Sunday, March 9, 2014
Cue up the spy music! It's been two weeks since the 7th annual gala for SJ's school (the theme was 007) and although I was the photographer, I didn't have any pictures that I was in. Now that I got a hold of a some I am ready to blog away!
The hors d'oeuvres, drinks, and food was all wonderful.
The speakers were great, and there was a fantastic James Bond parody video that was done by one of the school's alumni who is now in High School. He was witty, charming, and so well rounded. What an encouragement to see a deaf student from the same place SJ is in who is now thriving as a young man. The school hasn't been around that long, so he is one of the earliest students. The video was probably my favorite part.
Second to that though would have to be the band. The Naked Karate Girls (don't let the name fool you, they are none of those things) are the ultimate party band. So fun, so entertaining. They keep the crowd engaged and there is NEVER a dull moment with these guys.
Friday, March 7, 2014
The perfect Pinterest mom! That is what they call me. They really do, and all I can do is laugh, because I know how far from perfect or Pinteresty I really am. I love being creative and throwing parties, but this last party threw me (for a loop that is).
First was the ice storm that hijacked our original date at the last minute, and honestly, that messed everything up. Although, weather related issues are not the most irritating thing to me because I know they are out of my control. There are other things that I could say "if only I was more organized" Or "If only I had more money", but Martha Stewart and Oprah combined can't change the weather, and so I can rest assured that it is in God's hands and I just need to go with it.
Then there was SJ's hair, which is another thing that only God can control. Normally I don't fuss with it AT ALL, but this was her big day and I thought rag curls would be cute.
We did a practice run the day before and they were soft, delicate, curls that smoothly hung around her youthful skin like a porcelain doll.
Then the day of the party they were a little different, but not necessarily bad.
By the end of the day she looked more like when Claire went crazy on Lost.
It's all good though, she is still a cutie pie.
It looked so cute and easy on Pinterest.
The directions were simple. Buy some donut shaped latex balloons from your local party store, paint them, and decorate with paper sprinkles. Easier said than done, let me tell ya. In all fairness I did a practice run and it turned out fine, but it was without helium, which apparently makes a big difference.
The first problem I encountered was that I could not find these balloons at my "local party store". I couldn't even find them at a far away party store in Kentucky. I tried. So by the time I realized that I needed to special order them I had to choose expedited shipping. The day of the party when I had them inflated, one of the balloons looked more like a defective heart than a donut. It's okay. Don't be a party Nazi I told myself. I thanked the employee and took my 4 balloons out to the car. When I got in the apartment I only counted three balloons and one of them was the wonky one. I guess I lost one somewhere along the way. Oh well, keep moving forward. The fourth problem was that when I painted the balloon it sank. It sank and landed flat on the painted side! Everything I envisioned for the party decorations was turning into a real flop! Not to be detoured I did a light coat of paint on the final balloon and used a small portion of the MANY sprinkles I had tediously cut out (and end up throwing away). It was decent. I could handle the idea of one lonely donut balloon floating next to the birthday girl as she blew out candles on her donut cake. It was all going to be okay.
That was until, I got in the car to leave and low and behold the balloon that could barely hold it's own weight in my apartment had suddenly found it's true calling and turned into the lightest, free flowing balloon in the world. It was out the door and up, up, and away before anyone had a chance to do anything about it. I am the grown up here and my six year old was consoling me saying "It's okay mom. It's just a balloon." and I was like "wahhhhhhh!" J asked me if I at least had a picture knowing that I always take pictures on my phone of every. little. thing. But not this time. I was in too much of a hurry.
However, this wasn't my party so I couldn't cry if I wanted to. This was SJ's party and what a party it was. I will reveal all the glorious details of it later, but when you see it you will know that it didn't happen without any hiccups. Every time I throw one of these parties I learn something. I learned that sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and when your balloon idea isn't working you may just have to let go.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Sunday, March 2, 2014
For those that haven't already seen my rant about the latest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue you can read it here.
I received a very prompt response from Target after emailing my complaint to them. I was pleased with how genuine their reply was because it appeared that someone actual read my message. Unfortunately I was disappointed that they chose to dismiss my complaints by hiding behind the guise of diversity. Here was the response
"I’m sorry to hear you’ve been offended by the sports Illustrated Swimsuit magazine featured at Target®.
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Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Ugh. I am ready to rant ladies, and since I have already admitted it lets just jump right in. I was in the Target check out line with my kids yesterday and out of the corner of my eye I saw the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit Edition. Why don't they just call it what it is, the soft porn edition. They don't even wear swimsuits anymore! They've been steadily going this direction for a while. It started out kind of sporty, maybe a little bit? It rapidly became more and more seductive, and when barely there bikinis weren't enough to satisfy what C.S. Lewis described as "an ever increasing craving for an ever dimensioning pleasure" they went nude. Sometimes they will be holding a bikini, or have one painted on, I will give them that. So yesterday when I saw on the cover were three topless girls wearing thong bikini bottoms and embracing each other I thought Is that a Girls Gone Wild magazine? I am in Target right? Did I make a wrong turn somewhere and end up in an erotica store? But of course I knew better. This was Sport Illustrated. And when it comes to objectifying women and you've already stripped all their clothes, what more can you do to feed men's insatiable appetites? That's right, add more women. Let's just layer more and more women like a club sandwich. Sounds tasty!
That's kind of what I said in my letter to the magazine. I was more articulate than that (hopefully).
Here's the thing. I am training up my sons to be men of conviction that honor God, respect women, and guard their hearts. I am raising my daughter to be a woman of strength, character, wisdom and beauty that sees past the lies that our society will constantly bombard her with. I don't expect the media to do me any favors in this task. I understand that it is my job to teach them to be in and not of the world.
HOWEVER, and this a big however, there is a line that goes past personal convictions and into common sense. I believe that common sense would suggest that pornographic images are not appropriate for children. In this progressive first world society that we live in we protect kids from dangerous highly addictive habits like smoking, drinking, pornography, and gambling. There are laws against it. You can choose not to drink or gamble with your children. You can certainly choose not to take your kids to a rated R movie, but you can't make them un-see the provocative images that they just saw in what should be a family friendly environment. The closest thing I can compare it to is second hand smoke, which is still somewhat of an epidemic that health departments are trying to solve. How do we protect non smoker's health from harmed by smoker's choices. We've removed the option of smoking almost anywhere indoors. For the most part my children don't have to worry about second hand smoke because no one is allowed to smoke at my grocery store. What they do have to worry about is a magazine about sports that chose to make an issue that has NOTHING to do with sports, other than the stereo type that men like sports and sex. It is merely an effort to keep interest during sports slowest season by serving up a bunch of sexually arousing women for their consumers, and unfortunately anyone that needs groceries.
I know I am conservative, but I am not the only one bothered by this. I hear the same sentiments from blogger Erica Voll who was featured on Huffington post last year. She claims she is not a prude and listens to Howard Stern and reads Fifty Shades of Grey and yet still doesn't appreciate the sexualization of grocery stores. She says this in reference to the questions her 4 year old had about the SI cover from 2013.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
I am so anxious to share what a great time Z and I had on our first "date" that I am blogging about it the night of. I always figured J would do the cute little daddy daughter dance and all that business, but the thought of anything comparable with my boys never crossed my mind. That was until I was chowing down on waffle fries and literally saw a knight in shining armor. Well, it wasn't a real knight, but it was a life size suit of armor inviting mother's to make reservations for a medieval themed evening with their sons at Chic Fil A.
He has been talking about this outing since I first brought it up a couple weeks ago. Last night when I tucked him in he said "I love you mom" and I said "I love you son" and then he replied in his little Charlie Brown voice "speaking of son, tomorrow is mother son date night!" It was sweet.
Sunday, February 16, 2014
I have been keeping a little bit of a secret from my blog. I didn't want to complain all month long, but now that I am feeling better it's not really complaining, it's more like documenting. Basically, we started the winter strong and our family was healthy. I was giving kids vitamins and making them drink orange juice. I even bragged about escaping the flu when so many others had it over the holidays, but I must have jinxed it because at least one of us has been sick ever since! It has been RIDICULOUS.
First Z, then SJ, then me. We were dropping like flies. One after the other week after week. Everyone hates to see their children sick and I've noticed many comments online that say things like "I wish I could be sick and not them, it just breaks my heart". I said the same thing, only I realized two things about that statement.
1. Kids are much more resilient and what was a 5 day minor bug for them was a 3 week desolation period for me.
2. When your kids are sick you can take care of them. When you are sick they don't take care of you. In fact they still need you to take care of them. So everyone looses.
It's a nice sentiment, but as long as we are "wishing" for things, I think I will just "wish", or better yet pray for everyone to be well.
Now for those wondering what in the world attacked my body and had me down for 3 weeks plus, I will torture you with all the gorey details. The first week was flu like symptoms, and just when my fever broke and I thought I was on the mend, I started coughing my head off. So after a week of this I got Google and social media to get remedies.
I tried everything from honey and cinnamon, to lemon ginger tea, to gargling salt water, and yes I did resort to plain old over the counter medications. On one of the many sleepless nights of relentless coughing I had a fever and I ended up throwing up from all the drainage, so I decided I had better get my butt into an urgent care. They immediately put me on a breathing treatment and conducted an X-ray. It turned out to be a really bad case of bronchitis. They gave me 4 different prescriptions including a steroid, cough syrup, an antibiotic, and an inhaler.
About three days later I still felt like garbage and I couldn't ignore the painful stitch in my side. Overnight it felt like it wrapped around my chest and became very difficult to breath and coughing was even worse. The pressure and pain was almost unbearable. I called the Doctor and although it was extremely inconvenient I was advised to come in again. I ended up having (and I am still at the tail end of) PLEURISY. Not fun. I know one other person that has ever experienced this and they commiserated with me. Pleurisy is an inflammation of the lining of the lungs. If you look up "sharp stabbing pain in the chest" you will find Pleurisy. Literally.
When I saw a picture of a knife on one of these medical websites, I almost laughed at how perfectly the description fit, but laughing would hurt so I just smirked. I also smirked about this description from wikipedia
"The defining symptom of pleurisy is a sudden sharp, stabbing, burning or dull pain in the right or left side of the chest during breathing, especially when one inhales and exhales"
Don't worry, it's mostly just painful when YOU BREATH! Do you see why that might be a bit debilitating? Anyway, it's caused by an infection, and to treat the pleurisy you have to treat the underlying cause of the infection, which I had already been doing. The Doctor gave me another prescription (long story short I ended up not filling it). I took pain medicine to get through the worst of it, and as my coughing and other symptoms subsided I became a functioning contributing citizen again.
I like to take a natural approach to treatment whenever I can and I embarrassed, but grateful for all the ways the pharmaceutical companies have helped me this year, but I really hope I don't have to go down that road again. I can't take any more sickness. I quit. I am done. We have been dealing with all of this since 2014 began and I am just going to declare in faith that the worst is absolutely behind us! I hope you all are well. If not, you can gripe to me. I will feel your pain, and potentially a sharp stabbing sensation in my side.