So it’s NaBloPoMo. National Blog Posting Month. And I commit to writing a new post every single day during the month of November. I sometimes think I have a lot to say, but I’m pretty sure I’ll start running out of ideas somewhere in the middle of week two.
This blog isn’t really very focused…obviously a direct reflection of my life. It’s not just about my family. Or my job. Or cooking. Or crafting. It’s about all of those things. Or maybe none. It might be totally uninteresting, but I need a creative outlet, and Lord knows my husband doesn’t want to sit down and listen to me ramble on about any of this stuff!
You can expect musings on the following topics over the next couple of weeks: parenting elementary school children, weekly meal planning, school shootings, the holidays. Clearly a unified collection of ideas. Yeah, I teach English.
Here we go!
My husband was hunting this weekend. This occurs frequently in the fall. No big deal. The kids and I headed outside to split and stack some wood on the front porch. Won’t Daddy be so proud of our hard work? I asked the kids.
I did the splitting (by hand, thank you) and then I tossed the wood to the kids, so they could pick it up and take it to the porch. Child One decided he would hook the wagon to his bike and pull a load of wood around the house that way. Child Two decided to tie individual chunks of wood to a rope hooked to her bike. She’s slow but she works, so whatever.
I decided to get the 4-wheeler out of the shed and take the last load of wood around the house with it. And then we finished stacking wood. And then we put the 4-wheeler away. And then I pulled the key out of the ignition. And then half an hour later I realized I hadn’t seen the key since pulling it out of the ignition. And it’s our only key.
I was wearing gloves, so I knew I wouldn’t have felt it leave my hand if I had dropped it. I didn’t remember hearing a clink, so I didn’t think it was on the shed floor. Which meant it was on grass…somewhere near the woodpiles.
Oh boy. I walked and walked and walked, retracing my steps back and forth, woodpile to shed, circling in and around each. I grabbed the flashlight from the house, back to the shed, shining in the corners, under things, behind things. I went to the woodpile and started shining the light in between the stacked logs. Seriously.
After a couple hours, I decided to take a break and start again after lunch. I sighed loudly. Actually, it was more of a growl. Don’t judge; I was alone outside. Then I said a prayer. I asked God to please just lead me in the direction of this key and draw my eyes to it. And I looked down. And I saw a little piece of metal. Attached to a ring. Attached to a little plastic dealer tag that is still on there. Thank you, Jesus. And I thought, Whew that was lucky! But then I thought, How is that luck when I asked God for help and he gave it to me?
We’ve been eating pretty well around here (despite anything my kids might have told you). I’ve been working off of some new recipes lately, and thought I’d share links to a few that’ve impressed me.
Baked pumpkin cream cheese french toast Yep. Make this. From Damn Delicious.
Linguine with garlicky kale and white beans Goooood. From Fake Ginger.
Roasted butternut squash with feta and honey This one calls for pumpkin, but I had squash. Can’t even find words to explain how delish this was. From Not Quite Nigella.
Butternut squash and spinach lasagna If you never make this recipe, you are doing yourself and your family a disservice. Dead serious. From Julia’s Album.
Honey garlic shrimp skillet Fast and so yummy! From The Cooking Jar.
My friend Katie and I were lamenting that potty training girls can be a rather messier experience than one expects. See, things don’t always go in the direction you hope they will. I decided that it actually takes a little effort for the fairer sex to learn to master the craft of “going” more neatly and cleanly. See, little girls need to think, and tilt, and sometimes wiggle in order to achieve proper toilet training success.
I mentioned this three-pronged approach to Katie, and she said it should become the title of the book I will write one day. And I thought that was appropriate, actually, because there are many aspects of girls’ lives to which this idea can be applied. Thinking is evaluating how we approach ideas; tilting is when we change our approach; wiggling is when we put our plans into action and see results and change the world.
How can YOU think, tilt, and wiggle today?