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Thursday, September 11, 2014

On Intraracial Marriage

When I was in high school, I used to write on my shoes.  I grew up in the 90s, so I'm not sure what  you expecting from me other than that.  They were rust colored Vans with thick white soles screaming for some individualization.  Plus, it was the thing to do back then, and didn't I want to conform right alongside the rest of my non-conforming social group?

The messages ranged from silly to profound, but the one that I'm thinking of today was one that drew a bit more surprise and mixed reactions than the others.  I said simply and clearly, "I love black men."

One guy I knew once told me I was racist, to which I responded from my arsenal of Seinfeld quotes (it was the 90s, remember... heck Seinfeld quotes are still amazing), "If I like their race, how can that be racist?"

He told me I was racist against whites.

Well, jokes on him cause I married a cracker.

Actually, I married a man with a mixed heritage, but until people get to know us and learn about our family, Billy and I look like the standard white couple.  And it bothers me sometimes.

I know... for a fact.... that I am over-analyzing this.  But sometimes, I think people might look at me and think that for all the things I say about racial equality and loving diversity, I wasn't willing to put my money where my mouth is when it came to who I married.  Which is absolute crap.  It just so happens that I fell deeply in love with a "white" man.   And, furthermore, why do I even care?

But I recently read a blog post from a man who I really respect named Bryan Loritts and he explains how it is that he, as a black man, married a half Irish/half Mexican woman.  The post is amazing, and I really encourage everyone to read it.  It's a compelling story of redemption and the journey that he traveled trying to negotiate what it means to be a black man who finds his identity not in acceptance from his race, but in acceptance from his savior, Jesus.

The line that hit me hard, though, and that I'm writing about today was this:
We decided that our ethnicities would not be ignored, and at the same time would not become the ultimate focus of our relationship. 
Later, he says:
 On and on we can go, yet we must keep coming back to the essential truth that we don’t hang our ultimate joys or disappointments on the color of our skin, or the ignorance of others.  Our lives are hidden in Christ. 
Finally, he sums it up by saying:
Forgive the bluntness of it, but I’m in love with my wife.  I want to be sensitive to you and your feelings, but I will not allow anyone and their aversion to interracial relationships to keep me from enjoying life with my bride.  
(insert husband for wife, and intraracial relationships for interracial relationships)

And I realized that, first of all, it's probably all in my head and there probably are very few people concerned with whether I married a white man or not.  And second of all, if I am truly to be enjoying diversity regardless of race, then marrying a white man who has a very different personality than myself is a huge step in this same endeavor.









Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Saying Yes

Since our family is on the verge of very big change, I'm had lots of occasion to do some deep soul searching and questioning.  Actually, let me rephrase that.  I've had many occasions when the concept of needing to do deep soul searching and questioning has come to mind.

The fact is that I still have 3 kids surrounding me day in/day out, and two of those are of the constantly underfoot variety.  So, I haven't yet done much of the said searching or questioning.

I did, however, have a couple of conversations recently that have been both very helpful and very sigh-inducing.  I tend to be the kind of person who always wants depth.  So, a cursory conversation can be encouraging, for sure.  But it always raises so much more than it answers.

But this is all just side note to my real point, which is this:  it's time to focus.

I've been playing with the idea of what I will do with my time once the kids are in school 7+ hours a day.  Since I've never experienced this, I have limited idea of how much I will be able to cram in or if I'll have any energy to cram at all.  I'm hoping and praying that, once the kids go to school, my personal stress levels will lower and this will allow me to accomplish more from my personal passion list than I've been able to before.
I've always tried to look at homeschooling as a worthy sacrifice.  It was something that I did for the benefit of my kids because I believed it to be the best option for them.  But, let's face it, homeschooling 2 kids full time and 1 kid part-time (Little B went to preschool half days) is a job.  It's not floating on a cloud and eating bon-bons.  Sure, I enjoyed it a lot ... but it is a sacrifice.

So, now, I face the challenge of having so many pent up desires, all of which are worthy.  But certainly, I can't accomplish them all.  In the next few weeks, I'll be going through my hopes and coming up with a personal grid of what I can say "yes" to.  And it means I'll say "no" to other things.

Here's some concrete stuff I'm thinking of.  I have thought about...
 returning to the freelance world...
 and continuing with language learning...
 and starting a cooking class for women on food stamps...
and taking art classes...
and continuing with dance...
and joining in organizing a new tutoring program in Title 1 schools nearby...
and volunteering in my own kids' schools...
and going back to counsel women seeking help making important life and death decisions...
and starting a rental company that serves low income families with rent subsidies based on positive life choices...
and working out...
and making more food from scratch...
and raising chickens...
and painting the house...
and resting...
and fostering a healthy spiritual life in myself and my kids...

But c'mon!  I only have 7 hours a day while the kids are in school. I can't do it all.  Or maybe I could and it would all be done crappily.  So, I have a lot of thinking to do about what my priorities and goals are and what I can say "yes" to.



Monday, July 7, 2014

Momables - Lunch Menu Planning Service Review

As you all know, we've made the decision to enter the school system.  After 8 years of homeschooling, I will now have all my kids in a traditional school setting, which means packing lunches for lots of people every day.  I thought it might be fun to not pack the same old thing all the time.  While at home, we have the advantage of mixing it up here and there with some hot lunch options, ranging from hot dogs to quesadillas or leftovers.  But I'll be honest, I don't really have a very wide repertoire for cold lunches... mainly just PB&J and lunch meat.

So, when I came across Momables, I thought I would give it a try.  I've used various meal planning services for our dinners with (mostly) good results.  Today, I received my 7th menu for Momables, and I feel like I have enough experience to write a review.

The Set-up

Momables is a once-a-week, 5-meal plan that is sent out via e-mail and available on the Momables website for download.  The pdf has a coverpage with a summary of the 5 lunches and time-saving tips.  Then, each recipe gets its own page with a picture, as well as being included on a one-page quick reference sheet.  The last page is a grocery list.  A free sample plan is available if you're willing to give them your e-mail address.

Three of the recipes are measured for one serving, and two are called "family size" with the stated purpose of eating them for dinner and packing leftovers.

When I signed up, they had two options for subscriptions: 3 months for $18 or 12 months for 60.  Those prices increased on July 5 to 3 months for $24 and 12 months for $79 (that's $8 or $6.60 per month, respectively).

The Good

Momables definitely has a nice format.  I really like that they include both individual recipe pages, as well as the one-sheet printoff.  I personally like the one-page because it's easy to tack up inside my cupboard door (which is what I often do with my dinner plan).

The packing tips are also nice because they have already tested how much of a lunch can be prepped ahead and how far ahead compared to which steps really need to be completed the day of.

And, of course, like all meal planning services, Momables takes the work out of compiling meals and grocery lists.

Lastly, though perhaps most importantly, most of the recipes and ideas are kid-friendly.  I have tried adding the lunch option on e-meals only to have the money go to waste because the meals were so un-friendly to kids.  (The exception is the occassional meal like "Salami, Olive, and Cream Cheese Pinwheels."  Does that sound good to anyone at all?)

The Bad

Unfortunately, Momables' lunches are not very diverse.  As I said earlier, I have received 7 weeks' worth of plans (including the free sample).  So far, there have been 7 types of sandwiches or wraps that include cream cheese.  In both week 6 and week 3, there were 2 each.  There have been 3 different variations on the grilled cheese sandwich. Week 3 lunches also had 3 different recipes that incorporated bacon as a main part of the meal.  

Another downside is that the "family size" meals are not very dinner-friendly.  My family doesn't eat risotto or orza salad for dinner.  Those would be considered a lunch or a side in this house, and I would imagine in most American households.  In one menu, the "family size" dinner meal is a grilled cheese option.  Certainly, I can do sandwiches now and again for my family at dinner, but that would be considered a light meal for dinner, so when they try to say that they are giving bonus dinner ideas, I find this to be a little bit of a white lie.  In reality, they are giving you lunch ideas and then suggesting you eat a light dinner the night before.
Fortunately, I use a different meal-planning service for dinner, so this particular problem isn't that big of a deal to me.

The last - and possibly least important - negative is that the plans don't include sides, but only the main meal for lunch.  Most meal plans I've used (and trust me, I've tried a lot!) include sides.  There are pictures with some interesting side items, so I can always take a look at those and adjust my shopping list accordingly, but if I'm going to pay for a meal plan, I do like to have a full meal planned for me.  This is particularly true because the Momables site has a lot of great homemade sides recipes, and I think it would be great to include these in the meal plan and grocery list.

The Verdict

Honestly, I'm still on the fence.  If the price change hadn't happened, I probably would have renewed my membership.  After all, the menus are more diverse than what I was working with at first (remember? PB&J or lunch meat).  And $5 or 6 a month is worth it when you consider that time is money. However, with the seemingly arbitrary price increase, I'm not sure that I can justify it right now, if only for the principle of it.  I will certainly re-evaluate when my 3 months is up, but at this point, I'm thinking that I can spend a couple hours a month looking at Pinterest to find some basic ideas and then come up with my own variations on a theme, which is what Momables basically boils down to for me.

So, while Momables fills the internet's lunch-packing gap, I'm not so sure it will fill a gap in this family

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Many Chains of Freedom

So, today is the 4th of July, and I think it's a good day to talk about freedom.  So, there are obviously a few things that come to mind, ranging from gratefulness that I live in a place where I have a voice in my rulers to distaste that there is still more slavery today than at anytime in history... and it's in America.

It's hard to know which way to go with this post, honestly... do I play the patriot or the cynic?  Or can I be both at the same time?  I think I can.  Yeah... let's give that a try.

This morning, I'm just sitting here in my comfortable city dwelling feeling happy that my kids are here, but entertaining themselves.  And that my husband has the day off, but is still sleeping.  And that I own things.  And that it's sunny out, but not brutal (that one has nothing to do with freedom.... I'm fairly certain that they had sun in communist Russia.... although anytime I've read anything about it, my mental reel plays an overcast sky).

So... freedom.  Yeah, here's the thing. While I'm sitting here basking in the freedom that I have, I can't push aside the thoughts that even in our country there are people who technically are just as free as me, but run up against systemic oppression and cultural barriers.  I'm not going to go into it.... honestly because I have too much to say about it for what I want this to be today.

But I guess even with that reality in my near vicinity, I find joy in the concept of freedom.  Because while our human ideas of free and, moreover, our human implementation of freedom are so flawed and unfair, it is a mirror.  The desire for freedom that is in us reflects a truer freedom.  We all seem to know that the freedom we experience should be more complete... that it should reach more people... that it should bring peace or come from peace or somehow in someway be related to peace.

The thing is that it's hard to really pin it down, but sometimes, we just know that something is not quite how it ought to be.  We want something better, not selfishly, but for others as well.  We who celebrate our independence today want to see the oppressed set free.  (Not to get political, but really... can we not just admit that the people who support continuing military efforts in Iraq do so not because of oil, but because they do actually value freedom?  Please don't think you understand anything about my personal political views based on that sentence because most likely you don't.  I'm just saying that people I've talked to who support the war(s) do so because they truly do care that people be free.)

Anyway... there's this yearning... this hope for more... this understanding that the world is not quite right.... the idea that no one should be able to own someone, or politically enslave them, or emotionally enslave them.  There's this truth that no matter what political system is in place, there are still people who are tied down by pain and abuse.  And though they may have the right to vote, they are captives in their own lives everyday.  So it becomes glaringly obvious that the government can only do so much and there is a deeper bondage that they are bound by.  And we wonder.... Where is freedom for them?  And why should I experience it more than they?

Freedom is a hard thing... and a messy thing... and a hopeful thing.




Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Why I Feel Like Giving Up

I feel like crap today, so please... just allow me this space to complain.  I don't do it often, really... not in public anyway... and honestly, not in private as much as I could.  There are so many things out there to complain about, but it is usually just futile to (1) care so much about every little thing and (2) voice displeasure over every little thing.

I usually save my private complaining for when Christians are selfish or when anti-Christians are ignorant.  Or when either is uninterested in truly understanding each others point of view.  As you can imagine, I have been doing a lot of complaining in the privacy of my own home with such hot issues as gay marriage and religious freedom court decisions.  Because pretty much no one with an opinion on those takes any time to think about the validity of the other side.  Am I seriously the only one who has an opinion but still understands why those who disagree with me do so?  Is it too much to ask that we not all assume everyone else is a moron with their heads up their rears and that maybe... just maybe... it's okay for gay people to have the same legal rights as straight people and that it's is equally okay for Christians to believe that gay behavior is sinful?  What is so hard about this?

But today... that's not even what I want to complain about.  Today, I am crying a lot because being a low energy person is really hard.

There are so many pressures put on everyone by society.  It seems really weird to me that we each individually yearn for acceptance and tolerance, but then we come together and make these weird rules about who holds value based on how much energy a person has.

If you are finding yourself saying, "What?  That's not true!"  Then you are probably a person that has tons of energy.

I have a medical condition called low blood pressure.  I'm one of the few people that doctors tell to drink more coffee and eat more salt.  I hate salt, but coffee is yummy, so I do indulge in 1 cup of caffeinated coffee a day.  If I drink more than this, then my overly sensitive body will be up all night, and that only perpetuates the energy problem.

I have tried everything there is to get more energy.  I have been vigilant about my sleep patterns, doing all the recommended tactics for falling asleep quickly - the lights dimmed and computers off an hour before bed.... the deep breaths and calming visualization techniques.  I have been obsessive about my food intake - counting calories, carbs, proteins... eating organic, vegetarian, vegan, carnivore.  I have released perfectionist expectations on myself and others.  I have tried light exercise patterns, moderate exercise patterns, and heavy exercise patterns.  I have taken melatonin for sleeping and vitamin D for waking up.  (Why does spellcheck not recognize melatonin?  No, Chrome, I have not taken melanin. I really do mean melatonin.) I have charted my time in the sun and fresh air each day.

All of this to no avail... still, I can count on needing a full afternoon of rest if I partake of two or more morning activities.

And it's frustrating... more than mildly frustrating... it is "I'm finished.  I can't handle this. I just want to stay in bed and cry all day" frustrating.  It's more than a little annoying to always be the downer at a get together... not because I don't want to be there, either (my introversion is another story).  But simply because I used my energy for the hour and a half outing to the museum with the kids, and even after another couple hours at home and a substantial dinner, I just can't work up the energy to engage with my friends.  I appear in a bad mood only because my body is done and the resources to smile and strike up conversation are gone.  So, I sit alone, ignored... and then my mood only compounds on itself.  After trying everything, it is hard to want to try anything anymore.  When everything turns into a production, it is hard to even take the first little step.

And then, back to society.  You know... people don't understand this lack of energy.  And certainly no one attempts to help me overcome it by actually acting in any kind of positive way.  People may invite me to things (although... honestly, not that often), but when I can't go because I literally can't get myself out the door, no one is coming over to just hang out with a tired, "grumpy" mom of 3.  (Emotions are a weird thing, and people's perception of them are even weirder.)

It's not like I necessarily expect people to understand.  I'm not trying to put all the blame on someone else, but I guess this is a very personal reiteration that most people just don't take time to know what other people are going through.  Most people live their lives in their own bubble of experience with little creativity to be able to imagine what someone else's shoes are like.  I'm probably guilty of the same thing simply by calling it out in others.

But maybe not because, if nothing else, this affliction that I deal with everyday has opened my eyes to accepting and accommodating differences in others, whether physical, cognitive, or personality-based.  I feel like it has made me an advocate, of sorts, for the underdog... the person who doesn't fit in the standard deviation, but deserves a voice just the same.  At least in my own head and in the privacy of my home.  I am not usually the kind of person who speaks up.

So, I'm just complaining today.  Maybe I want you to understand me... to understand why it's hard to engage and why every little thing that I do is an effort.  Maybe I want to be appreciated for the effort I am able to muster and not overlooked because I'm not present enough.  Maybe I'm being emotionally unhealthy because I have let what others require or expect or accept mean more to me than the fact that God's requirements are met and I am fully accepted by Him.  He expects nothing of me and requires nothing of me.  He just loves me because that's who He is and I am His.

I don't know what the purpose of this post is except that I needed to get this off my chest, and maybe I felt like this could help someone somewhere feel a little more normal or to help someone else be a bit more understanding of someone else.  Or maybe, it's just my blog and I will put whatever the heck I feel like up on it and this really is just a rant.  I don't see how it even matters, honestly.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Mother of the Year

Yesterday, a friend linked to an amazing story of a 16-year-old birth mom who exhibited the ultimate show of love.

Those of you who know me or have read my various blogs over the years know by now that the prolife cause is near and dear to my heart.  From a very young age, I realized the value of every human life and the horror that abortion is by its very nature of killing innocent babies.  I have spent time working as a volunteer counselor to help women explore their options, and I've reiterated here several times that most women do not approach abortion as a choice, but rather as their only option.

So many women don't realize the resources that are available to them, but even with finances aside, our culture continues to shove abortion down girls' throats because of the stigma that still goes with the process of adoption.  So a story like this one is a fabulous tool to change the culture of how we view motherhood.

But, hey... this is me... you know I can't just link to something and not give my 2 cents.  (Although, honestly, this story is so powerful, it doesn't need any further explanation.  However, this is me... and that has never stopped me before.)

So, the conservative message that we get from the pro-choice* side is that women should not be forced to ruin their lives because of a rape (less than 3% of abortions annually, by the way).  The more liberal derivation of this message is that women should not be forced to ruin their lives because of a pregnancy - period.  As in, whether it was consensual sex or not, no woman should be ever be forced to ruin their lives because of a choice they have made.

Wow... I kind feel redundant to even comment on this because that line of thinking is so obviously flawed, but since about half of Americans still think that abortion should be legal in some situations and 28% say it should be legal in all situations, there are obviously people out there that don't think through things.

The way I see it, there are two major ideas to be addressed when dealing with this mindset.

First, is the idea of ruining a life in the span of 9 months.  Let's think about this.  Are we so cynical in this world that we truly believe that having a hard time for 9 months is going to ruin our lives?  You know what? I hated pretty much every single year of public school that I had after 2nd grade, but did my life ever get ruined through that 9-month period?  No.  Why not?  Because I kept moving forward.  I sacrificed my time and my desires for 9 months, and then I got summer break.  Only to have to do something that I didn't want to do all over again for another 9 months.

I realize going to school seems like a trite example compared to all the difficulties of pregnancy.  Trust me, I know.  I had 2 difficult pregnancies and then decided that I never wanted to be pregnant again, even though I still wanted more kids (hello... adoption!).  But the point is that 9 months does not ruin a woman's life.  If the hardship endured for 9 months of pregnancy ruins a woman's life, then the bigger problem is her coping skills, her problem-solving skills, her ability to take advantage of the opportunities that lay before her.  Yet, here we are, telling her that without any information about her body, her baby, or available resources, she is the best one to make a decision about the situation.

Now, I certainly believe in personal freedoms.  But our freedoms can only go as far as not hurting those around us.  I am not free to punch whomever I feel like because freedom is not absolute.  When we are talking about harming another human being, we cannot simply let every person make their own decisions.  There are some things that we need to come together and say, "No... that's simply not okay.  In fact, it's so not okay, that we will make a law against it and lock you up if you do that."  Murder is one of those things.  And any honest scientist will tell you that abortion is killing a separate living human.  So, perhaps, instead of us telling her to go ahead and kill without education, we could be teaching her some decision-making skills and some study skills and some marketable job skills.  (Oh, wait... pro-lifers already do that.)

The second issue is this one about the stigma that still goes against moms who give their baby a stable loving home that just happens to have a different set of parents than the biological ones.  What does a woman have to do to prove that she loves her baby if not exhibit a humble heart and admit that she doesn't know how to care for a baby or even that having a baby will make life too hard for her.  Yes... having a baby makes things difficult.  Women who parent their babies from a young age need family and community support.  If they don't have that, then the likelihood of living in poverty skyrockets.  Why is it not okay to admit that?  And to say, "I don't want to live in poverty, and I don't want my child to live in poverty?"  Isn't that actually a very loving and responsible choice to make?  And if you can bless another family in the meantime... this is all win/win.  Why is there still a stigma over this?  These women should be heralded as heroes for their months of physical sacrifice, not to mention their years of emotional sacrifice.   Somewhere, there ought to be a mother of the year award to go to a woman who values her child enough to let her live in someone else's home, as someone else's family.

We need to ask ourselves how we define "good mom."

When it comes down to it, I understand that culture change is slow.**  And that's what we are dealing with.  We (as in prolifers) desire to see an educated people with critical thinking skills and compassion.  And that takes work.  It takes hard, long hours to mentor, to teach, to invest emotionally, to share, to become vulnerable, to love unconditionally.  And it's often thankless.  There are a lot of people out there who will take, take, take.  But we don't stop giving.  We trust the process and, yes, many of us trust the God who created life in the first place.  We don't take a woman's (or the taxpayer's) money and leave her to bleed on her own.  We walk beside her and offer whatever we know that will heal her wounds - both physical and emotional.

We aren't perfect in it, but we are trying. And when we fail, we (hopefully) apologize and start again.  Because every life is precious and 1,000,000 is too high a number to just shrug our shoulders and say, "oh well."

*See how generous I'm being? ... considering abortion supporters continually fight against bills that would educate about the biological facts of women's bodies, fetal development, and the resources available to enable choices of adoption and parenting.

**The good news is that while 50% of people still believe abortion should be legal in some situations, the last few years have seen the lowest percentage of Americans that identify themselves as pro-choice.  And that is a good start.


Thursday, June 5, 2014

Work it, Girl!

If you read my last post, you knew to expect this one.  If there's one thing I'm not, it's unpredictable.  I'm a very predictable person.  So... here I am, as expected, telling you about my working out.

So, also as expected, I have some goals for my working out (and my eating habits, but I'm not really going to address that here... ooooohhh... could that be another post?  Will writing 4 times truly be that easy?  Or will something happen that acts as a deterrent with which I must deal shrewdly before I can finally emerge the victor? Stay tuned!).

Anyway...

Goal 1 - workout 6 days a week.  Since it's summer, this is actually pretty easy to accomplish because we have few obligations.  So, I want to take advantage of this now, seeing as how I don't really know what the school year will be like with all the kids gone.  If you don't know what I'm talking about then I have just one thing to say... did you even read my last post?

Goal 2 - lose belly fat and outer thigh fat.  I'm being realistic here.  I've never had thin inner thighs, and I've realized that I never will.  So, why even bother?

Goal 3 - keep a well-balanced workout routine... meaning that I need to have muscle work (does anyone else always pronounce "muscle" in a Popeye voice, or is that just me?), cardio, and stretching incorporated.

So here's my plan for the summer:

I found this great channel on YouTube called "XHit Daily" and they post a new video daily.  Looks like I'm not the only predictable one.  So, I just do whatever video they post for the day.  That way, I get lots of variety, but if I don't like the video I never have to do it again, which is pretty huge for me.  I have spent the last 2 years doing a video series of 12 videos that rotate through a calendar, and I liked 8 of them, but for some reason, it was impossible for me to skip the ones that I didn't like.  I felt like I needed to do them because they must be in the program for a reason.

After my XHit video (which can range anywhere from 7-25 minutes, also a good thing for me), I find an ab routine on YouTube.  I do abs every day because they are important and they can handle it, unlike some other muscles that need a break in between workings.

Then, I do a stretch video.  I just find a random one on YouTube.  No big deal.  I have a few that I've decided I like more than others, but I also like to mix it up to avoid boredom.  Every so often, I put on Pandora and stretch on my own, but as I'm not a very motivated person, I can only do with every so often.  I need that encouragement from a person on a screen who I have never and will never meet.  I don't want to let them down by not following along.  My main goal for stretching is to be healthy and eliminate pain, but I will also admit that I want to do this because I think it is hot.

(If you can't get enough of hearing about my fitness, might I direct you to this previous post about workout videos?  It appears I have a very limited repertoire of subject matter.)






Thursday, May 29, 2014

In For the Night

Aaahhhhhh.... It's 6:19pm, and I'm in my pajamas because I, my friends, am in for the night.  To me, there are a few feelings in the world that I relish... a few moments that encapsulate the beauty of living. The sense of awe (and conversely, humility) that comes with thunderstorms, the unity found in the arms of my husband around me when I know I just can't do this alone, and the peace of slipping my PJs on while it is still light outside because I know I don't have to leave the house again.

I guess not everyone functions like I do.  There are those who jump at the chance for any and all social activity.  There are people who would even change out of pajamas to go out and partake in a spontaneous invitation.  But not me... I find so much satisfaction in the knowledge that I am done for the day.  I'm not sure what it says about me, honestly.

It doesn't say that I'm anti-social.  I actually like people quite a bit. It's just that it takes a lot of energy to interact with them... even with my good friends who I would actually put clothes back on for if they showed up in town and wanted to hang out.  More likely, though, they would understand that I don't really want to put clothes on, and they would have just as good a time drinking decaf in my living room.

I think it's impossible to be anti-social* while also being a stay-at-home mom.  I don't think a woman who was truly did enjoy people could handle it.  If I were anti-social, I would definitely go seek work in some factory or geek center where I could hole up in my cubicle and write code all day.  Assuming that becoming anti-social means that loud, repetitive noise would stop bothering and/or looking at a screen all day would stop giving me headaches.  Because those are both really good reasons to not take that kind of job.

You know what, though?  I'm not into really figuring out what my habits say about me tonight.  I'm more concerned with enjoying a little down time after a really busy (albeit fun) week.  The kids and I have knocked this summer thing out of the park this week, which may just mean I've set up an impossible standard for myself, but I'm going to pretend that it is a forecasting that this summer will be awesome!

*I'm not talking about the personality disorder.  I really don't know much about that.  If you do, good on you!  Please keep your information to yourself.  I'm using the term in the vernacular.  Gimme a break!

Summertime - When the living's goal-oriented

Okay... who am I kidding?  My life is always goal-oriented.  It's not just summer.  Before you get impressed by my goal setting ninja capabilities, you should know that anyone who truly knows me (as in, you know... i exist irl, and not just as a virtual presence), knows two things about me:

1.  I use goals as a motivation because I am incredibly lazy
and
2.  I rarely meet my goals.

BUT... I get a whole lot further along with goals that I would without them, and honestly (in case any future employers are reading this) I can be a really productive person when 2 very simple stipulations are added, which are as follows:

1.  There is a big enough reward
or
2.  I have to.

Quick example... getting paid to write is a good reward, in general.  Getting paid $20 for full rights to 750 words, however, is not a good reward.  True story.  Someone actually offered this to me for some pretty good words, if I do say so myself.  But if the price is right, I will say "yes," and once I make a commitment to someone else, I get a very horrible feeling about letting that person down.  So, that is also a very good motivator.

So, let's add "#3. Feeling obligated to someone else" as the 3rd way I am productive.

Another quick example, back at #2... I have to eat to live.  I do not like preparing food.  Nor do I like the task of sitting and eating food.  People have made fun of me for this, but it's just how I am.  I can't help it.  Anyway, as we all know by now, it is essential to eat if I want to live.  At this point in my life (and hopefully, from here on out) I do have a lot to live for and I value life pretty strongly.  So, this is something that can make me much more productive on the making food front.  I have to.

Anyway... not really the point. Just the disclaimer because I do intend to attempt to secure some writing jobs, and I'm not foolish enough to think in this day and age that I can just put something out there on the interwebs without a potential employer looking at it.  Oh, the glories of online journaling!

Whatever.

Here are my goals for the summer:

1.  Write on here 4 times (1 down, 3 to go).  I started small because, let's face it... I don't keep up with this here thing very much.  Mainly because every time I write, I end up getting deep and it's just not good blog fodder.  So, I'm going to try to remember why I like blogging (mainly because it's fun to be sarcastic and random.  Did I just say random?  Am I 14?), and then I will proceed to do that.

2.  Exercise Monday through Saturday.  I'm on day 4 of this, and it's going quite well.  My second blog post will most likely be a run-down of my exercising, so stay tuned for that amazingness!

3.  Be a fun person.  Easier said than done for a melancholy like me, but again I'm on day 4 of this with only one grump session so far!  w00t, w00t!  (wow... see how fun I am?  I just said w00t... twice!  And I have used a lot of exclamation marks already in this post! Guys!  This is seriously working!  Go, goals!)

4.  Enjoy my kids for these last days that I have them.  Okay... while all of these goals are real, this is where I turn deep and serious.  Queue the slow, dramatic music.  I have homeschooled for 8 years.  That's a full 1/3 of my life.  (okay, it's a 1/4 of my life.... okay! a year over 1/5... shut up!)  Point is that it's a long time, and now my kiddos are all going to school next year.  It's a long story about how that happened, but it's happened, and it's happening... in just over 2 months.  I will have no children in the home from 8-2:30.  I kind of feel like Rapunzel when she first escapes from the tower.  I mean, this will either be the best thing ever for our family or my kids will end up seriously screwed up for life, right?  But for real, I will miss them, and I want to enjoy our time together.

Well, four seems like a do-able number.  If I get too crazy, I might overdo it and end up just giving up.  Better stop here.




Saturday, February 8, 2014

How to Make Me Smile with Your Words on Adoption

Now, let me start by saying that I might just be overly sensitive.  And in fact, I'm not even really hot and bothered, just consistently annoyed.  But it rubs me the wrong way that every article or column I've seen about the Dylan Farrow/Woody Allen debacle feels the need to refer to them as "adoptive daughter" and "adoptive father."

I can't help but wonder how in the world this is relevant to the story.

Is it not quite so disgusting that he molested her (assuming it is true... an assumption that I am not making, by the way.  I'm staying out of that aspect.) because she doesn't have his biological material in her composition?

Or is it that much worse because how in the world can people who adopt a child then have drama in their home especially surrounding said child?

To me, there just isn't a purpose for pointing out that she was adopted by him.  Or that he is not the biological father.  It's incredibly serious accusations that, if true, are of an utmost disgusting nature no matter what the legal or biological relationship between an adult and a 7-year-old child.

On another front, I've seen a lot of seemingly mean-spirited outcry about some public misspeaking when talking about the trans community.  One was directed at Piers Morgan.  Another at Rebel Wilson.  Both of them, if we stop to hear their story seemed to think they were actually furthering the cause of trans acceptance, but neither of them were aware of the preferred language of the group they were talking about.  It's a matter of ignorance, but not hatred.  So, for involved parties to then open fire through twitter and the Huffington Post blog seems a little less than generous.

I'm pointing this out to say that this blog post is not written out of anger or an assumption that people are trying to offend, but only because I believe that education is important and is a strong partner with love as being the answer to so many problems.  (I hope that wasn't too convoluted of a reference to Blessid Union of Souls, because really any time you can reference them, don't you think you should!)

Without further ado, here are some phrases you can incorporate into your mindset and vernacular, if you so desire to be inclusive of families who have adopted.  I am not assuming you care to be inclusive.  I'm just saying if you care to be inclusive.

1.  "was adopted" not "is adopted"

According to the law, my son is my son with every legal benefit of my biological children.  He is a full member of the family and is different in no way than anyone else with only one exception - that the legal bond is actually stronger than the one I have with the kids who have my DNA.  That aside, he is completely the same from a legal perspective.  My name is on his birth certificate and we got to choose his name.

The thing I'm trying to say here is that his adoption was an event, not a status or an identity.  We have a shared family identity and he relates strongly to it.  To continually refer to him as my "adopted son" or to tell him, "You are adopted," keeps him on the outside.  There are enough other factors that we need to overcome that this language is something we try to avoid because we want him to know that we love him just as much as our daughters (one of whom was also adopted by Billy).

This one could seem a little nitpicky.  After all, Billy and I were married at a specific point in time with a particular legal proceeding.  But we still talk about ourselves as "being married."  So, if this were the only thing that people say about children who were adopted, then I would let it slide, but they also throw in this next gem quite a lot.

2.  "birth mother" not "real mom"

I can't tell you the number of people who ask me if I know anything about my son's "real mom."  I'm a snarky little daughter-of-a-gun, so of course, I respond with, "I'm his real mom."

Let's go back to the legal information again.  Billy was married before.  There were legal things that went along with that.  They had rights to each other's belongings and shared a cell plan.  Then they got divorced, and he married me.  Can you imagine if people asked us if we knew anything that's going on with his "real" wife????  WTF?  I'm his real wife!  Someone else used to be, yes.  But she chose to terminate her rights to that title, just as a mother chose to terminate her rights to her child.

Some mothers choose to do so because they love their children and want a better home.  Some choose to do so through selfish and negligent actions.  But they all chose to birth their children, and for that we are more grateful to these women than we could ever explain.  No matter how selfish a woman may have been after the birth of her child; no matter how many unwise choices she made, she at least made the choice to let her child live.  She at least gave one gift.  So, we want to honor these women.  We don't want to call them ex-moms, as if they no longer hold a meaningful place in our hearts and lives.  We call them "birth moms" because they chose to birth their children, instead of kill them.

Even still, I am the mom now (honestly, I would never actually call myself the "real mom" over the birth mom except in a sarcastic response).  I am the woman who listens to this child talk non-stop day-in, day-out.  I'm the woman who makes up chants to help him learn to spell his name.  I'm the one who potty trained him.  I'm the one who takes him to school.  I'm the one that reads to him and bathes him.  And I'm the one that gets to hear his "I love you"s.  I'm his mom.  And it's as real as it gets.

3.  "my kids" not "my own kids"

I have many well-intentioned friends say this.  They are often people who are thinking about adopting children in the future.  So, I know that they are sympathetic to the cause, but it is surprising to me that this distinction is made.

It usually comes in the form of, "Well, we might adopt, but we want to have our own kids first."  I get the sentiment behind it, although I will admit I don't really "get" it.  I don't understand the fascination with passing along one's biological information in order to create a whole new being.  I do know that it's an amazing thing to have a child grow in you, but I rarely think much of it on a daily basis.  It's been years since that happened to me, and the only time it comes up is when a child asks where babies come from.

Again, this is a phrase that is used that segregates the family.  There are the "biological children" and the "adopted children."  The message is that they are not the same in the eyes of the speaker.  But this is hurtful (even when it's not intended to be) because families who have adopted will go through great pains to love and acclimate a child into their family.  Part of that often means being willing to change their family culture to accommodate the new child.  Our family is not the same as it was before our son came to us.  He has changed to fit into our family patterns, but our family patterns have changed to fit with him, as well.  He is as much my own child and as much as part of this family as anyone.

Rule of thumb: Think about the person as a full person and the family as a whole family.

When you need to speak about the adoption (which, honestly, does probably not need to happen every time a conversation with or about the family is started), please remember that we are people first and a family first.  The adoption is secondary.

This also, as a side note, goes for other ideas like disabilities.  People first.  Disabilities second.

"Children in foster care" not "Foster child"
"Baby with down's syndrome" not "Down's syndrome baby"

You get the idea....










Thursday, January 30, 2014

How to Have a Morning Luxury for a One-Time Fee of $6

So, let me just get this out of the way.  My new year has sucked.  Like nothing bad has happened... at all, really.  I count my blessings because with 5 people in a nuclear family, there is high likelihood of catastrophe at any given point.  And I definitely have some friends who have already been through the wringer before January is even over.  So, I guess I'm saying that this is silly for me to feel this way, and I acknowledge it and I aim to move past it, but it's where I am.  2014 has thus far been the year of suck.

One of the reasons is that I really intended to get a grip on my life and what I'm doing and where I'm going.  There are lots of reasons that I won't go into, but the short of it is that I have many loose strings that I am certain could be the beautiful bow on top of a much-needed gift to the world and humanity if only I could figure out how to tie them all up.

I have not yet been successful.  And I know what you're thinking... 2014 just started.  You have the whole year to tie them up.  That's the point, right?  Yes.  It is.  It's the year to tie them up.  But little impatient me wanted to tie them up at least enough to have a plan for the beautiful bow by now.

Kind of like... I wanted to at least have googled "How to make a beautiful bow out of all your scraps of string" and to have scoured all the e-hows and instructables so that I could move forward with the actual crafting.  But I have barely sat down to open up my browser.

And what, you ask, does this have to do with morning luxury?

Well, this is my one success story, so I share it here.

One of my epiphanies was that I need to have tangible rewards for the behaviors that I seek to change.  One of those is to enjoy exercise more.  I already exercise 3 times a week, but I wanted to change my attitude toward it, so I started eating one small square of some amazing chocolate that I won in dirty Santa at Christmas.  It has significantly increased my desire to exercise, and surprisingly, I haven't found every other excuse to eat it in the meantime.

Another habit that I wanted to reestablish was that of waking up and spending time reading the Bible and praying.  I haven't had this habit for ... oh, 7 years.  It's really been since Ashlyn was born that I haven't had any kind of consistency with daily faith experiences.  I mean, Christ is my life, so I absolutely would think about him or shoot some prayers his direction here and there throughout the day, but I'm not a surface-type person.  I'm a dig deep and explore kind of person, and so it was frustrating that I wasn't having those moments consistently.  I also find that time to be a grounding as I go about my day.  It reminds me of the truths I believe and when I get stuck in a rut of selfishness, it jerks me back to reality that everyone else is just as precious as I am, and that in no way undermines my worth, it only testifies to the vastness of love.

So, I needed a reward because Heaven knows that waking up early is not my strong suit.

With no further ado, here's the 4-step process of how I get to have morning luxury for a one-time fee of $6.

1.  Sell a high-priced item on eBay.  I sold Rosetta Stone, which I've since found out is illegal.  So, maybe try something else.  You will earn almost $15 in eBay credits.  If your buyer flakes out and doesn't pay like mine does, you will still have your product and eBay will not take away your credits.  I found this to be very considerate of them.

2.  Buy a 1-cup coffee maker on eBay 3 months later when your reward bucks are valid.  I did hours of research for you, and I've found that the best one for the luxury of a porcelain mug is by a brand I've never heard of.  You might be hesitant to go with something you've never heard of, but it will be worth it.  Hundreds of reviews can't be wrong, and besides I have it and can vouch for it.  On eBay it will actually be $3 more expensive, but remember... you have $15 of credit.

3.  Set up the coffee maker in in your master bathroom.  Also, be sure to get everything prepared the night before you want to use it, or else it kind of defeats the purpose. If you don't drink coffee... #1. What's wrong with you? and #2. This is not quite hot enough to dissolve your hot chocolate, but it will brew a tea bag instead.

4.  Enjoy coffee (or tea or lumpy hot chocolate) in your nice warm bed while reading under your cozy blankets.  

Bonus step:  If you have a reliable digital outlet timer, you can set it to start brewing about 7 minutes before you want to get out of bed.  I tried this with an analog timer, and it was not accurate enough to be worth it, so now I just get up and turn the machine off while my alarm snoozes.






Wednesday, January 22, 2014

In the Meantime...

The other day, I quasi-promised myself and you (my loyal 2 readers) that I would get my rear in gear this week and move forward in this new year, new life mentality.  That is, I will take it from a thought to an action.  How I will do that is still a question for debate, but right now I'm giving myself the continued excuse of waiting for a book to come in at my library that should revolutionize the way I look at writing and, shortly thereafter, change my entire existence.  One of these days I will write that kind of book.

But for now, I thought I would just give you a glimpse into today.  This dull-drum day that begin at 6:10 when I miraculously arose in accordance with my alarm clock.  Actually, this isn't so miraculous these days, as there is a simple explanation, which I will share in the form of another sarcastic post on another day.  For now, you need know nothing except that I arose.  And from that you should be proud of me.

Well, I'm proud of myself anyway.  You probably don't really like me telling you what you should or should not know, feel, or do.  If you do like it, um, that's a little weird.

The day quickly, and for no reason whatsoever, met a not-so-subtle decrescendo after Billy left for work.  Today, I took it as my queue to be completely self-centered and to neglect the fact that I alone am responsible for my child's education.  Me and no one else.  And I just let my kid sleep until she awoke on her own.  Mainly because I wasn't up for a fight.  Which is a large portion of why we are sending her to school next year (ooops, hadn't you heard that yet?)

So, I was well aware that I was only affirming her negative habits, but that knowledge wasn't enough for me to change my course of action.  I am happy to say, however, that I did not get on facebook and play Pet Rescue Saga.  So, I have that going for me, which is nice.  In reality, I planned my outing to CVS because shopping there on a budget takes some serious manipulation.

And that was my morning.  The girl eventually woke up and we got along with our day, still somewhat lethargically, but at least we did enough to technically count it for credit according to bare minimum state standards. 

Monday, January 20, 2014

Happy Chinese New Year, maybe?

I had intended to write sooner.  I had all these end of 2013 reflections that kinda kicked me in the rear with a big, "Get moving, woman!" thrown in for good measure.  I have many things that I'm seeking, many things that I'm thinking... many more that I haven't even begun to grasp.

But procrastination has been my companion these weeks.  Not even that kind of procrastination that stems from the lack of motivation or a particular distaste for a given task.  Rather, there is nothing this writer enjoys more than writing.  Well, I can think of something, after all, but it's not really your business but I'm not too much of a prude to talk about it.  I just think it would embarrass some of you, so I'm going to hint around the topic and carry on as if you knew what I'm talking about.

So, yes, to me, writing is a pastime.  It's not simply the production of an end-product.  It is the experience.  It is the unveiling of my heart on paper.  It is the exploration of my thoughts, the time when I myself only begin to understand what I think.  It is the mean I use to know myself, to conduct logical exercises, to confirm my beliefs, to challenge my preconceived notions, and to share myself with those around me.

Yet I have forsaken it.

Because there is too little time and too much content.  Those times when I have sat down to write have ended with ramblings, cursory glances at the myriad of topics bouncing around in my head.  To say I scratched the surface would be generous.  I merely realized that the surface existed.  And perhaps that it was quite itchy.

And here is where I betray myself.  Because I have too many directions to go from here to effectively communicate myself to you.  How do you say something when you don't know what there is to be said?

So, I hope yet to take this desire for knowing myself and sharing myself and to come to some understanding about what I have of value to give to you.  So, perhaps, I will be able to know what goals I have for the future by the time the Chinese New Year arrives.  Because really... what's a new year except a page on a calendar?  And what makes my new year more worthy of my offerings than one from the other side of the globe?

So... yes, that's what I will attempt (you see my hesitation, as if I don't even believe myself?)... to have a place to start... next week.