Showing posts with label what I'm thinking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label what I'm thinking. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

(a bit of) An Apology For What I Share Here (mostly so I can save face)

I've been feeling... not embarrassed, exactly, but... displeased with myself, over the random frivolity I put here. 
Not that there's anything necessarily wrong with frivolity, but when that's 
all.
I.
say.
then I'm not happy about it. 
Mostly because I know what I'm not saying here. 
All the things I think about, the things I want to mull over, the things I want to share, questions I have, ideas I want to share, growth I experience...
But at this point, I don't have... well, I don't make time to get it all here. 
And when I think about why, I'm ok with it. 
I'm comfortable with the priorities I have right now. 
Especially when I remember that they are right now
I'm realizing more and more how fleeting these days with my littles. For so long, I kept thinking "once I catch up on _____, I can sit back and enjoy my littles." That blank was filled with school, laundry, housework, prettying up the house, yardwork, gardening, sewing, canning, you name it.
Lately it's hit me, and hit me HARD, that nothing and nobody are going to sit and wait while I "catch up" ( I never will anyway), and I am MISSING OUT. 
And my very very VERY least favorite emotion - the one I hate above all others - the one that is to be avoided at all costs - is 
R E G R E T
So. 
Even though I'm not crazy about the way I look on here, and even though I'd much rather you see the "me" that is thinking underneath all the crazy blur that is homeschooling 7 of my 8 babies and hoping to figure out starting a business all while maintaining one of the happiest marriages on the planet ( and that takes work!), it's just not gonna happen right now. 
But I do want to show glimpses into my life, mostly for my own record (I don't do analog scrapbooks etc), and also for those family and friends who are interested, and for the customers I have to see just who is the person making the things they're buying, and that means there will continue to be silly frivolity showing up here in a greater proportion than it shows up in my head, because that's what I've got time for right now, because I'm too invested in living the non-frivolous to stop and share it. 

The time will come. I am both content in that knowledge, and a little fearful that it'll come too soon, and that I'll have missed things I regret missing. 

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

9 Out Of 10 Are Wrong About This - Are You?

I watched this yesterday.

I'm not saying much just yet, still processing.

To me, the most surprising thing is that some people are surprised.

Where do you find yourself in this?


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Commonality in Diversity, and Growing Into Feeling Like Me

Sometimes I am amazed at the diversity among us, when we're all so similar (need food, water, shelter, companionship; are creative, seek self-expression, look for "the meaning of it all"...).

Sometimes at the commonalities, when we're all so very different (introvert/extrovert, creative/literal, shy/outgoing, planner/spontaneous, leader/follower, victim/survivor, religious/skeptical, NT/ASD...)

When I find the commonality in the diversity, I just have to sit down and grin a while at the juxtaposition.

I've been spending I-don't-know-how-long feeling around the edges of a topic in my thoughts and in my journal, vaguely planning to write it here once I get it more figured out so I can make a semi-coherent thing of it. Then, this morning, I find that someone else (guess who) already has fleshed it out so much more completely and with much more lucidity than I think I was going to be able to do. I find that she does specifically well at finding the words for emotions, an area where I can spend a significant amount of time & still end up feeling like I'm spinning my wheels.

So, reading this post about Renee's feelings about her Autism diagnosis, and her feelings about it coming so late in life, and all the feelings she had before her diagnosis is, to me, a powerful picture of the commonality we have within our (neuro)diversity.

Thanks, Renee!

Friday, May 31, 2013

Inside The Asperger Brain

Oh. My.

Ok, I know I'm hitting heavy on the Asperger stuff lately (that's what I do!), and I'm sending you here a lot, but really, it's just sooooo good!
I find it tremendously exciting when someone write so clearly and accurately of my experiences and thought processes.
Sometimes I get excited because once I see someone explaining my thoughts so well, as they are explaining autism to neurotypical (NT) people, fireworks start going off in my head and I yell (internally, of course) "You mean not everyone thinks that??!!"
And then dominoes start falling, connecting lines and making patterns and suddenly there's a picture where before there were only random dots and blocks.
Sort of like when someone connects the dots on a map of the sky to illustrate the constellations.
Other times I get excited because I've finally found the words to describe my thoughts or feelings to people that I want to tell these things to, but I just can't.
Like today.
I was reading, and this article got me so excited -BOTH ways, mind you! I realized that not everyone experiences things that way, AND I read the perfect words to describe what it's like in my shoes!- that I was bouncing up and down in my chair and grinning like a goofball. Finally I burst out laughing and grabbed The Mr. and said "Read that!! Please!!"
Patient, tolerant, loving man that he is, he stopped what he was doing and read it, gave me a smile, and went on his way. :0)
So now I'm grabbing you and saying "Read that! Please!"


and


Not every single word or thought there exactly applies to me, but so much does that if you're at all interested in me, how I think, what I think, and what it's like in my head, then it's definitely worth your time to read, and it's written much better than I have time for!

The part that was SO perfect that it had me laughing out loud was this line:

If you have something to say to me, then say it. If you choose to be mysterious because you think we are sharing a private moment, 9 times out of 10 you will be wrong. That knowing look on my face is me trying to mimic the look on your face and in most cases is meaningless.

Bwahahaha! Made me laugh again! 

Really, the takeaway I wish for everyone, whether you want to get to know ME or not (and sometimes that can be confusing to me, although I am so grateful for and affectionate for the ones who have taken the time and dealt with the awkwardness and difficulties) is that if you are the parent, relative, teacher, babysitter, or just involved in the life of an autistic child, please DON'T only listen to the "experts" (who DON'T have autism!), but add in there as much from autistic adults as possible.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Idyllic

My life is absolutely idyllic.

In the midst of unfinished work galore,
my refusal to be dominated by what I haven't accomplished allows me to see the bliss my life is drenched in.
So grateful.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Guilt

You know those times when it seems someone crawled inside your head, took a good look around, took some notes, then crawled out and wrote about it all in words that you wish you could hammer together so expressively?
No?
Well, I haven't often.
Today I read something that made me feel that way though. 
I'm not quite at the end of what was written, where this person is. But that she got there is exciting to me. 
I almost say it gives me hope, but I usually shrink from that word. 
It can be, as Emily Dickinson puts it:


“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

yet it can also be a little monster with razor teeth. 

...tangent!...

Anyway. 

Here's the article that provoked me to be here at my keyboard sharing this at this ridiculous hour when I ought to be sound asleep in bed:

Thursday, May 16, 2013

What's In A Word?

Sometimes the word "bomb" can mean something bad: like you "bombed" a job interview or an exam in school.

::Sometimes it means something really really bad, which I won't even touch here because of the magnitude of pain caused to huge numbers of people.::

Sometimes it can mean something really good, as in "bomb-diggety" or "the bomb".
Tonight, supper was NOT the bomb-diggety.
I just bombed grilling fish. I know better. I've done better. Just not tonight.
But my family IS the bomb diggety! No one said a word, we just all filled our bellies (do we really comprehend the luxury in that thing we get to do several times a day??), talked about our day, and about our plans for tomorrow and the weekend, and chose a bedtime story.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Want to Tour a Different Planet?

Sometimes I just want to quit the internet.
I get "peopled out", and the negative interactions overshadow the positive interactions, even though numerically, they oughtn't.
But I crawl in my hole a while, and

breathe

and then I want to come back.
Not let the ugly keep me from the beautiful.
Not give the ugly the power to keep me from the beautiful.
Especially when what upsets me about the ugly is it's attempt to control me or define me.

So, after my break, I'm back.

With a purpose, for this post at least. My husband, a.k.a. Knight In Shining Armor, a.k.a. Superman, a.k.a. My Hero, a.k.a ... (you get the idea) suggested my sharing this here, thinking that it may help explain some of my "prickliness" to those who have felt it.

I was telling him about a conversation I was in, with a sweet lady whose grandson had been diagnosed with Asperger's. When she told me, she didn't know that I am an Aspie myself, and she said it in a way that communicated the unpleasantness and difficulty of raising such a child. Not in a mean or offensive way, but just how parents commiserate over difficulties. I can imagine that it could be difficult, depending on your goals and expectations.
The conversation reminded me of several times that I've heard people talking about "healing" autistic spectrum disorders, or making them "act right". It grieves me so much to hear parents with that perspective. I was, I suppose, ranting about it to him, and he said it might be helpful for others to hear how it seems "from this side".

So. I'm just going to cut loose, like I did with him, and shut my eyes tight and hope that I don't come across as angry, or attacking, or critical, or like I know it all, or that I think people are stupid, or any of those things. I also hope that maybe, if you see things that could be taken that way, you will instead just understand how upsetting it can be to be on the receiving end of the things that I'm talking about.

In our family, we see things like ADD and Asperger's as personality profiles, not disorders or deficits or dysfunctions or disabilities (alliteration much?). Just like any personality type, there are strengths and weaknesses, which can be exploited and compensated for. We see them as valuable types, not inferior.
For example, did you know that few people are truly colorblind, to the point of seeing only black, white, and grey? These people are very very valuable in certain fields, because they can easily see details that others, distracted and blinded by color, miss. And what about a blind person's extraordinary hearing and sensory perception? That's how we see a lot of things that are often categorized as "disabilities".
So to hear someone bemoaning the woes of Aspergers, and their frustration in how hard it is to make someone - especially a child!!- with Asperger's "act right" is such a punch in the gut. To hear their special, unique gifts and abilities so disregarded in favor of making them "just like me" seems so arrogant!
Yes, I understand, a lot of times it is well intentioned, hoping to smooth the path of life for them so that they won't "stick out", but maybe that is the very thing that is propagating the negativity associated with sticking out!
And I wish, I think at least, that I really wish, that every parent, every teacher, every friend, who is dealing with an Asperger / Autistic child, who is working so hard to teach them to "make eye contact", to "speak to people when spoken to", to "hug Aunty So-and-So", to "sit properly", to "stop waving their hands", to "stop rocking", to "stop obsessing over a narrow subject", to "lighten up" and "enjoy socializing".... et cetera et cetera ad nauseum
I wish that they could really, deeply, truly, and fully imagine:
Being dropped, with no preparation, to a different planet.
Where the language sounded like theirs, but soon proved to have different (often inscrutable) definitions for a lot of the words.
Where making eye contact was highly offensive.
Where handshakes were derogatory.
Where smiling was insulting.
Where small talk was pedantic and arrogant and selfish.
And every time they tried to reach out to someone and make friendly contact in one of these ways that they grew up with and are so natural that anything else just doesn't make sense, they were rebuked and told that they were upsetting others and making people uncomfortable.
And they were told that if they want people to like them, and if they want to make friends, and if they want to fit in (which, on that planet, is the be-all, end-all, ultimate goal for every creature) they must learn the appropriate ways to interact:
The way to greet someone is to lick their face, profusely. And to enjoy it.
And to be happy to have your face licked in return. And you are not to wipe your face afterward- that would be rude!
The way to converse is to repeat a prescribed script of nonsense words, that carry no meaning, and that the script is longer for conversing with some people, and shorter for others, and you must not confuse them. It is very offputting if you mix up the nonsense words.
That if you enjoy someone's company, you show it by becoming very loud, and rubbing your face against theirs every few seconds, and if they happen to move away, you must follow them, so that you can continue to rub faces and shout at them.
You must also be very pleased and appreciative when someone shouts at you and wants to rub their face against yours, and if you show any discomfort or displeasure, you are very insulting and confusing to them, and you have maybe hurt their feelings.
With all this, the culture is a very fast-changing one, with many "in-jokes" and unspoken expectations. The change is so fast, that with all the other rules for interaction, you often lose track of the expectations and jokes, so that things often fall flat when you are around, and people become very uncomfortable, because the jollity that is required is broken up and hard to resume if you've committed yet another faux pas.

My assumption (and I may be wrong) is that almost anyone would find those rules of greeting and interaction very invasive and upsetting, and would likely feel assaulted by what the people on that planet consider "just being nice". I imagine (and maybe this is just my Asperger's talking) that after feeling thus assaulted, keeping up with the in-jokes and unspoken expectations might feel like a bit much. I'm guessing that they would be mighty glad to find someone who would just look them in the eye, smile, shake hands, and say "How are you?"

And so I want to ask those parents, teachers, friends, etc., if they can quit trying to teach a dog to quack, or a duck to bark, or a chicken to moo, and accept that these children are trying to connect with people their own way, even if their way looks like something that is culturally rude or selfish or uninterested. To quit sending the message, with their "help" that "You are put together all wrong. Everything you do, or want to do, or feel, is wrong. Everything you like, is unacceptable. You are only pleasant to be around when you deny yourself every comfort and offer yourself for invasion and sometimes assault, and even then, only if you pretend to enjoy it."

Now.
Have I offended you?
Have I made you angry?
I truly hope not. I only want to show you what I see from where I stand.
And, maybe, to explain what was going on in my head if I've been rude to you or pushed you away.

My husband said he thought it could be enlightening to people to see how their advances can be perceived.
I am hesitant to share this though, because I don't want to make people afraid to approach me or avoid trying to become friends.

Not sure what to do now besides click publish.


Thursday, March 21, 2013

Even More on the Idea of Public Beta

You know, like yesterday when I said this: "More on this idea of public beta. Either publish my rough draft, or never publish at all.
That's what it's come down to with me.
Because, as I am re- prioritizing, I'm finding out the *spending* time with my loved ones, rather than blogging perfectly *about* the time with my loved ones, is more important.
Part of what that looks like, is dictating blog posts as I drive down the road. And then, hitting publish without checking for grammar, punctuation, or spelling."
It's a good idea.
And I mean it.
Really.
That's how I want to blog.
But.
When I'm offering to help someone with their website, or telling them that I can do the thing that they want. Telling them what I know about websites. About building them, maintaining them, making them nice.
Then my lovely public beta philosophy isn't quite so lovely anymore. In fact, it just might lose me some business.
So, HOPEFULLY, this weekend, I'll carve out a little bit of time to build a portfolio site to share with people. One that doesn't reflect my quirkiness, my enjoying changing things up, my Oops-my-child-needs-me-right-now-this-website-will-have-to-wait comfort with my own website.
That way, when I give them my business card, and tell them to get in touch with me, and they go see the site that's on the card, they won't see my mess of public beta, playing around, what-does-this-do?
(That's a hint for you, people that I gave my card to last weekend!)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

My Hat's Off to Some Other Moms

So, yes.
More on this idea of public beta. Either publish my rough draft, or never publish at all.
That's what it's come down to with me.
Because, as I am re- prioritizing, I'm finding out the *spending* time with my loved ones, rather than blogging perfectly *about* the time with my loved ones, is more important.
Part of what that looks like, is dictating blog posts as I drive down the road. And then, hitting publish without checking for grammar, punctuation, or spelling.
(Edited to add: I hit publish when I'm NOT driving)
Also, most of the time, without checking whether what I said was correctly captured. So if you encounter up your gibberish here, or word or two that just don't fit, blame it on a technology glitch and not me. ;0) (Okay, this time I checked. And I'm going to leave that there to show you what I mean. That was supposed to say "if you encounter PURE gibberish"!!!)
And here is where I take my hat off to working moms.
I cannot tell you how many times, when someone finds out I have eight children and homeschool, their response is "I don't know how you do it "
I usually respond with something along the lines of "one minute at a time" or something like that.
Now, my last few days have looked nothing like a 9-to-5 job:
Sunday, I supervised while my daughter baked three dozen cinnamon rolls to sell. Then I hung out at the end of the driveway while she sold them, making sure she gave the correct change and told her customers thank you. That was several hours.
Then my husband and I went to get wood. I stacked a truck load of firewood, while my man cut a few huge logs with his chainsaw.
Monday, we met with several others from our playgroup, and swam together at the pool for a while. I am just now realizing that can sound like a relaxing time to chat with other moms. But I had seven children with me, and none of them can swim. That's not a complaint that all, I enjoyed myself very much. But I didn't sit on the bench and watch the children play :0)
After swimming, we hurried home and just had time to get out of the wet clothes into dry ones before we drove half an hour away to my daughter's very first ever gymnastics lesson, that she bought with her cinnamon roll money. (She's been baking and selling cinnamon rolls at the end of our driveway for weeks now, because she has a dream of being a gymnast. With eight children we can't pay for every extracurricular that everyone wants, so we encourage them to find a way to do it themselves. Baking was her idea. So far she has saved enough for four months of lessons, and plans to keep going.) I very much enjoyed watching her very first class, and was so pleased with the way she threw herself right and, even though she is terribly shy. I had to divide my time though, because the other children were bored with watching after a very few minutes. There was a playground where she was taking her lessons, but because of insurance reasons and rules, the children couldn't go to the playground unless I was with them. So I spent the hour scurrying back and forth.
The minute gymnastics class was over, we drove home as fast as is legal, pulled out paper plates, and snarfed down the meal that I had put in the crockpot faster than any meal we have ever eaten as a family before. My highschooler had a chorus concert that I was determined we would not miss. We didn't miss it, thankfully.
Today we woke up and gave five of the fastest showers my children have pulled off, and headed to the dentist for five consecutive appointments. We brought along several toys to entertain the ones who were not getting their teeth cleaned as well as the ones who were too small to go into the dentist chair at all. My Knight in Shining Armor showed up near the end and picked up the children who were finished and took them to McDonald's. I stayed with the few who still weren't done. Then we all met at McDonald's for a little breather. (Can I just salvage a little bit of my pride and dignity here, and make sure you understand what a rare treat McDonald's is for our family? As in, we go maybe twice a year?)
Come home, exhaustedly pile out of the van, hire a child to clean it up, sneak upstairs to take a nap with hubby for 10 minutes, and head out again to take one to the chiropractor.
Tonight I'm pulling a lazy trick. We're having spaghetti for supper.
Like I said, my last few days have looked nothing like your average 9-to-5 workday. But I have been away from home for the majority of the day these days. And as I look around the atrocious mess that we are now living in, I shake my head and wonder
HOW on earth do working moms do it?
Tomorrow, we are STAYING HOME.
And cleaning house.
And I am going to thoroughly enjoy it.
I'm sure we will have another spurt of busy days soon. And I'm sure I'll clean up afterward. But I've just got to say, you ladies that do this all the time, you amaze me.
Just like you say, you could never have eight children, or you could never homeschool your children. I could never do what you do.
But we're all moms, and it's hard work whichever way you do it. And it's beautiful whichever way you do it.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

When Mothering is Hard

Dear Moms of Littles,
When it's all getting a little bit hard,
when you don't think you can get up in the middle of the night one more time,
when the chattering of your two-year-old is driving you up the wall,
when you're 5, 6, or 7-year-old's need for independence is making your eyes roll back in your head,
Just
stop.
Take a deep breath.
Remember: they are a whole, entire person.
Just trying to make it.
Just trying to figure things out.
Just trying to BE a whole, entire person.
Trying to figure out how to handle their own wants and emotions, without having to handle yours too.
And then realize, that someday they will text you something like this, as they're on their way to school:



Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Learning

Things don't always (ever?) Look like I thought they would.
That doesn't *have* to be bad.
"Different" doesn't have to be "less".
Disillusionment is painful, but is inherently, by its very nature, growth.
Shedding the illusion, the false, for what is Truth.
Stop resisting.
Stop fighting.
Mourn if you must
But received the new gladly and gratefully.
Grow!

Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Epiphanies (one of them, anyway)

Actually, I had three yesterday.
Isn't that some sort of record?
I think it might be for me.
I usually take a l-o-n-g time to "get" somthing.
Then a l-o-n-g time to "process" it.
Which makes me look a bit slow or something.
BUT,
once I've got it, I've got it good.
(Yes, I know "I have it well" would be better grammar, but it just doesn't say it the way I want to.)

My big "AHA!" moments came closely together, and are on the same subject, but I'm excited about them both and I see them both separately because, like I said, I usually take my time about these things.

I was reading this article, and it was encouraging for me, but not as much as it was intended to be; not as much as I knew it could be.
I read things often about how being a perfectionist is crippling, how you don't do anything because you can't do it perfectly, how seeking perfection is demoralizing, and how we should just strive for excellence instead.
Which all sounds great, except I can't (couldn't!) figure out the difference between perfection and excellence, so what it really sounded like was "be lazy, cop out, slide into doing things poorly..."
Last night I was frustrated, because I knew I was missing something by not being able to separate "perfect" and "excellent", and my awesome husband helped me (finally) figure it out.
Even thought he wasn't in the mood, he tried first one way, then another to explain the difference to me, but still all I could hear was "right way vs lazy way". Eventually I decided to put him out of his misery (it's GOT to be frustrating to try to explain a new concept to me!), and sweetly said "Well, I know one thing that's perfect. Our marriage." To which he wisely responded "No, it's not."
He went on to ask me if there is any room for improvement or growth, or if I want our marriage to be exactly what it is 10 or 20 years from now. Well. As happy as we are, one thing I have learned in our first 10 years of marriage is that there is always room for growth, and even though I can't imagine how anything could get any better, I couldn't imaging things any better than our honeymoon 10 years ago either, and it IS better now!
He explained, that means it's not perfect.
Then he asked if I'm completely happy and satisfied with the way it is right now.
Um, YES!!
He explained, that's "excellent".

I GET IT!!!

!!!

(Yep. He's awesome. Best Husband On The Planet. I mean, c'mon- he can explain things to an aspie!!


Y'all.
This is huge.

I've never understood the difference before! All kinds of things are falling into place and making sense now!!

***Happy Dance ***

In the next few days, I'll share 
Epiphany #2: You can have it all, just not all at one time.
and
Epiphany #3: They're not all doing what I'm doing.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Choosing Focus and ::Monday Musings::

I woke up this morning and looked at the "Weekend To Do" list I'd compiled for myself friday evening.
Very little is checked off.
I realized that I can look at that list and see a weekend of failure, and start my week feeling 'behind',
OR
I can look at all the things I did do.
I helped my husband wrestle some monster logs onto our trailer to bring home firewood. (I'm talking 200-300 pounds each! Yes, my muscles are sore.)
I performed and emergency plumbing repair.
I took my daughter with me for some one on one time when an urgent errand popped up.
I did some work on my first "Virtual Assistant" gig.
I sorted through and put into storage clothes for 7 children.
I went salvaging in an old barn with my daughter, and we had a blast wrestling out some treasures from under the heaps.
I cuddled 2 toddlers to sleep for the first time in a long time.
I took an impromptu nap (haven't had one of those since baby was born 6 months ago!)
and, of course, the usual maintaining that goes with a family of 10 (with 2 in diapers).
Laundry, sweeping, meals, sweeping, potty trips, sweeping, goodnight kisses, reading stories, answering questions...
I had a good conversation with one of my children, who was very disgruntled at the time, about how whatever we choose to see, to focus on, we will see more of; how that can snowball and form our personality and our outlook on life.
It is easy for me to see which to focus on, which will make me happier, and which will make me more productive. That last part is counter-intuitive, for me at least. I always think that I should look at how much I didn't do to motivate me to move faster, but really all it does is make me feel like a failure and like I'm too behind to ever catch up. When I look at what I did, it seems to carry me on it's inertia into accomplishing even more than I would plan.
Of course, I do wrestle back and forth with wondering whether it's right or wrong or OK to choose happiness.
John Piper's "Christian Hedonism" comes to mind, even though I no longer identify as a Christian. Also, the simple fact that I am more kind, gentle, patient and loving when I am happy.
Then my background comes through and I hear echos of the teachings that seeking happiness itself is shallow and carnal, and that the righteous are at peace in persecution and suffering, and that if I were really "good" I would be all those things in spite of unhappiness, and that I would be reflecting the glory of God that way. 
Sigh.
That's another post.

For now, I will do what allows me to be kind, gentle, patient and loving to my children, and wrestle privately with the ethics of what makes me that way.

::Monday Musings:
Hands Free Mama
Brave Moms Raise Brave Kids
Learning about becoming a Virtual Assistant
Learning about Chalk Paint & DIY
Inspired to Action- one of my favorite encouragements places
Power of Moms- another of my favorites for encouragement

Thursday, January 17, 2013

What Do You Think?

Someone else wrote something pretty close to what's been rattling around in my lil ole brain lately


Monday, January 7, 2013

Organization, Curricula, Morality, Exercise, & "Public Beta"

Looks like that's about the sum of my reading this last little bit...
It's quite interesting to step back and see a thumbnail of what I've been reading.
There were a couple more tabs open when I started this "Monday Musings" post, but they are pages I'm logged into, so I won't be putting them here, but they're what I call "Geekery": how to edit the HTML and CSS of the website and store I'm working on so publicly... I realized that I'll never ever get either where I'm fully pleased with them and ready to let them go live, so I decided to just go live first and then build them, learning how right out there in the open.
I call it "accepting public beta", and it's something that I'm learning to apply to all of my life.
I still don't know what I think of it, whether it's freeing and I'm doing more than I ever would have otherwise, or whether this is how it feels to slide down the slippery slope of mediocrity and now I'll never do anything well.
Anyhoo.
Here are the links to my Monday Musings:
Power of Moms topic search: Love
Power of Moms topic search: Organization
A Free Homeschool eBook: Return of the Routine
5 Sites Offering Free Homeschool Curriculum
What Everyone Should Read About the 50 Shades Books (follow the links there too!!)
Organizing and Printing Years of Photos
Getting Ready to Heal a Diastasis Recti
More About Healing a Diastasis Recti

Monday, December 17, 2012

My Dream Hair

I probably won't get around to doing it, because of the question of what to do with my roots after I'm done. But here is what my dream hair looks like, if I ever did do it.


Who knows? I may actually do it after all. This one looks more like what I will be doing.
Except, of course, with blue. And maybe purple.
I don't know though. The more I look at that first picture, the more I want it. 
Stay tuned, I suppose! Never know what I might get up nerve to do ;0)
I'm definitely doing the second one though, sometime this week.


Monday, November 12, 2012

A (big) Handful of What I've Been Reading Lately ::Monday Musings::

I love that my phone gives me the ability to read almost anywhere. 
In the van while I wait to pick up my daughter from band practice. 
In the van while my toddlers sleep through my bigger children's soccer practices.
In my rocker while I nurse my baby.
In my gold velour chair while my husband and I unwind from a busy day/week.
At the kitchen counter while I wait for supper to finish, or at the grill before I turn over the food...

Sometimes I find in interesting to "zoom out" and look at the overall landscape of what I'm reading. I know for sure that I am influenced by the "tone" of what I read, and I choose what I read with that in mind. Sometimes more mindfully and intentionally that others- sometimes I only read what I admire and aspire to, others I read simply because it's not destructive. That second category I don't recommend a steady diet of, neither do I consider it "wrong" as I used to. Sometimes I read things that others recommend, sometimes I read things that I disagree with, sometimes I read things that aren't "me" to broaden my perspective. 

A whim hit me to share all of the open tabs I have right now. There have been many times I've found an article, post, story, or source that I really like or need through browsing others' links, maybe someone will find just what they need or want in my little pile. It's just possible that I'll try to do this every Monday; if I do, I hope I don't fall into reading or not reading things just because I'll be sharing Monday. (Do you put an uppercase letter after a semi-colon?? Someone tell me!)

So, here's what's on my phone this morning, left over from my weekend's reading:

So there you have it: my Monday Musings.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Yard Work and "I Might Die Tomorrow"

EDIT: I've imposed a new rule on myself: No proofreading or "fixing" anything, just write and click "publish"! That, plus the fact that I dozed off quite a few times while typing this post, may possible equal a very, um, interesting post!)


I'm learning something about myself.
Namely, this:
I LOVE yard work!
I don't go out and do it nearly often enough; school and laundry and meals and messes keep me inside too much. Well. To be honest, I choose to be inside dealing with those. Yes, they are necessary. But I am learning that they don't have to take as much time as I give them.
I'm learning so much, seems like something new everyday. Things that I've "known" and even "preached" for years. Now I'm actually GETTING it!
Things like priorities.
I have an index card taped up on my kitchen cupboard where I can't miss it (I love index cards!). It says (in bright red Sharpie (I love Sharpies too!) ),

"Today might be the day I die."

Monday, October 15, 2012

How AWANA and Children's Songs Are Misleading Our Children

In similar vein with my post on the Bible, here is a good article by a lady who is working through developing faith "out loud".
I appreciated the post as well as several of the comments afterward.
I also recommend clicking the link in the post and reading that too :0)
For the record, my children have never been to AWANA, & have only attended VBS once. I have some very mixed feelings about them having gone, and am working to remedy in other ways the things that led us to try it out this time.
http://joyinthisjourney.com/2012/10/how-some-churches-are-misleading-our-children/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+JoyInThisJourney+%28Joy+in+This+Journey%29