Are you concerned about flunking parenting? That you’re scraping by with a C- simply by clothing and feeding your offspring? Do you have the nagging feeling that you, and only you, are missing the genetic code explaining Garanimals, Lunchables, and Pokémon cards?
Fear not, brave reader. You Are Not Alone.
Ever had one of those weeks when your brain’s all jumbled? When thoughts are bouncing around like a box of ping pong balls dropped down a flight of stairs? Yeah, it’s been like that around here. For me, anyway.
Which makes writing for Fridays a little difficult since, by their nature, Forever Family posts require focus. After two failed attempts I’ve realized I’m trying to shove a square peg in a round hole, and I’ve given that up for Lent.
For your reading delight on this Thursday morning:
“A snow day on a Monday is the ultimate parental kick in the crotch.” ~ Valerie
Snow days tweets by the parents that are all of us. Huffington Post, 2/9/17.
“Dear Ms. Johnson,
This law firm represents Ore Sebastian Johnson, your miner – correction, minor – son. You are hereby directed to cease and desist all defamation of Mr. Johnson’s character and reputation on social media. Mr. Johnson has cause to believe you have been spreading false and exaggerated rumors about him to family members, friendly women from the Trader Joe’s checkout line, and high school classmates who are now nothing more than schadenfreude units of measurement.”
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”
– Julia Child
A valid point, Ms. Child, and one I’d argue applies to many aspects of life.
Live free, live wild…
Live like there is no failure, only varying degrees of success.
I know I joke around about living in the south. They have a strange obsession with Cheerwine here and a bizarre inclination to deep fry anything. When we go out to eat I have to ask BrightSide to remind me which kind of sweet tea that particular restaurant serves – moderate, hummingbird, or put me into a diabetic coma sweet. Don’t even get me started on why chicken and waffles are offered together as a breakfast order.
But I’ll tell you something this glorious state introduced me to: the delectable dish that is chicken pie.
I mean, chicken pie in general is delicious, but there’s this place in town called Michelle’s Catering. Oh, my…Michelle’s chicken pie…
Anthems could be written about the savoriness of this pie. Its tender chicken, the scrumptious sauce, a flaky and fabulous crust. I have dreams about this pie. The mere thought of it makes me salivate just a little.
I just texted my husband begging him to bring home this pie. Tonight.
Some might say I have a problem, but I figure it’s better than being hooked on deep fried Twinkies.
My post as part of Colline’s Gratitude Project.
quaint: (adj.) having an old fashioned attractiveness or charm; oddly picturesque
It’s the hiccup in every generation – we look at those that came before us and, almost without fail, see certain things as quaint.
Black rotary phones. Manual typewriters. Switchboard operators. Penny candy stores.
It got me to thinking…what will my kids look back on as quaint in my lifetime?
Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?
No, though my kids seem to like doing this. And no, I’m pretty sure the elevator doesn’t care if we push the button once or a hundred times – it moves like it moves.
Do you plan out things usually or do you do them more spontaneous (for example if you are visiting a big city you don’t know?)
We fall in between. I leave home with a general idea of what I’d like to do, but we don’t usually nail down the details until we’re there. But once we’ve arrived I’m definitely a planner.
Describe yourself in at least four uplifting words.
Resilient, inspired, funny, and passionate.
If you had a choice which would be your preference: salt water beaches, fresh water lakes, ocean cruise, hot tub, ski resort or desert?
Fresh water lakes. I love the ocean – the soothing sound of the waves – but quite frankly the sand is beyond irritating. Lakes let me spend time by the water without the itchy sand.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last week I was running wild with my hair on fire. It was one of those times when every day felt like a race to the finish, which is what made taking time for myself on Friday so awesome.
This week I’m trying to get things back under control in the house (ha!) and am looking forward to seeing my brother’s family.
Cee’s Share Your World is a weekly feature – all are welcome to play along.
What’s going on in your world?