Category: My journey
Question for you…
When you were growing up, did your mom ever do or say anything that made you think, ‘I’m going to have to ask her about that one day when she can’t yell at me for asking about it?’ I have quite a few of these tucked away.
When we were growing up, we didn’t use plastic garbage bags in the kitchen trash. We used the brown paper bags that the groceries came in, tucked inside the kitchen trash can, then when they got full, pulled them out, then dumped into those larger black trash bags that went out by the curb for the garbage man to pick up. We could fit about 4 brown bags of trash into the larger plastic bags.
This week is going to be a crunch for me, time-wise, so I will be featuring articles from the past that I feel are relevant, as well as guest posts.
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As spring blossoms and the kids rush outside to play, the sandbox remains a standard go-to for fun time in most backyards. My children love their sandbox, they can play in it endlessly. They also love to truck sand around the yard away from the sand box in various play modes. We end up having to refill our sandbox a few times each season.
I was trading “it’s a small world” stories with a friend and I thought I would share my best one.
When I was in college at Texas Tech University in Lubbock, Texas, I would spend my summers working in interesting places, seeking adventures and new friends. The summer of 1990 and 1991 I waited tables in the main dining room at Old Faithful Inn in Yellowstone
Old Faithful Inn lobby, grand and awesome
National Park, a wonderful experience for me. The summer of 1993 I waited tables at the Many Glacier Hotel in Glacier national Park, in northern Montana. That was a very, very cold summer for me. As the joke goes out there, high up in altitude, “We have two seasons here, winter and July!” Ha ha ha. But not really. I froze my ass off all summer and the days when the sun did come out we would all just sit outside trying to soak up as much as we could. I did make friends with a diverse group, Melora from New Hampshire (“mah boyfriend just fahts & fahts& fahts in bed & I’m sick of it!” Tony ‘bag of donuts” from England, we are still friends to this day. Rachael from upstate New York who lives on the West coast and has been working for Google for forever. Ingrid from I don’t know where but we connected, I’d never met another Ingrid besides my sister.
The other day I caught a whiff of something in my downstairs bathroom that smelled suspiciously like sewer gas. except I have a septic system. I couldn’t call the septic pumper service fast enough. The last thing you want is a full septic system backing up into your home through your drains, imagine that!
So, the very nice Dave Starmer pumping service showed up lickety-split that morning and got to work. He pulled off the lid to my septic system and A-HA! It was pretty full. “You haven’t pumped since August 2007, so I am not surprised.” Has it been that long?
If you read this blog, you know how frustrated I get trying to get my kids to eat a better variety of healthy foods, especially vegetables. My kids really aren’t bad about junky food, they just have such a limited number of foods that they will allow to pass their lips, especially vegetables that are – gasp! – green. I thought you would enjoy a good giggle at this Xtranormal animated short I created to vent. If you haven’t seen the Mompetition videos on YouTube, then you are in for a treat, check those out as well.
Without further ado…
