Share Your World 10/23/17

Was school easy or difficult for you? How so?

I never really thought of it as either, so this is an interesting question.  I was intrinsically driven to do well so I never had to *force* myself to go to class or study.  In that sense school was easy on me, since I know it’s like pulling teeth every day for some kids.  I was not blessed with a photographic memory or other genius tendencies so my academics were typical – some things came easier to me than others.  The social dynamics of school were a constant: shifting, confusing, and as unpredictable as a tornado’s path.

List some of your favorite types of animals.

Dogs!  (dogs-dogs-dogs)  Giraffes, elephants, birds (large, small, and everything in between), lions, gorillas, cheetahs, sea lions, seals, bears, and antelope.  I can stare at any of these for hours on end.

What is your favorite large city you have been to? What is the one thing you remember most?

San Diego.  The weather was positively gorgeous and the people seemed to have usually sunny dispositions.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

“Always remember, wherever you are, whether near or far, you had a mother who really, really loved you.  The original mother.  Once you’ve found your true inner guru you can never again be divided.  Perfect union with the divine, through the grace of your real teacher, transcends time, space, death and all worldly limitations.  Your real teacher is the original mother – regardless in which manifest or non-manifest form, or gender, she appears.  The one who nurtures you and the one who also, out of wisdom and compassion, corrects you if you are misguided.”

–  Zeena Schreck

Cee’s Share Your World drops on Mondays.  Thanks for popping in to take a peek.

What’s happening in your world today?

collecting a W2 from the hot flames of Hades

While BS & I got our start in St. Louis, overall it turned out to be too landlocked/crowded/far from family to be permanent.  It was a good running start, though.  A way to get steady on our feet as a couple, because the brutal truth is when there’s no family around but the two of you it’s sink or swim, baby.

I spent the first eighteen months teaching special ed (what’s now called exceptional children), which is another post altogether.  In short, by the time we moved to NC I’d burned out of (or was too scarred by) teaching and needed to find another way to earn a paycheck.

Cue my interview with a company we shall call The Corporation.

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come in open minded, leave fair food satisfied

On the last State Fair weekend in North Carolina (marking yet another year of slacker parenting by not taking our kids for this experience), I thought it would be perfect timing to share Nick’s musings on Fair food debates.  Enjoy. 

Among the issues discussed:

3. Which type of food on a stick? – They have put every type of food except soup on a stick at the fair, and they’ll probably do that sometime soon, too.  It’s great fun to walk around and carry food on a stick, and you can even put the stick in your pocket or behind your ear to hold your food if you need.”

Top Five Fair Food Debates –

SoCS – our ’tis the season mindset

‘Tis the season.  I hear this all over the place throughout December – ’tis the season! ’tis the season! – you honestly can’t get away from the sentiment.  Today’s prompt brought it to mind and, as often happens, one thing led to another and now my brain is all fired up about this:

What makes December the end all, be all of ’tis the season?  Yeah, yeah, it’s got Christmas (and Hanukkah and Kwanza, but I doubt the ’tis-the-season-ers are going on about those) so it’s not like I think it doesn’t deserve a ’tis the season.  I suppose I’m wondering why we don’t have more of it throughout the year.

‘Tis the season (mostly) inspires the best in us.  It encourages us to be our best selves, to help a little more, to judge a little less.  ‘Tis the season could mean sharing coats in January or helping plant a community garden in the spring.  It means watching out for the elderly when the temperatures fall and looking out for the home insecure all year ’round.  ‘Tis the season is a mindset, a way of life.

I, for one, think we could use a little more of it.

Linda’s stream of consciousness prompt drops in on Saturday’s.  This week’s prompt is “season.”

my bathroom swallowed the checkbook and other adventures in home ownership

For those of you following the saga, our bathroom is still technically nonexistent.  Sharing a bathroom with T-man has gone relatively smoothly and, frankly, it’s far neater in there than the other option available so I’ll take it and count my blessings.  Still – and it’s not an insignificant “still” – juggling shower time with a 13-year-old (and BrightSide, too, ‘cuz fun times) is a delicate dance.

To say I’m looking forward to the day when I have both my own commode and shower is an understatement akin to “Gee, this water coming out of my kitchen faucet sure is handy.”

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Forever Family: leap of faith

Everything about adoption screams leap of faith.

Believing with all your heart that this is the right path.  Accepting that the plan for your family includes a great deal of uncertainty.  Understanding that this ambiguity doesn’t dissolve when the adoption finalizes; rather, it will insert itself back into your lives at entirely unpredictable moments.

Holding faith that you will love your children into and through every storm.

Adoption demands the same leap of faith from children.

Believing they are deeply loved for the people they are, not for a perfect image they try to project, then working to strengthen that belief when it falters.  Finding safe space to talk about anxiety buried within, and asking for help instead of hiding fear away.

Holding faith that they are bright, beautiful souls in the world, worthy of love and respect by their very presence on this journey.

just remember, it’s a real person in there

Certain things in life carry long term consequences.  Defrauding the government.  Murdering your ex-wife.  Maxing out then defaulting on six credit cards.

When it comes to kids, though, they’d argue that the name you hang around their neck affects them for life.  No pressure but, you know…tread gently.

“So without further a-doo-doo, here are a few baby names that maybe you shouldn’t name your newborn:


When your baby won’t sleep more than 16 minutes straight and she’s sinking her piranha jaws into your calloused nips and you feel like you’ve entered a hell you never knew existed, suddenly it might dawn on you that naming your newborn “heaven” spelled backward was the opposite of brilliant.  Here’s an idea, maybe you should have named her lleh.”

A few baby names you probably shouldn’t choose, just sayin’ : Baby Sideburns