Category: Getting my act together

May 25

So many food issues so little time

My clean house friend without any hobbies made us salad a couple weeks ago that I actually liked.

I typically am not a fan of salad because

  1. Boring
  2. Food touching
  3. Hungry by the time I finish eating
  4. They don’t make chocolate salads
  5. Really good salads are missing bread – and that’s why I like sandwiches better.

She violated item 2 something fierce – This salad had green stuff, strawberries, cranberries, feta, nuts and some vinaigrette. I was mourning the loss of perfectly good strawberries, but tried it anyway and actually liked it.

We paid for a CSA this year – The whole ‘eat local’ thing, along with – if I’m handed a food I wouldn’t normally eat, I’ll figure out a way to hide it so we don’t waste it.

I present to you the CSA Week One Salad

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A bunch of green stuff (I don’t know what – 4 kinds of weeds I picked through and stuck in the colander to clean)

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Radishes (chopped small so they are hidden), strawberries, cranberries, green onion, almonds, rest of some vinaigrette. Green stuff in a bowl, red stuff on top.

I’m not in love with this concoction, but I figure when the compost scraps looks like this, I must bein doing something good for me.

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May 24

There wasn’t enough space over there for my tagline

I wanted my tagline to say something along the lines of “The hardest one to raise is myself.”

It bothered me though – partially because it centered funny in the template – a lot because that only told part of the story.

You see, I’m bugged. I’m bugged by this face

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This is my grandma – eighteen years old – 1933. Valedictorian of the class of 1933 in her small-town midwest farming community.

The Depression was felt there, I’m sure, but they had their homes, church, school, and the farm.

A glance at a 1930 census shows farmer after farmer. When things really went tits up [I realize talking about LaVerne and "tits up" is just wrong - I can't help myself.] family moved back to the farm because the farm was self sufficient. It had FOOD.

I’m bugged by that girl. She knew how to garden, preserve, cook, provide, clean house, hang laundry out on the line . . .  I could go on but just thinking of going and reading her journals of what she did in a day makes me want to take a nap.

I know I have more fun than she did. I’m certain I worry less. I also know she only had a script for the occasional Valium rather than a daily Zoly.

I want to find a balance between LaVerne and Dawn. I want some freaking self-sufficiency in my world, and I’m learning that it’s going to take some discipline to be free. Which sounds like a contradiction – but I’m the girl who can’t find her license or debit card – I have to find some drum beat to march to.

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Nov 19

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Oct 29

Goals for the Week

Why am I setting goals? I am getting my act together because my small human is watching everything I do.

1. Health – It’s a back to basics week. Time to eat that z0loft each morning again. Script is refilled, just need to get used to it again. (Explanation – anytime I change my routine, I get messed up on taking it – things like leaving town for a weekend shakes things up just enough that it takes me a while to get back on track. When it’s combined with needing to refill the script it just makes it all the more complicated.) (PS – would a little pill help you? Read here and see what you think.)

2. Beauty. Mascara is my friend. Use it.

3. Home. I’m focusing on the office. I need a home base to work – it’s time to get my computer out of the bedroom (for lots of reasons). I’ll be more apt to actually USE the office if the office is USABLE.

4. Work. Sign up for Self-Starters Weekly Tips. Complete the 4 special orders for Comfed Out Kaiser. Join Mom’s Unite.

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Oct 27

Getting my act together because my small human is watching everything I do.

My friends …. it’s time for a change. Yes I can.

It’s a beautiful fall morning. My house is still a mess and my husband is still, as yet, unsatisfied because my legs are still doing an impression of a yeti.

But.

I feel something.

It’s inspiration.

I have thoughts racing around. Ideas. Wants. Dare I call it – excitement? Joy potential?

I’m sitting in our “office”. Also known as the front room space that holds random things and is usually a den of clutter. The room that Scout said he’d like to work on being cleaner.

This is the new heart of my act. The act I’m going to get together.

I’m nothing if not a planner. I’m so flighty that I have to set strict parameters if I’m going to accomplish anything.

I have 4 new areas of focus in this act of mine.

1. Health. Tis time to work on getting healthy. If I happen to become a replica of Kate Walsh in the process, well so be it. I’m sure Scout will learn to cope. I will work weekly on new habits. A lot of this journey will be blogged over at Blissfully Domestic’s Healthy Bliss channel – because I’m a contributor, which I keep forgetting to tell you about …. probably because I keep forgetting to contribute. But wait! I have a post up today!

2. Beauty. Cuz dudes, Girlfriend needs some work. The potential is here, I just need to do something with it. Nothing dramatic, just things like, say, removing the ponytail, and wearing a bra. I set nice manageable goals here. :)

3. Home. Home looks like a shitpile of clutter exploded. I’m gonna work on that.

4. Work. I’m overwhelmed (in the best way possible) with the amount of resources I’m coming in contact with. Thank Lynn Terry for that. I’m ready to formulate a plan. Or at least a “pla….” if I can’t quite get the whole plan quite yet.

So here I go. Grab your favorite beverage and let’s take a ride on the “Watch Dawn get her act together express.”

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And in a burst of sincerity.

I love y’all.

No really.

You unconditionally let me blast all my grief out onto a webpage and you accept it, and you each take a piece of it from me so I can cope a little more. You take a couple minutes out of your lives to give me a few words of encouragement. I think of you often (yes you, and you, and even you over there who I haven’t visited in a while). You give me luff without asking for any in return.

Thank you. Ya’ll keep me together. I appreciate it.

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