Day 3
August 30, 2009
I really wrote this on the above date. I wrote it the old fashion way. There is this thing called a pen and this stuff called paper. It is way cool stuff.
My cell phone went off in the middle of Sacrament Meeting today,. Ya. Awkward. Tamera said she wasn’t sure whose phone it was until she saw my face. I am a Delta Rabbit through and through. I even glow school colors when I get embarrassed.
There is a reason I need less technology in my life. I’m amazed at the variety of technology use and lack thereof in my circle of friends and family. One friend has never had cable tv, and another couldn’t begin to imagine life without it or why I would want to try it.
I’ve had friends tell me that I am throwing out the baby with the bath by giving up television. It just doesn’t seem like there is much baby left in the murky bathwater these days. I do miss the home improvement programs and the before and after how to clean your house. This morning – instead of flipping on the tube, (typically, in our previous cabled state, I would have BYU Television’s voices of wisdom wafting through the place on Sunday mornings), I flipped open a book. It was The Freedom Writers. I read more than half of it before I heard the call of the wild. (Three frantically hungry little boys).
These young people living in the warzone of LA’s ghettos spoke of the emptiness of their lives. The abuse and neglect, racism and hopelessness was disheartening to say the least. Education, particularly English literature – is what opens their eyes to their own power. They identify with Anne Frank’s struggle. They see themselves within the pages of The Color Purple. Because of the strength in the stories, the youth of a classroom of rejects are empowered.
I saw a teenaged couple in the store yesterday. The boy was jokingly cuffing the girl. She was giggling at his “play”. It made me angry.
It also made me want to do more to serve the youth. I wanted to tell that girl not to put up with that kind of treatment. I wanted to tell the boy that his greatness is not proved by his show of power over someone with less physical strength than he.
I wonder if anyone ever told either of them that they are God’s children.
My adorable neighbor came over again this morning. Her name is Brady. That isn’t her real name but of course I must protect the incredible adorability of neighborly five-year-olds. She frolicked on the trampoline with the boys and joined in their animated book of Mormon video.
She is so adorable.
Would I think that is she interrupted a television program I was engrossed in?
Day 4
August 31, 2009
Things that kept me from blogging yesterday and today:
· Hosting visiting friends and family.
· Brianne took my keys with her to work at Famous Footwear across town
· After I got home from drivin across town to get my car keys, (took my visiting cousin’s car), I realized Brianne had my laptop in her car.
· I took Christian to the ER because he whacked off the top of his thumb in his third grade classroom today…with a pair of SAFETY SCISSORS no less!!
· Unable to get to the coffee shop
· Internet down at the coffee shop once I finally made it there through the demands of husband, children, construction and traffic.
I’ve made a new rule for myself in connection with my self-imposed blog. I will NOT get caught up in a pattern of self-loathing if I am unable to blog daily. As long as I actually write something about doing without cable, I’m still filling my quota of blogginess.
Day 5
September 1, 2009
This morning Christian said his favorite breakfast was pancakes and weapons. (What can I say? We have interesting breakfasts at our house.) I told him if he was Typhoid Mary pancakes WERE weapons. Doug piped in that Typhoid Mary made pancakes for “Lutenel” and I think he was warming up to sing a rousing rendition of Bloody Mary is the Girl I Love. I found myself explaining the difference between “Bloody” and “Typhoid” Maries.
· Typhoid M was a woman at the turn of the last century who worked as a cook and spread disease inadvertently. When told she had to quit working as a cook she ignored the authorities because of her lack of education and understanding and eventually was imprisoned.
· Bloody M was a character in South Pacific who wanted the white Lieutenant to be seduced by her Polynesian daughter.
Then I realized I knew who Typhoid Mary was because of the history channel. Chalk one up for throwing out the baby with the bath!
I guess my quest is to figure out how to get the most out of media without putting up with the garbage.
(later)
Since my cousin is in town I had a partner in crime and movie viewing. We went and saw The Time Traveler’s Wife. I have to wonder if the idea for the book, (which I read years ago), came from a doctor’s wife. He disappears at the drop of a hat too and isn’t there for big events occasionally. I can’t complain too much though. At least Doug has a specialty that is easy on families.
I know. Movie viewing is just another form of brain dead entertainment that you pay for a movie at a time instead of monthly like cable television. The point of my experiment in cablelessness is not to avoid ALL braindead activity but to enhance my life with the good stuff.
It was a good movie. Made me appreciate my hunny.
Day 6
September 2, 2009
Sunday morning I listened to a Truman Madsen tape about the life of Joseph Smith. Truman said that in 15 years of marriage Emma moved 12 times. Lucky Em. Moving would be easier if I retained the same bad habits of the past. Like television.
Doing hard things builds integrity. Man is it hard to move.
Aunt Lollie and baby Jake
I can't wait to be a Grandma!!!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Brianne, Brinkley and Ben
Day 2August 29, 2009
Brianne, Brinkley and Ben
Today my job is to keep three little boys out of their dad’s hair while he re-covers our driveway. When Doug made this request, I eagerly accepted. I admit. It has been nice having them around all summer. I’ve actually missed them a little this first week of school. I’ve got a whole lot more done, my house is cleaner, but you get used to having the little munchkins underfoot. But I do have Brinkley to keep me company. He is our sixteen month old king Charles cavalier spaniel. He is adorable. He also feeds my ego in a way that is virtually impossible for any human. Even the really adorable tiny toddler variety, (of which there are none currently at my house).Yesterday Brinkley took a tiddley wonder across the fresh tar and blackened his wee paws along with my kitchen floor. While I was holding Brink on my lap, paws up and Doug was cleaning off the little black paws, Brianne opened the refrigerator and was digging around in the vain attempt to make a sandwich. She somehow knocked out a HUGE bottle of soysauce. Yes. It busted wide open and proceded to splatter all over my freshly mopped floors. Brianne announced she was late for work and promptly fled. It took Doug and I almost an hour to get it off the floor, walls, fridge, chairs and freshly cleaned puppy. I share this story simply to illustrate the fragile nature of my job as stay-at-home mom. Things seem to be going swimmingly when all heck breaks loose. It is an advantage to have the attention deficit thing going for me as dull moments are few and far between with this crowd. After bearing seven amazing children, I’m feeling the early pangs of empty nest syndrome with the fourth about to fly the coop and only three left at home.Brianne’s days are numbered. She leaves in a week. I have one week left of having this girl with me full-time. I know how it works. Once they leave they rarely come back. I know. I’ve been told that eventually they will return, but that is yet to be the case with my younguns. Brianne has never had the television addiction the boys and I share. She is mostly lured by the Home and Garden channel or anything about interior design. She spends lots of time at the piano. Right now she is playing Bring Him Home from Le Mis. Ben’s son sang it at his funeral. Every time I hear it now, I know I will think of Ben. I hear the words in my head and think of Ben and the Savior. I picture Jesus, standing as Ben’s advocate with the Father, requesting that he be allowed to come Home. When the words echo through my brain, “If I die, let me die, let him live…” tears come to my eyes.
Not that Jesus had to make up for much with my big brother. I never remember Ben watching television. I'm sure he viewed it as a colossal waste of time. Maybe that is partly why he only had to be on earth for 53 years. At the rate I'm going, I'll live to be 157 with all I need to make up for in hours wasted on silly screen activity!
Not having cable television means that last night we watched a movie together as a family and when it was over we actually turned it off, had family prayer and went to bed. Nobody grabbed the remote and began flipping around the channels. There was no desparate need to watch this episode of Jonas or Hannah Montana “‘cause we haven’t seen this one MOM!!!”There is no angrily turning it off and forcing them to bed. There is no insisting on each child spending time on piano practice, reading and doing chores before television. This isn’t the first time our family has gone without cable television. Quite honestly, I think we have not had it more in the history of our marriage than we have. We once sold our television for sixhundred dollars worth of education materials. As I look around, I realize we have enough books and books on tape and cd to last for the rest of my lifetime. If I actually read every classic work in Doug’s collection, I would be the most well-read person I know. I’ve only read about ten percent of them. I know. It’s embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as Julie Powel’s chapter about maggots multiplying in her kitchen. Not to worry, there are nitty gritties I refuse to reveal and no amount of fame or fortune could induce me otherwise.
(later)
I got at least half as much done today as I needed to. But I didn’t slow down. Until now. Brianne needed my help with her final personal project project. She decided to make a quilt for her dorm room. Keeping the boys out of Doug’s way proved taxing. But here I am. I collapsed in a heap of tears while I was helping Brianne. It hit me like a steamroller that she is leaving soon. Just as I was finishing my crying jag our adorable little 5 year old neighbor walked in and gave me a big hug and consented to letting me fix her hair. Who needs television? I have an adorable 5 year old neighbor who walks in unannounced and spontaneously hugs me!!!
Brianne, Brinkley and Ben
Today my job is to keep three little boys out of their dad’s hair while he re-covers our driveway. When Doug made this request, I eagerly accepted. I admit. It has been nice having them around all summer. I’ve actually missed them a little this first week of school. I’ve got a whole lot more done, my house is cleaner, but you get used to having the little munchkins underfoot. But I do have Brinkley to keep me company. He is our sixteen month old king Charles cavalier spaniel. He is adorable. He also feeds my ego in a way that is virtually impossible for any human. Even the really adorable tiny toddler variety, (of which there are none currently at my house).Yesterday Brinkley took a tiddley wonder across the fresh tar and blackened his wee paws along with my kitchen floor. While I was holding Brink on my lap, paws up and Doug was cleaning off the little black paws, Brianne opened the refrigerator and was digging around in the vain attempt to make a sandwich. She somehow knocked out a HUGE bottle of soysauce. Yes. It busted wide open and proceded to splatter all over my freshly mopped floors. Brianne announced she was late for work and promptly fled. It took Doug and I almost an hour to get it off the floor, walls, fridge, chairs and freshly cleaned puppy. I share this story simply to illustrate the fragile nature of my job as stay-at-home mom. Things seem to be going swimmingly when all heck breaks loose. It is an advantage to have the attention deficit thing going for me as dull moments are few and far between with this crowd. After bearing seven amazing children, I’m feeling the early pangs of empty nest syndrome with the fourth about to fly the coop and only three left at home.Brianne’s days are numbered. She leaves in a week. I have one week left of having this girl with me full-time. I know how it works. Once they leave they rarely come back. I know. I’ve been told that eventually they will return, but that is yet to be the case with my younguns. Brianne has never had the television addiction the boys and I share. She is mostly lured by the Home and Garden channel or anything about interior design. She spends lots of time at the piano. Right now she is playing Bring Him Home from Le Mis. Ben’s son sang it at his funeral. Every time I hear it now, I know I will think of Ben. I hear the words in my head and think of Ben and the Savior. I picture Jesus, standing as Ben’s advocate with the Father, requesting that he be allowed to come Home. When the words echo through my brain, “If I die, let me die, let him live…” tears come to my eyes.
Not that Jesus had to make up for much with my big brother. I never remember Ben watching television. I'm sure he viewed it as a colossal waste of time. Maybe that is partly why he only had to be on earth for 53 years. At the rate I'm going, I'll live to be 157 with all I need to make up for in hours wasted on silly screen activity!
Not having cable television means that last night we watched a movie together as a family and when it was over we actually turned it off, had family prayer and went to bed. Nobody grabbed the remote and began flipping around the channels. There was no desparate need to watch this episode of Jonas or Hannah Montana “‘cause we haven’t seen this one MOM!!!”There is no angrily turning it off and forcing them to bed. There is no insisting on each child spending time on piano practice, reading and doing chores before television. This isn’t the first time our family has gone without cable television. Quite honestly, I think we have not had it more in the history of our marriage than we have. We once sold our television for sixhundred dollars worth of education materials. As I look around, I realize we have enough books and books on tape and cd to last for the rest of my lifetime. If I actually read every classic work in Doug’s collection, I would be the most well-read person I know. I’ve only read about ten percent of them. I know. It’s embarrassing. Not as embarrassing as Julie Powel’s chapter about maggots multiplying in her kitchen. Not to worry, there are nitty gritties I refuse to reveal and no amount of fame or fortune could induce me otherwise.
(later)
I got at least half as much done today as I needed to. But I didn’t slow down. Until now. Brianne needed my help with her final personal project project. She decided to make a quilt for her dorm room. Keeping the boys out of Doug’s way proved taxing. But here I am. I collapsed in a heap of tears while I was helping Brianne. It hit me like a steamroller that she is leaving soon. Just as I was finishing my crying jag our adorable little 5 year old neighbor walked in and gave me a big hug and consented to letting me fix her hair. Who needs television? I have an adorable 5 year old neighbor who walks in unannounced and spontaneously hugs me!!!
Friday, August 28, 2009
A Year of Living Cableless...
Day 1
August 28, 2009
The kids started school day before yesterday. It is the time of the year when stay-in-minivan Moms who just moved across the country realize it is A) time to reinvent themselves and B) goal setting time. Not only am I faced with six hours of no kids at home, I am also adjusting to having moved to a new town. On top of that, my brother died this summer. He was 53 and had cancer. Longevity does not run in my family. I fully expect to die doing something physical in my sixties as did my mother and her mother. So now is the time for Lol to prepare to not only meet God, but to leave something interesting behind. I would hate to not leave anything interesting. My biggest fear and avoidance in life is boredom. I am spurred on by my recent discovery of the written word. No, not scripture. Although I found myself unable to read anything but the bible in the weeks before and after Ben died. But since then, I have been just reading. Not even listening to books on cd which is one of the methods my add brain has used to prevent boredom and accomplish something, but actually reading the written word of those industrious souls who have brightened lives and minds with names like S.E. Hinton, Julie Powel and A.J. Jacobs with a little Jane Austen thrown in for culture.
I have a roaring case of Attention Deficit Disorder. I have yet to be diagnosed. It is a wonder to me that anyone with ADD actually can get herself together enough to make, (and keep), an appointment with a mental health care professional, fill out the required 400 pages of information on her past, and go through whatever else is entailed in getting a diagnosis that is deemed legitimate by the neuro typicals of the planet.
My self-diagnosis comes from my own educational experience, personal reading, self observation and of course, watching my kids re-live the travesties of my own childhood. Plus I have hung on my brother’s diagnosis. He was married to the queen of neurotypicals.
But all that is beside the point. Or maybe it IS the point. I feel very under accomplished, frustrated with my lame life and ready to do something more. I decided to record my life without television for the next year. I’m inspired chiefly by Julie Powel, John Bytheway, and A.J. Jacobs. In the next few paragraphs, you will read how each of these souls have touched mine:
Julie Powel
This young little spring chicken of a 29-year-old, (granted I had four children between the ages of 8 and 3 at that age and I was living in East Cleveland, AKA the planet Mars.), decided to cook everything in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blog about it. Since then, she has produced a book, a movie and I’m sure she is basking in the glow of fame, fortune and fan clubs. I cried in the movie when the actor portraying Julie tells her husband of her Attention Deficit Disorder. I didn’t even get to see the whole movie. I snuck out of the 3rd Ice Age amid our family celebration of the last day of summer. I only saw about the first half and can’t wait to see the rest. In the meanwhile, I have read and re-read the book and I’m inspired. I’m motivated. I’m sure there are millions of others starting blogs in the name of Julie/Julia inspiration. I’m awed by her determination and self-discipline. An online audience would seem to help with a sense of responsibility to others. I’m a throw-my-hat-over-the-fence kind of girl myself. I didn’t teach aerobics for the love of exercise as much for the benefit of forced fitness.
But I’m not sure I’m brave enough to actually blog. Putting my thoughts out there for real people is much more intimidating than writing to the future like I do in my journal. Besides. It isn’t just me who could be stalked, kidnapped and murdered. I have seven amazing and slightly clueless children in need of protection.
So I may just write here daily. I may publish you on my facebook page. I have several hours to decide since today is the day I begin my year long project, and it’s only 8:59 A.M..
When I say a year of no television, I do NOT mean I don’t get to watch movies. Puleeze. I have to actually survive the upbringing of my children. I am the chief cook, bottle washer, laundry doer, bed maker, vacumer, decorator, disciplinarian, window washer, educator and book reader for my children. I survive, (and excel) in doing these mundane chores with the help of screen distraction. The average day for me over the last year would include getting up with the Today show, watching the news while I get ready for the day, watching more news while I cook breakfast and supervise children, turn on the British Channel for a daily dose of inspiration from “How Clean is Your House” while I clean, (and boy is that an inspiring show!!!), running errands, folding laundry, teaching highschool three days a week and college one night, and collapsing to Jay Lenno at night. So I count it as an act of self-discipline to slip a disk into my portable tv and lug it around the house while I clean, fold, polish, scrub and organize. I limit myself to chickflicks by choice. I don’t watch anything R rated. I freely admit to having lines from You’ve Got Mail, Sense and Sensibility, Miss Potter, Sleepless in Seattle and My Best Friend’s Wedding memorized.
That has been my method of surviving housework for the last few weeks. Before that, we had cable. Then we moved.
John Bytheway
And we listened to John Bytheway’s CD about the horrors of television. I bought the cd and knew that Doug would be more motivated than I to not get cable. We are in a new home and we are yet to hook up a land line, let alone cable tv and the internet. I go to the local coffee shop daily to check my emails, family website and facebook. But I recognize it is good for me to not have the temptations of brain dead fodder. I know it is better for my sons to have less influence of Sponge Bob Square Pants and more of S.E. Hinton. We have been reading The Outsiders out loud at night. S.E. Hinton wrote the first chapter when she was only in high school. I did things like shake my eating-disorderedly small booty with the tridels or donned the bunny costume and trotted around as the school mascot in highschool. I was also nicknamed “Queen of the Space Cadets” by the cute, male, fresh-out-of-college-and-adored-by-all English Teacher.
But I digress.
I actually know John Bytheway. This isn’t to say he knows me. I’ve met him on several occasions. I’ve been the speaker in the room next to his at EFY for sixteen different speeches. I’m his biggest fan. I told the kids in my class to be really quiet and we would just listen to Brother Bytheway.
Of course we didn’t.
I actually taught my prepared material and secretly hoped the kids in John’s class wondered what the laughter was about when our class errupted, (as is the whole point of me teaching EFY.) in spontaneous if not irreverent mirth. Second to laughing myself, my greatest love in life is making others laugh. Being right next to John at EFY was kind of like having a gorgeous roommate in college who attracts guys like flies to honey and you get to take whatever leftovers there are. My room was packed because if the kids couldn’t get in Bro Bytheway’s class, they came to mine.
So I feel this amazing professional connection to the guy. He is who hundreds of us CES peops wanna be when we grow up. I love his cds and love that teens love them. Especially mine.
I really appreciated what he said about turning off the screens. I also admire his amazing self-discipline. I’m not ready to get up at 5 and write, and perhaps that means I will never be a serious author, but I am a mother first. In my culture and in my mind, that makes it almost okay.
Almost
I still feel like a slacker. So I am here. Writing. Doing SOMETHING!!! Dishes are easier. You start with a dirty sink full and end with order. But perhaps all the ideas screaming around in my head need to be put in order too. So here I am.
Thanks John.
A.J. Jacobs
I read his amazing book The Year of Living Biblically when I was teaching the Old Testament in Institute which for you friends of other Faiths is the Mormon University level religious instruction. I sent him a thank you note and he actually wrote back. It was personal and everything.
He had a plan similar to Julia Powel’s, albeit years before. He decided to spend a year of his liberal Jewish life living every law of the bible literally by the book. He established ground rules for himself which included keeping in line with current laws. For example, even though the law of Moses said to stone an adulterer to death he couldn’t actually kill anyone because it is against our laws, (in case you didn’t know.). So when he knew an acquaintance was having an affair he merely tossed a handful of pebbles at them when they weren’t looking.
It was a hilarious book. I loved it. And quite honestly, in many ways I could relate better to his work than to Julie Powel’s likely because I know the bible a whole lot better than I know Julia Child’s cookbooks.
So here I go. To whoever reads this, wish me luck. If nothing else, it will be a learning experience.
I miss my television friends. But I’m amazed by the nature outside my window and I’m hoping to memorize the script of the six hour long A&E version of Pride and Prejudice while I do housework. I plan to listen to several books on CD and who knows what else in my pursuit of doing something more useful with my life than watching advertisements.
Here are the rules:
I have to write something every day about how NOT having cable television is changing my life.
I am NOT allowed to feel guilty for writing as little as one sentence.
I am NOT allowed to worry too much about what other people think. This is an exercise in commitment and accomplishment and if along the way, I offend or don’t impress, that is Okeedokee!
I know. It doesn’t sound like much of a rulebook. But for me, this is a real challenge.
Go me!!!
August 28, 2009
The kids started school day before yesterday. It is the time of the year when stay-in-minivan Moms who just moved across the country realize it is A) time to reinvent themselves and B) goal setting time. Not only am I faced with six hours of no kids at home, I am also adjusting to having moved to a new town. On top of that, my brother died this summer. He was 53 and had cancer. Longevity does not run in my family. I fully expect to die doing something physical in my sixties as did my mother and her mother. So now is the time for Lol to prepare to not only meet God, but to leave something interesting behind. I would hate to not leave anything interesting. My biggest fear and avoidance in life is boredom. I am spurred on by my recent discovery of the written word. No, not scripture. Although I found myself unable to read anything but the bible in the weeks before and after Ben died. But since then, I have been just reading. Not even listening to books on cd which is one of the methods my add brain has used to prevent boredom and accomplish something, but actually reading the written word of those industrious souls who have brightened lives and minds with names like S.E. Hinton, Julie Powel and A.J. Jacobs with a little Jane Austen thrown in for culture.
I have a roaring case of Attention Deficit Disorder. I have yet to be diagnosed. It is a wonder to me that anyone with ADD actually can get herself together enough to make, (and keep), an appointment with a mental health care professional, fill out the required 400 pages of information on her past, and go through whatever else is entailed in getting a diagnosis that is deemed legitimate by the neuro typicals of the planet.
My self-diagnosis comes from my own educational experience, personal reading, self observation and of course, watching my kids re-live the travesties of my own childhood. Plus I have hung on my brother’s diagnosis. He was married to the queen of neurotypicals.
But all that is beside the point. Or maybe it IS the point. I feel very under accomplished, frustrated with my lame life and ready to do something more. I decided to record my life without television for the next year. I’m inspired chiefly by Julie Powel, John Bytheway, and A.J. Jacobs. In the next few paragraphs, you will read how each of these souls have touched mine:
Julie Powel
This young little spring chicken of a 29-year-old, (granted I had four children between the ages of 8 and 3 at that age and I was living in East Cleveland, AKA the planet Mars.), decided to cook everything in Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking and blog about it. Since then, she has produced a book, a movie and I’m sure she is basking in the glow of fame, fortune and fan clubs. I cried in the movie when the actor portraying Julie tells her husband of her Attention Deficit Disorder. I didn’t even get to see the whole movie. I snuck out of the 3rd Ice Age amid our family celebration of the last day of summer. I only saw about the first half and can’t wait to see the rest. In the meanwhile, I have read and re-read the book and I’m inspired. I’m motivated. I’m sure there are millions of others starting blogs in the name of Julie/Julia inspiration. I’m awed by her determination and self-discipline. An online audience would seem to help with a sense of responsibility to others. I’m a throw-my-hat-over-the-fence kind of girl myself. I didn’t teach aerobics for the love of exercise as much for the benefit of forced fitness.
But I’m not sure I’m brave enough to actually blog. Putting my thoughts out there for real people is much more intimidating than writing to the future like I do in my journal. Besides. It isn’t just me who could be stalked, kidnapped and murdered. I have seven amazing and slightly clueless children in need of protection.
So I may just write here daily. I may publish you on my facebook page. I have several hours to decide since today is the day I begin my year long project, and it’s only 8:59 A.M..
When I say a year of no television, I do NOT mean I don’t get to watch movies. Puleeze. I have to actually survive the upbringing of my children. I am the chief cook, bottle washer, laundry doer, bed maker, vacumer, decorator, disciplinarian, window washer, educator and book reader for my children. I survive, (and excel) in doing these mundane chores with the help of screen distraction. The average day for me over the last year would include getting up with the Today show, watching the news while I get ready for the day, watching more news while I cook breakfast and supervise children, turn on the British Channel for a daily dose of inspiration from “How Clean is Your House” while I clean, (and boy is that an inspiring show!!!), running errands, folding laundry, teaching highschool three days a week and college one night, and collapsing to Jay Lenno at night. So I count it as an act of self-discipline to slip a disk into my portable tv and lug it around the house while I clean, fold, polish, scrub and organize. I limit myself to chickflicks by choice. I don’t watch anything R rated. I freely admit to having lines from You’ve Got Mail, Sense and Sensibility, Miss Potter, Sleepless in Seattle and My Best Friend’s Wedding memorized.
That has been my method of surviving housework for the last few weeks. Before that, we had cable. Then we moved.
John Bytheway
And we listened to John Bytheway’s CD about the horrors of television. I bought the cd and knew that Doug would be more motivated than I to not get cable. We are in a new home and we are yet to hook up a land line, let alone cable tv and the internet. I go to the local coffee shop daily to check my emails, family website and facebook. But I recognize it is good for me to not have the temptations of brain dead fodder. I know it is better for my sons to have less influence of Sponge Bob Square Pants and more of S.E. Hinton. We have been reading The Outsiders out loud at night. S.E. Hinton wrote the first chapter when she was only in high school. I did things like shake my eating-disorderedly small booty with the tridels or donned the bunny costume and trotted around as the school mascot in highschool. I was also nicknamed “Queen of the Space Cadets” by the cute, male, fresh-out-of-college-and-adored-by-all English Teacher.
But I digress.
I actually know John Bytheway. This isn’t to say he knows me. I’ve met him on several occasions. I’ve been the speaker in the room next to his at EFY for sixteen different speeches. I’m his biggest fan. I told the kids in my class to be really quiet and we would just listen to Brother Bytheway.
Of course we didn’t.
I actually taught my prepared material and secretly hoped the kids in John’s class wondered what the laughter was about when our class errupted, (as is the whole point of me teaching EFY.) in spontaneous if not irreverent mirth. Second to laughing myself, my greatest love in life is making others laugh. Being right next to John at EFY was kind of like having a gorgeous roommate in college who attracts guys like flies to honey and you get to take whatever leftovers there are. My room was packed because if the kids couldn’t get in Bro Bytheway’s class, they came to mine.
So I feel this amazing professional connection to the guy. He is who hundreds of us CES peops wanna be when we grow up. I love his cds and love that teens love them. Especially mine.
I really appreciated what he said about turning off the screens. I also admire his amazing self-discipline. I’m not ready to get up at 5 and write, and perhaps that means I will never be a serious author, but I am a mother first. In my culture and in my mind, that makes it almost okay.
Almost
I still feel like a slacker. So I am here. Writing. Doing SOMETHING!!! Dishes are easier. You start with a dirty sink full and end with order. But perhaps all the ideas screaming around in my head need to be put in order too. So here I am.
Thanks John.
A.J. Jacobs
I read his amazing book The Year of Living Biblically when I was teaching the Old Testament in Institute which for you friends of other Faiths is the Mormon University level religious instruction. I sent him a thank you note and he actually wrote back. It was personal and everything.
He had a plan similar to Julia Powel’s, albeit years before. He decided to spend a year of his liberal Jewish life living every law of the bible literally by the book. He established ground rules for himself which included keeping in line with current laws. For example, even though the law of Moses said to stone an adulterer to death he couldn’t actually kill anyone because it is against our laws, (in case you didn’t know.). So when he knew an acquaintance was having an affair he merely tossed a handful of pebbles at them when they weren’t looking.
It was a hilarious book. I loved it. And quite honestly, in many ways I could relate better to his work than to Julie Powel’s likely because I know the bible a whole lot better than I know Julia Child’s cookbooks.
So here I go. To whoever reads this, wish me luck. If nothing else, it will be a learning experience.
I miss my television friends. But I’m amazed by the nature outside my window and I’m hoping to memorize the script of the six hour long A&E version of Pride and Prejudice while I do housework. I plan to listen to several books on CD and who knows what else in my pursuit of doing something more useful with my life than watching advertisements.
Here are the rules:
I have to write something every day about how NOT having cable television is changing my life.
I am NOT allowed to feel guilty for writing as little as one sentence.
I am NOT allowed to worry too much about what other people think. This is an exercise in commitment and accomplishment and if along the way, I offend or don’t impress, that is Okeedokee!
I know. It doesn’t sound like much of a rulebook. But for me, this is a real challenge.
Go me!!!
Monday, August 17, 2009
some of my latest poetry!!!
Ode to Las Vegas
I’m on my way to the city of sin
They say if it happens there it will stay in
But sin tends to wander and float on the air
It gunks up the highway and sticks in your hair
It may cause a pregnancy or a disease
It sticks to your soul like a rat carries fleas
And it spreads to others and sticks on them too
Spreading spiritual germs like the plague or the flu
(it clings to your soul like old gum on your shoe)
And when people go home they take it along
It weighs down the load and it sours the song
When you go to Vegas, please watch what you do
Because your integrity goes home with you
And others are influenced by every act
You = your actions is simply a fact
I wonder how God sees the city of sin
I hope when the dust settles I’m not there in
Cultured
I am a cultural morman and I don’t drink tea or beer
I always dress up nice for church and love the people here
But if you smell of smoke or drink you better not come in
Cause I will just ignore you and your stench of filthy sin
Jesus is my pilot; I have covenanted with him
If I hang with the likes of you my precious light could dim!
I will not touch a drop of joe and those who do, I’ll snub!
And if you make mistakes your nose in it I’ll have to rub
I’ll be a missionary ‘cause that is what I am ‘sposed to
But emulate the words I say, don’t do the things I do
Converted
I’m a converted member of the church of Jesus Christ
I am not lured away by sin nor by gossip enticed
Because I love my Savior I will love each one of you
And when you are in need I’ll be prepared to help you through
I follow in His footsteps and sometimes I make mistakes
I’m no stranger to repentance. I know what it takes
I will be a friend to those who seem to have no one
I will love them as I have been loved by Father’s Son
You don’t need to listen to the wisdom that I give
But together we will learn His word and by Him live
I’m on my way to the city of sin
They say if it happens there it will stay in
But sin tends to wander and float on the air
It gunks up the highway and sticks in your hair
It may cause a pregnancy or a disease
It sticks to your soul like a rat carries fleas
And it spreads to others and sticks on them too
Spreading spiritual germs like the plague or the flu
(it clings to your soul like old gum on your shoe)
And when people go home they take it along
It weighs down the load and it sours the song
When you go to Vegas, please watch what you do
Because your integrity goes home with you
And others are influenced by every act
You = your actions is simply a fact
I wonder how God sees the city of sin
I hope when the dust settles I’m not there in
Cultured
I am a cultural morman and I don’t drink tea or beer
I always dress up nice for church and love the people here
But if you smell of smoke or drink you better not come in
Cause I will just ignore you and your stench of filthy sin
Jesus is my pilot; I have covenanted with him
If I hang with the likes of you my precious light could dim!
I will not touch a drop of joe and those who do, I’ll snub!
And if you make mistakes your nose in it I’ll have to rub
I’ll be a missionary ‘cause that is what I am ‘sposed to
But emulate the words I say, don’t do the things I do
Converted
I’m a converted member of the church of Jesus Christ
I am not lured away by sin nor by gossip enticed
Because I love my Savior I will love each one of you
And when you are in need I’ll be prepared to help you through
I follow in His footsteps and sometimes I make mistakes
I’m no stranger to repentance. I know what it takes
I will be a friend to those who seem to have no one
I will love them as I have been loved by Father’s Son
You don’t need to listen to the wisdom that I give
But together we will learn His word and by Him live
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Courage Cuddles
Now Dolly Dear
You have been here
A long time
Almost a year
And we have played
WIth one another
That you were baby
And I was mother.
But now I have
To leave you home
And go to preschool
on my own
It will be hard
but don't you cry
One has to leave
the nest to fly
You will be safe
here on my bed
with teddy bear
and pillowed head
and Mommy will
look in on you
as good Grandmas
are 'sposed to do
She said I have
to grow and learn
she went to school
now its my turn
Just one more hug
and don't you cry
if you can be brave
so can I
You have been here
A long time
Almost a year
And we have played
WIth one another
That you were baby
And I was mother.
But now I have
To leave you home
And go to preschool
on my own
It will be hard
but don't you cry
One has to leave
the nest to fly
You will be safe
here on my bed
with teddy bear
and pillowed head
and Mommy will
look in on you
as good Grandmas
are 'sposed to do
She said I have
to grow and learn
she went to school
now its my turn
Just one more hug
and don't you cry
if you can be brave
so can I
Courage Cuddles
Now Dolly Dear
You have been here
A long time
Almost a year
And we have played
With one another
That you were baby
And I was mother.
But now I have
to leave you home
and go to preschool
on my own
It will be hard
but don't you cry
One has to leave
the nest to fly
You will be safe
here on my bed
with teddy bear
and pillowed head
and Mommy will
look in on you
as good Grandmas
are 'sposed to do
She said I have
to grow and learn
she went to school
now its my turn
Just one more hug
and don't you cry
if you can be brave
so can I
You have been here
A long time
Almost a year
And we have played
With one another
That you were baby
And I was mother.
But now I have
to leave you home
and go to preschool
on my own
It will be hard
but don't you cry
One has to leave
the nest to fly
You will be safe
here on my bed
with teddy bear
and pillowed head
and Mommy will
look in on you
as good Grandmas
are 'sposed to do
She said I have
to grow and learn
she went to school
now its my turn
Just one more hug
and don't you cry
if you can be brave
so can I
Monday, April 6, 2009
April 5, 2009
Sammy just told me he is opening a hospital for all of his stuffed animals who have been chewed up by Brinkley.
Sam was likely inspired by our trip to the ER yesterday. Yes. Doug is out of town, which by Murphy's and Debenham law, a medical emergency is destined to take place.Drew got his head glued back together after having it sliced open by the edge of a snowboard.
Ya. Glue. Go figure.
Doug told me he had a suture kit and he would gladly walk me through sewing it up myself.I didn't hesitate before rejecting that plan. But after watching the nurse and doc with the hot glue gun, (just kidding) it wasn't hot...I mean the super glue...(Now this is technically not far from the truth. I know because I asked. He, (the doc), said it actually was exactly the same as superglue, just steryl.
Now how do you sterylize superglue? I dunno. Question for another day.
Now back to my story...)Where was I? Oh ya.
After watching the doc and nurse I realize I could have done this at home. All I would have had to do is clean up all the blood, squeeze some antibiotic ointment into my child's head, have Lila get smelling salts as by this time I will be out cold and puking my guts out, then get my tube of superglue and squeeze some in and hold it shut until it is dried.Okay so I would rather pay the $100 co-payment and have the professionals do the dirty work.I seriously almost passed out cold. And that was just during the washing up part. I was remembering what a comfort it was for Mom to hold my hand or my whole person when getting a shot, so I was trying to 'be' there for Drew.
It is close to impossible to be there for your baby when he has blood flowing from his head. In fact, Drew had to ask me a couple of times if I was okay.If I could only get my boys interested in some other kind of board. Surf, skate and snow all are potentially lethal.Now ironing...Haven't heard of too many trips to the hospital from a fatal ironing board incident.
But then, these are my boys. Please all knock on wood.
Spencer came home and told me about his latest run-in with the principal. He took a petition in to her signed by all of his fellow fifth graders. His mission was to eliminate the forced wearing of snowpants in the month of April. He didn't get the results he wanted, (Ms. Principal said, 'no way'), but his mom is thrilled.That little Aspergian has come a LONG way. This is the same boy who couldn't give an oral report in 3rd grade. Now he is initiating contact with other students and leading them down the hall to the principal's office, petition in hand and change on his mind!I'm so proud I could burst.Hopefullly that won't happen because we've already been to the ER our share of visits.
Sammy just told me he is opening a hospital for all of his stuffed animals who have been chewed up by Brinkley.
Sam was likely inspired by our trip to the ER yesterday. Yes. Doug is out of town, which by Murphy's and Debenham law, a medical emergency is destined to take place.Drew got his head glued back together after having it sliced open by the edge of a snowboard.
Ya. Glue. Go figure.
Doug told me he had a suture kit and he would gladly walk me through sewing it up myself.I didn't hesitate before rejecting that plan. But after watching the nurse and doc with the hot glue gun, (just kidding) it wasn't hot...I mean the super glue...(Now this is technically not far from the truth. I know because I asked. He, (the doc), said it actually was exactly the same as superglue, just steryl.
Now how do you sterylize superglue? I dunno. Question for another day.
Now back to my story...)Where was I? Oh ya.
After watching the doc and nurse I realize I could have done this at home. All I would have had to do is clean up all the blood, squeeze some antibiotic ointment into my child's head, have Lila get smelling salts as by this time I will be out cold and puking my guts out, then get my tube of superglue and squeeze some in and hold it shut until it is dried.Okay so I would rather pay the $100 co-payment and have the professionals do the dirty work.I seriously almost passed out cold. And that was just during the washing up part. I was remembering what a comfort it was for Mom to hold my hand or my whole person when getting a shot, so I was trying to 'be' there for Drew.
It is close to impossible to be there for your baby when he has blood flowing from his head. In fact, Drew had to ask me a couple of times if I was okay.If I could only get my boys interested in some other kind of board. Surf, skate and snow all are potentially lethal.Now ironing...Haven't heard of too many trips to the hospital from a fatal ironing board incident.
But then, these are my boys. Please all knock on wood.
Spencer came home and told me about his latest run-in with the principal. He took a petition in to her signed by all of his fellow fifth graders. His mission was to eliminate the forced wearing of snowpants in the month of April. He didn't get the results he wanted, (Ms. Principal said, 'no way'), but his mom is thrilled.That little Aspergian has come a LONG way. This is the same boy who couldn't give an oral report in 3rd grade. Now he is initiating contact with other students and leading them down the hall to the principal's office, petition in hand and change on his mind!I'm so proud I could burst.Hopefullly that won't happen because we've already been to the ER our share of visits.
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