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Salted Caramels 2

After I plowed through the first tub of Salted Caramels (in less than a week), I went back to Costco to get another tub. ( I love the word ‘tub’.)

I was thinking that it’s important to have quick, easy treats when people drop by.

Hopefully nobody will be “dropping by” because tub #2 is empty and recycled.

 

Salted Caramels

I have lost 10lbs. over the last few months.  I haven’t really been trying to, but I’ve been busy with my new job and possibly a little stressed and well, you know.

Anyhow, take notice now, because those 10lbs. are about to go back on.  Costco’s Salted Caramels are back on the shelf people!  I bought a tub on Monday and look how many are left. 

Tim hasn’t had any.  The kids have each had 1.  And the rest?  I’m not sure what happened…

What is wrong with me?

Force Quit

Sometimes my computer gets bogged down and I can’t just ‘X’ out of an application.  It locks up on me and won’t respond to any commands, including Quit.  When this happens, the only solution is for me to issue a Force Quit command.

I sprained my ankle on Wednesday and feel like someone has issued a Force Quit command on me; and I’m really not happy about it.

Our life has been quite busy and over-scheduled the last year (despite me saying ‘no’ to a number of things) and it’s apparent that it’s not slowing down anytime soon.  However, I’ve felt strongly that I need to set a better example to our kids of what it means to live a healthy life.  This does not look like running from activity to activity and having every spare minute occupied with something.  I want them to know that who we are is not dictated solely by what we do.  We all know that children are like sponges and what they absorb/experience in their childhood becomes a part of who they are.  It impacts their belief system.  I’m trying to be mindful of what I’m teaching my children now, so that they have less to undo as adults.

All that to say, I’m trying to live a healthier, purposeful life with less activity but haven’t had much luck accomplishing this.  Our calendar is still jam packed.

Until now.  I wasn’t responding to those instincts to slow down and I’ve been forced to quit.  I haven’t been able to walk (or drive!!!) in 3 days!  If you want your schedule to come to a screeching halt, sprain your ankle.  So, here I am, slowing down like I’ve wanted to for months and I’m hating it!  I feel trapped and unproductive and whiney.  Wah…I’m such a baby.

And poor Tim!  He’s been picking up the slack.  He is busier than all of us combined (and it’s his birthday this weekend) and he’s now cooking and picking up around the house and being altogether wonderful to me. Hmm… that sounds like a song.

Look… most of the family is happy (or weird).  And I managed to get the Happy Birthday banner up for Tim (it was his birthday ‘surprise’).

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I wrote the above section last week, shortly after I got hurt.  But I didn’t finish it.  This is new for me… starting but not finishing things.  I must have ADD or something.

I’m doing/feeling much better this week.  I’m still limping and and can’t turn my foot yet.  But I’m up!  And walking!  And that is good for now.  It’s slowed me down enough to think more about slowing down.  And how much I like it.

I just don’t want to have to limp for it.

Amos

“I can’t stand your religious meetings.
   I’m fed up with your conferences and conventions.
I want nothing to do with your religion projects,
   your pretentious slogans and goals.
I’m sick of your fund-raising schemes,
   your public relations and image making.
I’ve had all I can take of your noisy ego-music.
   When was the last time you sang to me?
Do you know what I want?
   I want justice—oceans of it.
I want fairness—rivers of it.
   That’s what I want. That’s all I want.”  – The Message

 

Look’s like I’m not the only one that’s fed up.

Here it is again, said a little differently:

 

“I hate all your show and pretense—
    the hypocrisy of your religious festivals and solemn assemblies.
I will not accept your burnt offerings and grain offerings.
    I won’t even notice all your choice peace offerings.
 Away with your noisy hymns of praise!
    I will not listen to the music of your harps.
 Instead, I want to see a mighty flood of justice,
    an endless river of righteous living.” -Amos 5:21-24

Amos.  I like where his head’s at.

 

Beginner

A little awkward, but I’m posting my progress on the bass anyway.  Everyone starts somewhere, right?  Never mind that my eyes look weird, I sing off key, and don’t keep time.  I’ve never been one to shy away from looking bad.  I gave up “looking good” 10 years ago, after leaking breast milk all over the car salesman’s desk.

This is for Tim, who wants me to sing more.

Beautiful Things

I cannot get this song out of my head.

Update

I’m almost finished reading this book.

I’m still considering selling my home.

Seriously.

I’ll need to discuss this with Tim.