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The right thing

March 7, 2009

A little known fact about me is that I pray. A lot.  I find myself praying all day to my higher power.  I pray while driving, I pray while cooking, I pray while showering, I pray while falling asleep.  Sometimes my prayer is for the well being for others.   Sometimes my prayer is for clarity and good health.  Sometimes my prayer is for peace amongst whatever war, internal or external, I’m facing at the moment.  Always, however, my prayer is to do The Next Right Thing, whatever that might be.

I’ve been doing a lot of Right Things lately:

I have been stressing quite a bit about how involved or uninvolved my children are in society and wondering if I’m giving them enough opportunities to experience life outside of our little world of homeschoolers.  Yes, I take them with me everywhere I go, but it’s not quite enough – I mean, you can learn a lot at Target and the Library, but shopping and reading does not a life make.  They each take outside classes once a week – Duck takes yoga and Stealth takes Kindermusik.  It’s good and wonderful, but it doesn’t scratch that Mama Intuition itch I’ve had.  I thought long and hard about what would be good for us and what we could feel good about doing and finally came to a decision – we will volunteer with The Central MO Humane Society. I signed us up and we were approved.  Training is the 28th of this month and then we will spend 5 hours a month for a minimum of 6 months taking care of the animals.  The kids cannot wait.  I think the responsibility will be good for them, the lessons in caring for animals who cannot care for themselves will be great for them, the understanding that we, as blessed citizens, need to give back will be crucial to their development, and let’s not forget the understanding of the word “commitment.”  This is definitely a Right Thing.  Now, fingers crossed that we only bring home one more dog and maybe a rabbit or something …

I’ve been going to my gym since May and had never taken a class, which is totally stupid because, unlike most gyms in the world, the classes come included with membership at my Mecca.  Thursday I took a yoga class.  Now, I’ve been doing yoga for about 13 years and I have to say that it is, by far, the closest thing to Utopia I have ever known.  I love yoga.  I love it more than bellydance, weights, cardio, chocolate, dogs, sushi, and sex combined.  Yes, I love it that much.  Unfortunately, I never found the *right* class for me… until Thursday.  This class I took rocked my little world like a baby in a cradle.  It was the perfect mix of slow and fast, modern words and Sanskrit terms, holistic healing and heart-pounding hard work.  It was a lark that I ended up in this class, but I’m certain it was The Next Right Thing.  The instructor also teaches on Tuesday mornings, so if I add Bellydance on Sundays and throw in some weights and cardio while I’m there, I’ve got 3 amazing workouts that I cannot wait to get to.  Feed the body, feed the soul.  Right Thing.

Things are so right between my kids and myself lately.  It’s been a long hard winter for us, but things are turning around.  I have finally found what makes my little Duck click and have finally convinced my powerhouse Stealth that he does NOT, in fact, rule the world.  We are full of love and light and laughter and peace and wonder and amazement and grace.  Things aren’t always easy for these guys.  Their mother is neurotic and their father has issues of his own, they have a dog who eats their toys, and a whole host of other things that torment the minds of little kids (I’m not so old that I don’t remember — being a kids is HARD!)  Somehow, however, they are doing better that fine – they are AMAZING.  I recently took some time and did one of those little FB Note Thingies – this one was asking your children questions about YOU.  I asked both of them and what came out of the their mouths melted my heart.  I’m not putting it all here, but the gist of it is that they KNOW that I love them.  It is something they don’t even question.  They are HAPPY.  They are EXCITED about life.  They are getting what they need.  Mothering is hard hard work, but I’ve been doing okay.  I’ve been doing The Right Thing.

I’ve been spending money lately.  I know I know, I have issues with this and I’m working on it, but I feel really great about all of my purchases.  They are thought out and planned and really quite responsible.  Today, however, I really spent some good money and voted with my dollars – today I shopped at The Peace Nook.  The Peace Nook is this amazing little basement shop that still is what it started out to be, unlike some other stores in town *coughcoolstuffcough.*  The Nook is all tax free, Earth friendly, and just juju positive.  Today I got a Nasopure (yeah, it REALLY is shooting salt water in one nostril and out the other,) some organic chocolate, some natural sodas, a few Luna bars, and some Free Trade clothing.  I’m stoked … and, frankly, will probably go back and buy more.  We MUST not only stimulate this economy, but we must do it WISELY.  It’s The Right Thing.

I’m human.  I’m not perfect. I make mistakes – a LOT of mistakes.  I’m trying.  It’s all I can do and it is enough.  I will not be perfect in this lifetime, but I can strive to be the best I can be, to always reach higher, to always look further, to always try harder to do The Next Right Thing.


Hold the lettuce, onion, pickle, and mustard

May 14, 2008

In other words, KETCHUP!

I’ve thought of a thousand things to title this post, but am unable to decide. Mostly because nearly 100% of the stuff going on is sooooooooooo good and juicy and wonderful and delicious … but the 1% that isn’t good sucks eggs. Actually, it sucks something much more nastay than eggs, but I’m a classy gal. Bwhahahahha. Anyhow, so I’m just gonna spill the ugly before I dance in the awesomeness.

My sister is in jail. Again. A little different this time because she’s actually staying there for awhile. Who knows how long – at least for another week, probably more like a couple of months. I know that most of you don’t even know that I have a sister. I don’t talk about her much. We’re as different as night and day and it’s hardly possible to tell that we came from the same genetic farm, much less the same freaking family tree. She has a blog and some of you readers have found me through her blog, so I guess I’m outing her. But I really don’t feel as though I’m calling her out – I’m sure she’d write about it if she could. She has certainly written about nearly everything else in her life in gritty detail. But even if she wouldn’t want me to write about it, well, too bad. It’s a matter of public record. Anyone in the world could find out about it and frankly, I’m tired of dodging the issue of having a sister who is mentally ill, incredibly irresponsible, totally unable to own up to her full responsibility in life, and selfish as the day is long. I’m tired of being concerned for the well-being of my nieces. I’m tired of all of it. I’m tired of pretending to care a lot when, in actuality, I care very little. You can only be burned so many times before you stop even going within 40 miles of the fire. Having said all of that, it doesn’t make it any easier to imagine her in jail. She’s my sister. She spent Mother’s Day alone in jail, she most likely will be spending her 40th birthday in jail. NO one in my family has ever been in jail – well, for more than a few hours. It’s hard to imagine how she spends her days. It’s hard to think about what she might be thinking and feeling. I love her. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving her. How do you stop loving your sister? You don’t. But you stop being sucked in – which I have done. I’m not visiting. I’m not writing. I’m not calling. I’m not going to her court hearings. I sure as hell am not believing a single syllable that comes out of her mouth as long as I live. I’m not doing anything but living with the profound realization that if this doesn’t change her, nothing will. I’m betting that nothing will. This hurts my heart like you wouldn’t believe. Heartbroken ambivalence – is there such a thing?

Moving on the goodies!!

I just got back from the gym. Can I just say how much I love that gym? Holy crap. I think I somehow got married to a TreadClimber and also managed to get the Nautilus Delt machine deported, but other than that, it was a great day! I could seriously work out there 3x a day. Alas, I shall wait until tomorrow. I love the gym. OHHHHHHH how I love the gym. Must get a one piece bathing suit — cannot really do laps comfortably in a bikini. I also need yet another water bottle. I’m just not pleased with mine. I think this afternoon I’m gonna sew myself up a funky gym bag. SCORE!

B decided that the 70 some odd channels we had on TV wasn’t enough. Well, that and we both decided that we loath Mediacom with the white hot intensity of a thousand suns. So we switched to Dish. Now, let me tell you, I thought we’d be getting the 100 channels. NOPE. B decides that we need 250 channels PLUS a zillion and twelve satellite radio channels. I decided that we need the DVR (TiVo.) SO now I have a zillion channels that I can watch at any time. I can pause the TV to go pee and not miss a single thing! And I have to say the satellite music stuff rocks. Did you know that there is a channel that’s nothing but Elvis 24/7? I shit you not. Same for Sinatra. Of course, the one that gets the most use is the Grateful Dead channel. Oh yes. My new favorite number is 6032. SCORE!

If you’re a regular reader, you know that I’ve started pimpin’ out my friend, Stacie. She recently opened this fly studio downtown (Corner of 9th and Broadway for you locals) and invited Duck and Stealth to come play so she could figure out the lighting in her new digs. Let me tell you – this woman blew me away. FOR REALS. We had the best time evah evah evah evah. She took some amazing pictures – I cannot wait to see them all. Here’s a little preview:

Hawks at APP!

Please, ya’ll, go to Stacie’s site and check out all her goodies. She travels, folks. And she’s wicked fun and thinks I’m da bomb. What are you waiting for?? CALL HER AND SCHEDULE AN APPOINTMENT TODAY!! I’ll wait….

I’ve been craving a steak for months. This is bizarre because, in my 32 years of life, I’ve never ever wanted a steak. Suddenly I can think of damned near nothing else. So B and I are gonna go get me a steak tonight. The kids are gone (woot) and he’s off, so we’re gonna go have a little fun.

Speaking of, what the hell am I still doing here on the puter?

later taters.