Not Cool, Bro

My step-daughter's Social Studies teacher is in his first year of teaching. I remember being there and can sympathize. It's not at all easy. Dealing with discipline issues and creating assignments and making sure you're hitting the moving target of content / skill standards which changes every five years or so. 

He assigns a lot of reports, which I'm cool with. Research and writing is an important skill. HOWEVER, this weekend my step-daughter came over with an assignment to write a report on a topic about Canada. Her paper was supposed to include answers to the following questions: 1. What if your topic was from the U.S.? and 2. What is his/her influence on Canada? The paper has to be two pages, double spaced, in 12 point Times New Roman font. The topic that Lily drew out of the hat was Carly Rae Jepsen. 

First, even she realized that this would teach her nothing about Canada's history or culture. 

Second, to get to the assigned two pages of material, you eventually come across Google hits about Ms. Jepsen's unfortunate hacking incident--complete with entries about naked pictures and blowjobs. Not something I want my 12-year-old looking through. 

Third, her influence on Canada? I was composing sentences in my head like, "Carly Rae Jepsen is as important to the Canadian pop music scene as Avril Lavigne and Nicklebak." "Carly Rae Jepsen has shown Canadians that hard work gets you no where without a tweet from Justin Bieber." "Jepsen is a twenty-eight-year-old woman who dresses and acts like a tween to appeal to her fan base, proving that nothing is more important than conforming to your record label's creation of your personal brand."

And yes, I recommended a paragraph of nothing but a list of Jepsen's music awards just to get to the desired two pages. Yay for teaching my kid how to fill space on the page. 

I'm just glad Lily didn't draw Justin Bieber's name. Can you imagine what his Google search would return? Nothin' like having to sort through reports of drugs and hookers for your parochial school sixth grade social studies report. 

Over the River and Through the Woods

Note: Basically all the photos in this post were taken by the talented Jeff Hobson and stolen from Liz's Facebook. This is why they look so huge!

Last Saturday was the most beautiful fall Missouri day. The fall foliage this year has been spectacular and we took advantage of it!

We kicked the day off with the Wilderness Run. This is my favorite race in the Kansas City area. It's a trail run that starts and ends at the Shoal Creek Living History Museum and winds around Hodge Park--literally over the creek and through the woods. This was also Liz's first race ever!



Jennifer was nice enough to pick up our race packets in advance and picked up some great swag for us--lots of freebies and coupons<--Reason number 1 why this is a great race. We met up at my house on Saturday morning and headed over to the start. The race is never very crowded and there are lots of great volunteers there to help out <--Reason number 2!

Reason number 3? This is where we start and finish.


I took off kinda fast in order to get in a good spot when the trail hit the woods and narrowed too much to pass anyone. I kept up with Jennifer's friend for awhile until I just couldn't keep up anymore. I got a headache around mile 3.5 and a bit of a side stitch. Then Jennifer overtook me and I trailed her in.

I'm floating!

We finished 5th and 6th in our age group, which I'm happy with. Jennifer won a prize just for registering for the race and being lucky<--Reason number 4, and then we went to warm up with some delicious soup<--Reason number 5. They had about a million different kinds of soup, I had the sausage and tortellini. It hit the spot! 

Reason number 6--> They have the best race tshirts ever. 

Then we left to get ready for part 2 of our day. We headed out to wineries in Lexington and Waverly, tasting as we went. 



 

It's the Freakin' Weekend

The last weekend in October was mostly focused on my brother's 40th birthday.

On Friday evening, I headed toward the Plaza to meet up with my Rep volunteering buddies for our pre-volunteering dinner. This time, we chose Spin! Pizza. After dinner, we drove over to the theater for the KC Rep's production of The Foreigner. I got assigned the cushy job of will call and then settled in to enjoy the show. It was pretty funny and I may have spit on myself due to an unexpected laugh. It was late for me by the time I got home and a pretty much fell into bed.

I had planed to get up and go for my long run early Saturday morning before we hit the road, but I was very tired and couldn't drag myself out of bed. Ditching my plans was just as bad, though, because I kind of had a meltdown. I pulled it together enough for us to hit the road and even remembered to pack all of the important stuff. Thank goodness Tim was there to make sure everything else was taken care of.

As we headed out of town, we saw a terrible accident on westbound 70. All of the traffic was being diverted from the interstate. I quickly reloaded Facebook onto my iPhone so I could alert a friend who I knew was going to be traveling through the area. After that, it was pretty smooth sailing. Lily worked on her homework--a creative essay on what 10 animals she would bring if she were Noah and there were going to be floods--and debated with us the merits of, say, elephants v. camels and cows v. goats. I grabbed a bunch of back issues of Better Homes and Gardens and flipped through them, tearing out the stuff that was most interesting. Is it just me or does anyone else have a difficult time of letting go of magazines?? Ripping stuff out is the only way I can bear to send them to recycling nirvana.

We made it to Mom & Dad's and unpacked everything. We presented my brother with his birthday gift.

I finished this project in less than a week. That's super-speed for me!

He didn't realize that I made the blanket until my mom told him. (Made, as in, put the border on it.) That was kind of a nice compliment.

I decided I might as well get my long run in. I got on my gear and plotted a course through the gravel roads of my parents' rural subdivision that was basically six miles long and hit the road. It was a beautiful sunny and warm day. My parent's roads are up on a ridge so it's always fairly windy up there. I got to run past there house several times so I threw a water bottle in their yard to grab every time I ran past. Very convenient!!

I showered and got dressed and we all loaded up in the car and drove across the interstate to go to the sorghum maze. Except for Lily, none of us had been to a corn maze before. It was a lot of fun and we all decided that sorghum was a better medium for mazes than corn. (These are the kind of discussions that are had by a farm/agribusiness family!) Dad bought Lily a "princess" pumpkin and we drove down the road a little ways to try to spot Clydesdales.

Sorghum blew into Tim's mouth just as Mom took this picture.

After we got home, Mom, Lily, Tim & I all pitched in to make this cake happen. Mom baked three cakes in advance so we could stack them up. They were so moist! It was difficult to pile them together, but we managed in the end. I decided we should go with paper windows and signs because there just wasn't time to go whole hog with the icing decorations. I'm not supremely skilled when it comes to cake decorating and covering the cake with different colored star-tipped splotches to make the T.A.R.D.I.S. design was NOT in the cards. I also insisted that we present the cake before dinner just in case if fell over. Thanks to some strategically placed dowel rods, it was still standing when we finished dinner.

Just to make sure we did all the autumn things in one day, my dad planned a wienie roast that evening. We gathered around the fire eating chili and hot dogs and rotisserie-ing our  bodies to try to even out the warmth. We skipped the s'mores in favor of birthday cake!

On Sunday, we went to church and had a big fried chicken birthday lunch with all the fixin's. I so went overboard on the calories, but that is something that you have to do when it comes to Mom's chicken dinner. After lunch, we loaded up into the van and took off to the country to take family pictures.

While we took pictures, we also explored the old barn. Tim had never been in a hayloft before. What a city slicker!

We were all reluctant to leave but after dinner, we packed up the car and hit the road. It was a great weekend and we didn't want it to end.

Crafties

Last night I made a belated anniversary gift for my favorite couple, the Happy Hobsons. Check out their Amazing Race audition video.




This couple got married one year ago on a very cold October 6. Did I mention the wedding was outside and the bridesmaids dresses were strapless?

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I was very lucky to be matron of honor and Liz and I spent the months prior to the wedding crafting button bouquets and boutonnières.
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So, for their first anniversary, I knew I wanted to make something--in honor of all our crafty bonding time, and that I wanted to follow the traditional gifts--paper for the first anniversary. 

Ultimately, I'm glad I procrastinated so long before deciding what to make. (Hello, day before gift giving.) Admittedly, I was a little distracted on the actual date of their anniversary. The Hobsons got married on the same day as Lily's birthday so I was busy planning for this frivolity instead of thinking about a crafty paper gift.

If I had made a gift in early October instead of early November, I would never have thought to make a Christmas ornament. Happily, this is a gift that can turn into a tradition, varying the material with each new traditional gift. 

I stopped by the craft store looking for the following: base for the ornament in the shape of an H (I found a chipboard one to stick with the paper theme), festive scrapbook paper, and Mod Podge. I'd never decoupaged anything before, unless you count the boxes I made in junior high and high school by rubber cementing pictures cut out of magazines to old shoe or jewelry boxes and then "sealing" them with packing tape. I wonder if those are still around somewhere or if I threw them away? 

Besides the H motif in the ornament and the use of the traditional material, I also wanted to incorporate memorable events from their first year together so I combed through Liz's Facebook to make sure I hit some of the high points. I typed them I to a Word document and printed them out to incorporate into the decoupage. 

Here is what I ended up with

I'm kind of excited to start planning for next year's ornament!

Junk in My Trunk

On Tuesday evening, Tim asked if I could show him where my clothes go so when he does laundry and I'm not home, he could put them away rather than leaving piles on the bed for me to deal with. As nice as this request was, it made me feel...frustrated? angry? lazy? selfish? I'm not really sure what particular emotion the request brought up exactly, but it was bad.

Identify the Problem

I have listened to Gretchen Rubin's The Happiness Project on my iPod so many times while commuting or mowing the yard that her commandment "Identify the problem" floated through my sub-conscious. Since high school, I've never lived anywhere for more than three years. In all of those places, I never settled on a good storage solution for my clothes because it didn't seem to be worth the time or money to come up with a solution that might not work in my next home. To further clutter the issue (and the closet), when I moved into Tim's house a little over four years ago, I willingly jettisoned my estate sale chest of drawers at a garage sale because it wouldn't fit anywhere. No matter how many Rubbermaid boxes I bought or how many items of clothing I decluttered, I couldn't answer the question of where my clothes belonged because I never took the time to create a permanent storage system that worked. 

Finding a Solution

Unlike Rubin, my solution for closet clutter clearing was not simply trash bags. My first step probably should have been to take inventory and pare down, but I've done this so many times that it is becoming difficult to figure out what to let go of. 

I did think about my storage needs for a hot second. Emotionally, however, I needed to take action. I logged onto target.com and opened in a new page any item that struck me as a plausible solution. Once I had opened 173 new pages, I began to narrow down my choices. 

Criteria

1. Size matters. Obviously, if the item wouldn't fit in my closet under my hanging clothes, it had to go. Even if it was capable of folding and putting away the clothes itself, I wouldn't be able to make it work.

2. Caviar taste on a hot dog budget. I have fifty dollars from my side gig burning a hole in my pocket and I decided that my storage solution had to be something I could purchase with that amount. Goodbye beautiful and probably not very functional bathroom cabinets. That cut out about half my open pages.

3. Form follows function.

3A. Fitting into my sloppy clothes-putting-away style. I know from experience that I'm most successful at staying organized with hangers and drawers. I already have the hangers covered but I said "sayonara" to my drawers about four years ago and my clothing storage has suffered ever since. I also knew I wanted several drawers, one for each category of clothing.

3B. No snags allowed. As I was browsing, I started to consider function over form. Although some of the wicker-type drawers were attractive, I thought about the increased potential for my tights getting snagged and nixed all the pretty but prickly options.

I was left with three pages open in my browser. Of those three, price became my main motivator. The option I chose was on clearance, so I got two three-drawer storage bins for less than the cost of one of the other options. And free shipping and a 5% discount by using my Target card--what's better than that? Unfortunately, when I checked today to grab a link and screen shot to the drawers I ordered, I couldn't find them again, so I guess they are all sold out.

The only bad thing about this experience so far--except for the bad feelings at the beginning of the story--is that I didn't have the instant gratification of carrying my new storage solution out of the store when we went last night for our regular shopping trip. So now my thoughts are consumed with daydreams of an organized closet every time I open the closet door or lean over to get my underwear out of the under-the-bed Rubbermaid. (An everyday occurrence--maybe now you can sympathize with my frustration.) The good news is that my order has shipped so I should be able to dig into my mess and tell my husband where my clothes go soon!