I love FlyLady. We all know about her, yes? She offers a way to organize your home and sneaks in being in control of your life while you’re at it. I have, what is know in FlySpeak as a “Mount Washmore”. You wash the clothes, dry them… then toss them on a couch (or bed, or whatever) with all intentions of folding them. Then you do another load, and throw it on the pile. In no time, you have a huge mountain of laundry. Mine is on my futon in my basement. It has been there for almost a week. We have had to go ‘mountain climbing’ to get clothes to wear for the day. Ugh. Time to Tackle Mount Washmore for Tackle It Tuesday!
Yesterday, my whole family went for the walk (40 minutes; moderate exercise… 2 more Weight Watchers points to eat, yay!)
My husband and son rode their bikes. My son is 3 1/2 but has a ‘big boy’ bike with training wheels. My husband is an avid biker, and my daughter (almost two) and I followed along with the stroller. We had front row seats for the father/son bonding show, and it was awesome. Well, technically, we had front row seats for our dog’s rear end, but beyond that I mean.
We live in a pretty urban area that I love, but I’m not blind to the problems with it either. The path we chose was a new one, literally. It is a nice, paved walking and biking trail that goes along a creek and was just completed earlier this week.
I went from the high of feeling lucky to have such a great resource to exercise and spend time with my family to the low of seeing the city’s underbelly. There are small tunnels on the trail as it goes under the streets. In the first tunnel was a very sketchy guy hanging around. A few feet away on the ground was a spoon. I was scared but figured between my husband and the dog, we were probably OK.
I spent the next 20 minutes very pissed off, if you’ll excuse my language. Here was this nice, new tunnel and already “they” were doing drugs there. Then I got really mad, and I though no, I won’t let them. Or at least, I am going to do what I can to say no, this is MY city. I want a trail to walk on, and this is it. I don’t want to move out to the suburbs, but I don’t want to see this garbage anymore. I decided I would call the police and ask them to spend more time there. Then I realized they don’t have the resources, and as much as I don’t want it to be – the reality is that it’s “us” against “them”.
I went home and by chance (or perhaps, not) my neighbor came over for a chat. She is an avid walker too. I told her about the experience, and said that if drug dealers and their customers see enough families on that trail, they will find somewhere else to do their business.
She said she would make it a point to spread the word to everyone in the area to try and walk on the new trail soon and often before it falls into decay. And that is how it begins, isn’t it?
I have a degree in Anthropology that I rarely use, but I will whip it out now. Margaret Mead was a famous anthropologist (if there is such a thing) and she said,
“A small group of thoughtful people could change the world. Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.”
Does anyone remember Saturday Night Live’s skit about “The Anal Retentive Chef”? He put scraps in a ziploc before he threw them away. He cleaned frantically as he was cooking. I used to be that person. Enter two children…
Now, I am happy if most of the dishes are rinsed off before they’re tossed in the sink until *whenever*. Anything that helps me get organized, especially in the kitchen, is welcome.
Scribbit is having a contest and giving away a copy of the book “The Frantic Woman’s Guide to Feeding Family and Friends“.
It tells you how to first get your kitchen organized, then how to cook for a year. A YEAR. I can’t imagine being that organized; I’m proud of myself for knowing what I’m going to cook for a whole week but I’ll give it a go. Check it out! There is an entry form right in the post. Hope you win!
I started Weight Watchers earlier this week. I am trying REALLY hard, but I hope this time it really works because I actually have to pay for it, and get weighed by someone other than myself. I always make “scale: excuses; oh the kids moved it so it must be off, or I ate a lot of salt so I am retaining water – and on and on.
I was going to get a pizza from Costco… until I looked at the nutritional value of just one piece. I am allotted 24 points per day for Weight Watchers. ONE PIECE of this pizza – granted it’s huge – is 18 points!!
Besides that, my husband is at a beer tent in the small town he grew up in. It’s one of those We Love Our Small Town deals; every small town has them. They are fun - if you’re from there. If not it is excruciatingly boring. It is only 20 minutes away but it is another world completely.
So family night was a bit of a flop this week. Oh well. It gives me time to do my Innaugural Blog so I guess it was meant to be!