The Trials of a Busy Mom
I guess you all know what we’ll be doing tonight after the kids go to bed. –No, not that, get your mind out the gutter– Watching Amazing Race! Ryan’s been kind enough to give me the countdown almost every day for the last 6 weeks or so, and he’s so excited I think he might just pop a button. I’m just glad they are going back to the standard format of two people, instead of 4. I just didn’t like that last season too much.
How many of you will be watching it, too?
Hey Hey. I know I’m not Catholic (never have been), but back in college, my roommates and I decided to give up sugar for Lent. I think we did it for two or three years. We had little rules, like Robin’s birthday we could take of and such. Well, turns out Robin still does it, and I’m going to do it this year, too. I’m sick of my will-power-less self stuffing food into my mouth, even when I’m supposed to be on a diet. So, I’m not doing this for religious reasons, but to prove to myself that I can control what I eat, and to be healthier.
So, sorry, family, but there will be no more sugary cakes/cookies/goodies made in this house for the next 40 days.
I echo Tina’s thoughts–thank goodness for splenda, diet dr. Pepper, vanilla diet coke, and sugar free pudding. I’d like to think I could do it without any such treats at all, but I know that’s not going to happen.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go and finish off the ice cream filled cake (thanks, Mel, for the cool pan! It turned out great except I don’t think I packed the ice cream in there tight enough as there were some air bubbles) and eat any chocolate I can find TODAY so they won’t be there for me tomorrow. Wish me luck, and send encouragement, and understand that I may be a little bit grumpy from now on.
Well, we knew it would happen eventualy. Seems like some letters can’t be happy where they are…
Letter D Pulls Sponsorship From Sesame Street:
Noted Consonant Alienated By Controversial New Gay Muppet
December 9, 1997 | Issue 32•18
NEW YORKâ€â€A spokesperson for the letter D announced Monday that the consonant is withdrawing sponsorship from Sesame Street following a Children’s Television Workshop announcement that a hom**** muppet will soon join the show’s cast.
“The letter D is proud to have brought you many wonderful Sesame Street episodes throughout the program’s 28-year history,” said Patricia Willis, public-relations director for D. “But the letter D does not condone the sort of morally questionable lifestyles that Sesame Street is advocating with the introduction of this new character. It can no longer in good conscience associate itself with the show.”
Willis said D’s withdrawal is effective immediately, and applies to both capital and lower-case versions of the letter.
The gay muppet, “Roger,” will be introduced on Sesame Street Dec. 23, CTW director Leslie Charren said. Thus far, no other sponsors have pulled out, though the number seven has requested an advance tape of the episode before it makes a decision.
Many public-television insiders believe D’s withdrawal was motivated by a desire not to alienate religious conservatives, a section of the population that employs the letter frequently.
“D is for, among other things, demagoguery, dogma and doctrine, words crucial to right-wing groups like the Christian Coalition,” said Yale University political-science professor J. Wright Franklin. “It is likely that D felt it could ill afford to offend such a large segment of its users.”
While a long-term replacement for D has not yet been secured by Sesame Street, the number three will temporarily fill in for it in a number of the show’s animated shorts. Other pieces will simply skip from C to E, with vocalists stretching out C into two syllables to match the rhythm of the alphabet song.
Sesame Street is stung by the sudden departure of its longtime supporter. Speaking to reporters, cast member Cookie Monster said: “Me disappointed letter D choose to end relationship with Sesame Street due to pressure from extremely vocal minority. We accused of endorsing deviant lifestyle. Diversity and enrichment. That’s good enough for me.”
This reminds me of a book I’m currently reading.
I admit it. I’m a doormat. Even my husband says so. Sure, I’ll trade playgroup with you because your kids are sick. Sure, I’ll pick up your kids from preschool and keep them here for an hour. Sure, I’ll be a playground monitor even though I don’t want to. Sure, I’ll do whatever-it-is-you-are-asking-me-to-do-for-my-kids’ school/friends/neighbor’s/ward. But no longer. I will say NO.
Unless you really need my help and I’m not doing anything better.
Sing this to the tune of “I’m trying to be like Jesus”.
I’m trying to be domestic, —-never mind. It’s not coming to me, and I don’t feel like sitting here figuring out a song. The point is, I just ground wheat into flour, then made four loaves of pumpkin bread using my freshly ground flour (actually 1/2 white and 1/2 wheat, so as not to be too overwhelmingly wheaty). I’m supposed to take a loaf of sweet bread to the stake family history fair tomorrow. I figure if I send a loaf of bread, it’s kind of like actually going, even if I don’t go, right?
Yesterday I spent an hour and a half trying to get my sweet boy to take a nap. I sit in his room and read while he squirms around in his bed, trying not to go to sleep. If I get up and leave his room, he’ll be out of bed and out of his room before I finish the phone call (usually the reason I leave his room). But yesterday I didn’t mind the long time because A-I was going to outlast him, and B- I was reading Night by Elie Weisel. It’s about 115 pages that every person who has a conscience should read. Tonight is our ward book club where we discuss it.
Wow, last night I had the clearest dream! I won a trip to Disneyland from KUTV news. They asked a question about a recipe they had posted, and even though I was the first caller, I didn’t know what kind of soy sauce they had used in the recipe. But she told me on the phone that it was “Saw Soy”, and that it was a really odd recipe made with apple juice. So, I hung up and dialed again (as I usually do). I ended up being the 30th caller, and all the others had not known the answer (not likely), so when she asked me again what kind of soy sauce they used in the recipe, I knew the answer. Then she asked what kind of juice , and I knew that, too. So, I ended up being the last winner (out of 6 or 7) of a trip to Disneyland, leaving on the next Tuesday (and in my dream it was Friday.)
So, I had to fill out all sorts of paperwork, get tickets and all that, and then meet with the other winners for a picture before we went.
It was all so real! I was so dissappointed when I woke up and thought about it for a minute, that we weren’t really going to Disneyland next week after all. Now I’m bummed. I’ve lost my trip to Disneyland, and it’s not even 8 in the morning. I’ll try to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and move on.
In totally unrelated news, we went to Hollywood video last night to pick up a movie for the kids for FHE, and the clerk there was heckling me!
“Looks like you haven’t been here for a while. Your last rental was in…2004?”
“Um..that sounds about right. We -er-usually go to the American Fork store.”
“Well, that one’s closed now.”
“oh”
“It looks like back in March you had a free movie rental coming. Do you want to use that, or you could just give it to me,” He was obviously joking.
“Oh, great! I”ll take a free rental!” I should have grabbed something that I want to watch, like “just like heaven”, but I knew I’d probably not get around to watching it. That’s why we haven’t rented stuff. With tivo, who has time to watch movies anymore?
So, as I was leaving with my three kid movies, he smiled and said, “So, we’ll see you in around, 2008?”
Ha! Smart aleck. I’ll show you. I’ll stop coming here. Well, that wouldn’t be any big loss, now would it. Good thing it wasn’t some pimply faced teenager giving me a hard time, or I might have been offended.
I had a dream about Sharmyn last night.
I won’t give you the details, but it was a funny dream (funny-odd, not so much funny–ha ha).
It reminded me of the dream I had a few nights ago that I can’t seem to get out of my head. I dreamt that I went to a restaraunt/mystery dinner theater place that an old friend of mine was running. She said that one of their waitresses/cast members was sick, and would I mind filling in. I asked how I would know what to do, and she said there would be clues all throughout the dinner. So, I got to play a character in her dinner/mystery. It was SO MUCH FUN!! It makes me want to look this person up and see if indeed she’s running some kind of mystery theater! When I told Ryan about my dream, and how that would be so much fun, he said, “Oh, sure. You have time on most Fridays and some Saturday nights. Why don’t you just go look into that.” Oh how I love sarcastic husbands.
There comes a time in every one of my children’s development that they start calling me “Mama.” I don’t really know why they do it, since we prefer the term, “Mom” around here. Maybe it’s from the beloved Disney movies (Roo calls Kanga Mama, I think Thumper calls his Mom ‘Mama’, and it’s probably used in many more that I can’t think of right now). But it seems to me they all have called me Mama at some point in time. I think it’s when they realize that Mom and Mama and Mommy are all the same person. I guess I should be proud of John that’s he’s made this conection. But all it does is irritate me. I don’t picture myself as “Mama.” I dont’ wear an apron and a do-rag around the house, nor am I on the Carol Burnette Show. They don’t ever go through a stage where they call Ryan “Papa”–I guess that’s just too “Little house on the prairie for us all”. So this morning at church he kept saying it over and over and over again–Mama this and Mama that, and I realized that he is now in the Mama stage. Let’s hope it’s not that long lasts until he goes back to Mom.
Today we went to an afternoon matine of The Rat Pack Remembered at the Desert Star Theater. We enjoyed the show with Dean, Sammy, and Frank, and even an appearance by Judy Garland. Of course, there sure were a lot of old people there. I don’t know if it was for the buffet, the show, or both. It was quite a bit of fun, and a nice “after Valentine’s Date”.
After emerging to find the city in a snowstorm and the roads all black ice because it’s 23 degrees outside, we made ot way home–after a few quick stops in Herriman, which, if you think creatively about it, is “right on the way home”. After taking the babysitter home and getting the kids bathed and/or showered, I realized that we’ve got two girls who are reverence children, and Cole has to give a talk tomorrow, and it was up to me to figure one out. Luckily, I stumbled upon Jenny Smith’s website, which gives lots of ideas, object lessons, and even some talks. So, after only a few minuts of searching, I’ve got the talk situation under control, a lovely talk about the Great Plan of Happiness printed out.
Good job, Mom.
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