Brown thumb

On my list of things I would want, if I could have anything, a talent for gardening is in the top ten. My grandfather was a fantastic gardener. He could make almost anything grow. He didn't spend a lot of money on plants or garden design. He just put things where they would grow. When he had a spot that needed a plant he'd create one. I once watched him take a 5 inch branch and turn it into a new, blooming rose bush. Yes, it took months but it was still magic. His gardens were practical but beautiful. Alas, I don't seem to have inherited his talent, but I do have a great appreciation for beautiful gardens. Which means that as spring approaches I get more and more distressed by the mucky yard outside my backdoor.

My dream

My reality

Not only am I short on talent, I'm seriously lacking space. To make matters worse my dog thinks her job is to protect me from daisies. Last summer she dutifully attacked every single plant I put in the ground. But for some reason all of these things just don't keep me from flipping through seed and plant catalogs! So, here for your entertainment, are a few plants I would plant if I could plant a garden that grew....

Oddly enough, I find myself attracted to the cool, new, brown plants that are showing up in trendy nurseries. Perhaps it's so there isn't as far to fall? "Why yes, that plant is supposed to have brown leaves... isn't it lovely? No, it's not dead..."

The beautiful pictures are courtesy of Jackson & Perkins

Rock, Paper, Scissors

So... I had a dream the other night. In the dream I found myself at an ambiguous event, it might have been a wedding, conference or a reunion, I don't know exactly but I was dressed up so it was something semi-important. I was happily sitting at a large banquet table, chatting and having coffee with non-specific friends, when I noticed a group of men sitting at a nearby table.

They were playing rock, paper, scissors.

After a few seconds I realized that the men were all my ex-boyfriends and the winner of their game was going to get to go out with me again. The weird thing was that some of them weren't even really boyfriends, just guys I had spent time with in my wild youth. I was appalled to see them all, and embarrassed, and generally annoyed by the whole thing. Then it occurred to me that this was ridiculous because I am happily married to Bob... who wasn't at either table.

I woke up before the game was over and I'm happy I didn't find out who "got" me. Why in the world would I dream about men I haven't seen in over 25 years?

Happy Birthday

"If critics say your work stinks it's because they want it to stink and they can make it stink by scaring you into conformity with their comfortable little standards. Standards so low that they can no longer be considered "dangerous" but set in place in their compartmental understandings." — Jack Kerouac

3/12/1922 - 10/21/1969

If he had lived to 86 what would he be writing about?

Now I understand...

I've never really appreciated the movie Office Space even though it ranks near the top of my husband's list of favorites and has been played about a million times in my house. It was comical enough to hold my interest once but over and over again? Hardly. It just didn't resonate with me, you know? Until today.

Today, for the third Monday in a row I arrived at work to find that some aspect of my job changed after I left Friday afternoon. Three weeks ago I walked in to find pictures of a coworkers children on my desk. That was my first clue. My things had been moved to an office down the hall, which I suppose was fine.. Until the accountant came in and wanted HER desk back. We adjusted though. Neither of us is there full time so we divided up the drawers and I found a spare computer that I can usually use when we happen to be in the office at the same time. I made myself a "mobile desk", a manila folder with various supplies and my name on the front so I could float around without infringing too much on others.

Two Mondays ago a new full time person was hired. This is actually good news but it means I will be losing some tasks after she is fully trained and able to take over. I spent the week getting used to my new routine. Monday at my desk, Tuesday floating, Wednesday my desk again, Thursday and Friday.. floating everywhere.

The new person started today.. and when I got to work I found she has been given my computer, and calculator, and stapler, and staple puller, and my cup of pens... in fact the only thing she didn't get was my "mobile office" and my box of zbars!

I should have seen it coming. I should have paid more attention to Milton... but I didn't.. so I've lost everything. Except the job. They still expect me to do the job......



"And I said, I don't care if they lay me off either, because I told, I told Bill that if they move my desk one more time, then, then I'm, I'm quitting, I'm going to quit. And, and I told Don too, because they've moved my desk four times already this year, and I used to be over by the window, and I could see the squirrels, and they were merry, but then, they switched from the Swingline to the Boston stapler, but I kept my Swingline stapler because it didn't bind up as much..."

On the books...

Mrs. G at Derfwad Manor is giving away books this month and her generosity inspired Laura at CenterDownHome to contemplate giving away some of her own. However, in the process of analyzing her collection she seems to have found herself unable to part with anything (a condition I can completely sympathize with!) so instead of giving them away she documented the wonderous diversity of her hoard. Then she suggested that her readers do the same.

Then she posted pictures of Matt Amsden which made me go looking for information about Rawvelotion, which made me hungry…

But back to the books… I loved Laura’s pictures of her various shelves and tables full of books, unarranged, unretouched, and yet so artistic. I want to be like her! Unfortunately, I’m not Laura, I’m Gina…

(thanks Mom)

I’m a disorganized semi-packrat with a serious shortage of horizontal surfaces suitable for displaying reading material. Did I mention I moved twice in the last 18 months? I intend to use this excuse for at least another six months…

But back to the books… let me explain before I start showing pictures. You see, in my old house I had lots of built in cabinets in which to store all of my treasures. In this house I have very few. Two weeks ago we decided to move the only large built in bookcase/entertainment center, which really didn’t look right in the living room, to the den. This meant that I had to move all of the books. Since the shelving unit is the new home for a tv and all of the kids video gaming paraphernalia, my poor books are now homeless. Oh the shame!

Some are slouched against the wall in a corner of my living room, begging passersby for loose change, or wood, even particleboard will do... perhaps an IKEA gift card?

Fortunately they haven't taken up smoking.

Some huddle together in the shadow of the entertainment center hoping it will hide them from maurading dogs.

The oldest ones have taken up residence in an antique desperately in need of renovation. It's not pretty but at least they are safe there.

Many are hanging around the dining room in hopes of squeezing into a kitchen cabinet.

But the cookbooks aren't moving.

The Bible always has a home... especially during tax season.

And Bird by Bird hasn't left the bathroom in a very long time.


We won't even discuss the books jailed in boxes in the garage, or those that are hanging around the kids rooms. It's a terrible thing to be a poor, neglected book in this house and yet, like a crazy cat lady, I just keep bringing new ones home.

Help me...

Legos, Literature, Solicitation...

photo courtesy of Kaptain Kobold

Writing is like prostitution.

First you do it for love,

and then for a few close friends,

and then for money.

Moliere

Closet Archeology

I moved twice in the last eighteen months. The first move was from California to Washington. With only a few weeks to accomplish that move, most of our stuff went into storage and we moved into a rental house. Four months later we moved into our new house and I've been trying to recover ever since. Oh, all the basics were in place within a week or so but there is a whole lifetime of things that are still boxed, or partially boxed, stored all over the house. This week, in a futile effort to find a pair of textured brown tights (laugh if you want but they keep my legs warm and would go well with my sketchers mary jane's; yes I am 5) that I know I have, I cautiously opened a box in the master bedroom closet. The box was labeled "lingerie" so it was the logical place to start. In it, along with the 75 unmatched socks, slips, and panty girdles and other contents of my California underwear drawer, I found the following items:

• A silk Versace scarf. I will never be able to justify what I spent for it in 1985.
• Baby shoes - white, leather, with a little rubber baby foot molded into the sole. Unfortunately they haven't retained the lovely smell of baby toes.
• The hat that went on Taylor's head the minute after she was born, and an almost identical one that Delaney wore. God they are so small.
• The longline strapless bra that I wore with my wedding dress and the size 38GGG nursing bra I wore after Delaney was born. The difference in the cup size is astonishing.
• A Sum 41 CD that I don't remember confiscating from one of the children... but I'm sure they haven't earned it back yet.
• Letters to the tooth fairy.

My underwear drawer has always been the place to stash things that I just can't seem to part with... or stuff I'm hiding from the kids. That box was at time capsule waiting to be explored. I never did find the brown tights but I did find some buried treasure. What's in your underwear drawer?

The end...

Well, February challengers, the end is finally here and we all survived. Plus we posted some pretty cool stuff. Thank you so much for going along with me. You made this cold, dark month much brighter.

Our last reward goes to the person with the most posts this month. Several of us had 29 posts, Debbie was second runner up with 31 posts, Taylor had 33. She also happens to be the only person in our group who posted every day in February. What you probably don't know is that she started blogging on February 1st... after following her mother around for hours and begging for a blog. Love of chocolate is a powerful thing.. but week after week went by and Taylor didn't win any chocolate and she still kept blogging. I think it just comes naturally to a girl who has been keeping a journal since she learned to write. The prize is a box of delicious Stephany's Truffles and a fun book of writing prompts. Taylor, I hope that you will continue to post to your blog. I really enjoy reading it.




I'm getting ready to mail out the last of our February treats... Candy bars for everyone who posted about where they grew up last week. February blogging bookmarks for everyone who participated in the challenge. And more candy bars... for anyone who didn't win anything, because I never feel good about leaving anyone out. I have addresses for almost everyone. Heidi and MS Teacher, if you want chocolate please email me at ginaagain@aol.com.

Lastly, I want to thank you all. This has been a lot of fun for me.

gina

Blogging

I've been doing some thinking about the blog lately and trying to decide what exactly I want to accomplish with it. I didn't really have a goal in mind when I started writing this.. other than to write something every day. I figured if I told a few friends I might feel as though I had to write for them every day. Leeann can testify that it didn't work! But she refused to give up on me and continued to ask every few weeks if I was going to be updating any time soon. You are a great friend Leeann, and a very patient woman.

Anyway, in September I made a commitment to give myself six months to work on nothing but writing. It was a serious commitment.. at least I thought it was.. and the first thing I did to prove that was to start posting to the blog. I intended to use it as something of a warm up and an organization tool to keep me on track with menu planning and time management. Well, of course, plans change and instead of six months I got six weeks. A staffing emergency led my husband to ask me to come work in his office part time for a few weeks. A few weeks turned into a few months, part time turned into full time, and I've written very little other than the blog. Next week marks the end of my six months.

Six months isn't very long at all.

For those of us who have been married for a long time...

This is awful and hilarious at the same time... and it's mild compared to the other commercial at the "shave everything" website.



Second Puberty

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Update... my son just informed me that the makers of this video are probably going to hell.

Frustration...

Despite being a generally grumpy pessimist I am stubbornly optimistic about what I can accomplish in a day. Probably a bit too optimistic, if truth be told, and everyday I am disappointed by my lack of progress. This is a problem. Especially in the evening when I'm desperately trying to get something written while my family is trying to live their lives.

Something needs to change.

February Challenge - Final week update

First of all, I want to thank everyone who wrote about their homes or where they grew up last week. I loved reading all of your stories. I think it's interesting that all of you wrote about where you grew up rather than about where you live now. Is that because you are worried about security issues or simply because childhood memories are just more fun to write about?

Leeann, your years in Milan sound like heaven. Thank you for the photos so that we could "see" your memories too!
Nicole, your post was every kids dream of a perfect summer! What wonderful memories you have.
Debbie, someday I would love to hear how a girl from small town Colorado moved to Nagasaki. Your description made me a little homesick for my own small towns (I lived in a few just like that).
Taylor, hopefully your memories of cow poop mountains will grow sweeter with time!
Nancy, Washington DC in the fifties and sixties must have been just fascinating. It's amazing that it was safe enough for you and your sister to go sightseeing on your own.

I've thought a lot about our prize for this week and I've decided that instead of one prize I'm giving everyone who wrote about their homes a treat from my area. So, Nicole and Debbie please email your addresses to ginaagain@aol.com (Leeann, Taylor, and Nancy, I know yours already)and I will send you a bar of Dilettante Chocolate. It's made in the beautiful city of Seattle, about sixty miles north of here, and it is delicious.

This is our last week of this challenge and you have all done so well. It's been wonderful to read all of your posts. Our final prize will be awarded to the person who has the most posts for the entire month but I am working on something I want to send to everyone who has participated in the challenge. So, Heidi, Debi, and MS Teacher, could you please email your addresses to ginaagain@aol.com?

And lastly... I have a confession to make to all of you who have already won prizes. I just mailed them today! I'm sorry, I really did mean to get them in the mail sooner but I kept forgetting to put them in the car on my way to work, or running out of time, or just being really lazy. But, the US postal service does indeed now have possession of them. So, Leeann and Nancy, you can expect your packages to arrive in two to three days. Karen, yours will take six to ten days.

Have a good week ladies and keep writing!

February Challenge - Final Week!

Ok ladies... I've been shirking my responsibilities and letting this challenge drift off course. Sorry about that. I have to leave for work right now but I will be back later to post our weekly winners and talk about the coming week.

Don't let my bad example discourage you from writing!

Where I live...

Photo by the Unibonger

Eighteen months ago we moved to Olympia Washington. It's a very odd city. Home to one of the most liberal, liberal arts colleges in the US and home to a huge military population who work at the largest army base in the US. In the last year and a half I have seen hemp festivals and military appreciation parades, peace protests and my neighbors coming home from war. The most surprising thing about Olympia is that, despite it's astounding contradictions, it is the friendliest place I have ever lived. People are genuinely nice here. I'm still getting to know the area but I am happy to call this home.

100 posts...

and I totally missed it! This is number 102. For some reason this is typical of my life. Milestones and landmark events are overlooked, anniversaries and birthdays forgotten. Why is this? I have no idea. It's not that I'm a heartless creep who doesn't care. I'm just completely lame.

Thank you for sticking with me through 100 silly, sad, lame and pointless posts. I truly appreciate each and every one of you!

gina

You just have to read it...

It is very rare to find a man who is capable and willing to express his deepest emotions about his wife and children. Even rarer... a glimpse of that man on the night his son is born. I can't begin to express how much this post by Jim at Sweet Juniper touched me. It is truly a gift.

Final Product

It's off to the Science Fair today. Good luck Delaney!

Science Project Rules

1. Never allow any experiment involving animals or spores!
   
2. Remind your child to keep good records. Discourage any attempt to make up data... until the day before when your child suddenly remembers that a chart/table/graph is required.
   
3. Plan how long you are able to spend helping your child with their science project. Add 72 hours to your estimate.

Menu Plan Monday

Honestly, I don't feel like planning at all this week! But I've got to do it so here goes...

• Monday - Hey.. Monday is done! Yippee! (and I'm not telling you what we ate because it was shameful. Truly shameful.


• Tuesday - Spicy Roasted Chicken with Avocado, Rice, Romaine Salad .


• Wednesday - Lasagne, Salad, Focaccia.


• Thursday - Steak Quesadillas, Black Bean, Pepper, and Corn Relish.


• Friday - Dinner and a movie!


• Saturday - Two birthday parties and a major formal dance for my high schooler. We will be having something very easy.. probably Soup and Panini..


• Sunday - Bob cooks something delicious.

Focaccia

pinch of sugar
2 3/4 cup warm water
2 teaspoons of active dry yeast
2 tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil - this is a an occassion to use really good olive oil. It will make a huge difference.
6 cups all purpose flour
1 tablespoon course sea salt


Sprinkle yeast into 1/4 cup of water and let stand about ten minutes.

Stir in remaining water and olive oil. Add flour one cup at a time.
Dough will be soft. Add salt.


Knead dough until smooth and springy, about ten minutes by hand or five minutes with an electric mixer and dough hook. (I'll admit it.. although I love to knead bread I almost always use the mixer now. I think hand kneading makes better bread but the mixer is just so easy.)

Place dough in a lightly oiled bowl and cover with plasic wrap. Let rise at room temperature for about one and a half hours. After the dough has doubled in volume spread it into an oiled baking sheet. Cover and let rise thirty minutes. Uncover and gently poke the loaf every four inches, cover again and let rise another hour. Heat oven to 425. Brush the loaf with olive oil, allowing indentations to fill with oil, and sprinkle with more salt. If you like you can also sprinkle with fresh rosemary or basil.


Bake 25 to 30 minutes until golden brown. Cool on a wire rack. Slice and serve warm.

Check out Orgjunkie.com for more Menu Plan Monday menus!

Another week down..

Three weeks into the month and you are all doing so well! I'm really enjoying reading everyone's posts. The box of Hershey's goodies goes to Nancy at A Step at a Time. Congratulations Nancy! Please email your address to ginaagain@aol.com and I will send the box out right away.

This week I want to do something a little different. I would like to encourage you to share more about where you are from... where you are living now or, if that really doesn't excite you, then perhaps something about where you grew up. We are a diverse group from all over the world and I think this will be a fascinating assignment.

The prize this week is a few wonderful things from Batdorf & Bronson a coffee roasting company based here in Olympia, Washington. I'll be writing more about them later in the week after I tour their roasting facilities!

Now there are a few catches.. first, I don't think that a random drawing will be a good way to choose a winner for this one, and second, I don't want to "judge" your work. So, on Friday I will post a poll and I'm going to ask you all to read everyone's work and vote for a winner. In order to be in the poll you have to have your "Home" post done by Friday, ok? Does this make sense or am I making it too difficult?

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I'm still thinking about the voting issue. I've never used a blogger poll so I want to give it a test... by giving you all a chance to decide whether or not we should vote for the best post this week. Could you please take a minute to vote so I can see if the poll feature is working. Thanks! gina

Wire, Bread, and Wine

If you spend the entire day building a wall.. and I do mean WALL of these things...

and you even find time to make a delicious olive oil enhanced foccacia...

then it's ok to spend the evening drinking a bottle of this...

Especially if tomorrow is a holiday.

Happy Sunday everyone.

I've fallen...

... and I can't get up!

This is what it's come to. My creativity has sunk so low that all I can think to do is quote crappy commericals from the 80's.
Hopefully someone is sending help immediately.

Warning

I think my car doesn't love me anymore. Yesterday it started flashing a "low coolant light at me". So, I procured coolant and topped it off. Then I came out this morning, already running late for work, and my right front tire was low. So, I filled it. I drove for a mile and the "change engine oil" light came on.. even though it's not due for an oil change until March. A half an hour later the "check engine oil level" light started alternating with the "change engine oil" light. Flash, flash, flash... darn the darn lights!

It's just been that kind of week.

Happy Valentine's Day. I hope everyone had a lovely, warning light free day.

Sometimes it's better to just not say anything...

Week Three

Hurray! We made it through our first full week of February and everyone is doing so well. You should all be proud of yourselves! I wish I could give a prize to each and every one of you but today our winner is Karen Meg at A Day In The Life! Congratulations Karen. I hope you get a lot of inspiration from The Pocket Muse. Please email your address to ginaagain@aol.com and I will get it in the mail tomorrow.

Our prize for the coming week is a Hershey's gift box filled with yummy chocolate treats, a really cool silicone pan that makes brownies look like chocolate bars and a t-shirt.


Write on Bloggers!

Sunday Night

I had big plans for the weekend but I think I only accomplished a third of what I wanted to do. I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. I want to stay home and putter around my house, cleaning and putting things in order. Funny, six months ago I used to grouse about having to clean the house, now I just wish I had time. This is one of the things that working again has taught me. I've learned that I didn't appreciate what I had and now I want it back. I want to move all of my furniture out onto the back patio and scrub floors. I want to organize the garage. I want to make 17 trips to Goodwill and get rid of all the crud that's clogging up my life. Oh.. and sometime during the day I want to find a couple of minutes to write.


I think it's time to reevaluate my priorities.



In the meantime I guess I'll just analyze my menu choices for the week.

• Monday - Beef Stew
• Tuesday - Chicken Scallopini with Pasta and Asparagus
• Wednesday - Chili Verde, Beans, Tortillas, and Salad
• Thursday - Chicken Mei Fun
• Friday - Soup and Paninis
• Saturday - Bob Cooks
• Sunday - Who knows, maybe we'll just have ice cream...

It's just a number

Delaney and her friend were having a conversation about birthdays this afternoon. My dear nine year old said "My mom turned 43 on her birthday!" and her delightful friend said "Oh! My Grandma turned 46 on her last birthday!"

For some reason they both thought this little coincidence was very funny.

Rotten whipper-snappers.

Cheesecake on a spoon...

You really don't need a pie shell for this... it would be just as good (and lower in fat) if you just spread it on a graham cracker. I bought the chocolate version and, although it was very tasty, I won't be buying it again. It's good but not good enough to justify the fat content.

Why is it that sometimes we just can't communicate with the people we love? Teenagers are especially difficult and I find myself often living with warring emotions... regret that I wasn't more careful about how I said something and anger because I have to be so careful all the time. Why can't we have simple conversations like "Can you take me to point A at 9am on Saturday the 16th?"

Instead I get:
Kid - "Are you taking me and my friend to the city where point A is sometime next weekend."
Me - "When do you need to go?"
Kid - "I don't know.. like sometime Saturday."
Me - "What are you going to be doing?"
Kid - "I don't know"
Me - "Well, I want to know what your plans are because I'm going to have to hang around for hours waiting to take you home. But I think Saturday will work."
Kid - "We want to go on Sunday and I don't know if we are going to go to point A or maybe point D."
Me - "What?"
Kid - "Never mind! We'll just ask friend's mom to take us!"

Parenting is too difficult.

Photo by WindyPizza

Hmm...

You Should Be a Teacher

You are patient, optimistic, and good at explaining things. You work well with all types of people, and you are a good role model. Success and positive outcomes are extremely important to you. You are both a good leader and instructor. People look up to and depend on you. You do best when you: - Can see the results of your work - Are able to teach someone a new skill You would also be a good nurse or non fiction writer.

What Should You Be When You Grow Up?

Or maybe I should just have lots of friends who are teachers?

Multi-taxing

Photo by Turbojoe

Today was cold, rainy, and miserable. Delaney was sick so we stayed home and rested. Well, she rested, I decided to make good use of the time off and start our taxes. Five hours later Bob came home to find me buried under reciepts. Mountains of receipts. The little scraps of paper tell a story of 2007. I had tried to save every single receipt for medical expenses and there were a lot of them.

Adding it all up created a moment of epiphany for me. In the midst of crisis last year I think we just put blinders on and stopped thinking about money. We had to. It was hard enough to think clearly about what was happening to our family and make rational decisions about our son and his problems. Money was one worry we just set aside. Today the blinders were ripped off. One quarter of our income was spent on medical expenses last year.

In a strange way I feel better having it all reduced to dollars and cents. Money is transitory. I can weather the momentary shock of having spent so much and then be thankful for everything we do have. I wish that it was as easy to shrug off the other costs but the memories that are tied to those receipts won't be as easily erased as the debt.

Menu Plan Monday

The Super Bowl seems to be our traditional "end of the holidays" blow-out. It is the final indulgent meal in a season full of bad-for-you food. Today we start a new season of healthy eating... and the best way to stay on target is to plan ahead. Thankfully there's Laura and Menu Plan Monday at I'm an Organizing Junkie to help keep me on track!

Monday - Steak Sandwiches, Baked French Fries, Green Salad
Tuesday - Salsa Chicken and Rice, Corn and Black Bean Relish
Wednesday - Chopped Salad with Spicy Pork and Buttermilk Dressing
Thursday - Chicken Vegetable Soup with Noodles
Friday - Make Your Own Pizza
Saturday - Bob Cooks
Sunday - To be decided later...

My nutritional goal for this week is to stop drinking soda... again. It's one of my toughest habits to break.

And the winner is...

Our first weekly winner is Leeann at Is It Morning Already. Congratulations Leeann! Please send your mailing address to ginaagain@aol.com and your chocolate will go out in tomorrow's mail.

The prize for this week is a copy of a book that I have found very helpful when I'm feeling like there is nothing more to write about.


The Pocket Muse: Endless Inspiration, has a good balance of writing prompts and advice plus some really cool photos. For me pictures are great creative triggers. When I'm out of ideas a few minutes of flipping through the pages of this book is often enough to get me writing again. In addition to the book there will be chocolate, of course, because I'm a great believer in the brain boosting power of the almighty cocoa bean! (plus I did promise food and prizes)

Write on bloggers.

Ripped out by the roots...

Delaney told me one day that she can always tell when I'm angry. I know I'm pretty easy to read, but I played along and asked her how she can tell that I'm angry. She leaned closer, a serious look on her face, and said "It's easy Mom, because when you are upset your mad hairs poke out."

Mad hairs??? Holy crap! I knew exactly what she was talking about because every old woman in my family has this problem. Coarse little mustache hairs that stand straight out from tightly clenched, thin lips in times of stress. But I must point out that it's the OLD women that have this problem, the ones in faded black and white family photos, not young, vibrant, modern women such as myself. But after surveying my "angry" face in the magnifying mirror (these things should be illegal) I had to admit the kid was right.

Thankfully, modern women have ways of dealing with these problems.


Ouch.

February Blogging Challengers

Hi again... sick of me yet? Here is a list of everyone who has currently said they are participating. The logo is uploaded to flickr.com if you want to snag it for your blog. I had a lot of fun today shopping for prizes... More on that later.

Here's the list... and, of course, it's still open to anyone!

Leeann at Is It Morning Already?
Nicole at You Have Got To Be Kidding..
Heidi at Viking Conquest
Karen Meg at A DAY IN THE LIFE... one glass at a time
Debi at Life: The Journey
Debbie at Etc.,Etc., Etc.
Taylor at Taylor's Blog
MS Teacher at ms_teacher
Nancy at A Step At A Time

What does Fuego mean anyway?

The key question isn't "What fosters creativity?" But it is why in God's name isn't everyone creative? Where was the human potential lost? How was it crippled? I think therefore a good question might be not why do people create? But why do people not create or innovate? We have got to abandon that sense of amazement in the face of creativity, as if it were a miracle if anybody created anything.

Abraham Maslow

Today I found a place where the human potential is being lost. A place where our children are taught that only a few are capable of creation and those few elite should be the center of attention while the majority devote their time and energy to the support and worship of the minority. Where is this evil is taking place? It's a sinister place called Radio Disney.

Radio Disney seems innocent enough, with it's wholesome teenaged stars singing songs that are sanitized for our children's protection, but behind the velvet mouse ears lurks a megalomanic monster. The station plays approximately thirty songs, most by artists who also star in movies or television shows produced by Disney, over and over. In the course of two hours in the car with my daughter we heard three songs twice and one artist singing six different songs. Interspersed with the songs are advertisements encouraging kids to spend their evenings on the computer voting for their favorite song "again and again" so that it will be number one. What message is this sending? That some people are stars and the rest don't have anything better to do than to vote for them?

Perhaps I'm making too much of this, especially since I have been known to dance around the kitchen to High School Musical tunes and I know the lyrics to a few too many Jonas Brothers and Hannah Montana songs, but I want my kids to have broader tastes in music. Thirty songs just isn't enough to develop an appreciation of music.. especially the thirty that Rad Dis has chosen! Will I forbid my daughter to listen anymore? No, probably not. But after we got home I made sure she got a healthy dose of Tom Jones... just to be sure...

Yesterday I announced the February Challenge... I'm afraid I haven't come up with a better name for it... There are many people out there who are much better at this sort of thing but I've officially jumped off the cliff and I'm soaring.. sort of. I'm really excited and honored that anyone responded!

As I said yesterday, the challenge is to post to your blog every day in February but, since it's a big goal and big goals are more achievable when broken into small parts, I've decided that we need weekly motivational prizes. Since my readership is still very small I think it's pretty safe to just use the names in a hat method of choosing a weekly winner. Our prize will be posted on the first day of the week with the winner from the preceeding week announced that day also. In order to get your name in the hat you just have to post each day of that week (and let me know that you are participating if you are a "maybe" participant). Ok, that would be enough to make my head spin but the migraine I'm currently fighting has already done that so if any of this doesn't make sense to you just let me know and I'll babble on even more.

Ok, enough of that! Here's the big announcement:

Today is officially the first day of week one.. and week one will officially end on Sunday February 3rd. It's a nice short "week" but our first prize is delightfully long-stemmed... and yummy. It will only take three posts for you to be eligible to win 200 grams of delicious swiss chocolate in a pretty rose themed box.




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