faces. On second thought - it might help.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
|My alarm clock in "Dora Snooze Mode"|
I spent the better part of the morning in my room on the heating pad, wondering if my body was going to loosen up enough to move. It seems that my adventure of running twice on Friday was met with a little opposition.
A little ibuprofen, a walk around Shopko on an ill-fated search for a new torchiere lamp, and I was better. Still, not sure that my future will hold many of these relay races. The training is killer!
|Our exercise room - and the "Alarm Clock", again.|
Friday, September 16, 2011
|Miss A loves her some butternut squash!|
|Variety of color = variety of nutrients|
|Me before Lincoln Marathon 2045|
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
No details, but suffice it to say that it has to do with child care for our upcoming 86 mile relay race. I'm sure it will all workout, though right now I'm on the edge of a nervous break down.
I'm ready to run. Hubby's ready to run. Our team is ready to run. In fact, a nice run would help me blow of some steam RIGHT NOW.
Also, have you ever made a mistake on your checking account? No? Yeah, me neither. But I heard from my friend that if you make a
AND MY TODDLERS NAPPED FOR CRAP TODAY!
I think I'll take my rolling pin and go beat the crap out of some throw pillows and hit the sack. Things could always be worse.
|Franks and Beans!|
Leftover cornbread is delicious with a little sliced banana, honey and soy milk. The cornbread was made with an egg and a cup of moo-milk, but I think this meal qualifies to my 95% Veg goal. I'm stuffed!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
|Pain in my butt....looks like I have an itch.|
I really thought I had things under control - I was running 15-20 miles per week and doing all but my long run in my Vibrams. Then, one day in June I pulled my hamstring. I knew that it was bad, because I couldn't bear to even walk for a couple of days. I can't tell you what I did different on that run, or that I ran any hills or speedwork...nope, just the old, tired equation of running = pain.
Several weeks went by, lots of research on google, runners world, and webmd. I did what I was told, rested, rode my bike and swam, yoga-ed, iced, compressed.
I even took an entire week off of ANY and ALL activity. Did you know that it's absolutely glorious to sleep until your alarm (or 2 year old) goes off every day. Glorious!!
Butt (he, he), as you can see from this picture (that I had an older and chubbier lady pose for) I still have a pain in my glute after a run. After 10/1 I plan to cut the running down to once a week and tackle an Insanity/P90X hybrid.
And next racing season, I will be the only pain in the butt around here!
I like to grate zucchini that get way to big in the garden and add it to recipes. My kids are either used to it, or need their eyes checked. Whatever, they don't mind.
|Yes, I do normally cool the plates in the window.|
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Can you tell what kind of shirt, necklace and sunglasses that I was wearing at the Midget Football game today?
Well, you can use won-ton wrappers and fill them with a combination of shredded cabbage and carrots and even little strips of pork. Roll up a small amount and then deep fry to a golden brown.
Or, you could just give it a push.
|Girly girl time.|
I learned my lesson with THAT question! It's sorta like when a 5 year old asks you where babies come from...they don't really want a sex ed lesson - they just wonder if everyone is from Nebraska like they are.
Miss A and I spent the afternoon at the football field today. We had to have The Boy there an hour and fifteen minutes early for his game, so we had some time to chat. I remembered the egg roll question when Miss A asked me "What do you think of yourself as, Mom?"
At first, I wanted to get all philosophical and go in to the ways that a woman is multi-faceted, has many responsibilities and can be different things to different people. I never want to limit our daughters by making them think that they have to be "this" or "that." I certainly don't want them to think that they are staring down the barrel of Domestic Engineer/Childcare Provider/Home School Teacher like myself - that's definitely an acquired taste.
So I was SMART this time and asked "Well, what do you mean? Like, do I think I'm funny, or strong, or nice?" To which she replied:
"No, like are you sporty, or glam, or like what kind of style do you see yourself as?"
Easiest question I answered all week. Classic Style Fashion all the way. Jeans and T-Shirts, comfy shoes, small amount of the same makeup each day, and easy hair. Glad I didn't wax all poetic for nothing.
|My kid in green socking it to #76 red.|
|I could be shot for publishing this picture.|
"You guys looked cute!"
Had he not been exhausted from the game, I think he would have refused to get in the car.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
I stayed from my exclusive relationship with my stylist and colored my own hair tonight. I feel so dirty...but my hair looks great!
I feel pretty good about the whole thing. I'm excited to know what stages I will be running, so that I can do some specific training. My stages are probably the easiest - but I am the only woman and coming off an injury, so go figure. Next year I can try to be Superwoman.
Super fast woman, I hope!
Stage 7 (View)
Surface: Gravel, Crushed Limestone, and Pavement
Exchange Point: 114th and Fairview
Description: Your teammates almost got you to the top of the hill, after a short climb on Fairview you get to enjoy a downhill jaunt to Springfield, NE home of the Sarpy County Fairgrounds.
Stage 15 (View)
Length: 3.03 miles
Exchange Point: 250th and O St.
Description: Runners continue down the Mopac Trail heading west towards the next exchange point in Eagle, Nebraska. This relatively flat section of the Mopac runs parallel to O Street and passes Wright Cemetery on the runner's left. As soon as runners reach Eagle, they will make the transition to the next runner.
Sounds pretty good to me. By looking at the elevation map, I don't think I need to worry to much about hills. I think I will work on my speed, and put some runs on the schedule that are 8 stages apart in time...what does that mean? Beats me...but if we run at an average 9:00 pace (to finish the 78 miles in 11:40:00 or less) and there are 30 miles between my legs (of the RACE - weirdo), then I should have 270 minutes between runs...or 4.5 hours. So, if I finish my 2-a-day training run at 6:30am, I need to be ready to run again at 11:00am...right?
Friday, September 9, 2011
|Chocolate Lovers Champ Cone|
Thursday, September 8, 2011
We started school August 29th. My 4th grader is hell to school, dress, sleep, discipline, feed, anything. There are days that she is compliant and helpful, but I would guess they total maybe 30 golden, glorious days per year.
I trained through injury for a Half Marathon on September 3rd. I decided the Wednesday prior that I wasn't running. Stunk. My husband ran it alone, I biked around town and cheered him on along the way. I'm doing better, but my chronic back thing is acting up.
Another race coming up on 10/1. An 80 mile relay race with a team of 8. Seven men. Yeah. I'm marginally concerned. I will be running tons of hills this next 3 weeks and I need to sneak in at least three 2-a-days so I don't D.I.E somewhere alone on a gravel road between Omaha and Lincoln Nebraska. I also haven't found anyone to take the second shift in watching our kids. I have three available shifts and the one in the middle is still up for grabs.
Wanna watch my brats, er, kids from 12-5p on 10/1? There's only 4 of them....and 2 of them are self wiping and self feeding.
The following weekend is the Ladies Retreat, which for some STUPID reason I decided to be on the planning committee for. I have, truthfully, only been involved in a limited way, the other ladies have done a ton of work - but there is a short promo skit this weekend at church, and I got roped in to Em-cee-ing the event, so I feel pressure. What to wear, can I loose 10lbs by then??
Then there is the looming October 31st "holiday." Our son is taking the pro side of the argument this year, due to our new Youth Pastor taking the same view. They are actually having a Trick or Treat for Something to Eat sponsored event. *sad face* I won't go in to all the details - but Hubs and I believe that Halloween is evil. I read my Bible every now and then and have been told, in that book, to "flee from evil." Our family is in the minority among the other Christ followers we know.
It's hard to be a rebel.
I feel hard pressed on every side, perplexed, persecuted and struck down. But I always have hope. 2 Cor 4
I just like to whine.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Mother of Kids in School
Employed Outside the Home
I wanted a group of women that would fit all of these criteria that I could talk to. Relate to. Most of the friends and family I had at that time wore this label:
Stay at Home Mom
Directly after that, my definition of self got altered, seriously...I found out another baby was on the way and went on bed rest off and on, where I gained 60lbs. With the babies so close together, affording daycare was going to be more than my salary, so I quit the job I had held for nearly 7 years. We decided that I would stay home with the kids and maybe babysit to help us stay afloat. Then we made the decision to Home School our older children. So, about a year after our son was born I struggled with this list.
I realized that no matter what, all I can really count on is change. The one thing that stays constant is what defines me. Through having a more flexible schedule, I've been able to be more active in our church. I've had enrichment with individuals that would not have fit into my Friend Matrix before. I grin when I write this, because I now realize how short-changing it is to have such a paradigm.
I am a woman and I don't need any other label. Labels are how you keep track of things to use them later. I am constantly in service. I am flexible and can change my purpose hour to hour. My usefulness is only limited by time. I am an ever-learning machine and my ability to assimilate and use information makes the male of our species gaze in wonder.
I am fearfully and wonderfully made - and so are you. That's a good enough place for me to fit in.