Last thursday night there was a terrible no good very bad storm and it shook the whole house. This storm was so fierce that it knocked the power out a school and thus we got the day off of school.
Days off are great, unexpected days off are EPIC.
This is a recount of my EPIC day off.
I was running late and so the wife took the girls to school. She called me all pumped, “guess what I heard on the radio you don’t have to go to school today!” I was super pumped. What would I do first? Should I go back to bed? Go streaking through the quad?The options were endless so naturally, I took a long hot bath, which I have not been able to do since before the baby was born. It was a beautiful thing. Then I went to day care and got the baby. Because you don’t get much alone time with the second baby and I was getting my baby time in. Next, the babes and I met the wife for lunch and ate some bangin barbeque. Then I spent the afternoon playing with the baby.
This may not sound like much to you, but to me it was perfect.
That evening my oldest sat the baby down next to her and explained the finer art of yo gabba gabba.
The perfect beginning of my perfect mother’s day weekend.
“You’re favorite is toodee, my favorite is Foofa”
My super amazing sister is going vegan for lent. I thought what a fabulous topic for my blog. I have asked her to write a few pieces about the experience. Now, try not to like it too much. She is a published author and a far better writer than I.
I’m going VEGAN!
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday, and for many people that means the start of a 40 day fasting period before Easter. I see it as a time of restraint, meditation, and preparation for the coming of Easter.
This Lent season I’ve decided to give up all animal products. This may not seem to have much to do with religion, BUT I do think that practicing self control can manifest itself in spiritual ways… besides, my body is a temple right?
Also, I’m also kind of killing two birds with one stone here, because I’ve been slightly obsessed lately with learning about “real,” (as in unprocessed) food, and have been reading some great books, like French Kids Eat Everything, In Defense of Food, and The China Study. I also read the 100daysofrealfood blog, and Food Babe (in embarrassing quantities), but, hey no one can say I lack enthusiasm! Long story short, I’ve been slowly weaning myself off of highly processed foods and trying to eat more fruits and veggies.
As my sister’s “wifey,” would say “I drank the Kool-Aid,” and I’m ready to plunge in head first and try becoming a Vegan . My plan is to fill you guys in on the struggles, rewards, ups and downs of my adventure. Who knows maybe by the end of Lent I’ll be a brand new woman.
Here are some of my pre-Vegan thoughts that I hope to explore:
1. Will learning to say “no,” to my food impulses give me strength in other areas of my life?
2. Will not having the option of emotional junk food eating help me to grow as a person? Will I turn to prayer or meditation, or will I replace my cravings with some other temporary pacifier?
3. Will I feel any different physically from eating Vegan? Will I have more energy?
4. What will I do when eating over at someone’s house (I’m shy and don’t see myself liking to explain all this to people)?
5. Will I find good Vegan options at restaurants?
6.Will this change the way I eat or view food permanently?
7.Is there any (affordable) AND tasty way to drink coffee with cream as a vegan (this is crucial to my happiness 😉 ).
8. How am I ever going to give up Diet Coke????!!!!! Blurg!
9.. And of course every girl’s constant question…. will I lose weight? lol.
There should be a number ten shouldn’t there? Dang it!
Wish me luck! Maybe all my reading will finally be put to good use!
Peace and Cheers!
AlwaysContemplating? SometimesVegan? TrulyTerrific! BlogNamesAreHard!!
A poem written by my sister for her husband right before they got married:
The many acts of our two lives
Intertwined to a sensational simplification:
-All shall be well-
This is the comedy in our head at least,
While together we stride on
Trying not to be a damned soul, or a damned fool.
A duel to the death! An optimist’s revolt!
Ah yes, we have mastered the incalculable pleasure of perpetual crisis
And our harmony is too absurd not the be enjoyed;
This is love.
So we rise
To the contemplation of truth and flamboyant revelations
Giving treats to children along the way.
-Let nothing upset you, let nothing startle you, all things pass-
And if we went wrong?
“Fuck it, I guess we lost.”
Most of you out there do not know my sister. She is quite the character. As she is related to me. My father and I have spent the better of 20 years trying to convince her she was adopted. There are no pics of my mom pregnant with her or pics of her in the hospital. Very suspicious if you ask me. But alas she is not adopted.
What was life growing up for two crazy girls like us, well just like the Haynes sisters in White Christmas, naturally.
we can sing and dance at the same time!
But our amazing broadway like skills is not the true reason I know she was not adopted. It is that when she borrows my things they disappear into her house never to return again. Just like when I “borrow” things from my dad. It is a vicious family cycle. Maybe our children will be able to break out of the cycle. Maybe it is too late for them too. My daughter already hides her sons toys in her room when he comes over and waits until he leaves and goes whoops this is E’s toy. Yes, whoops indeed little girl. We all know you hid it on purpose.
Well that and we are arm twins. Seriously. Our forearms are exactly the same. It is the only part of us that looks alike. I wonder why that is? Aliens probably.
We went on vacation with my sister, her husband, and her 3 month old son. When I told her that I was planning on writing about the trip, her first response was well writing about me will take up at least one post. I am pretty sure that meant I was supposed to write a post about her. So here it goes.
This one is for you baby sis.
I love traveling with my sister and her husband for various reasons:
They are incredibly hip. As in almost hipster hip. They dress so hipster cool all the time. It is great being seen out with them. Even if we just run to the store they look like they stepped out of an urban outfitter catalog. Therefor, I am cooler by association. Or I look lame next to them not quite sure yet.
In a family of tradition conservatives they are the only ones I can actually have discussions with that don’t end in you need to watch Fox News. Not having anyone to talk to in your family about life is hard. It wears on you emotionally. So simply being able to talk is more of a blessing than I could imagine.
She has the super human ability to only take perfect pictures. Since we are southern, and every good southern family puts on jeans and white t-shirts to take family beach pics, that is what we did. I consider myself a fairly attractive lady. Even a student today told me in the lunch line that I was really pretty for a teacher. But, I cannot photograph to save my live. My sister, however, should have been a model. Every photograph is flawless. Even if you spook her at the moment you take the picture. My dad told me that when we were kids and getting our yearly church family portrait when my sister went up to take her photo, I said “I hate her. She always takes good pictures.”
Growing up we were not those sisters that did everything together. But every year we grow closer and closer. And now that we are both moms with kids close in age I have more fun with her than I ever did growing up.
I love you baby sister.