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The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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Contradictions

I’m a complete contradiction unto myself. Given a situation, oh let’s see, how about we start with the driveway.

1.If the driveway is covered with snow and I need to get somewhere I will..

A. bundle up against the arctic winds and tackle Mt. Everest with salt and shovel until I can safely pass the summit with my minivan.

B. completely forfeit any ambitions that lay outside the threshold of my front door.

C. Both

2. If the children are being quiet by watching a movie and the house is a mess, but I need to get some work done, I will….

A. allow them to continue to bask in their coma-like state in order to assure that I won’t be disrupted and therefore all things are peacful.

B. cringe at their slothfulness, pull out my whip and start cracking it while yelling orders and demanding a reply of ,”Yes Mam, Mother Mam!” while stressing about getting my work done.

C. Both

3.Since I really shouldn’t eat sugar in order to maintain a healthy mind and body..

A. I eat only whole grain foods and avoid all processed sugar.

B. I desperately cram discarded half eaten candy that my children leave lying on the floor, counter, top of the trash or under the car seats into my mouth and pretend like I’m not eating anything, but rather having a coughing fit.

C. Both

You see where this is going? If you chose C for all the answers, you are a genius and also must have a strange insight into my world.

February 17th, 2007 | Category: Me | One comment

Workin’ on it

My husband programmed a play list on my ipod for me to workout to. Tonight, with great enthusiasm, I put on my external cushiony headphones, cause those white things that come with the ipod do not fit in my small ear holes. That’s right, the one small part on my body, is my ear holes. I filled up a toddler sippy cup with water, I know, I’m a rockin’-hip mamma, I closed the door and hopped on the treadmill.

After I choked for a bit from the dust and cobwebs that came rolling off the belt, I got my groove on. I hate just walking or running. So, with my new debut “work-out program” or, as Clay named it “Get Funky Go Crazy”, I started doing some mighty fine jazz hands and arm swooping. Then I threw all caution to the wind and did some grapevines with my feet then a few ball-changes. To my surprise I only fell off once when I wiped the sweat off my face with the bottom of my shirt and forgot to keep moving my feet.

I finished a twenty minute session and wanted more. I spent an hour walking, running, dancing, feeling a need to hurl and then catching my second wind. My daughter caught me with my arms raised to the heavens, hands forming something between the ‘hang-ten’ sign and the ‘I love ya’ sign while mouthing the words, “Don’t cha wish you’re girlfriend was hot like me?”…..I know, hangin’ my head in shame. I was thinking more appropriately fitting lyrics could be;
“Don’tcha wish your toddler could scream like mine?”
or
“Don’tcha wish your chickens could crow like mine?”

Anyway, here are the other songs I got groovy with. He did a good job.

1. Holiday by Green Day- Great way to get the blood pumpin’
2. Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani- Hearken’ to my cheerleading days.
3. Suicide Blonde by INXS- This was Clay’s choice
4. Sisters are Doin’ it for Themselves by Eurythmics
5. Vertigo by U2
6. Real Gone by Sheryl Crow- this is the theme song from the movie Cars…it’s cool.
7. Don’t Cha by The Pussycat Dolls- great for practicing your high heeled model cat walk on the treadmill.
8. Tight by INXS
9. Hella Good by No Doubt
10. My City Was Gone by Pretenders- this is probably the only one I want to take off
11. Would I Lie to You by the Eurtythmics
12. Don’t Change by INXS- do you see a pattern here, yea, Clay likes his INXS
13. Hold Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me by U2

Then I cooled down to James Blunt….except it’s kinda hard to cool down to him grrrrrrr.
When I was done I went to work in the office for a bit. I kept smelling roast beef. Did I forget I was cooking something? No, it was me. I was sweating the smell of roast beef. I can’t explain it.

February 16th, 2007 | Category: Me | Leave a comment

You and Me

I distinctly remember saying to myself when I was in high school that I would marry a guy from Missouri. I don’t know why, I just did. Maybe because…

They didn’t have you where I come from
Never knew the best was yet to come
Life began when I saw your face
And I hear your laugh like a serenade

I met you in Drawing I the second semester of my freshman year at college. You were taller than anyone I’d ever met and so incredibly skinny, even thinner than usual from the near-death bicycle accident you suffered a couple months before. It tore your face to shreds and left you unable to eat solids for a few weeks. You still have a hint of that angry oval shaped purple scar high on your right cheek bone. I distinctly remember your Ralph Lauren dungarees that were rolled tightly around your ankle, the white Chuck Taylor’s that you had lovingly repaired with Duck Tape and the long sleeved cotton shirt with tiny Cadillac emblems on it. All those crazy things and I haven’t mentioned your most defining characteristic; the auburn hair. It was clipped very close to your big head except for the long frizzy tuft of bangs that fell down to your cheek. .

How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough?
Cause, I’m never, ever giving you up.

We sat in a circle straddling drawing benches that had built-in easels to rest our drawing boards against. The subject of our drawing was in the center of the circle. It could be a pedestal with a pile of nails, a group of geometric shapes or a naked person. The class was three hours long with two 15 minute breaks. There was plenty of time to get to know the person sitting next to you. The first week I sat next to a very nice boy named Brandon. We chatted through the class and afterwards walked to the Union Bookstore where he bought me a kneadable eraser for our class.

I slip in bed when you’re asleep
To hold you close and feel your breath on me
Tomorrow there’ll be so much to do
So tonight I’ll drift in a dream with you.

One day I found you sitting on one side of me and Brandon on the other. You’re presence didn’t register on me at first. Then you started talking and I realized you were actually pretty nice. I asked what you had done over the weekend and you said, “Well, I went to church and played some ping-pong.” That’s when I woke up and rubbed the dullness from my eyes to see who you were. I don’t remember anything about Brandon from that point on.

How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough
Cause, I’m never, ever giving you up.

We spent Monday, Wednesday and Friday of the next two weeks talking for three hours. We didn’t leave the room during the 15 minute breaks we just talked right through. The whole time I didn’t know your name. I was afraid you had told me and it slipped my mind. I glanced at your open art box hoping you had scribbled your name somewhere, but it only contained the same supplies as mine. I didn’t know at the time, but you were trying to solve the same mystery with me. Finally, you were brave enough to admit your ignorance. We both laughed at our stupidity. From the moment it left your lips, I loved your name. I didn’t know it at the time, but later my name wouldn’t sound the same without yours coupled with it.

As you wander through this troubled world
In search of all things beautiful
You can close your eyes when you’re miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade

I didn’t realize what your intentions were, since I had a boyfriend back home, you weren’t anything more than a sweet friend to me. In fact, I had hopes that you might take to my sister, since she had a thing for auburn-haired-green-eyed boys. It was easy to be myself around you. I never felt the need to impress or persuade, so you obviously got the real me. Slowly, we just came to be us. There was no fancy dating or courtship, it was just you and me and nothing else mattered.

How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough?
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough?
Cause, I’m never, ever giving you up.

One night as I was praying I thanked God for you and then said, “I sure do love that boy.” I paused and thought about what I had said and realized then that God had softly, but surely brought you to me. Never would a day pass from that point that you wouldn’t be in my life.

How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough, is forever enough?
How long do you want to be loved?
Is forever enough?
Cause, I’m never, never giving you up.

*Lyrics from Lullaby by The Dixie Chicks*

February 14th, 2007 | Category: Clay | 7 comments
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