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The Power Of Half

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 25 - 2010

9780547248066 The Power of Half: One Family’s Decision to Stop Taking and Start Giving Back by Kevin Salwen and Hannah Salwen

It all started when 14-year old Hannah Salwen, idealistic but troubled by a growing sense of injustice in the world, had a eureka moment when a homeless man in her neighborhood was juxtaposed against a glistening Mercedes coupe. "You know, Dad," she said, pointing, "If that man had a less nice car, that man there could have a meal."

This glaring disparity led the Salwen family of four, caught up like so many other Americans in this age of consumption and waste, to follow Hannah’s urge to do something, to finally just do something. And so they embarked on an incredible journey together from which there would be no turning back. They decided to sell their Atlanta mansion, downsize to a house half its size, and give half of their profits to a worthy charity. At first it was an outlandish scheme. "What, are you crazy? No way!" Then it was a challenge. "We are TOTALLY doing this." Each week they met over dinner to discuss their plan. It would transport them across the globe and well out of their comfort zone. Along the way they would inspire so many others wrestling with the same questions: Do I give enough? How much is enough? How can I make an impact in the world? In the end the Salwens’ journey would bring them closer as a family, as they discovered, together, that half could be so much more.

Warm, funny, deeply moving and wholly uplifting, The Power of Half is the story of how one family slammed the door on the status quo and threw away the key.


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This book is amazing.  Actually, the family behind the book is amazing.  To think this all started with the 14 year old girl Hannah Salwen.  When I was 14, I don’t know about you guys, but I didn’t really think beyond my own little world and how things affected me me me.  This girl was worried about people around her, outside of her own world, the people she was with daily. 

They sold their house.  A mansion in Atlanta.  THEIR HOUSE.  They then donated half of that to a country in Africa.  But they didn’t just donate it.  They went there.  They wanted to be a part of the process.  A part of helping people.  They didn’t just want to write the check and have that be the end of their job.

I love their theory behind their donation.  It’s just like the old fish analogy. 

Give a man a fish and you feed him for the day.  Teach the man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

They explain all of the money that has been donated to Africa and why hunger and poverty still hasn’t been alleviated for them.  We go in with the western attitude of we’ll fix this for you. You have to teach them to fix it themselves.  They have to be able to take care of themselves.  Have the resources to continue the process when you are gone.

I loved this book, if you can’t tell.  I was discussing it with a friend of mine, actually I’ve discussed it with a lot of people, but this particular friend said, you know, this is what makes me mad.  There are people in the United States hungry.  The Salwen’s touch on that in the book.  They chose Africa because there are a lot of places that American’s can go for a meal at least.  In some of these impoverished countries there are no food banks, no homeless shelters, no where to turn. 

The Sawlen’s ended up donating enough money, $800,000, to build to epicenters in Ghana.  A center that helps make these villages self-sufficient.  They have visited Africa once at the time of the publishing of the book and plan to go back to support the people who are building their epicenters.  They want to see this through, not just write a check.

That this idea came from a teenager is what impressed me the most.  That her brother, after a little convincing, was in it to help too.  He was willing to give up his home, downsize to something half the size of what he was used to, to help someone else.  I have to say, though they gave up their mansion and downsized to a smaller home, I’m going to guess we have less square feet in our apartment with 4 kids.  :)   Just something I was thinking of as I was thinking how we could help.  Obviously, we don’t have a house to sell.  And even if we did, it would be hard to downsize from something we could afford to something half that size we could fit into.

That idea is out.

Hannah gives lots of tips, suggestions, things to do, ways to reflect throughout the book as her father tells the rest of the story.  She is very well spoken, again, so impressed!

Joe got involved also in this project with his mom, dad, and sister.  He made this video and ended up winning a contest with it:

So impressed with this family.  After I finished reading the book I started telling my own kids about it.  Then I told my husband about it.  We, ourselves, don’t have a lot of money, but we donate what we can to charities that we love, but I wanted to do something similar to this.

We have decided on the first days off Pato has when the kids get out of school (so we can do it as a family), we are going to go through our house, room by room, and get rid of half of our clothes, half of our toys, etc.  Pato and I have so many clothes we can’t hang them in the double closet.  The kids have the same problems.  Christiano’s clothes take up the whole crib (since Alyce’s clothes take up 2 dressers plus part of Kat’s closet, we don’t have room for another dresser anywhere, and it’s not like he uses his crib).  We have all decided that we want to take everything down to women’s and homeless shelters. 

Then we got thinking some more.  I’m on the computer so much and the rest of them are all on their other toys a lot.  We should take some of that time and go do something as a family to help.  We haven’t decided what, whether it be cleaning a park, donating time to a shelter, what.  We’ll decide it as a family.

I could go on and on about how inspiring this book was, but this post would never end.  It was excellent.  I highly recommend it!  Especially if you have kids that are part of this “me” generation we seem to be raising anymore.  Show them about how they can reach out and make a difference.  Even if you are like us, don’t have a lot of money to give, that there are other ways you can help.

The Power Of Half website

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The Power of Half on Amazon

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Thank you to FSBMedia for providing me with a copy of  The Power of Half: One Family’s Decision to Stop Taking and Start Giving Back.  Amazing book! Amazing family!

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**CLOSED** YoPlait Review & Giveaway

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 25 - 2010



Congrats to phxbne! Thanks to everyone who entered!

I got to try YoPlait light yogurt thanks to MyBlogSpark.  I have to say that I was already a huge YoPlait fan.  It wasn’t hard to get involved with this one.  I did try some new flavors when I went shopping this last time.  I still have quite a few in my fridge, but so far I have tried -

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Apple Turnover – Boston Cream Pie – Red Velvet Cake – Pineapple Upside Down Cake

My favorite of the 4?  Apple Turnover, but the Pineapple Upside Down Cake comes in a very very close 2nd.  I liked the other 2, but they tasted a like to me.  Good, but not a big difference in taste.  The 2 fruit ones taste just like what they say.  I was pretty amazed.  Usually when I buy yogurt I stick with the old standbys for me:  strawberry cheesecake, cherry vanilla, black cherry, all the old favorites.  I’m so glad I tried these flavors.  I will definitely be getting my 2 favorites again.  Plus, I still have quite a few other ones in the fridge to try.

YoPlait and MyBlogSpark have a Yoplait Light “Outsmarting Temptation” gift pack, which includes an insulated gourmet lunch tote, a food journal and a travel utensil set.  I got the same gift pack and the lunch tote and travel utensil set are so cute!!  Katiana stole it from me for her cold lunches at school.  (They keep stealing my yogurt as well, I had to hide the rest in the refrigerator.)

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Do you use a paid web directory? Is that like a phone book?  Or like Google?  I have no idea.

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Men.

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 25 - 2010

Ok, not all of them.  Mine specifically.  You know he can be so wonderful.  Except when he’s sleeping.  Yeah, same song.  Sing it with me?

Alyce slept in her own bed most of the night but crawled in with us early in the morning.  I woke up squished with Nano on one side, and Alyce under my back on the other.

Pato.  Pato.  Pato.  Pato.

Mmmmmm?

Can you move Alyce, she’s under my back, I can’t move to move her.

Mmmmmm.

Pato?  Pato.  Pato.  PAAAAATTTTTOOOOO.

Mmmmmm?

Can you move Alyce?

I can move mommy.

Thanks Leecy.

Then the alarm goes off.  Nano wakes up.

Pato.  Pato.  Pato.  Pato.

Mmmm?
Can you take Nano and put him back to sleep before he wakes up all the way?

Mmmmmmm.

Pato!  Can you get Nano and put him back to sleep???

Crickets chirping.

PATO!  Can you please take your son and put him back to sleep????

Banging the alarm clock on the end table.

Everyone is officially awake.

Pato sits up and falls asleep sitting up.  Dude, now you can get the kids in the shower.  You could have just put the baby back to sleep, but now he wants to nurse.

He grumbles and complains and stomps around and bathes the kids.

Then I couldn’t find something.  I can’t even remember what it was.  I told Kat to have her dad look for it because I spent 20 minutes looking for it.  Oh, it was tennis shoes for school.  He throws them wherever when they take them off wherever.

He said, nope.  I bathed them.

I said, good for you, I gave birth to them.  Top that.

He’s been getting dagger eyes all morning from me.

He’s a wonderful father.  When he’s awake.

I’m pouring water over his head next time.

Makes me so happy when I start my day that way.

Have a great day!

P.S.  Update – still nursing.  Can’t use weight loss pills.  How selfish of me is it to want to wean for that reason?  I feel blah.

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25 diapers? How many days should it last?

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 24 - 2010

Christiano has been fighting C. difficile since the beginning of February.  I tweeted that it was 2 months because it certainly feels that long, but it hasn’t been quite 2 months yet.  Not that you want the gory details, I’ll just say that he has never gone back to solid poo.  Some days it’s just more solid than others.

The last big flare up was March 5 (yay for blogging) and I had to get him special ointment for his diaper rash.  It was the first time he had ever had diaper rash.

It started again on Sunday.  I didn’t keep track of how many diapers I went through on Sunday, but there were a lot.  Monday I started keeping track.  Tuesday I called the doctor to see if he wanted to do stool samples again.  He said that C.difficile can stay in the system for a long time and that testing again wouldn’t be right course of action.  Watch him for 7 – 10 days. 

Did you hear the screams of frustration coming from Iowa?

If I hear watch him, one more time

I’m going to get some invitations to the funny farm because

I.WILL.GO.CRAZY

You know, crazy like –

They’re coming to take me away, HA HA
They’re coming to take me away, HO HO HEE HEE HA HA
To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see
Those nice, young men
In their clean, white coats
And they’re coming to take me away, Ha-haaa!

25 diapers.  That’s how many I had to change Monday and Tuesday alone.  Yesterday was actually 14 diapers.  11 on Monday.  I’m forcing fluids down this child as much as possible.  I’m scared to death he’s going to get dehydrated.  He seems hydrated though.  Still has tears when he cries.  Which he does.  A.LOT. 

His poor butt.  I am changing him every 5 – 20 minutes, except for when he’s sleeping, and if I notice an odor coming from him while he’s sleeping, I change him then too.  He has welts.  Welts people.  His butt is raw.  I have now tried almost everything. 

A&D creamy

A&D ointment

Balmex

baby powder

his prescription stuff

The worst reaction I got out of him was for his prescription stuff.  He cried when I put anything on him (with a Q-Tip).  But, when I put the prescription diaper rash cream on, he started screaming, shaking, trying to get away from me.

I called Pato and asked if there was anyway to coat his butt in silicone.  (Nano’s, not Pato’s)

I even started washing him off in the shower after every other diaper because the baby wipes hurt, then really wet paper towels even hurt.  He cried in the shower when the water touched his butt even.  :(

Pato brought home some more Boudreaux’s Butt Paste last night.  He laid there docile-like while Pato put it on him.  Of course, that time I had just changed him 10 minutes before Pato got there and he wasn’t poopy yet.

I got on the phone last night with my friend Diane who has a plethora of natural remedies for this or that and I also tweeted out that I wasn’t feeling confident in my DR right now would they get a second opinion in my shoes?  My friend Bobbie came back with a suggestion also.

Both ladies told me to try acidophilus.  In fact, Diane hold told me to try it the first time Nano got this, but I spaced it off somehow.  I know the benefits of acidophilus when it comes to canker sores.  Whenever I would get them as a child, my mom would buy sweet acidophilus milk.  My canker sore would miraculously go away.  I never really knew what acidophilus did beyond that.  I researched it last night.

Dr Sears has a good article on it here.

In a nut shell, acidophilus helps put the good bugs back into your intestines/colon.  (Does anyone else get disgusted thinking about “bugs” in our body, good or bad?) Right now, Nano’s colon is overrun with the bad ones – C.difficile, which he most likely got from a round of antibiotics that killed off the good bacteria, letting the bad thrive.  Priobotics help the good bugs to thrive so that they can keep the bad bugs in check.

I cannot believe my doctor didn’t suggest acidophilus or yogurt with live cultures in it or something.  Just watch him.  Yeah, just watch my son suffer when are things that I can try.

I found a lot of discussion online where acidophilus helped people who had C.difficile.

I looked on Amazon and they have Children’s Rhino FOS & Acidophilus .  I wanted something like 2 days ago though, not wait for shipping.  Pato found it in tablet form at Wal-Mart last night.  The dosage I had found was 1/4 of a tablet smashed up for kids.  So, I smashed it up, put it in a little pudding.  Nano scarfed it down. 

I don’t know if it works that fast, but when I got up this morning, I took sniff, and nothing.  He went all night without a yucky diaper. 

I did read in my research that it only takes a few minutes for the good bacteria (or bad for that matter) to get into your intestines and start reproducing and that there can be millions of them in a short amount of time.  (Of course I can’t find the site now to give you information.)  I just can’t see how if my son’s butt has been like a water faucet for 3 days with no signs of slowing down, then we give him the acidophilus, and he hasn’t had another dirty diaper, how that doesn’t relate to each other somehow.

I don’t know. I can only hope.

Keep your fingers crossed for my little guy.  He’s been miserable for too long.

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She’s Her Mother’s Child

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 23 - 2010

In the fact that she tries to save everything.

I let the kids take cold lunch yesterday for the first time this year.  Oh first, I have to tell you about Jordan’s “lunch box”.  He told me he wanted to use dad’s.  It’s been sitting above the cupboard for years because Pato decided he didn’t like doing construction after a month (he makes more in the restaurant) and went back to the restaurant.  (He gave it a go because I hated restaurant hours.)  I went to make their lunches Sunday night and couldn’t find the lunch bag.  Turns out he asked me if my dad would want it last year.  I said I don’t know.  We gave it to dad to hold his beer for fishing I guess. 

[note – the reason this is the first time is that I always assumed my kids liked eating at school.  I usually had to take cold lunch and always wanted hot lunch.  Turns out after eating hot lunch this whole time, they want cold lunch.  :)   I did find out the reason they want cold lunch is so they can sit with their friends.  Our school separates the hot lunch kids at one table from the cold lunch kids at another.  No saving seats.  I think that’s stupid.  We sat by class when I was in elementary school, not by what you brought.]

Then I’m scrambling for something to put Jordan’s lunch in.  We were rolling with what we used.  A couple of year’s ago, mom and dad bought us all Melaleuca first aid kits for Christmas.  I’m a huge fan of Melaleuca and their products, just for a bit we were really tight on money and I haven’t resigned up for it since.  I should.  Back to lunch.  The first aid kit has been emptied.  The products are either gone or in my medicine cabinet.  The first aid kit is this canvas, lunch box, looking thing that says, well, you could probably guess, FIRST AID KIT on it.  Inside are all these pouches, pockets, etc.  Jordan all organized his lunch in the pouches and pockets.  It was awesome.  His sandwich flipped out in a pocket.  I was rolling.  I told him to tell his classmates it was vintage.  ROFL  Army green canvas.  Why not?

Kat has this really cute lunch bag that I got from YoPlait – that I will be listing a giveaway on here soon. 

There’s a song on one of the Little People DVDs we watch.  It goes Recyle, Reduce, Reuse it’s what I like to do.  So, I’m singing this as I am making their lunches Sunday night.  Telling them to bring them baggies home because we’ll reuse them, you know recycle, reduce, reuse, they sang along with me. 

Kat took me literally and brought everything home she didn’t eat.  Including her open strawberry apple sauce.  All over her lunch bag.  All over her book bag.  All over everything in her book bag. 

I say she’s like me because she saves EVERYTHING and doesn’t want to throw anything away ever.  She is wonderful when it comes to donating her toys that she doesn’t play with before, but pictures she drew when she was 3?  She has a conniption fit about throwing those away.  I have scanned a lot of the kids stuff into my computer so I could convince them to toss stuff, but it’s hard for her.  Kat, just throw your apple sauce away.  But I wasn’t done, I was saving it for later.

It’s hard for me too.  That’s why I have clothes in my closet and my garage from 6 years ago.  Hope, hope that they will fit again someday.  Forget the fact that they won’t be in style if they do fit me.  Just the point that I hope they fit.  That’s why I have mounds of stuff on top of my desk.  I clean it off, but I can’t bring myself to throw a lot of it away.  It gets shoved in drawers, in my file cabinets, everywhere.  In fact, I have a kitchen cupboard that is full of kids’ school assignments because I can’t bring myself to toss them.  I’ve gone through and picked out my favorites (all of them).  I should clean that out again.  We could use the cupboard for something like, well, dishes?

Some habits I really shouldn’t pass on to my kids.

On to last night.  We had something scary happen.  I had $25 in gift certificates to Taco Bell because after 2 years of screwed up orders at our local Taco Bell, I finally wrote a letter to headquarters.  I told them that for the last 2 years they have been incapable of getting our order right 95% of the time and that when you call to let a manager know they tell you they are going to send you coupons that never show up.  I got the excuse the last time that it was because the staff was new.  I said, you’ve had all new people for 2 years?  Anyway, it was a nice surprise when that showed up.  I wasn’t expecting anything except for them to contact Taco Bell here and tell them to shape up.

We decided to have a treat and went to get dinner with it, brought it back home, and started handing it out.  Jordan got a Mexican pizza.  We have talked to Jordan over and over again about slowing down and actually chewing his food vs inhaling it, about taking smaller bites.  Child was almost done with his food before we had even opened the wrappers on our tacos.  The next thing I know, he is choking.  He manages to squeak out that he needs water.  Kat runs and grabs him his glass.  I said, did it help?  Um, no.  He’s turning purple and has tears running down his face. 

Get up!  Get up!  Get up!  Turn around!  I gave Jordan the Heimlich maneuver.  It was just like on TV.  The chunk popped out and flew quite a ways across the room.  Between what he’d been able to cough out before I did it and what flew out when I did the maneuver, he had about 1/4 of the Mexican pizza in his mouth. 

After making sure he as ok, I started flipping out.  Jordan!  You have to take smaller bites.  You have to chew your food!  You have to eat slower!  You could have DIED.  Get it?  DIED!  If I didn’t know what to do, I’d be on the phone with 911 and our house would be full of paramedics checking you out right now.  He claimed he was never eating anything hard again.  Dude, it could happen with a marshmallow if you inhale it just right.  It doesn’t matter if it’s hard or soft.  CHEW YOUR FOOD. 

Next thing I hear from him?  Anyone going to eat that extra (hard shell) taco?  rolling my eyes

No, you don’t need it thank you.  But I puked up half my pizza!  No, you choked up 1/4 of your pizza.  You’re still not getting that taco.  It went in the fridge for Pato.

I called his dad and told him (his dad used to be a volunteer firefighter/paramedic).  We both went on and on about Jordan needing to slow down when he eats.  He said that when he has Jordan, Jordan’s done with his food before Earl has even sat down to eat.

Pato said the same thing to him last night.  It takes your mom longer to dish up your food than it does for you to eat it.

It’s true. 

Besides not choking, we’ve talked about the fact over and over again that he needs to slow down and let his brain catch up with stomach.  His stomach needs time to signal to his brain that he is full. When he eats that fast, it doesn’t happen. 

sigh

Is it a boy thing?  A “I’m almost a teenage boy thing”?  I don’t think it is, my SIL said she has the same problem with my niece.  I told her to tell Taylor about what happened.  Maybe someone will learn a lesson from it.

Maybe Jordan’s sore throat and husky voice today will remind him to take his time eating lunch?

After he reads the note that I put in there. 

One of the fun things about cold lunch that I’ve never done before.  Notes that say I love you stuck under their sandwich.  I’ve got all these ideas involving card stock and digiscrapping if they continue to want to take cold lunch.

Not that they’ll care if I write it out or print it out.

Have a great day!

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Scrapped My Butt Off

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 22 - 2010

I started out thinking the Say Thanks challenge over at NDISB was an awesome idea.  Someone suggested we scrap with one of the kits we got as a prize for an ADSR challenge.  So I did.

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I used the kit we got from Scrappity Doo Dah for this layout.

Credits – Lynn Marie – Tattered CU Overlays
Scrappity Doo Dah – ADSR 5 kit
Heather Manning – Soft Wash PSP Script
Darcy Badlwin – font – DJB BRITTANY

Then Ernie suggested the “It Can’t Be Over Challenge”.  He suggested we scrap our favorite part of the Amazing Digiscrap Race.  I went with a duo-type layout.  The picture shows having a lot of fun, but it also can be used in my kids’ albums, the primary reason I scrap.

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Microferk Designs – Shades Of Me Daily Basics
Lynn Marie – CU Tattered Overlays
Fonts – DJB DIANE Mc cript

And then I just couldn’t stop.

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Credits –
Microferk Designs – Camo Boy
Heather Manning – 50′s again PSP Script
font – Darcy Baldwin – DJB KATHERINE

And another

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Credits –
Gotta Pixel – Jan 2009 Collab
Heather Manning – Soft Sepia PSP Script
Simonetta Rossi – Farmed Iron Alpha
Font for date – DoradoHeadline
Font – Darcy Baldwin – DJB MEGAN

If you can’t tell on that last one, I dug way back in my stash.  Jan 2009 collab.  Time to use stuff I haven’t used that I have had sitting here forever!  That kit was actually a new year’s kit.  I just liked the paper and the elements for this layout.

What’s up with the huge rush in scrapping?  I have 8 free photo books from Artscow that need to be used by April 1 I think it is.

I think I have 60 layouts that I need to print right now.  They are 20 page books.  So that’s 3 books.  I want to print an extra 2 of 1 of the books to send off to grandma in Mexico and give to my mom, that’s 5.  I still have 3 more books to use.  So, I need to scrap another 40 pages by April 1?  Probably not going to happen, but I can give it a good college try.

I still haven’t scrapped Christmas yet.  Or Halloween.  I could probably work in a couple layouts for those.

Just put my oldest 2 on the bus.  Back to school they go.  I was talking to my friend Diane in Ohio (the teacher) and she doesn’t go on spring break for 2 more weeks.  I kind of wish that ours was later also.  It was so wet and soggy and cold at times, the kids couldn’t get outside to play very much.  Oh well, only 2 1/2 more months to go and school will be out.  They can play outside all they want then.

Can you believe that?  I feel like I just took Katiana up to the school for the first time and she’s almost done with kindergarten.  *sniff sniff*  Next year Jordan will start his last year at the elementary before going off to the junior high.  I think here in a month or so we’ll be picking out the instrument he wants to play next year (and through high school).  Jordan’s been flipping back and forth between the trombone and the french horn.  I guess we’ll just wait until it’s time, then let him hold each of the instruments and get a feel for what he wants to do.

I still have my clarinet my grandma bought me when I went into 5th grade.  It needs recorked and repadded, just some overall maintenance done to it before it’s playable.  Well, it’s playable now.  It just doesn’t sound very good.  I get it out every once in awhile to play and the poor thing needs some work.  I’m hoping one of the girls will want to play the clarinet and I can pass it down to them.

On school still, you know what I was thinking about?  I will have 3 kids at the elementary school at the same time.  When Christiano goes into kindergarten, Alyce will be in 2nd grade, and Kat will be in 5th.  We’ll be taking over the school.  Kat won’t rejoin Jordan until he is a senior and she is a freshman, but Jordan will reunite with his cousin in 6th grade.  Our district has 6 elementary schools and 2 junior highs.  Taylor will be in 7th grade when Jordan goes up to 6th.  Then they will both be at the high school when Jordan goes into 9th. It’s a family thing.  Kinda cool that Carter (my nephew) and Alyce will be at the junior high together the whole time (they are only 3 months apart) and Christiano and Cambria (my niece) will be up there at almost the same time (6 months apart).

We plan these things well in our family don’t we?  Yeah, like we planned it.

Ok, I’ve rambled enough.  I’m going to go either scrap some more or I bought some things yesterday to get started on a new kit, though I can’t decide if I need more or not.  We’ll see which way my mood swings me today.  It might swing me right back into bed with Christiano and Alyce. :)

Have a great day!

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Getting New Moon and Other Things

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 21 - 2010

Friday night, after going to the casino with my parents, I headed off to get New Moon.  Let’s not forget, or I should tell you if you didn’t know, we had blizzard conditions in Iowa on Friday.  It looked like this when I left at 8:00 PM to go meet up with my mom and dad.

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That’s off my handy dandy stupid Blackberry Curve.  Doesn’t take a good picture for anything.

End of March.  Iowa.  We get a snowstorm. You can’t see the snow coming down in the picture, but it was coming down hard.  I was cursing the snow because I had straightened my hair and waited for it to frizz up – which, thankfully it didn’t. (Priorities people.  Straight hair or going out to the casino during a winter weather travel advisory?)

When I left Prairie Meadows at 11:15, it was windy and still snowing and my ESC light was going crazy.  For those who don’t have it in there car, ESC is Electronic Stability Control.  When I’m sliding and touching my brakes it feels like my brakes are grinding.  From here:

ESC is a vehicle control system comprised of sensors and a microcomputer that continuously monitors how well a vehicle responds to a driver’s steering input and selectively applies the vehicle brakes and modulates engine power to keep the vehicle traveling along the path indicated by the steering wheel position. This technology helps prevent the sideways skidding and loss of control that can lead to rollovers. It can help drivers maintain control during emergency maneuvers when their vehicles otherwise might spin out. 

I was going 35 on the interstate, at times 25.  I decided to skip the I235 West exit ramp because it goes in a circle and I wasn’t about to take that to get my movie.  No, I still hadn’t abandoned my plans to get New Moon.  I went the long way, getting off by my own place and backtracking to Wal-Mart because it was a straight shot.  Uneventful most of the way, except at stop lights when my car almost slid through every one.  Got to Wal-Mart.  Huge line.  Huge.  Waited.  It went fairly fast.  They divided us up by Cullens, Volturi, and Wolfpack.  Somehow I ended up in the Wolfpack line and I truly didn’t care. The poor men passing out the DVDs looked rather bewildered.  Probably because some of the teenagers would shriek out in joy when they touched their copy of New Moon. That’s right, people were screeching through Wal-Mart because they got a copy of it.  I, being the dignified 35 year old that I am, took my copy while thanking the elderly gentleman quietly, and grabbed the Edward T-shirt that I thought I was too old for on my way to the check out.  Changed my other mind and thought I needed it. 

Headed out to my car where I promptly fell in the parking lot.  So not Wal-Mart’s fault.  My own fault for wearing 3 inch tall boots in a snow storm.  The drive home was fun.  I was going 35 again down the interstate.  I kept a good distance between myself and the cars in front of me because it was slippery and I was having trouble stopping.  This stupid idiot behind me is on my butt.  I kept thinking, if I had to even touch my brakes for any reason they were going to be in my front seat with me.  Finally they passed me at warp speed.  (It was actually probably 55 or 60 MPH, but when the semis are even going slow, that’s warp speed.)  I was just happy to have them far away from me. When they passed and I looked over, the girl driving was probably 17, max.  Some people shouldn’t have a driver’s license.

I made it home safe and sound and Pato and I stayed up until 4:30 watching the movie and just hanging out.  Enjoying the fact that it was just us because 3 of the kids were asleep and Jordan was spending the night with his dad.

Did you read my post last night?  Good Business or Bad?

I was 0 for 2 in the making people happy department.  After I ticked off the half.com dude, then I proceeded to make another mom angry later on.  I took the kids to the McDonald’s here that has a play yard.  It was still snowy and cold and that would give them a chance to run around. 

McDonald’s changed their play yard.  Now they have a little area for toddlers (sign says 3 and under only) and another area where the bigger kids could shoot baskets.

Katiana kept wanting to play in the play area.  I told her it says 3 and under.  You’re 5.  You can’t go in there.  There were actually quite a few little ones in there at the time. 

She said, but mom!  That kid is big and he’s in there.  I looked, he was probably 7 or 8.  I gave my standard response to anything my kids say that has the words, but they are doing it, in the sentence.

I’m not their mother.

I’m your mother.

We follow the rules.  The sign says no one under 3. You’re 5.  Little kids get hurt when big kids are in their area. 

I didn’t even think about anyone overhearing my discussion with my daughter.  Turns out the lady at the table next to us was that big kid’s mom.  She was staring daggers into me.  I looked at her.  She looked at me.  Rolled her eyes.  Yelled, JACOB!  LET’S GO!  And hmpphhhed her way out of there.  I’ve never see anyone hmpphhh their way for that long.  I’ve seen people do it as they turn around, but she continued it all the way out the door.

Dude, sorry.  I didn’t mean to insult you.  I was just explaining why my kid needed to follow the rules.  How did I know that his mom was sitting right beside me?  Eavesdropping

Oh well.  You can’t please everyone, but you sure can tick a lot of people off easily.

Just smile sweetly and go about your day.

Which we did.  My kids had a blast.

Have a great day!

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She-Rain

Posted by Heather Manning On March - 21 - 2010

sherainShe-Rain: A Story of Hope by Michael Cogdill In the early 20th Century, a pair of North Carolina mountain children sow the seed of a love that becomes their only solace in the hard yet beautiful world they know.  They grow it from steep ground of poverty, ignorance, and violence.  A landscape so brutal it can kill hope long before claiming life.
Bloodshed years later finally sends Frank Locke on the run, deep into wilderness, abandoning his extraordinary love, Mary Lizbeth.  When a whitewater river washes this desperate soul into the hands of Sophia, he discovers a luminous woman steeped in mystery, trapped in a tragically brilliant life.  Far ahead of her time.  Secreted from the world.  As she awakens Frank’s mind, they rise to meet a love that binds three people for a lifetime.
This love triangle forms a beauty no one sees coming.  From the wilds of Appalachia, crossing nearly a century, it runs deep into a lush American fortune, and lives in letters of adoration and hope of the least expected.
In a rhapsody of Southern voices, mingling hilarity and sorrow, She-Rain speaks of lives soaring beyond heartbreak, fundamentalism, and self-destruction.  Through the most graceful longing, two women in love with one man ultimately prove the power of human hearts to answer high callings.  They show us all how to heal — and thrive — to the very end.

Can I just start this off by saying I am so lucky that I am able to review all of these fabulous books and be introduced to authors that I didn’t know.  I feel so grateful after reading a book like She-Rain.  So good!  The descriptiveness.  The dialect.  So perfect!  I’m not from early 20th century North Caroline in the mountains, but the way every character spoke, I could envision the people of that time speaking that way.  The old sayings.  It was just perfect. 

This is not a quick mind candy read.  This book is deep, it’s powerful, it will make you think, it will make you feel, it will teach you. 

Michael Cogdill’s talent with the word is just amazing.  I almost feel like my own written word is no where near adequate enough to review his book.

While it most definitely is a book of hope, it will lead you on a roller coaster ride of emotions.  Sadness, heartbreak, even pity, along with the joy and happiness that is found also. 

I was torn between wanting Frankie to stay with Sophia, to show the world that color didn’t matter and Frankie going back to Mary Lizbeth, his first true love.  I can’t tell you which he did, but I can say, neither woman ever had ill feelings toward the other.  In fact they were grateful to one another.  It was amazing.

That’s the best word I think, amazing. This story is completely amazing. I enjoyed it immensely, I recommend it to anyone who is willing and wanting to take on a book that is very deep, but will leave them sighing wistfully for another time, even though it was hard, and it hurt, and there wasn’t a lot of hope.

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Thank you to FSBMedia for providing me with a copy of  She-Rain: A Story of Hope.  I will just say WOW and leave it at that.

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