Monday, December 31, 2012

A Season for Change

I am a sucker for an infomercial... currently watching one on a Saran Wrap and tin foil cutter. I need it.

That's not what this blog is about...
I just felt the need to confess.

Christmas has come and gone, once again. All the little elfish surprises are done, presents are opened, and I have eaten enough junk for an army of Sumo Wrestlers. As I prepare to embark on yet another year, I like to look back at the past year, & think about what weighed on my mind the most and how could I change it.

The first thing that comes to mind is Lake. Most of my days do revolve around Lennon, what we do, where we go. I am at home with her every day, most the day. Lake is at school. He comes home, we do homework, we play a bit, I get dinner started. Looking back, I hate that I missed this age (Lennon's age, 2) with him... He was in daycare, I was at work, & by the time I was home from a long and mentally exhausting day at work, being a super fun and creative mom was the last thing I had time for. I took it for granted. The very little time we had together. He's six now, almost seven years old, and he loves his momma.

To say the past year hasn't been a trying one, would be a lie. I have a toddler... It's supposed to be trying. That, and Lake seemed jealous of Lennon. More than normal. She was a bit demanding, and tornado-ish as ever, and I felt I neglected Lake in trying to channel her wild ways. I mean, I know I didn't, but I felt he didn't get enough of my time. It's one of those bad mom moments, a terrible feeling!

This past week with him out of school, with the holidays upon us, I promised myself I would make it a Christmas he wouldn't forget. So, after many hours of Pinterest searching and blog readings, I found the ideas I liked best, made a "to do" list and dangit we had a good time. I know these are the last few years he will believe in Santa, and all the child-like magical things, so I wanted to take advantage. We have never really talked about Santa, so I was honestly shocked as to how gullible he was. He always seems so much older than he is. I call him an "old soul".

So... Instead of just some ole ho hum average Christmas season, I made it a butt-load of fun. I created a "12 Days of Christmas" advent calendar, I bought the "Elf on the Shelf", and then on Christmas night we made a runway for Santa's sleigh & reindeer. I even gave up my OCD controlling ways & let my little guy help me pick out Christmas gifts for the cousins. Ok... so he picked out 2 of 7. He also picked out the gifts for the 2 less fortunate kids we shopped for this year.

Anyways... We did the usual, new Christmas pajamas & a Christmas movie night, hot chocolate most every night, reindeer food, milk & cookies, & a birthday cake to Jesus... And when he said he "heard Santa using our bathroom & sink" that wintery night, I knew my work had not been in vain. And when he gasped and nearly stopped breathing altogether when I showed him the picture someone shot of Santa's sleigh in the sky.... I knew my work was done.

The past 2 weeks, he has laughed louder and laughed harder than ever before. My heart has been so full. To see him happy is the best feeling in the world.... Knowing your child is happy, makes all the difference.

The next year will be full of surprises, as it always is. I will make an extra effort to make every day magical and special. I will not take for granted the days I have with my babies.., they are only little for a little while.

Tomorrow I will begin my focus on living a life full of intention. Year 2013 may not include hover crafts and flying cars... But it is going to be a wonderful year, full of surprises, answered & unanswered prayers, and lots of miracles.

Happy New Year to you & yours.


Wednesday, December 12, 2012

A Very Griswold-ish Christmas

"Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny freaking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white butt down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of buttholes this side of the nuthouse."
- Clark Griswold, Christmas Vacation
(Edited for children - it's just not quite the same)

Well, it's that time of year again. The time of year when I put on my mental elf suit, load up on eggnog & peppermint everything, and force Christmas and jolly goodness down the throats of my husband and children... Why?... Because "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"

Really it is... I love making hot chocolate every night and watching Christmas movies. I love new Christmas pajamas & wrapping presents. I love making new traditions and continuing old ones.

This year is ending with a bang. We have had a few new additions to the Davidson Family:

• Birdie Jean, rescued dog, age 1.
We (as in "I") got her for the kids as an early Christmas present. Birdie is a Yorkie / Weenie Dog / mutt mix. There's really nothing that says "Christmas" like picking up your new dog's poop piles & steppig in her pee while cleaning up leftover Christmas decorations. Or better yet, chasing down your toddler after she steps in the new dog's poop and squished it between her toes. Good times. Memories made. Don't want to make those again.

• Bumper, Elf on the Shelf, age unknown.
This one really gets me pumped about Christmas. These are the last precious years Lake will actually believe in magical goodness. After listening to his stories of friends at school and their elves, we (as in "I") decided to get him one. They only had a girl elf left... he was ticked, but he quickly got over it once she started doing her thang. It is like I get to relive my childhood imagination all over again. Coming up with ideas for Bumper every night has been a lot of fun. Not nearly as much fun as the shock on his face each morning. Memories made. Definitely continuing these memories.

• 12 Days of Christmas Advent Calendar.
This is so easy a caveman could do it. It's also relatively cheap. I used an old picture frame that has been sitting in my garage. I covered it in an old Christmas tablecloth and glued 12 bags, stamped with "Day 1"... And so on. In each bag, I dropped a small $1 gift from "Dollar Tree" (store where everything is $1). Starting on Dec 14, they will open the bag and get a gift, while counting down the days until Christmas. It's super exciting for them and really easy for me. Win - win.

Now... Do I get stressed about finding the perfect tree? Yes. Do I get stressed about shopping? Yes. Do I get stressed because we haven't sent out Christmas cards in years? Yes. Do I get stressed over my husband refusing to put lights on the house every year even though his son begs for it? ABSO-freakin-LUTELY.

Amidst all that stress, there is a happiness and a joy that bubbles inside me. It comes from reminding and teaching my children about what is really important. I love planting seeds of admiration and celebration for the birth of our Savior in the hearts of my earthly angels. Since the day Lake was born, we decided Christmas would never be about getting a ton of gifts. That's what birthdays are for... The day we celebrate each of our children and the blessing they are to our life. Christmas would be about giving, and teaching. We give each child 3 presents... Just like Jesus received on his birthday, one from each wise man. We bake a cake (the kids choose the flavor). Lake & Lennon decorate the cake (very hard for me to give up the reins on this one); I light the candles and we all sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus. (Notice my use of semicolon... They are so rare these days. I love a good semicolon.) At church, we buy gifts for kids less fortunate - Lake gets to pick out the presents. The kids are in Christmas programs at church, so the family gets to come & watch.

So that's it... my absolute favorite part about Christmas is teaching my babies about what is really important.... Jesus. Others. You. In that order, true JOY can be found. It can't be bought, and it can't be faked. The tree will die, the stockings will come down, and by New Year's Day, we're all on sugar free diets. But, one thing remains... Jesus is still our Savior and He is still giving freely. Let us remember what is really important and make that a daily tradition... Not just at Christmas, or during the holiday season.

Merry Christmas from us to you!

What traditions do you have?
What new traditions are you making?

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Surprisingly "Normal"... But not without work

Tonight, I was putting Lennon to bed... Her teeth were brushed, her hair pulled back, & her princess pajamas were on... She was all set. I turned off the big light after I turned on the little lamp. She climbed in her big girl bed for the second night in a row. I rolled back the covers & she tucked her wee legs in the cold sheets. She laid there on her tummy, all ready for "night night".
I said, "Ok, let's say our prayers." She laid there on her belly & propped her head up on her elbows, with her tiny hands clasped.... And I prayed.
At the end, I said, "In the name of Jesus we pray, Amen" and she nodded (her "amen"). Then, she laid her head back down. I kissed her goodnight, cut off her lamp, and left the room.

I walked to the den. I sat on the couch and I cried. No, not sad tears. Happy tears. I thought to myself, "It's not at all what I expected."

When Charlie stepped out of Lake's room, I told him of her sweet little prayer time, and how it surprises me. Surprised at how big she is now.

I also told him, "It's not at all what we expected."
His response? "Yeah... It's normal."
We laughed at our old ignorant naive selves.

Coming from a person who bucks the "norm" at every opportunity...
This is a surprisingly welcomed norm.

Looking back on myself the day she was born, and the weeks after, I almost laugh.
The thoughts I had, the fears I had. If I could talk to every parent who has the shock of a baby born with Down Syndrome... I would say this:

"The shock wears off. When it does, treat the child just like you would any other. Discipline more. Praise more. Whatever you do: Do not handicap your child by not pushing him/her in learning how to do things. Oh, and beware: The child will cause you to love deeper than you ever dreamed."

My daughter is where she is because we push her, and we don't allow her to be catered to. We work through sensory issues, we work through motor skill issues, we are working through speech issues.... We WORK. We don't treat her differently, and we won't let you.

I once was given a piece of advice and it has stuck with me.

"I refuse for someone to see my child acting up in public and for that someone to look at her and say 'Oh it's because she has Down Syndrome.' No, it's because I didn't push her. I didn't discipline her. She is smart. She is capable."

That advice meant more to me than anything I have heard. I share it often and I use it to drive me in all areas concerning Lennon.

The Lord has given me strength when I didn't have it, courage to ask questions and seek advice or help when needed, and He has given me a desire to succeed as her parent. I didn't know it would be this hard at times, but I also didn't know it would be this "normal" at times.

I am grateful for the challenges...
because they draw me closer to Him.
I hope I always feel this way.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Share the Love

I think it goes without saying, but I'm gonna say it anyways... Lennon is addicted to the movie "Annie". Not just the movie but the song, "You're never fully dressed without a smile." It has become her mantra... Not that it wasn't already but, really... It's becoming quite contagious. Even Lake has joined in on the fun. I catch him singing it to her so she will dance and smile that award-winning grin that slays dragons and evil and melts souls.

The last 2 days Lennon has been sick and running fever. I knew she was getting sick when she crawled up into my lap and passed out before it was nap time. She just laid in my arms and slept, and snuggled. Oh, I know... I hate the sickly days too, but I don't take them for granted... Nowadays, it's just about the only time I can get the little tornado toddler to slow down long enough for a good lengthy snuggle.

Just yesterday, in the Dr's office, she was passing out hugs to everyone in the waiting room... She peeked around the little dark-skinned boy in a wheelchair, gave him a big ole smile and then a hug. She began to babble loudly, tossing her hands in the air as if she were telling tall tales. He was grinning the whole time, not really sure what to say or do... But grinning was enough for her. Lennon just laughed her laugh and moved on to the next person.

Today, she was feeling better (& no fever) so we ran to a few places around town, buying Christmas gifts. I also dropped off a late Thanksgiving gift to Lake's teacher. Lake was so excited to see us and Sister was more than excited to see him. While I chatted with his teacher, she made her rounds... Passing out hugs to each child in his class, and giving little Jenna an extra hug. Then she ran over to his teacher, and hugged her too. I swear, this child knows no boundaries.

As I was watching her pass out joy like candy canes at Christmas, it occurred to me, once again, just how special she really is. How her life is one key piece of a gigantic puzzle. She is shaping and impacting everyone around her.
She is showing me how love everyone, share the joy within, and see past exteriors.
She just knows love. Real & pure LOVE. Love that is blind, love that is never-failing. She doesn't judge by color of skin, style of clothes, political stance, or by special abilities.

She just knows love...
And there is no greater gift.

I hope her heart touches yours like it has mine. I pray you use her example to change the world around you.
Share a hug... share the love with someone who might need it today.
Change their world, and in return you will be changing yours.

Friday, September 28, 2012

My Future's So Bright... And Caffeinated

I'm a people watcher.
I'm sitting at Starbucks as I type, watching people. I noticed a young couple walk in.... Undoubtably, not big coffee drinkers. How do I know? The girl is timid as she searches the menu... Asking her boyfriend about a caramel latte. He gives her the "ok" and they both order the latte. They nervously wait in line to receive their drink... Her hands clasped chest high... Insecurity. He is hovering very close to her. Almost too close for comfort in a public setting. Once they receive their caramel lattes, they sip... Look at each other... Reassurance. And then they leave. There's the usual... An older man, his black coffee, his newspaper, sitting in his usual seat. They know him by name, they know his drink. I somewhat envy his morning routine. There is always the extremely bubbly girl that flies in, orders too loud, talks to everyone, whether they want to or not. You can count on the post gym coffee drinkers... Or maybe they didn't actually go to the gym, maybe they just enjoy dressing like Sporty Spice... Which, shamefully, is how I am currently dressed.
As I sit, I think about the person I might be when I am older. I imagine Charlie to be retired and we'll sit together drinking our post morning exercise (a joke) coffee at the local coffee shop where they will know us by name and drink.
I see an older me... myself in my old age - I laugh heartily at the thought. There I am, going to the local mall to sit and watch people... Maybe I'll wear my tennis shoes and take a stroll for good measure, but without a doubt, I'll sit with a cup of coffee and watch people. I'll watch the teenagers slip in and out of stores with their moms, or BFF's, looking for that perfect shirt, or dress, or that *just right* pair of shoes that will boost their confidence level or make a bad day better. I'll notice the couples younger than me, holding hands as they stroll. I might have a taco from the Bandito as I take a gander at the list of new movies playing. I'll take a long hard look at the people sitting alone eating their lunch and wonder if they are on a lunch break or just needed to get out of the house for a bit.
As I think about an older me, I realize my 35th birthday is next Saturday. I chuckle to myself, or "CTM" as my brother says... He's trying to end the whole "LOL" phenom. I "CTM" because I used to think, "After age 35 I cannot have babies, because the babies will have Down Syndrome." Isn't it ironic? A little too ironic, don't ya think?
My thoughts now drift back to an older Charlie and I sitting at the local coffee shop. I realize there is a good chance Lennon will be there with us... Maybe she'll be the greeter, or the girl who takes away your saucer with an empty cup and dirty napkin. How sweet she would be... Her little mod-hipster glasses, smiling her usual smile... the one where she smiles with her whole body. Everyone will know her by name & she will hug and wave proudly at each person, welcoming them to the coffee shop. Charlie and I would sit proudly, look at each other, he'll take a sip of coffee, reach over and grasp my hand and give it a gentle squeeze and grin at me.
If that grin could talk it would say, "That's our girl... We're so lucky."
It's a new twist on my thoughts of Charlie and I in our old age.
I used to think it would make me sad, thinking of the possibilities that she would always be near... But now, I like the thought. It makes those ideas of the future warmer, cozier... Ad much, much sweeter.
So this morning as I type, as I people watch... A friend comes in. She is a new friend. She too has a son and a younger daughter with Down Syndrome. The chances of us crossing paths as becoming friends before Lennon were slim. Now, we're kindred spirits sharing a similar unexpected journey full of surprises and the unknown.
So after she leaves, I finish my thoughts.., I wonder if she and her husband will sit and have their morning routine with the old us and watch our daughters greet the world in only a way they can.
Maybe... just maybe Lennon will sit at the mall and people watch with her old cougar of a mom.
We never know what our journey is going to be like until we are on it. Yes, there will be bumps, and there will definitely be surprises. Some things do remain constant, like the fact that I will always be a people watcher. And I rather like the idea of looking to my right and seeing my little "toot-toot" people watching with me. She is a nice little smiley addition to my daydreams about the future.
As I look at her and take a sip of my coffee, I'll grin.... "That's my girl. I'm so lucky."

Monday, September 24, 2012

Are you there, God? It's me, Taryn.

I know we talk. We talk every day. Ok so maybe I do most of the talking & you the listening. I do hear you. I see you in everything, and when I don't see you I am searching for you. I hope you know how much you mean to me. 

Today is not one of those days I want to dance and sing. I'm sorry... I just have a lot on my mind.

Sometimes my heart hurts... Like, today. Because I just want you to hurry. Just when I think we have progress, and we're blowing up balloons & celebrating... The setbacks come. I get so sad and frustrated. Sometimes I get mad and I don't want to even talk to you for a minute. I know it isn't your fault.  I'm definitely not blaming you. I know you can fix it. I am pretty sure you will... Well, more than pretty sure. I know you will, because I know your promises and you always keep your word. 

Until you fix it... I'm just going to sit and think about you. About what you are doing.  I know we aren't the only ones with things that need fixing. I just wanted to remind you... Not that you forget... Maybe I just wanted to hear you say that you know and that you are working on it. 

Anyways. I love you. And thank you... For everything. 

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Hungry For A Day

Let's first talk about the elephant in the room... I haven't blogged in months. I know, like, at this point, one had to ask one's self, "Why does one even have a blog?" Alas, there is an answer... For times such as these.

The Israelites cried out for it to stop as manna fell from heaven in such an abundance that they could not bare to eat another bite. Over-indulgence. Often, that reminds me of how spoiled we are sometimes. We have all we need and so much more, yet we constantly look & cry for something else to fill us.

"Gluten free" is not an option for some people. Some folks aren't "Vegan" by choice. A lot of people are starving... To their death.

Children are crying because their bellies are swollen & hurting. Mommas are crying because they have nothing to offer their angels, nothing to soothe or comfort them. They cry out to God for relief. Will this relief ever come? It will if we do something about it.

Yesterday, as I was driving home from Baton Rouge... kiddos in tow, bellies full of Mexican food and sno-cones... I prayed silently, blocking out Madagascar & little giggles playing in the rear of my SUV. I asked the Lord to prepare me for today, prepare my heart to push the plate back and keep me focused on why I was fasting. So often I catch myself "fasting" for the wrong reasons... Like, wow, I ate all that?! I totally gotta skip dinner tonight. Or, oh man, such a fatty today, I gotta drink extra water & not eat.. "cleanse" myself, i like to say... But I know that today will be different, and I want to treat it as such. It is "Go Hungry" day. Remembering those who are starving, specifically, refugees.

Anyways, as I was driving & praying, I hear Madagascar ... The part where Alex the Lion was so hungry, he was biting his best friend's butt (a zebra named Marty)... I thought about that for a minute. He had turned into his natural carnal self, attacking even those he loved the most because he was starving. It wasn't his fault. He had been in a zoo where everything he needed was given to him. He never had to hunt. He just ate and he was merry. But in times of struggle, he hurt those he loved the most. If I were hungry enough, I would probably do the same thing. Heck, we all would. We saw the looters in the aftermath of Katrina. Imagine those in Haiti after the earthquake. Scary isn't it?

So today I fast. Before I got out of bed, I researched scripture this morning, in preparation for the day ahead of me. I expected to read the usual...
Ya know, a little bit of Matthew 25:35, "For I was hungry and you gave me food.." ...But what I read was so much more.

This is what I found:
Hebrews 13:16 Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God.

Philippians 2:4 Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.

Luke 6:38 Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.”

1 John 3:17 But if anyone has the world's goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God's love abide in him?

James 2:14-17 What good is it, my brothers, if someone says he has faith but does not have works? Can that faith save him? If a brother or sister is poorly clothed and lacking in daily food, and one of you says to them, “Go in peace, be warmed and filled,” without giving them the things needed for the body, what good is that? So also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.

Galatians 6:2 Bear one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.

John 15:12 “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you."

Proverbs 19:17 Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed.

Matthew 5:16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father who is in heaven.

Proverbs 22:9 Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed, for he shares his bread with the poor.

Matthew 5:42 Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you.

John 15:13 Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.

And the list goes on....
Basically, what I found was time & time again, scripture after scripture after scripture, where God has commanded us to bare the burdens of others, feed the hungry, and be a blessing. The scripture that really tugged at my heart strings was John 15:13... About laying our life down. I guess I had always read that as literal. I had always imagined if faced with death, I would throw myself into the guillotine for a friend... Just close my eyes, grit my teeth, and take a bullet for my babies or my Charlie. Never, and shamefully I admit this, had I thought that I would lay my life down "for just a minute" for others when reading this scripture.... But that is exactly what I am doing today.

Before I go on...
Confession Time:
I did drink coffee today.
I feel God gave me the "okay" in that, mostly because I think the Lord feared for my children's safety at 6:30 am this morning.
Caffeine Headache + The New Horn & Whistle Charlie "so graciously" Brought The Kids + A Hungry Momma = Deadly Combination

While I was fixin' my coffee...
("Fixin" - because that's what a good Southern girl does),
Lennon, my 2 year old toddler, starts whining because she doesn't want the Pop-tart I gave her....
Here we go... "Manna".
Never. Satisfied.

While eating their manna, Lake & Lennon are veg'd out watching the Chipmunks movie, "Chipwrecked". It just so happens to be the part where they are starving on this island and find a mango. The little chubby girl chipmunk, Elanore is hoarding over it saying, "My precious... My precious!" through evil eyes.... And once again, God shows me why I am pushing the plate back. I believe He will continue to show me throughout the day as long as I am searching my heart.

Though, right now, as I type, Lennon is dumping a box of my tampons out on the living room floor and ripping each one open... I must attend to this...

Pray for my sanity as I face motherhood & all it's obstacles without the comfort of a full belly today ;-)

So before I go... I encourage you to push the plate back and donate to and help feed the refugees. We are a spoiled people, yet so many are doing without.
God commands us to be a blessing.
Go... Bless... And through it, you will be blessed.

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Friday, March 9, 2012

Day 1 & Day 2... a few days late

So, I am joining the 30 day blog about 9 days late.
I figure, I'll do a few 2-a-days until I am caught up.
Without further adieu... Bloggity-Blogness:

Day 1: Introduce me, a recent pic & list 15 Facts

Me: Hello! My name is Taryn. I look 24 years old, but I am really 34 years old. It's the chubbiness... Puffs out the wrinkles a bit. Yeah, I've been working on keeping this chub for a while now. Anyways, I am married, for almost 8 years, to Charlie. Together, we have 2 children: Lake, 5, & Lennon, 1. I like long walks on the beach, reading books, sappy romantic comedies, and chatting over good coffee with close friends. I like artsy-fartsy stuff, and I love running. I'm short and I have big flat feet... Much like a platypus (minus the webbed toes). I'm a little quirky, a lot temperamental, extremely overdramatic, & ridiculously overemotional. Basically, I'm your average fruitcake... But, I like me... And I have finally gotten to that place in life where I say to the world, "Like me or leave me alone... But don't try to change me."
A recent pic:
OK... ok.... so it isn't "today" recent, but it is a few weeks ago...
It was a good hair day, and a good make-up day.
Anyways... that's me. Taryn.
Facts:1. I have lots of moles. It's genetics, everyone in my family is kinda mole-y. Not mole-y like "The Jonas Brothers" mole-y. Not the kind that hang off your body like kites flapping in the wind. They look more like freckles, because there's lots of them.
2. I have a problem picking at my skin. I will pick at nothing until it's a big something. I give meaning to "mountain out of a mole hill"... and so does my bra.
3. I have a bad habit of pulling out hair... Arm hair, eye lashes, eye brows, hair on my head... It's a stress reliever. I probably need some medication or something, but I have definitely calmed it down a bit, and gotten it under control. High school brought out the worst in my habits for sure.
4. I did not enjoy pregnancy. I mean, yes, I loved not having to suck my gut in, say I was "eating for 2", and feeling the baby move. Everything else about it was the pits... Except the outcome... Holding that little so tight. I couldn't breathe without crying over how much I loved that little.
5. Charlie makes me laugh so hard I nearly pee, even when I didn't even know I had to pee. When he does his impression of me, it is.. hands down.. the most hilarious over-exaggerated truth you will ever enjoy.
6. I hate the smell of food cooking.
7. I love the smell of sweets baking.
8. I hate people on their phone during "my time" with them.
9. I am a terrible reckless driver & my license should be revoked. Yet, I still cruise around like I own the place. It's like one big bumper car of a world to me.
10. I have lessened (not given up) my addiction to cheese... It took 2 years.
11. I can eat an entire box of Golden Grahams and still be hungry.
12. I fully believe in miracles. Like, the kind you read about in the old testament.
13. Happiness is found in a cup of coffee, snuggled under a warm blanket, on a cold morning.
14. Teenagers scare me.
15. I live for the untraditional.

Day 2: The meaning behind your blog name
"No Such Thing As Normal"
I think it's pretty self-explanatory. What some call "the norm" is only "the norm" to them. My "norm" is nothing like yours, or hers, or his... But it is mine... All mine... And it feels good to see that my "norm" is a bit quirky, and a bit over-dramatic, just like me. My "norm" and I... We go together like shoo-bop-shoo-wadda-wadda-yippity-boopty-boop-chang-chang-changity-chang-sha-bop.
You do you... Imma' do me.

That's it for today. See you all tomorrow for day 3 & 4.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Ketchup & Catch Ups

I made rice & veggies for din-din last night. Growing up, I was taught to put ketchup on my rice & gravy. A southern thing? Maybe a Louisiana thing? I'm not sure. While I often leave it off these days, there's a sense of nostalgia when I add the ketchup that just makes me think of my daddy & being a kid. Daddy would have been 57 years old. He's been gone for about 24 years.... Sigh. So I added ketchup to my rice last night, and my Lake did the same. Lennon, well... she cried when I added it to hers.

Speaking of veggies, my Charlie bought me a really nice juicer. I have been experimenting with mostly fruits, and carrots. This week, I saw where two friends have been juicing and decided I needed branch out of my fruity comfort zone.

Amber has a really cool idea for "Green Smoothies". She makes "green" ice cubes, which saves time in in the long run. I love that idea. You definitely should check out her blog for a yummy recipe! It's next on my list to try! I will let you know how it goes. (If you are interested in adoption, Amber is a great source to talk to. She and her husband adopted a sweet and handsome little man!)

Another recent juicer is Sunday. She and her husband are on a 10 day juice fast so I fully expect her blog to have superb juicing recipes. (If you are interested in life while raising two young boys with autism... Sunday is your girl. She's doing a fabulous job taking each day with a grain of salt in that department!)

As for me, I tried a recipe of my own. I took a few ideas found on my "Juicer" app. There really is an app for everything.
My recipe is called:
"Green Lemonade"
I used a small handful (just enough to fill your palm) of kale, a small handful of parsley, 2 stalks of celery, a small handful of baby spinach, 1 cucumber, 1 green apple, 1 red apple, 1 large lemon, 1 banana.
I juiced the apples, lemon, cucumber, & celery. Then poured the juice, along with all the leafy veggies in the blender... Added a banana and a handful of ice cubes. It was seriously yummy! And oh so healthy! (Next time, I might add 2 green apples & more lemon for a sweeter taste - but it was a tasty treat nonetheless!)

Other news on the home front... I completed my second half marathon. It was so "fun"... (if I am allowed to say that) ...Just the rush I got from accomplishing such a feat! I completed the 13.1 miles in 2 hrs 17 mins. I won second in my category - which was a nice surprise. I ran 8 mins slower than my first half marathon, but I am also fatter (ha!).
I have a third half marathon on March 4 in NOLA. I am running 10 miles this Saturday morning in preparation.

ADHD in full force these days. I have lost my 2nd wedding ring. This saddens me to great depths. Mostly because I am so forgetful of everything ... All the time. It's just not a fun life to live. One where you can't even remember what you did 10 mins ago, even less 10 days ago. I have racked my brain and stressed out trying to think of where I left it, ...though I am quite certain it fell behind something and I forgot to get it. So, please check your house... Behind every piece of furniture you own... And tell me if you find it.

So, I have been painting lately. Well, one painting. Ha! I sold a painting which is nice for the Stay-At-Home-Mom pocketbook! I am working on a piece to donate for the American Heart Association. It will be a good way to get my name out there. The piece will have a good bit of red for the AHA. I have an empathetic heart for people with heart disease, since my Lennon was born with a heart defect and had open heart surgery.

Anyways - kind of a boring post. I was pressed for time and since my home computer is acting a donkey, I had to do this post on my cracked screen iPhone.

Three things I need to be better at:
1 - taking care of iPhones / screens - on my 3rd, maybe 4th, one so far.
2 - keeping up with wedding rings - or my wedding ring. You can keep up with your own!
3 - walk more gently & make my shoes last longer - I am so hard on shoes!