Forever Family: T-man’s views on skateboards, school, and travel

Full disclosure:  Life got away from me so T-man and I caught up while he was heading to bed.  He would rather have been kicking back in Starbucks.  Apparently I have committed the ultimate RFTM interview foul.

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how I’m killing it at this gig

It’s 11:00am, and I’m seriously considering making dinner tonight.

This is significant in a number of ways.  There are more days than I’d like to admit when putting an evening meal together just isn’t top of my list, and the times when I’ve made it a priority I’ve experienced what one might call a notable lack of positive reinforcement.  (Hello there, T-man and Bear.)

If I do manage to think about dinner, it’s usually a semi-panicky revelation right before BrightSide comes home.  As in oh crap, it’s 5:30, what on earth are the kids gonna eat?!

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Share Your World: 3/21/17

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are? 

Thirty-eight.

So, you’re on your way out and it’s raining. Do you know where your umbrella is or do you frantically search for it all over your apartment/house?

I would walk to the hall closet where we supposedly keep them, open the door, then curse at the lack of umbrellas there.  This would be followed quickly by: “Who was the last one to use an umbrella?  Where did you put it?  No, I don’t care that you think it wasn’t you, where did you put it?  Oh, never mind, we’ll just get wet.”

Do you recharge your energy by going out with friends for a good time or by spending quiet time alone?

I used to think it was the first choice…that a movie, drinks, or dinner with friends was just what the doctor ordered when I needed a boost.  Lately, though, I’ve found that a quiet night in is more my speed when I’m really burned out.

Name three things you and your spouse, partner or best friend have in common.

BrightSide and I both have a healthy (and frequently sarcastic) sense of humor, an appreciation for the necessity of down time, and a belief in the power of family.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Over the weekend we were extraordinarily honored to join my family for my niece’s baptism.  It was exciting to meet my brother’s three-month-old daughter for the first time, and watching T-man and Bear with her was priceless.  I was able to spend time with my father, siblings, and nieces – it was a precious gift indeed.

This week I’ve gained a little extra time, so I’m hoping to spend some of that in a quiet space.  We’re also extraordinarily proud of Bear for being accepted into the elementary National Honor Society and will celebrate at her induction ceremony on Thursday.


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Cee’s Share Your World is a weekly feature – all are welcome to play along.

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Forever Family: odds and ends #1

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.

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wcw – no fear, no failure

“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.”

– Julia Child

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A valid point, Ms. Child, and one I’d argue applies to many aspects of life.

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Live free, live wild…

Live like there is no failure, only varying degrees of success.

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Forever Family: for the love of a foster parent

Foster parents are made of strong stuff.

They find it within themselves to open their hearts and homes to children in need, offering a stable life to young people struggling to find their way.

They work to maintain relationships between children and their biological families, often while those families are working through their own issues.  They take charge over souls who have experienced unspeakable trauma and walk with them through the fire of recovery.

And they love these kids deeply, unconditionally, despite the fact that they might only be in their lives for a short while.

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Forever Family: notes for my 20-something self

Lately I’ve been thinking about my younger days.

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See that sweet face?  (Yeah, BrightSide, too.)  How innocent, how naive…ready to go along to get along, keep the peace, calm the waters no matter what.

Well, lately I’ve been thinking about what I’d tell that 20-something me.

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SoCS – measure twice, cut once

Boy, my mama could sew.

I remember going with her to pick out fabric for a new jumper or dress, running my hand down the row of bolts, looking at patterns and colors for something I’d love.  We didn’t have a lot of money then so Bee and I had to be sure before we made our final picks – there was no turning back once mom began cutting and laying out the pattern.  No “eh, I don’t really like this after all, the blue would have been better.”

Mom poured her time and talent into making those clothes for us, though I doubt I was as grateful as I could have been.  There were always kids who had brand name jeans, but whatever…we’ll call that character building.  She’d take the scraps, too (waste not, want not) and sew clothes for our dolls.  That made them extra special to me.

So with a talented mom like that you’d think I could manage more than a hem or button, right?  Except not so much.  Not for mom’s lack of trying – I seem to recall her trying to teach me how to work the sewing machine, but I just didn’t have the patience for it.  Probably best in the long run, really, considering how accident prone I turned out to be.  If it’s possible to sew two fingers together, I would have managed it.

No, Bee got all the crafting talent in the family and, as far as I know, can run an actual sewing machine.  If you’ve ever worked with one you know this is an achievement.  They have moving parts my brain just can’t seem to reconcile.

I have fond memories of my mom, though…meticulously laying out the fabric, patiently pinning on the pattern, carefully cutting it out piece by piece.  She put her love into everything she made for us.


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Linda’s Stream of Consciousness Saturdays are open to anyone who’d like to participate.  Pop over and give her blog a visit.  This week’s prompt is “so/sow/sew.”