Someday, I'm convinced I will be able to blog it just by thinking it. Until then, I suppose I have to put blogging on my calendar or it won't happen. I don't like to relegate my creative outlet to the drudgery of a "to-do task", but if I don't I do something crazy like go three weeks without posting.
It isn't like there is a ton of uber interesting things going on, but I can take a stab at bringing the blog current & maybe even ranting on some things that are kind of bothering me.
And, with that tease, we'll continue after the jump!
My blisters have healed. Thank God. My falling off the Whole30 wagon for a carb laden recovery meal was just enough to completely throw off my mojo. I have myself set on returning to the plan at the beginning of June. My oldest will be home to help me cook & stay organized food-wise, plus the craziness of bar exam preparation kicks in & if I don't pack a lunch, I won't be eating. Should make me feel better overall so that I can become serious about my half-marathon training.
Summer officially starts for my girls next week. With that comes a lot of expense! Holy cats! I love that we live in a mid-sized city and that, allegedly, it is the least expensive city in the nation to live in or something. But, it isn't like we're making Manhattan money here, so it isn't like our dollars aren't stretched. My husband's stint on disability continues which has been interesting finance-wise. Add in that the girls are continuing piano, M2 wants to do soccer (and my husband will literally have an aneurysm when he learns the price tag on the club league she's trying out for next week), I would like M1 to do a teen cooking class and we also discussed volleyball camp for her. Yeah. Living in the city means more opportunities for our girls, but it also means Mom needs to start hustling some wax and fondue to make it possible without everyone eating ramen noodles. I'm very good at working a budget, trust and believe, because I have never been one to say, "I can't do that because I can't afford it." I'm the one who thinks, "I can't afford that now, but what can I do to make that jack?!" Granted, I'm not driving a Mercedes, but I'm not afraid of hard work if it means my children can take advantage of the wonderful things going on in our community that sparks an interest.
Outside summer activities, the girls will also be busying themselves around the house and keeping their academic skills sharp. Seriously. If I'm working to pay for activity fees, my house will be at a respectable level of controlled chaos at all times.
I'm excited because I'm going to try my hand at canning this year. I have the equipment and the will. I have a book and lots of website saved. I'm looking at tomato type canning plus I want to do some freezer jam. I haven't had that since I was a wee one and I miss that in the winter.
If nothing else, this should provide a ton of fodder for the blog. It could be an epic fail or a total win. I'm betting for somewhere in the middle.
Either way, I would think the photos alone will be worth posting. The descriptions and reactions of those witnessing the canning festivities may also be blogworthy.
I hope to be able to properly channel my grandmother and great aunt as I attempt these feats of produce preservation. Wonder what will become cool again next? Knitting is back with a vengeance. Fondue is making a comeback. And canning has a whole new cache. Let's hope it isn't disco. For serious. I can't take it.
And now for what's bugging me.
If I hear one more person whining about what First World females consider the "War on Women," I will absolutely vomit. Women in America are not the only women in the world. There are women within our country's borders and out who have so much bigger problems than whether or not they can purchase a birth control pill pack (or take the bus to Planned Parenthood and get one for free) that I would seriously be embarrassed to make THAT the hill I want to die on. Plus, these women always have to catch themselves and say they are doing this for other, less fortunate women. Um. No you're not. You're doing it for YOU. Or, you'd figure out a way to help these women who allegedly have no earthly idea that pills are free at PP or other women's centers. Mmhmm.
I'm sure the Afghan girls and their teachers who were poisoned this week simply because they had the audacity to go to school or the women raped & tortured in the Congo or women who know their chances of dying in childbirth are pretty damn good because no one cares might think a redefinition of your campaign might be a good idea.
I don't think I'm being melodramatic. I just think we are guilty of short-sightedness in our country many times. What we consider hunger. What we consider poor. What we consider less fortunate. All jaded & based on a whack perception based on our country alone. We go ballistic when our kids can't have juice or soda in the vending machines at school while other parents walk miles to try and find clean water. And yes, I get that because of where we live we have certain expectations for how things should be and what citizens "deserve." It just strikes me as naive when these things make the news, launch protests, and become themes for signage carried by angry groups of people.
We should be thankful that the least of our worries is how to make someone else pay for our birth control pills (this coming from someone who has worked most of her adult life at a Catholic university & who paid for her own pills for years). We should also direct some of that righteous indignation into action and find small, grassroots ways of ensuring other women are supported in their quest for education, safety and healthy living enviroments for themselves and their children.