Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Too Much STUFF

I've been doing some cleaning out lately. I don't know how it happens, but my family just accumulates so much stuff it drives me crazy. Since I believe it's easier to keep a neater house (and thus live a simpler life, right?) if you have fewer things, I'm determined to weed out items we're not using.

I probably didn't throw anything away the entire time I was pregnant (what with all of the puking, it was hard to focus on anything else...), and then the first year of the baby's life is such a blur that I didn't do too much cleaning out then either. So it's safe to say it's probably been a while since I've emptied a closet.

Some items I'm getting rid of...

1.  Samples. Back in the age B.C. (before children) my husband and I used to travel a lot. That was my justification for sample-size anything. Makeup. Detergent. Shampoo. Lotions. Now I'm giving any sample I have one week to be used or it's tossed in the trash.

2. Towels. We're a family of four people (five if you count Fred) and it's ridiculous how many towels we own. I blame part of this on my mother who used to work at WalMart and would pick up towels for me whenever they went on clearance (hence, the bubble gum pink towels...). And then there's the ones way in the back that I got for my wedding ten years ago - the ones with the fancy ribbons on them or the satin flowers. Just not my style. Now I have two piles: one for the animal shelter, and one for the human one.

3. Bras, panties, socks. When you're in your child-bearing stages, your body is just inflating and deflating like a balloon, so you end up with bras ranging from a 34B to a 42D. Now that I've stabilized a bit, it's time to only keep what fits. And then there are the sad-looking panties and the socks without partners. I'm often shocked by what's in that drawer...

4. Work samples. I had file cabinets and boxes full of brochures, newsletters, and other marketing materials that I either wrote or designed, thinking that I would need them when/if I ever went back to the corporate world. Since I'm fairly certain that is never going to happen (at least I pray it doesn't), I don't need to keep it all.

5. Paper. I know it sounds strange, but back when I was a designer I used to have a paper addiction. If I was working on a project I could call the local paper mill or printer and get envelopes full of really cool stuff. I was convinced I would use it for some artsy project one day (and I used to, back B.C.), now it's just filling up the closet in my office. So I took it all out and the 4-year-old is using for her own artsy projects.

6. College textbooks. Twenty-year old marketing books are outdated, and my brain is too mushy to ever contemplate Kant again. And am I ever really going to read Chaucer in Old English? I thinkith not.

And that's just the tip of the proverbial ice berg of junk. Now I've got piles all over my dining table to donate to various places, and several huge garbage bags on my curb. Ahh...my life feels simpler already!
Posted by Laura at 07:49:44 | Permanent Link | Comments (0) |

Monday, July 28, 2008

Even God Has to Be Safe

My daughter and I were looking at clouds the other day, and, as we often do, deciding what they looked like. On this particular afternoon there was a huge one floating overhead.

Me: What do you think that one looks like?

Daughter: Hmm...a car seat.

Me: Really? It's kind of big...

Daughter: It's a car seat for God!

I guess even God has to watch out for those nuts on the beltway...
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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Tubby's Back!

Apparantly Tubby (my daughter's I.F.) was just on "bacation at da beach" where he "built sand castles and had races." My daughter informs me that he was here at our house when we were at the beach (doing a little house sitting), and then he went away for a while for a bit of R&R. Now he's back at his house, where ever that is...
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Wednesday, July 23, 2008

All Hail the Garbanzo Bean!

When I was a kid, we used to tease my mother for putting garbanzo beans (also known as chickpeas) in everything. She knew they were good for us, but she probably didn't realize just how healthy they really are.

According to Wikipedia:
Chickpeas are a helpful source of zinc, folate and protein. They are also very high in dietary fiber and hence a healthy source of carbohydrates for persons with insulin sensitivity or diabetes. Chickpeas are low in fat and most of this is polyunsaturated. One hundred grams of mature boiled chickpeas contains 164 calories, 2.6 grams of fat (of which only 0.27 grams is saturated), 7.6 grams of dietary fiber and 8.9 grams of protein. Chickpeas also provide dietary calcium (49-53 mg/100 g), with some sources citing the garbanzo's calcium content as about the same as yogurt and close to milk.

I think garbanzos fall into the same catagory as spinach - one of those incredible superfoods that should be a regular part of everyone's diet. And since they come in a can (I've never seen them fresh or frozen), you can't beat them for convenience.

So how do you eat them?

You can sprinkle them on green salads, mix them into chicken salads, cook them in soups and stews, throw them into rice or pasta side dishes, mash them to make hummus, fry them to make falafel, even ferment them to create a drink like sake.

Here's an easy recipe for Jalapeno Hummus (from allrecipes.com) - great for sizzling summer parties!


1 cup garbanzo beans

1/3 cup canned jalapeno pepper slices, juice reserved

3 tablespoons tahini

3 cloves garlic, minced

2 tablespoons lemon juice

1/2 teaspoon ground cumin

1/2 teaspoon curry powder

crushed red pepper to taste

Directions: In a blender or food processor, mix the garbanzo beans, jalapeno peppers and reserved juice, tahini, garlic, and lemon juice. Season with cumin, curry powder, and crushed red pepper. Blend until smooth.
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Sunday, July 20, 2008

Tubby Bids Adieu

For the last year or two my four year old has had several imaginary friends (I.F.s for those in the know...). Tubby is the main guy, while TeeTee, PoPo, and Grinda only make appearances at select gatherings. I've had to hold the door open for Tubby, set a place for him at dinner, even help set up for a party in his honor. Usually, though, Tubby is cared for by my daughter.

She's drawn pictures of him on the blackboard in our kitchen and he's bigger than I thought. He's slightly taller than my daughter, and sadly, has no body to speak of. He's just a head on two legs, with two arms sticking out where his ears should be. He does have a nice smile though.

I'm sure kids develop IFs for a variety of reasons, though I'm thinking they may be hereditary. According to both our mothers, my husband and I each had our IFs when we were little too. (though I have zero recollection of this)

Sometimes Tubby is around to just "keep company" as my daughter likes to say. Other times, I see her use him to work out social stresses (such as they are for a 3 or 4 year old). There was the time I was in the kitchen and heard her yell at Tubby to get back in line and wait his turn for the bathroom, sounding very frustrated. I remember thinking, you know you're having a bad day when your I.F. is pissing you off! (I'm hoping that she wasn't mimicking her nursery school teacher...)

Whatever the reason, he's been around our house for so long now that I can tell when she's with him. She gets very "busy" and you'll hear her talking under her breath. I'm glad she has him. He's been good to her.

I think things changed yesterday morning, however.

Upon my daughter's request, my husband helped set up a birthday party for Tubby in our basement. The whole gang was there, and all the food was ready. But, alas, Tubby never showed up. My daughter told us that he "growed up and moved away" and that's why he didn't come.

Hmmm. Well, I'm curious to see if he's gone for good or just on vacation. You just never know with these I.F.s. Where ever he is, I hope he's having a good time...

Posted by Laura at 22:36:12 | Permanent Link | Comments (1) |

I Made FOOD!

I just plucked my first zucchini of the season and it's so exciting! My tomatoes aren't quite ripe, but growing, and I have enough basil to make gallons of pesto. My husband and I joke that in today's economy we have to start living off our land - even if it's just a quarter acre in a suburban neighborhood!

We also plucked a few apples off of our apple tree, and though still small, they're really quite sweet.  Good enough for apple pie or apple sauce.

I think the next step for us is a farm stand at the end of our driveway...
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Saturday, July 19, 2008

You May Be Italian If...

My Uncle recently emailed this to me, and since I was spanked with a wooden spoon (#17), just came from a family birthday party for a 4 year old that had 90 people in the backyard (#5, where of course we ate hot sausage and peppers, baked ziti, and cavatellis and broccoli despite the 95 degree heat), and I am a towering female in my family at 5'4" (#10), I thought I'd share...

You May Be Italian If...

1. You have at least one relative who wore a black dress every day for an entire year after a funeral.

2 You spent your entire childhood thinking that what you ate for lunch was pronounced 'sangwich.'

3. Your family dog understood Italian.

4. Every Sunday afternoon of your childhood was spent visiting your grandparents and extended family.

5. You've experienced the phenomena of 150 people fitting into 50 square feet of yard during a family cookout.

6. You were surprised to discover the FDA recommends you eat three meals a day, not seven.

7. You ate pasta for dinner at least three times a week and every Sunday.

8. You grew up thinking no fruit or vegetable had a fixed price and that the price of everything was negotiable through haggling.

9. You watched Lawerence Welk and Ed Sullivan every Sunday night.

10. You were as tall as your grandmother by the age of seven.

11. You thought everyone's last name ended in a vowel.

12. You thought nylons were supposed to be rolled down to the ankles.

13. You were surprised to find out that wine was actually sold in stores.

14. You never ate meat on Christmas Eve or any Friday for that matter.

15. You ate your salad after the main course.

16. You thought Catholic was the only religion in the world.

17. You were beaten at least once with a wooden spoon.

18. You thought every meal had to be eaten with a hunk of bread in your left hand.

19. You learned to play bocce before you went to school.

20. You can understand Italian but you can't speak it.

21. You have at least one relative who came over on the boat.

22. You grew up calling the bathroom the baccausa. And you had only one.

23. You were surprised to learn most kitchen utensils had another name which didn't end in a vowel.

24. All your uncles fought in a World War.

25. You have at least six relatives named Tony, Jack or Dominic. (or in my case, Joseph or Pete)

26. You have relatives who aren't really your relatives.

27. You have relatives you don't speak to.

28. You drank wine before you were a teenager.

29, You relate on some level, admit it, to the Godfather and the Sopranos.

30. You grew up in a house with a yard that didn't have one patch of dirt that didn't have a flower or vegetable growing out of it.

31. Your grandmother's furniture was as comfortable as sitting on plastic. Wait. You were sitting on plastic.

32. You thought that talking loud was normal.

33. You thought that cookie cakes and the Tatantella were common at all weddings.

34. You thought everyone got pinched on the cheeks and money stuffed in their pockets by relatives.

35. Your mother is overly protective of males in the family, no matter what their age.

36. Every lunch meat you ate ended in a vowel.

37. There was a crucifix in every room of the house, including the cellar.

38. There was a saint in a bathtub in the yard.

39. Boys didn't do house work because it was women's work.

40. You couldn't date a boy without getting approval from your father.

41. You know what lemon ice is.

42. You called macaroni "pasta."

43. You have one irrational fear or phobia which can be attributed to your mother.

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Ick is Back

Really, there's no reason for it. And it drives me crazy. The ick is back.

Last week I felt great. For the last two days, however, I've been feeling down, and I can't stand the sound of the whining in my head. I answered the phone once yesterday and I hated what was coming out of my mouth, so I vowed not to open it up again until the ick is gone.

I feel like things are relatively under control, though I may be a little tired. I'm not overwhelmed, I'm eating well, I'm exercising, I'm praying, I'm getting to bed on time, yada, yada, yada, and yet once or twice a month I find myself digging in the back of the medicine cabinet for that bottle of Prozac left over from after the baby was born. (which is pointless, really, since it takes a few days to work...)

I'm not anxious, I just woke up yesterday feeling defeated, and I hadn't even gotten out of bed. I'm crying at the drop of a hat, and I just so hate when I do that. Yesterday I stumbled upon a few old letters that my dad had written to my Aunt Judy in the back of some filing cabinets I was cleaning out. I knew I wasn't in the frame of mind to read them, yet I opened them anyway. (not too bright) I got two paragraphs into them and I was a puddle, so I put them away.

Today, the 4-year-old decided she didn't want to go to camp (which she LOVED on Monday). She was clinging onto both of my legs, tears coming down her cheeks... the works. I finally got permission to just leave, and I was a wreck. I knew she'd be fine as soon as I left (she was), but I was the one sniffling all the way home, feeling stupid for losing it.

And this is how the ick goes.

I physcially feel the need to just shake it out of my head. I have perspective, but it just feels totally like it is something in my body that just needs to run its course. So I find ways to vent (like this blog), without burdening my friends with what I am well aware is not a real problem, and I just keep plugging along until it passes. It always does. Ick.
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Friday, July 11, 2008

My Reading List

I thought I'd share what kind of written words I'm ingesting these days, as it's been some pretty good stuff.

Just finished:

Three Cups of Tea (One Man's Mission to Promote Peace...One School At a Time) by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin

I'm sure you've heard about this one. Greg Mortenson is a mountain climber who, upon a failed attempt at K2, got lost on a glacier and saved by people in a remote village in Pakistan. Once he saw their living conditions, and that their school consisted of children sitting in the dirt, he vowed to come back and build them a school. He not only succeeded in raising funds for that school, but he ended up building 64 more, and bridges, water systems, and women's vocation centers all throughout some of the most remote regions of Pakistan and Afganistan. Truly inspiring and makes you believe that a) we Americans live in way too much luxury and b) one person can really make a huge difference if properly motivated. The other take-away I got from this is to not overlook your God-given talents and to ask yourself how they may serve those in need - and pray for guidance!

In the middle of:

The Life You've Always Wanted: Spiritual Disciplines for Ordinary People by John Ortberg

I was a huge fan of Ortberg's other book "If You Want to Walk On Water, You Have to Get Out of the Boat". He's a good, down-to-earth, tell-it-like-it-is kind of writer. The best point in this book thus far has been is that it's God's command to slow down and experience joy. Our culture has us running around and constantly preparing for the next thing until we're frazzled and irritated. We need to just stop functioning this way, and take a page from our children's lifestyle - every moment is worth enjoying. Kids have fun with even the most mundane parts of the day - sitting on the toilet, taking a bath, riding in the car, waiting in line  - for some reason, these are all times to sing and play. I think adults would gain a lot from not viewing these events as tasks, and just part of the day that God gave us - remember "This is the day the Lord hath made, let us rejoice and be glad!".

The Dummies Guide to Yoga

Okay, sounds silly, but I just wanted a quick overview. I tried yoga ten years ago and found the pace too slow. Well, now that life is moving a little faster, and I have some friends who love it, it seems a little more appealing. I think I'll either take a DVD out of the library or try a class to give it a try.


Next in line:

Peony in Love by Lisa See

I loved "Snowflower and the Secret Fan", so I thought I'd give this one a try since my mother-in-law brought it over.

The Dummies Guide to Islam

After reading "Three Cups of Tea", I feel the need to do a little research on this subject. Islam has gotten a bad rap with those extremist groups, and I think Americans are vastly uneducated on other cultures. We draw our conclusions based on what the media tells us, and it is often very far from the truth. (I have a huge distrust of the media) Anyway, I think it will be interesting.

And this should keep me busy until the end of the month!

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Thursday, July 10, 2008

Life Humor

Well, we're back from vacation, and it's back to life as we know it...

Why I Love My Doc

I spent an hour yesterday getting a long overdue physical with my internist. Blood pressure was good and we'll do bloodwork for cholesterol, but otherwise perfectly healthy.

Then I had to step on the scale, and I'm more than aware that I need to lose 20 pounds. As my doctor was looking up my weight on the BMI chart, he asked "...and how tall are you?"

"5 foot 4," I answered.

"Well," he began, "the problem isn't that you weigh too much, the problem is that you're too short."


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Rx for Stress

One day the four year old came running into the nursery because she heard the baby laughing as I was changing her.

"Why she laughing, Mommy?" she asked.
"Because I'm giving her zerberts on her belly," I answered as I blew another loud one.

Now she's fascinated with giving zerberts - to anyone who will let her - me, grandma, the baby (fortunately this doesn't work on the dog with the fur and all...).

Hubby came home from work a little cranky the other night and laid down on the couch. Then my daughter ran up to him, pulled up his shirt and started blowing. Hubby laughed, "what the heck are you doing, you crazy squirrel?"

"ZERBERTS! Now hold still!"

And with that, I watched all the tension of the day drain away as she blew repeatedly and loudly on his stomach, both laughing themselves silly.
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