Music Monday: Seasons of Love

First off, I want to thank everyone who linked up and played along for Music Monday last week.  It was great to see some old friends and some new ones join in the fun.  As promised, one lucky participant will win a $15 iTunes card and that winner is…

 

 

Congratulations Thom! :-)

 

Now moving along to this week’s Music Monday selection and link-up…

 

Friday evening, my aunt passed away.  Since she deserves more than simply a footnote in a blog post, I will give her a proper memorial in another post, however I wanted recognize her passing in song with one of my favorite songs.  She slipped away surrounded by loved ones and only one song seems fitting to celebrate her life.

 

 

Growing Green Girls

When my kitchen counter became too cluttered with recyclables, I cleverly devised a plan to encourage my children to help me clean up.

 

Like many northern states, New York’s Returnable Container Act charges consumers five cents for bottled beverages.  Although Florida doesn’t currently charge its consumers for bottles, I thought I could institute a five cent deposit policy in our home by paying my girls five cents for every recyclable container they tossed into our recycling bin.

 

However, before implementing our recycling program, the girls needed a quick lesson in how to determine which items to recycle.   I began by showing them the #1 and #2 triangle   recycle symbols on the bottom of the plastic containers. Other number plastics were tossed into the trash or we found find other ways to reuse them, but all glass containers and aluminum cans could be recycled with the #1 and #2 plastics.

 

Each time they tossed an item in the recycling bin, the girls would mark a tally on our recycling chart.  Each tally would represent five cents and therefore, five tallies would equal a quarter.

 

When my eight year old would have four sets of five tally marks, I would pay her a dollar, an idea she suggested.  My four year old loved the idea of getting a big shiny quarter for a set of five tally marks.  In turn, I would be teaching my oldest to skip count by twenty-five and my youngest would be learning to skip count by fives.  Plus, for all their efforts, the girls would receive a small lesson in earning and saving money.

 

 

I implemented this task and teaching tool about six months ago and our recycling program is still going strong.

 

In fact, we recently finished one side and had to start a new chart on the back.  After all, I had to demonstrate another type of recycling.

 

A Week’s Worth of The View

A Week’s Worth of the View: Week 1

If you’ve noticed the nifty little new badge that states “I’m a The View Brand Ambassador”, you may have wondered what that wee widget means.  Basically, I was selected to participate in a program where I watch The View and share my thoughts about the show on my blog and in variety of social networks, such as Twitter and Mom Central.

 

Admittedly, it has been years since I watched The View.  Organizing my moms group and attending several play dates a week leaves little time for daytime television. My most recent knowledge of The View was from satirical sketches on Saturday Night Live.  But here was my opportunity “to take time to enjoy the View” and see what I’ve been missing all these years.

 

Unfortunately, I realized that I hadn’t missed much, but I did learn that the cast of SNL does a FANTASTIC job of impersonating the cast of The View and Kristen Wiig’s impersonation of Elisabeth Hasselbeck is spot on.

 

 

I tuned in Monday to hear all the Oscar buzz, but according The View’s panel, the award show was a bust.  Joy Behar called it “boring, stiff and constipated”, but she felt that Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin really complemented each other.  Although I missed the Oscars this year, it seemed that the two hosts worked well together based upon the highlights of the award show I watched on-line.

 

The panel also mentioned that Kathryn Bigelow (The Hurt Locker) won for Best Director and noted that she was the first female director to win.  I was surprised by this fact because I had sworn that Sophia Coppola won a few years ago for Lost in Translation, but later realized she won for Best Screenplay.  The ladies complained about the music that accompanied Ms. Bigelow’s exit off stage (I am Woman. Hear Me Roar). They felt the music selection was inappropriate and tacky, however, I disagree.  I found it funny and charming.  There are few female directors in the film industry and their work is rarely recognized with only four female directors ever being nominated. So good for you, Kathryn!  YOU ARE WOMAN!  It’s about time the Academy orchestrated a symphony for a woman’s roaring performance!

 

On Monday, they also touched upon the Oscar tribute to fallen stars, but how some stars were omitted from the tribute, such as Farrah Fawcett.  Since I hadn’t seen the Oscars, I didn’t understand the reference, but this Hot Topic would be discussed further later in the week.

 

On Wednesday, the ladies discussed the Oscars “In Memoriam” in more detail and shared their outrage with the stars that had been omitted.  I have to agree that the Academy committed a huge faux pas by not recognizing such stars as Bea Arthur, Richardo Montalban and Farrah Fawcett and their bodies of work.  I would much rather memorialize Kahn than the King of Pop.

 

The ladies briefly talked about the John Hughes tribute.  Elisabeth had been quite moved by the tribute and after watching the video on-line, I have to agree with her.  John Hughes films were our teenage anthem in the 80’s.

 

Also during the Hot Topics segment, Whoopi expressed her outrage with Shock Jock Howard Stern’s rude comments about Gabourey Sidibe, the star of PreciousStern’s comments suggested that Ms. Sidibe would not find any further work in
Hollywood due to her looks and size.  Whoopi was clearly more annoyed that Robin (Howard Stern’s sidekick) did not defend  Gabourey.  I also feel Howard Stern’s remarks were rude, but that’s Howard Stern’s schtick.  That’s what he does and he’s been doing it for years.  I don’t value his opinions any more than I value Rush Limbaugh’s opinions.

 

American Idol also came up during the Hot Topics piece on Wednesday’s show.  Joy commented on the judges being too “wacky” this season, particularly with Kara’s tearful reaction to St. Pete (Whoop! Whoop!) resident Michael Lynch’s performance of A Woman’s Work. I thought that Joy’s comments were wacky, because the original version by Kate Bush has moved me to tears on more than one occasion.  The lyrics in A Woman’s Work are so powerful, and like Kara said, when an artist connects with the words and the emotion of a song, that connection is felt by the audience.   So cry on, Kara and pass the Kleenex!

 

Joy also brought up “Boxershorts”, better known as Crystal Bowersox, and how she had “star quality”.  I definitely agree.  I believe Crystal out performed Tracey Chapman this week with her own rendition of Give Me One Reason.

 

Jesse Ventura appeared as a guest on Wednesday’s show to promote his new book, American Conspiracies. I had previously seen Jesse Ventura on the Today Show so I was familiar with his new book and his theories.  Truthfully, I don’t know if I necessarily believe all his theories, but I prefer to keep an open mind and entertain the idea of a great government conspiracy.  However, if I had only seen this interview, I would have been highly annoyed with the panel.  Those ladies wouldn’t shut up and let the man speak!  And if I only saw this one interview, I would have thought Jesse Ventura was a madman!   After a few short minutes, he appeared frazzled with wild flyaway hair and he soon resembled Riff Raff from The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

 

On Thursday’s show, tabloids were a Hot Topic more than once, because publications such as the National Enquirer are now eligible for a Pulitzer Prize.    From a journalist whose career spans over four decades, I sensed a sarcastic tone in Barbara’s voice.  She felt “checkbook journalism” would discredit real journalists.  Barry Levine, CEO of the National Enquirer, disagreed, of course.  He stated that his reporters check sources and facts before running stories and although their pieces may seem like fabrications, his publication has done an excellent job of reporting real news first, such as the Jonathan Edwards affair and the Tiger Woods sex scandal.

 

Real news or checkbook journalism, I honestly don’t see much worth in any tabloid.  Sure, I like to glance over the headlines while at the grocery line check-out, but I really don’t give those publications much more notice or credence than that.  Pulitzer Prize or not. Incidentally, I use a similar method when reading USA Today through the glass panel in corner newstand.

 

But then, I don’t see The View as real journalism either.  Maybe I should use this same method when watching The View?  I’ll just pay attention to the Hot Topic headlines and nothing more. There’s not much substance beyond that.

 

And now for the legal mumbo jumbo…

“I am a participant in a Mom Central campaign for ABC Daytime and will receive a tote bag or other The View branded items to facilitate my review.”

Musical Monday: Peace Love Happiness

This Musical Monday comes from the Blue Ridge Mountains.  As I sit by the computer, my thoughts drift into a peaceful panoramic view of snow covered mountains.

 

Spending the first week of the New Year with good friends in a cabin tucked into in the mountainside is wonderful way to begin a new year, a new decade.  Near a blazing fire, we share many laughs and good cheer as we toast love and friendship.  Despite the subfreezing temperatures outside, our cabin is truly warm.

 

Holding a hot cuppa this morning, I stare into the mountains and I reflect on my life.  I am blessed to know real peace, love and happiness.

 

May you also know peace, love and happiness this year.

 

Give Thanks

For years, I have coveted over a platter that hangs in my friend’s kitchen.  Her young child’s precious handprint forms a turkey in the center with the words “Give Thanks” cascading over the top of the dish.

 

I have always loved that memento and vowed someday I would take my children to a “paint your own pottery” place to create the same platter with them.

 

Truth be told, I don’t have patience for paint your own pottery places.  Those places drain the life out of me.  There’s way too many color choices and way too many breakables lying about for my four year old to literally act like a bull in a china shop.  Therefore, my inability to make stupid decisions paired with my “You break it; you buy it” fear has kept me away.  I simply avoid the scene entirely and we find other ways to let our creative juices flow without shattering dishes along with our self-esteem.

 

Then, last week Allana, Emmalynn and I attended a birthday party at You Do the Dishes in New Tampa.  My girls were thrilled to paint a small figurine and begged me to paint more.  Finally, I felt the inspiration to paint a handprint turkey platter.  The timing was perfect.  The staff was so helpful and hands-on that my anxiety over perfectionism and colors was greatly reduced.

 

Ready to gobble up more fun, the girls were so excited to paint a dish for Mommy.  I couldn’t believe what angels sat before me.  Allana picked the colors without hesitation and Emmalynn avoided knocking over shelves of pottery.  Plus, the supportive staff helped make our handprint project a success.

 

A few days later, our turkey handprint platter was ready.  I couldn’t wait to see how it came out!  I finally possessed my own precious timeless piece to hang in my kitchen!

 

And then, my heart sank.  A large crack appeared down the center of the platter.  My precious turkey dish was now trash.

 

I began to feel sorry myself and whined about not having a turkey platter for Thanksgiving.  I had waited years for this dish and now it seemed I was the real turkey.

 

The owner explained that occasionally the heat in the kiln will causes pieces to crack and she reassured me I could make another at no additional cost.

 

Even though I could easily make another, could I replicate the whole experience?  Would my children be as willing and well-behaved as before?

 

Then, I realized how ridiculously shallow I sounded.  It’s just a dish.

 

I should be thankful that my children have hands to make turkey handprints.

I should be thankful that I can even afford to make this dish when other families lack food for their dishes.

I should be thankful that I have a car to drive to pottery place and a home for us and all our belongings.

I should be thankful that I have two healthy children and be grateful for every moment we spend together even when they drive my crazy.

I should be thankful for my health and my husband’s health.

 

From this experience, I was grateful for my cracked dish and the lesson in humility it gave me.  Like the dish, my life is not perfect but it’s full of many blessings.  So, for my husband, my two beautiful girls, the occasional cracked dish, the handprints and marker murals on walls and the many other messy blessings in my life…

 

I give thanks.


One Nation Under God, Indivisible

Eight years ago, we were a nation divided.  Bush served in the Oval Office and eight months after being sworn in, some Americans still resented his appointment to the presidency by the Supreme Court as they believed democracy had not been allowed to run its full course.

 

On September 11, 2001, President Bush read to second graders at Emma E. Booker Elementary, which appeared as an opportunity to push his own education agenda.  Some educators resented his visit to this Sarasota school, but most Florida schools tuned in to the televised event and watched with respect.

 

Story time ended abruptly when White House Chief of Staff Andrew Card informed President Bush that a second plane had flown into the WTC.

 

Over the next few days, a nation divided became one again through a tragedy.  We put aside our hate and bi-partisan politics as we watched the dust and rubble clear away and prayed for the families affected by the horrific events.

 

Eight years later, we’ve become a nation divided split by party lines once again, a divided nation full of hate on both sides of the aisle.  Eight years later, we are a nation crumbling from within. 

 

Today, as we remember the most terrifying events on American soil, let us also remember how we put aside our hate of a president and our fellow Americans and together found patriotism and unity through it all.

 

“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” – Abraham Lincoln

 

 

 

Musical Monday: I Hate This Part

Since I keep hearing this Pussycat Dolls song on the radio and it’s been stuck in my head for days, I thought I would take this opportunity to get this song stuck in your head share it for my first Musical Monday.  Besides, this song perfectly describes my sentiments about my runs lately.

 

I can’t take it any longer 
Thought that we were stronger 
All we do is linger 
Slipping through my fingers 

 

With the heat and humidity choking me, there are moments in my runs where I find myself thinking how much I hate certain parts.  As the summer sun beats down on me and I struggle with each step, I hate this part right here.  Barely able to finish 3 miles without dying, I hate this part right here.  Encountering smoke in the middle of my run, I hate this part right here.  Having an asthma attack and then getting a cramp, I hate this part right here.

 

 

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Push-Up Challenge, Day 3

I began day 3 three with a set of 12 manly pushups.  After resting 60 seconds, I then attempted 17 manly push-ups, which was no easy task.  I must admit, I fell to the floor around the twelfth one, but once I regained my composure and my strength, I finished the set.  Next, I did 13 girlie push-ups and finished with another set of 13 manly push-ups.  The last set was certainly a struggle to squeeze 13 more manly push-ups out of me, but I did it.  Hopefully, I can do it again on Wednesday.