Hello again!

I’m writing to reconnect with my bloggers! It’s been a crazy last few months and I am so ready for school to be out!! My oldest son is in Austin taking summer classes! I dropped by unannounced and found his apartment very clean except for his bedroom and bathroom. (Typical for him).

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It’s why boys need moms to drop in periodically!
We have had recitals and end of year programs and a National honor society inductee as well as employees taking vacations and blah blah blah!
So I’m exhausted and what did I decide to do about it?
I’m adding more yoga classes to my routine. It will be good for me and I need to focus on overcoming the tedium that the end of the school year causes in a family. No they aren’t doing much in school but here it is summertime and what shall we do as parents?
I’m going to enjoy it and focus on my yoga classes!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!

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You may be a bad mom if..

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You might be a bad mother if….. 1. Someone else picks your kids up from school and you don’t read the teachers notes. (I know you read them when you pick them up because they shove them up your nose … Continue reading

An author? Like Dr. Seuss?

What the heck? You want me to actually write for a living? For money?
I’ve written my whole life, since I could hold a pen anyway. Before that I’m sure I colored my way through my preschool years with my Aunt Kelly gently telling me my pictures where beautifully artistic. She always had a hand at crayons, carefully staying smooth and within the lines. Me? Not so much!

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I’ve kept diaries, letters, post cards and scrap books as long as I can remember. My life has been documented in my own words since I was five. To think anyone would be interested in reading this blog much less my “great American novel” is dumbfounding to me.
I appreciate those of you that are following me and the comments that I receive. This is a forum meant for answers and more often than not I just relate to you the things that I’ve experienced and seen. My love to your divine light! Namaste!
So… I’ve been writing a novel for years now, actually several novels. I’m completely addicted to reading and love books and learning. I feast on a mind in action which is a curse to my family at times. I can read and drift away in the midst of a noisy, family gathering much like my father does.
One eye in the print and one ear towards the crowd has made me a very good pharmacist with all of the distractions of a busy store. I love my life and only want for everyone to love their life too. We chose it, we live it, so love it!
“The only way out is through”
Robert Frost
I’m finishing my first full length novel as I write this and as I carry on a life filled with children, pick up lines, grocery stores, work and reading. Does that make me a super mom? Oh yeah, right! Not even close. I’m not a cookie baker, except on the first day of school. I’m not a chef, my kids fend for themselves now. I’m certainly not patient but I am kind. My children are my life. Actually all children are my life. I had a wonderful childhood and I ROCK in the fun department! Haha!
My book is a young adult novel based on my own imagination. I’m excited to say that writing is cathartic and I grow each day I write.
So, What are you scared of?
Write what you know. When you’re sad, write. When you’re happy, write. When you have no words but a pen in your hand, write.
My “great American novel” is on post it notes, legal pads and journals.
Just write.
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste

What did you do all day?

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What is the most irritating question someone, anyone, can ask a stay at home mom?
“What do you do all day?”
Well, we sit around and count our money and file our nails, while watching amazing day time television!
Seriously?
A friend of mine logged in the volunteer work and 5K’s she did this month (she doesn’t have kids yet) and I was impressed so I decided I would do something similar. So, here’s my month (August 2013). School didn’t start until August 26th.
My last month: based on multiple calendars that I keep, excluding pool time, yard work, vacation planning, organizing and general piddling.

3 hours -2 mani:pedis
3 hours- Bought and picked up dance shoes and clothes for little Miss
48 hours Moved Son #1 to Austin
10 hours+ Super cleaned out college sons room and bathroom
2 hours packing up stuff and getting it ready to donate or store
8 hours spent taking Son #2 to band practice
144 hours Went to Seattle for 6 days, travel included, for pharmacy convention.
6 hours for 3 doctors appointments
3 hours-6 hair appointments
54 hours of working at the pharmacy
18 hours of yoga
36 hours of shopping for school supplies and Son #1’s apartment
12 hours of simple housework
30 hours of laundry
30 hours of pet care
30 hours of cooking
6 hours of grocery shopping and list making
2 hours of planning calendar
3 hours of paying household bills
12 hours spent writing
5 hours spent visiting with my college son (#1)
2 hours filling out school paperwork
20 hours spent with friends and family
8 hours buying a car
3 hours returning calls and emails
8 hours spent cleaning out crap from my closet and drawers
4 hours going through kid 2 and kid 3’s clothes

Equals 442 hours more or less
744 hours in August.

Which leaves me about 9 hours a day to sleep and read, or something like that! That doesn’t include checking in on family by phone and email, which I do regularly and a lot of sitting in car lines.
Never say I don’t do anything!
Unless I count what I’m doing now!
Geez!
Good thing I’m a multi-tasker and this was all that was on my calendar.
Thankful to my sweet husband and kids that are helpful and intuitive.
I couldn’t do it without you!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste
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Being homeless

I’ve been in Seattle less than 24 hours and seen more homeless people than I’ve ever seen in a large city. In a city where the average net income is $91,000 per year, I find this sad and amazing at the same time.
A lot of people here that are homeless are obviously mentally impaired by illness, abuse or drugs but I went out and talked to a few I felt safe with.

I met Zoe, a 17 year old girl, kicked out by her mother when she remarried, and Jacob, her 22 year old boyfriend. Jacob lost his job but continued to pay child support for his 2 year old daughter and lost his apartment. They live in a tent pressed up against a small cave near a lake here in Washington state. There are at least 3 such tent cities in Seattle. Zoe wants to go to art school and Jacob’s résumé includes 2 years of experience with a single company doing web design. So why can’t he get a job?
Explain to me how you get a job with no phone number, mailing address, or mode of transportation? Basically, Seattle is a walking city with massive public transport, but how can an employer reach you? I suppose you could set up an email account and check your email at Internet cafes if they’ll let you inside. Perhaps where there’s a will, there is a way. I think I would have run straight to San Diego where the weathers nice! So why Seattle?

I also met Christina, a 23 year old that wants to go to culinary school. She ran away at 17 from an abusive home and has tried numerous times to return, but isn’t welcome anymore. Christina admitted to having been a long time, hard drug abuser but when I checked her eyes, teeth and veins (after she told me she was clean), I saw no evidence of current abuse. She’s currently on a waiting list for a homeless shelter which she gladly showed me, describing it as her future “home”. Many of these homes dot the downtown area, so why Seattle?
These children , which they are, had pet pit bulls which seems to be the dog of choice among the homeless. Usually free and not acceptable for adoption, the dogs are everywhere. When I asked them why, they explained that when you had no doors to lock and no alarm system, these protective dogs are the only alarm system they need. I never felt endangered by these dogs as I approached these kids, but I have no doubt that in a dangerous situation that they would be my dog of choice for protection.
After we had a long discussion, I went back to my nice hotel room, and realized what a terrible, comfy life I was leading. I had given these kids a few bucks and asked them in a motherly way to get off the streets for the night and buy a good meal. I turned right around to search for them but it seemed that they had actually taken my advise, or moved to another corner.

As I was writing this, a precious, pixy brunette approached me asking if I could look up a bus route for her. Her name is Kristin and we struck up a conversation about what I was writing about. Perhaps the most disturbing interview I have done yet, was with Kristen. This tiny, sweet, friendly girl was homeless from the ages of 12 to 17. Her tiny nose rings and gauges may put some people off, but that’s so common in Seattle and most big cities, that all I could see was her beautiful smile, and an unmistakable liveliness in her eyes. How does a parent, even the worst of us, allow a 12 year old to end up on the streets? I walked her ( or stalked her) to her bus station peppering her with questions. She’s going to be just fine because she has, for whatever reason, a belief in her own value in this world. No doubt that these kids touched my heart and I can only hope that others will notice their value as humans in this universe. We are all one race, one creation, chosen to occupy this space at the same time.
I saw a young woman, holding up a sign. I asked her to come sit with me, her name is Angie. She’s tiny and walks with a limp from a car accident that took the life of her 3 day old daughter, Ashley. She’s basically tattoo free, but has a massive scar on her arm from a stab wound and an ankle scar from surgery after the wreck that took her daughters life. An abusive boyfriend led her to homelessness and she lives now in a shelter and was very scared of missing her curfew by my impromptu interview.
If she didn’t arrive back at the shelter by 11pm, she would be on the streets again for two weeks at least, which seemed to scare her more than any crime that could be committed against this tiny young lady. We talked as long as we could and she broke my heart, telling me how people had treated her today. One man threw a cup of coffee on this 5 foot tall danger to society that limps along through life with the loss of a child on her shoulders. If she weighs 100 pounds, I would be surprised. She smiles readily and cries about her situation, but I thank God I met her.

I just want to say here again that we are all humans, a creation meant to be intelligent, nurtured, loved, and be contributors to society whether that means simply your family, your friends and community or the entire world.
We can’t all be mother Theresa but sometimes just a few questions, a smile or a hug, can make a fellow human feel like they have a place in this world. So many walk the world with their eyes cast downward avoiding all eye contact. Don’t disconnect! Be focused on others and find whatever way you can to bring a simple smile to their faces.
This has been my favorite blog so far!
Think! Live! Love!
Namaste!

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