tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9386115251410117292024-02-19T07:45:40.861-08:00Making Light of my LifeMy light-hearted perspective.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-8559209886120553822013-08-15T05:17:00.001-07:002013-08-15T05:21:42.740-07:00Facebook Scroll TrollIn my house everyone knows what my 'vice' is, the thing I can scarcely function without, it gives me anxiety when I can't find it and I am constantly checking my pockets to make sure I have tabs on it. My addiction is my phone!<br />
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Years ago, Seth was on this mission to get me off Facebook. He would say things like "If you stay off Facebook for a week, I will stay off my DS for a week!" or "Lets have a competition and see if you can stay off Facebook for 5 days while I don't eat junk food for 5 days." And this is before I had the ease of checking other people's status updates from anywhere and everywhere, when I just had a regular old cell phone and I had to open up my laptop and enter the web address to get to Facebook. <br />
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To this day it still irritates Seth. We will be watching a really good movie together (Sidenote: Jack the Giant Slayer was such a cool movie for a pre-teen boy, and his mother) and I will be really intrigued and suddenly out pops my phone and I quickly check if I have a text, an email, or a Facebook notification. It's getting worse because now I can also take a quick glance at Intsagram and see if any of my friends have posted something recently and if I'm really desperate a quick look on Pinterest happens as well.<br />
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It's a full blown addiction. I'm not afraid to admit it. It takes me between 10 seconds and 2 minutes to catch up depending on how many people have posted something recently or how long its been since I checked. <br />
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Facebook is my connection to the outside world. As a 'daycare mom' my connection with adults is limited. So Facebook is where I hear about the news, it's where I read blog posts, it's where I watch viral videos and it's where I read those little feel good articles from Upworthy.<br />
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AND, don't think that this post means I will be stopping. Oh no, I won't be stopping. I will continue to scroll and scroll and see what you've posted, what you've been up to, and pictures of your most recent holiday and of your kids. Facebook kinda allows the creepy stalker in all of us to be let out, and almost makes it acceptable... <i>almost. </i><br />
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The one thing I do hate about it is this; I have friends who I rarely talk to except when we suddenly decide to get together and catch up. Catching up has changed. <br />
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Now catching up goes something like this:<br />
"I took a camping trip out to the East Coast this summer!"<br />
"I know, I saw it on Facebook. I went the the Blue Jays game last week!"<br />
"I know, I saw it on Facebook. Lucy is finally potty trained! No more diapers!"<br />
"I know, I saw it on Facebook."<br />
and then - <i>Silence.</i><br />
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What the heck are we supposed to talk about?<br />
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As usual with my posts, I have gotten off track here. It has been quite a while since my last post (like 500 years) so why not restart in true Kathryn Fashion?<br />
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So why am I constantly checking my phone? Why do I feel the need to be connected with people, some of whom I barely know? What is it I am searching for?<br />
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I think I know. I'm searching for human contact, like an alien from Mars. I'm searching for something that will make me laugh, or something that will make me cry. I want something that will make me feel connected to someone, somewhere, something that will make me feel <i>something.</i><br />
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Thing is, I'm really looking in the wrong place. As I said, I won't be stopping. I know I won't, but perhaps if I can find something that makes me feel something outside of Facebook, I won't feel the need to peruse so frequently. <br />
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I have a 'Good Book', and that's where I am going to start.<br />
<br />LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-2889970215498650932013-03-18T05:55:00.001-07:002013-03-18T05:55:44.559-07:00Chaos!Last week I learned...<br />
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That March Break is likely the busiest time of the year for any day care mom!! I barely had time to breathe during the days, let alone eat, or sit down! 6 kids all day, every day. Mind you I think if they were all my own kids, things would have been different, not sure if it would have been better or worse though.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-63898124699941439392013-03-08T05:35:00.002-08:002013-03-08T05:35:18.772-08:00Hair!Today I learned...<br />
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The 'Barbie' Merida's hair takes as long to dry as the real Merida's Hair! 2 days and counting!LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-2124169983897791832013-03-07T06:46:00.001-08:002013-03-07T06:46:23.981-08:00Today I learned...<br />
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to expect the unexpected, and not be disappointed when it does or doesn't go the way you expected.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-44813552065969846902013-03-06T09:07:00.001-08:002013-03-06T09:07:31.985-08:00Say WHAT!?Today I learned...<br />
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That you should never say something unless you are 100% certain that if it was repeated you wouldn't sound like a pompous jerk. As a general rule, your children will repeat it at some point, someone will hear it and you will have to explain - leaving you looking like even more of a jerk.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-66111604850627388372013-03-05T07:59:00.002-08:002013-03-05T07:59:47.257-08:00I love being a TurtleToday I learned...<br />
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They are so smart.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-18425195284224886752013-03-04T10:02:00.001-08:002013-03-04T10:02:30.062-08:00Ikea - the inspiration!<br />
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On Friday night we took a trip to Ikea.<br />
After walking around and around and around, my son found his bed in a room. There was a nice little sitting room underneath it, which inspired him to clean his room.<br />
We bought fabric for new curtains (he was living with Batman ones) and I made some of his old t-shirts into pillows.<br />
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He moved his beanbag chair up from the basement, rearranged the TV and VOILA!<br />
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Here is Seth, thoroughly enjoying his room! He says he can't until he is sick and is forced to spend the whole day in there!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">and I learned this on Saturday, but then I learned it again on Sunday - today she is having a nap.</span></b></span>LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-49396084189028252002013-03-01T06:38:00.001-08:002013-03-01T06:38:18.105-08:00Filter!??!Today I learned...<br />
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4 year-olds have literally no filter between their brain and their mouth. And although their thoughts are mostly innocent, they can sound really inappropriate to an adult...<br />
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I wonder if my filter has changed much since I was 4.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-79924688963322190672013-02-28T11:54:00.003-08:002013-02-28T12:03:22.969-08:00The things I want to give my childrenThings are changing... and that makes me sound old. I recall many adults saying those same words when I was a child.<br />
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WE (and I say we because I <i>think</i> the majority of people who read this are around my age, if your not - I am referring to people approx. 20-30 years old) are being considered the 'jobless generation'<br />
To read more on that - <a href="http://www.cbc.ca/doczone/episode/generation-jobless.html" target="_blank">click here</a><br />
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We went to a post secondary school, studied hard (or kinda hard) and graduated assuming that we would <i> actually</i> work in the field that we studied. <br />
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It wasn't that simple.<br />
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Either way, we all work hard now to make ends meet and with a pile of debt from years of school, it is pretty difficult. And then we have kids. And I would be a hypocrite to tell that that having children is a bad idea. In fact I think having children was my <i style="font-weight: bold;">BEST </i>idea - <i>ever! </i>But, they do make it a little more challenging to stick to a budget.<br />
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So now I have an *almost* 11 year-old boy. We live in a nice little town, with nice people, most of whom commute to Toronto for better paying jobs to make ends meet. Most of them are older than I am - but that's not really important.<br />
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Seth's friends have their own iPads, they live in <i><b>HUGE</b></i> houses with a pool in the backyard and they have their own TV's in their room, with a PVR, Netflix, Xbox, and a PS3 connected to it. They play hockey, karate, swimming lessons, indoor and outdoor soccer, and take some sort of music lesson.<br />
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Seth wants to know why we don't live in a big house, why we don't have a pool, why he only has a Nintendo hooked up to the tv in his room, and why my old iPod, that I gave him, doesn't have a camera. (Yes, I gave him my old iPod touch when I got an iPhone because I don't need both, and yes, somedays I regret my decision to give it to him - especially since he figured out how to iMessage people and I have this new obstacle in the hallway.)<br />
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What I am trying to say is that I do not feel like it is my responsibility to give my kids these things. I am responsible for the obvious, food and shelter, but on top of those things this is a list of things I feel like my kids should have....<br />
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- <b>Creativity</b>, I want my kids to express themselves, to have a fun way to showcase their thoughts, ideas and dreams. Whether it is art, dance, cooking, card making, scrapbooking, whittling, or puppets, kids (and adults) need to express themselves,<br />
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- <b>My time</b>, I don't want my kids growing up and saying they were raised by a nanny so that I could work hard to give them a plethora of things they did not need. (don't take this is wrong way, I have no problem with families who have a nanny, and I totally understand how it could be a necessary option for a lot of families, I mean, that when I am not working, I want to be fully present with my children and I don't want to be working 12 hours a day, 7 days a week)<br />
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- <b>Self confidence</b>, by showing my children that I have a desire to spend time with them it will help them to believe that other people might also want to spend time with them. By listening to their thoughts, ideas and crazy stories, they will believe that there are other people who also want to hear those things.<br />
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- <b>Imagination</b>, I want my kids to be able to turn the boring and mundane into something fun and exciting. A trip to the grocery store sometimes turns into a treasure hunt, or a walk to school when we've left late can turn into the race of the century.<br />
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- <b>A sense of Responsibility</b>, nothing in this world comes for free. They need to earn their allowance, and pay for some of the things that we can't (or don't want to) purchase for them. Childhood is a time of freedom, no bills to pay, so all their money can be saved. This past summer Seth bought his own plane ticket to visit his Aunt and Uncle in Edmonton. It took him a year to save, but ask him - it was worth every penny! (and every toy he resisted buying throughout the year)<br />
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- <b>Unconditional Love</b>, my kids may do some of the stupidest things, but they are my kids, I loved them since the moment I heard their heart beat, and nothing <i>Nothing, </i>will change that!<br />
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- <b>Sibling Love</b>, I guess it is not really me who gives this to them, but I can teach them to love each other, respect each others differences and preferences and in turn, also teaches them how to be a friend.<br />
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-<b>Big Dreams</b>, my kids are amazing, talented, wonderful little people (and I'm sure yours are too) and they can be ANYTHING they want to be. Astronaut, Prime Minister, Hollywood Director, Doctor, Ballerina, or Grocery Clerk, Burger Flipper, Maid, Mommy (which kind of involves the last 3), if thats what they want to be, and that's whats going to make them happy, then that's what they should be!<br />
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- <b>Cookies</b>, every kid needs good, homemade cookies. As a mommy, I kinda get to decide what goes into my kids stomachs (sometimes - they have, on occasion, eaten things they shouldn't have, like crayons) So if they want delicious cookies, I'm going to give them delicious cookies.... in moderation.<br />
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<br />LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-43542587639851310252013-02-28T06:21:00.003-08:002013-02-28T06:21:25.181-08:00weekend to relaxToday I learned...<br />
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A relaxing weekend of doing nothing leaves enough 'catch-up' work to keep you busy until the next relaxing weekend.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-30688447427544652892013-02-27T06:35:00.002-08:002013-02-27T06:35:58.929-08:00GeneticsToday I learned...<br />
All my kids are crazy - yes, all 3 of them.<br />
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Somehow that makes me think it might be genetic....LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-77632400607314867702013-02-26T10:56:00.001-08:002013-02-26T10:56:23.678-08:00Ranger cookiesI broke up with sugar. We cut the ties last week. It was hard but it had to be done.<br />
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These cookies are simply delicious because they are crunchy and soft and chew all at the same time. </div>
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With these cookies you can have it ALL! (but I can't even have one) So enjoy!</div>
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Does anyone have a cookie?LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-88252200596363501322013-02-05T10:35:00.002-08:002013-02-05T10:35:38.688-08:00We're all in this together!Remember that perception you had of motherhood.... the one you had before you had kids.<br />
Cuddling, napping together, making fun crafts, baking, playing at the park... they look so good in my mind.<br />
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<br />It's easy to forget about those 'Other' mommy moments... Because as I type, I have an *almost* 4 year-old begging me to make Jell-o for the 100th time this week, and then getting stuck between the couch and the wall (seriously, there is not enough room back there for a child, and I have no idea how she got back there!) <div>
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Back to my point - motherhood is not really like I thought it was going to be. I don't think many mothers could honestly say that it is. </div>
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There are times, when things are going perfect, when I sit down and say to myself "I had an awesome day with my awesome kids!" </div>
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There are also those days where I feel like I have just removed a child from behind the couch 20 times, I have cleaned up spilled milk 10 times, I have already fed them and where did that marker come from?, how come there is crayon all over the wall?, how did the photos fall off the wall on their own?, you want Jell-o again?? take your finger out of your nose, share your toys, if you need to pee, go to the toilet, get your hands out of the flour bin, yes, I can make Jell-o, paint? you want to paint? I just cleaned crayon off the wall and marker off the carpet and now you want me to take paint out?.... </div>
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I know a lady, she is an amazing lady. I constantly wonder how she has so much patience and think of what a good mother she is - she seems like she has it all together, all the time. And she asked <i>ME</i>, what <i>I</i> was making for dinner, because she had no ideas. No big deal, I know, but even those 'perfect' mothers need help sometimes.</div>
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I heard story of an other wonderful mother, who had a child who could read the clock and knew when time was bedtime. 7:30, on the dot, and the child would not go to bed any sooner. So this mother would turn the clock forward on a bad day and get her kids to bed earlier so she could have some peace.</div>
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I heard that and thought "That is a fantastic idea!"</div>
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So when I visualize those moms who do everything, I visualize a clean house, dinner cooking and mommy playing with the kids, but I am pretty sure that is completely IMPOSSIBLE!! </div>
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So rest assured mom's out there in the interweb - you are not alone. As my daughter now beckons for more two-bite brownies, I must go. My dishes are half done, at least one room in my house is clean, and I need to make more jell-o.</div>
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LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-64250412024708500212013-01-15T05:00:00.001-08:002013-01-16T05:46:48.336-08:00Wordless Wednesday: It's been a while!I have been dying to get back into regular routine again. Wake up, work out, eat breakfast, have daycare kids, blog while kids are napping.... but somehow it hasn't been working out...<br />
This is me, kicking myself in the butt. GO, KATHRYN, GO!!<br />
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So a nice slow start, Wordless Wednesday! Just a couple pictures of my family over the holidays.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy opening presents with Daddy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Im kidding! This is NOT a real headlock!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Seth on a float for his grandparents church</td></tr>
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Seth recently won a video contest. He also got a lot of equipment for making more videos for christmas, so I thought I would share his most recent one! Thanks for Watching!LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-62946984941391762662012-11-08T04:01:00.001-08:002012-11-08T04:02:08.688-08:00Without a woman or a girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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James Brown was a wicked smart man! I know this song has been redone time and time again by every artist who gets up near the top of the charts... but James Brown deserves the credit. He had the right idea!<br />
"It's a man's world, but it wouldn't be nothing, without a woman or a girl."<br />
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I was abruptly woken this morning by someone telling me that they had an 'accident' in my bed, right beside me. I felt bad for Miriam, she was yelling apologies and when I looked at my bed there was only the littlest, tiniest spot of pee. But, Eric was up giving her a shower, and regardless of how big it was, the sheets still needed to be washed.<br />
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6:00am... I am never up this early! I know, there are people who wake at this time for work everyday, and there are people who wake up at this time by choice... not me. I am so lucky, my kids usually sleep until 7 or 7:30, and I think that is mostly because I wake them when I get up and get ready for the day.<br />
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Anyways - I got off topic there - I decided I wouldn't go back to sleep. How often do I get an hour of quiet in my house, by myself? *Hint: the answer is 'NEVER'.<br />
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So my mind is quickly sorting through the regular morning routine, and thinking of all of the things I have been meaning to do when I had a moment to myself.<br />
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I could fold laundry (which I really need to do, since today I used the last pair of underwear that was in my drawer) <br />
I could do dishes (ha - that's a joke)<br />
I could sit down and write the blog post I meant to write last week (yes, that's it!)<br />
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To my point - here we go-<br />
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I think that growing up I always felt moved to do something radical. To stand up for what is right, and to help others see the injustice around us.<br />
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I did projects on racism, or equality, or environmental issues and animal rights. <br />
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I'm not sure what sparked me then, but it is pretty easy to forget about those things.<br />
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It occurred to me that I have forgotten about most of those things because they do not stare me in the face. <br />
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I guess I thought that most pharmaceutical/cosmetic companies had stopped testing on animals.<br />
I guess I thought most big corporations were at least trying to lower their carbon footprint.<br />
I guess I thought that everyone sees each other as equals, regardless of their sex or race.<br />
I guess I was wrong.<br />
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<a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2134555/Lush-animal-testing-protest-Woman-subjected-experiments-horrified-shoppers.html" target="_blank">There was a woman</a> in the UK who, with Lush cosmetics and the humane society, is launching a huge campaign to put an end to cosmetic testing on animals. My first thought is - good for her!<br />
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As for woman's rights, its clear to me that I am treated equally in my own home, doesn't that mean it is the same for everyone else? *Hint: the answer is 'NO'<br />
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I work with *mostly* women from many many different backgrounds. I specifically work with 2 women, one who is East Indian and one who is West Indian (that is how they explained it to me. They are very similar to me, culturally and by looks, but they stress that things are very different for them) and they are both young ladies in arranged marriages.<br />
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Lately I have been thinking that these traditions are simply just traditions. I thought no one really did this anymore! When I asked the ladies if they were happy they both answered with a strong "No!"<br />
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They are happy with their kids, they are not happy with their husbands, and both of them tell me that before they had kids they made their husbands promise that they would not set their children up for an arranged marriage.<br />
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This seems foreign to me. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that if these 2 women are here in Canada, what happy the hundreds of thousands of woman left back in their home countries.<br />
Here we have laws which needed to be abided by, laws that state that a man cannot beat a woman, laws that give each of these ladies the same rights as their husbands, but 'back home' there are no such rules.<br />
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This was just my thoughts... it's a hard thing to imagine for me, here, in Canada, with the husband I chose, with children we were happy to have together and where my opinion is just as valid as his.<br />
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This battle has been raging for centuries. How can this constant battle end? *this time I have no answer.. I have no idea what to say...<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;"> You see, man made the cars to take us over the road</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;">Man made the trains to carry heavy loads</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;">Man made electric light to take us out of the dark</span></div>
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Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;">This is a man's, a man's, a man's world</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;">But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl</span></div>
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<br />LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-90596831273132023492012-11-01T05:40:00.001-07:002012-11-01T05:47:54.875-07:00Raising girls: I'm no expert!<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Liberation Serif', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">"The verb that's been </span><a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/eve_ensler_embrace_your_inner_girl.html" style="background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #e21638; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Liberation Serif', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">enforced on girls is <em style="border: 0px; font-family: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">to please</em></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Liberation Serif', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">. Girls are trained to please...I want us all to change the verb. I want the verb to be educate, or activate, or engage, or confront, or defy, or create." Eve Ensler</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Liberation Serif', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Miriam has been challenging me this week.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Liberation Serif', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">She has been testing me day in and day out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">My cousin sent me a link to a video (which is in the link above). I watched it and I laughed a little and cried a little, but mostly it made me think.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Being a girl/woman allows us to feel so many emotions. I know this - I am an emotional mama! Yet, I am constantly finding myself irritated by the amount of tears produced by my girls (but mostly by Miriam). I have a habit of getting her to calm down and then pointing out to her that she didn't need to cry about it, that she was being silly, crying about something like her sleeve being inside out. And sometimes I dismiss her entirely. I say things like "I will talk to you when you are done crying" or "I don't understand anything you say while you are crying" (which is kind of true)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I mean - she cries a lot, and it is true that her tears are not always warranted. She cries about her 'spot' on the couch. She cries about her hair being in knots. She cries when I brush her hair. She cries that she is tired. She cries that she doesn't want to go to bed. She cries that there isn't enough food in her bowl. She cries that there is too much food in her bowl. And that was just this morning!</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Miriam crying because she had to put a sweater on.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I don't want her to be a whiney, crying girl. I know it' going to irritate teachers and classmates (as well as me and Eric). But, I don't want to numb her to what makes being a woman special. So where do I draw the line between cranky, irrational tears and tears that actually mean something?</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy didn't like the <i>look</i> of the pumpkin's insides.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">What really made me realize that there <b><i>i</i></b><i><b>s</b></i> a distinctive difference was not only the video that I watched but on Saturday night, Eric and I put the girls to bed as usual. Lucy was more upset than she normally is and was crying in her crib. Miriam is used to this. Usually she covers her head with a pillow and goes to sleep regardless. Saturday was different though. On Saturday there was a chorus of crying. Feeling like something must really be wrong, Eric and I went back to the bedroom. I asked Miriam why she was crying, and she replied, "Lucy made me cry because she is sad!" That pretty much broke my heart.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Emotions are good. Without them we might as well be walking dead.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">I realize I haven't answered the question about where to draw the line. I have no clue. All I know is that, I am an example of how they will one day react to their own children. One day Miriam might have a crying girl like her, or maybe she will only have rough and tough boys or maybe she won't have any kids at all, but she always needs to feel something, whether it is sadness or joy or fear, feeling it reminds you that you are alive. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Times, Liberation Serif, serif;"><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;">Maybe I just need to be more patient with the with the tears, and find out what it is before I dismiss her feelings. I hope one day she will be a strong woman who feels many emotions.</span></span><br />
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I AM AN EMOTIONAL CREATURE</div>
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by Eve Ensler</div>
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I love being a girl.</div>
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I can feel what you're feeling</div>
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as you're feeling it inside</div>
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the feeling</div>
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before.</div>
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I am an emotional creature.</div>
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Things do not come to me</div>
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as intellectual theories or hard-shaped ideas.</div>
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They pulse through my organs and legs</div>
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and burn up my ears.</div>
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I know when your girlfriend's really pissed off</div>
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even though she appears to give you what</div>
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you want.</div>
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I know when a storm is coming.</div>
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I can feel the invisible stirrings in the air.</div>
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I can tell you he won't call back.</div>
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It's a vibe I share.</div>
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I am an emotional creature.</div>
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I love that I do not take things lightly.</div>
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Everything is intense to me.</div>
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The way I walk in the street.</div>
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The way my mother wakes me up.</div>
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The way I hear bad news.</div>
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The way it's unbearable when I lose.</div>
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I am an emotional creature.</div>
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I am connected to everything and everyone.</div>
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I was born like that.</div>
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Don't you dare say all negative that it's a</div>
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teenage thing</div>
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or it's only only because I'm a girl.</div>
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These feelings make me better.</div>
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They make me ready.</div>
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They make me present.</div>
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They make me strong.</div>
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I am an emotional creature.</div>
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There is a particular way of knowing.</div>
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It's like the older women somehow forgot.</div>
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I rejoice that it's still in my body.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know when the coconut's about to fall.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know that we've pushed the earth too far.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know my father isn't coming back.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
That no one's prepared for the fire.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know that lipstick means</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
more than show.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know that boys feel super-insecure</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
and so-called terrorists are made, not born.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I know that one kiss can take</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
away all my decision-making ability</div>
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and sometimes, you know, it should.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
This is not extreme.</div>
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It's a girl thing.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
What we would all be</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
if the big door inside us flew open.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
Don't tell me not to cry.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
To calm it down</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
Not to be so extreme</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
To be reasonable.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am an emotional creature.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
It's how the earth got made.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
How the wind continues to pollinate.</div>
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You don't tell the Atlantic ocean</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
to behave.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am an emotional creature.</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
Why would you want to shut me down</div>
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or turn me off?</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am your remaining memory.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am connecting you to your source.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
Nothing's been diluted.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
Nothing's leaked out.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I can take you back.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I love that I can feel the inside</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
of the feelings in you,</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
even if it stops my life</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
even if it hurts too much</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
or takes me off track</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
even if it breaks my heart.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
It makes me responsible.</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am an emotional</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
I am an emotional, devotional,</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
incandotional, creature.</div>
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</div>
<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
And I love, hear me,</div>
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love love love</div>
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<div style="background-color: white; color: #003300; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;">
being a girl.</div>
LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-57569595454519480672012-10-26T10:17:00.002-07:002012-10-26T10:50:47.657-07:00Inspiration"I would rather die of passion than of boredom." Vincent Van Gogh<br />
<br />
An old teacher of mine passed away after a battle with cancer last week.<br />
<br />
Mr. Delaney was an all inspiring man. He could have caused action from a rock - and not by being loud or giving you shocking facts, but by listening, by being attentive and intentional. He lived his life caring for others all over the planet (literally). And although I haven't spoke to him in ages and haven't thought much of him in recent years, his death shook me. Death always shakes me.<br />
<br />
As a parent I genuinely hope that my children will one day encounter a teacher/adult/peer who inspires them the same way that Mr. D inspired me and so so SO many other students who walked through the doors of Waubaushene, Fesserton or Victoria Harbour Elementary. He encouraged me to take action, to make a difference in any small way that I could. It was there, with him, that I started writing letters to various Ministers in Parliament and expressing concern for education for myself and my peers. Expressing concern about injustices that were happening all over the world, but focusing mostly in Sierra Leone, where Mr. D has spent a significant amount of time.<br />
<br />
As an adult I have lost that inspiration, passion and vigour. Those traits have been replaced with ignorance and complacency. I occasionally believe that one person CANNOT possibly make an impact on the world, but Mr. D proves that theory to be incorrect. The number of people who he touched, that could make it to his funeral, could barely be contained in the confines of the church walls, but that is still only a small portion of people affected by his life.<br />
<br />
I wish I did not feel this ignorance (which I suppose I could change) but at times it is hard to believe that my life as a stay-at-home mom/babysitter could make much of a difference, and that definitely needs to change.<br />
<br />
I am clearly in need of some inspiration since last night I was even having incredibly boring dreams.<br />
<br />
I am a dreamer - not like the John Lennon song. I mean in my dreams I live a crazy, unbelievable life (which would only be possible in dreams). My dreams involve flying, not in airplanes or helicopters, but me, flying through the air, and managing for undisclosed periods of time under water. Sometimes I dream that I am travelling to exotic and magical places and meeting new people and learning new skills.<br />
<br />
Last night, I dreamt about going to the grocery store and buying 5 lemons (yes, specifically 5) and going to bed. I DREAMT ABOUT GOING TO BED!! How incredibly lame is that!?!<br />
<br />
Last night I was sitting in Southlake hospital to get a little chest infection looked at, but while I was there it occurred to me that I was sitting in the same hospital where Mr. D took his final breaths last week. A place where hundred of thousands of people have taken their last breath.<br />
<br />
Perhaps some of them were also global citizens/inspirations like Mr. D, perhaps many of them were apathetic, barely acknowledging anything that goes on outside their own community. Perhaps more of us need to think on a global level. We need to take over the calling of people who have been called to something new (or taken from this green earth). <i>We</i> (as in me and you - just to be clear) need to make a difference and leave an impression on the world we will one day leave behind.<br />
<br />
I guess you could say I am breaking out of my rut... but I still need to figure out what it is I am going to do about it.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-3360569361642308352012-10-25T06:04:00.001-07:002012-10-25T06:04:31.746-07:00Stuck in a RUT!So, I'm stuck.<br />
<br />
I am stuck in the rut of running children to programs after dinner every evening and coming home and flopping on the couch, (or some nights right into bed) currently coughing and hacking every step in between.<br />
<br />
Seth says I sound like a motorcycle. He thinks it's cool.<br />
Seth says my constant coughing is getting really annoying. Right, it's annoying for him - it's not bothering <i>ME </i>at all!<br />
<br />
I am stuck in the rut of leaving my daughters in their PJ's until noon.<br />
<br />
I am stuck in the rut of cooking, cleaning and caring for children (which isn't too bad because at least my house had been staying relatively tidy).<br />
<br />
Halloween is disturbing my rut. Now I have to sew and cut when I get home from running kids to Awana, swimming, skating, or the chiropractor.<br />
<br />
I have to admit, I think I kind of like my rut - but it sure isn't giving me a lot to think about. Clearly my rut doesn't involve blogging - which I imagine is because my thought process is relatively the same throughout every day.<br />
<br />
"It's time for breakfast. It's time for a walk. Hey! Stop hitting! It's time to tidy up. It's time to colour. It's time to cut and paste. It's time to eat lunch. It's time to have a nap (not me - but kids). Hey!?! it's quiet! It's time to clean the kitchen. It's time to get the babies from their nap. Hey!?!? Where are your clothes? It's time to go to the park. It's time to play. It's time to cook dinner. HEY!?!? how did your face get so dirty?" and so on and so on...<br />
<br />
I swear to you - my next post will be about breaking myself out of this rut - but not tonight... tonight is Grey's Anatomy - so I need to be stuck for just one more day... hahaha.LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-69758018892939306092012-09-18T04:19:00.002-07:002012-10-25T10:52:34.359-07:00Cream of Carrot SoupToday I am going to share with you, a family soup recipe.<br />
My mother in-law gave me this recipe the first year we were married. Since carrots are one of the cheapest things to buy in the fall, this soup is budget friendly and delicious.<br />
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<b><u>Cream of Carrot Soup</u></b><br />
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<u>Ingredients:</u><br />
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1/3 cup butter<br />
1/2 cup chopped onion<br />
2 cups carrot<br />
3 cups of chicken soup base<br />
1/2 cup long grain rice<br />
1/2 tsp salt<br />
1tsp thyme/basil (depending on your taste)<br />
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Sautee onions in butter until golden. Add carrot until coated with butter. Add soup base, herbs and rice, cover and simmer until carrots are tender. Add salt. And puree (Usually I can do this in 3rds without it overflowing on me. Put back in the pot, and add milk. Feel free to garnish with whatever fresh herbs you have around.<br />
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This soup is pretty filling. The rice makes it more than just 'soup' (since my husband needs more than just soup for dinner) and I serve it with some garlic bread or fresh buns... YUM! <br />
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Enjoy!<br />
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<br />LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-62433156743169471152012-09-17T04:15:00.000-07:002012-10-25T11:00:40.797-07:00Grace at my HouseA good friend of mine and I read a book together last year. We called each other once a week, and talked about what we read and what was going on in our lives. The book was called 'Grace based Parenting' by Dr. Tim Kimmel. I recommend this book to all parents, but especially Christian parents as it really speaks on the basis that <i>we</i>, as parents, need to be able to show the same grace as our <i>Father</i> shows us, to our children.<br />
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I made this as a reminder that God has given us his grace so <i>I </i>can make mistakes, and so can my kids.<br />
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I cry. A lot.<br />
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Two weeks ago I was feeling a little sick. I was laying on the couch and talking to Miriam. I was crying because I love her. Lucy was sick too, and I cried because she loves me!<br />
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Last week, I went to sign Seth up for swimming. I was concerned that his level would be full, and he wouldn't get to go, but there was <i>one</i> space left. I almost cried. *Almost - because there was a line-up of people behind me and I has to hold myself together.<br />
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After signing Seth up for swimming, and getting the final spot, Miriam asked to watch the kids who were swimming in their lessons, which you can do upstairs in the same building. When we got upstairs there was figure skating sign-ups. I asked Miriam if she would like to do it, and she answered with a resounding "YES!". So I signed her up.<br />
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As we were leaving the pool/ice rink facility I told Miriam we would go buy her skates very soon. She requested pink skates. Knowing that I wasn't going to any fancy stores to purchase her first pair of figure skates, I told her that the skates would be white. She then requested 'PINK LACES!?!'<br />
There I was, sitting in my car, crying again. <i>I</i> used to figure skate. <i>I </i>used to have white skates with pink laces. She really is <i>MY</i> daughter! (I know this, but she is so much like her father, it's SCARY!)<br />
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We bought her skates on Friday evening, but she fell asleep on the way home. First thing in the morning she asked to put her skates on!<br />
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So she wandered around the house for about an hour with her new skates, with pink laces!<br />
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And finally, as many of you know, Seth played Rugby this year. He finally found a sport that he likes!<br />
Yesterday was their final festival of the year, so he got a medal and a trophy, and also scored 4 tries!<br />
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Again, I held back the tears because of a crowd, but I was just so proud!<br />
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Now, I think I have always been fairly emotional. I had a little teddy koala bear when I was a pre-teen, and teenager. It fit nicely in the palm of my hand, and I remember using it to wipe my tears as I fell asleep at night sometimes.<br />
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And DON'T think that I am sad all the time. I am really not! But when I get all excited, and I'm ready to explode, I generally explode through my tear ducts. I cry all the time, and I am ok with it, although I can start to see the panic in Seth's eyes if he sees me crying, which makes me laugh, and cry at the same time, which is really unattractive, as I wimper and snort and turn red.<br />
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My point is, if you aren't an emotional person you might never understand why a friend of yours cries all the time (especially men wondering this about wives) but sometimes, us emotional, criers, just need a good cleansing cry to feel better! It's ok, don't fear, don't run and hide, but do I understand the shock and panic that could overpower you to run the other direction!!<br />
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Are you an emotional person too?LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-2810510070071924892012-08-29T13:09:00.001-07:002012-08-29T13:09:35.192-07:00Garage sale?This past weekend two of our neighbours had a great big garage sale. They must have collected items from other people as well, because they were HUGE! Both sales were to raise money for someone who is currently battling cancer. The sale lasted all weekend, Saturday and Sunday from 8am-4pm.<br />
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I had to work on Sunday afternoon but I thought I should send my husband down the road with a few bucks to support the cause and get the kids a little something.<br />
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While I am at work I am getting text messages from my husband. "I got tons of stuff!" "There is lots of good CD's here" We got "CD's, DVD's, some VHS, some lights and stuffed animals." This was what I expected... pretty typical of garage sale's and my husband, who likes to find a good deal.<br />
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Later that afternoon I start receiving text messages about my house being filled with junk. My husband tells me that he looked out the window and Seth and his best friend are dragging home all of the 'FREE' stuff that was left over from the garage sales. Later he looks out to see Seth pulled a wagon load of items and Sean wheeling down the sidewalk with a computer chair that is also full of garage sale items.<br />
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By the time I get home at 10 o'clock I am expecting disaster. There is Eric, sorting through a pile of CD's and listening to random ones to see if he likes any of them. There is a pile of CD's for me, mostly pop from the 90's. There is a box of DVD's and VHS's for me to decide what I want and don't want. I enter Seth's room where he has a T.V. sitting ontop of the desk chair that I mentioned previously and nice leather bar stool and a few new random stuffed animals. I guess we were lucky and his friend took home most of the really junky stuff, we just got saddled with the CD's and movies. (which isn't such a bad thing to be stuck with, if you are my husband)<br />
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Yet on Monday morning, when I went down to play with the kids in the basement I was in for 2 shocking surprises.<br />
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This here GIANT bear is sitting in my chair...<br />
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and as I started to do a little dusting I noticed this staring at me...<br />
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A wee bit creepy considering that the mother is missing her eyeballs.<br />
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At this point I still feel like we got off pretty well. There were quite a few good CD's and DVD's for the kids. Mind you on Monday evening I heard from an other parents that my son and his friend were back down the street, looking for more junk to bring home....<br />
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1, We don't have a pool... so why the pool noodles?<br />
2, we don't have an xbox... so why the xbox guitar?<br />
and 3, How the heck did you manage to bring home a BAR!?!?!<br />
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Looks like I am going to have to have a garage sale!<br />
<br />LightInEverydayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06372255361939124131noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-938611525141011729.post-74951071499282313842012-08-22T15:07:00.003-07:002012-10-25T10:54:08.069-07:00WW: Dishwasher: try, try againI know that the dishwasher doesn't clean sandwich containers very well. My husband knows that too, yet for some reason we continue to try....<br />
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