Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder

Recently, I was diagnosed with C.A. A. D. D. -
Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the basement, I notice that there are Cheerios all over the floor and my house keys are in the cereal bowl.

I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay my keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trashcan under the counter, and notice that the trashcan is full. So, I decide to take out the trash.

But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash I may as well pay the bills first. I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left, my extra checks are in my desk in the office, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of juice. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put the sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the sippy cup a plant on the counter catches my eye--it needs to be watered. I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the plants. I set the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote, left on the kitchen table.

I realize that when I go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that
it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll
water the plants. I splash some water on the plant, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the
remote back down, get some paper towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I
was planning to do.

At the end of the day: the laundry isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm cup of juice
sitting on the counter, the plants aren't watered, there is still only one check in my check book, I
can't find the remote, I can't find the wipes, and I don't remember what I did with my keys. Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day
long, and I'm really tired.

I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my
e-mail. Do me a favor, will you? Forward this message, because I don't remember to whom it has been sent.

this is not my own...i dont know who wrote it but it is soooooo true.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Pink Slip

Dear oppressive part of my inner self;

I am here by releasing you of your self appointed dutys.
Sabotage is no longer needed.
Self doubt has been removed from your job description.
Feelings of inferiority are due to be replaced with confidence this very day.
Second guessing and shutting down, although you have 100% efficiency in these areas, have been deemed counter productive and are not in accordance with the newly revised vision statement.
There will be no compensation pay and you may take nothing with you.
All pieces of me you have, over the years, been claiming as your own will need to be relinquished at the end of this reading; along with your badge and keys.
In light of these developments a new position is being formed in which the Spirit himself will reside.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Riley's Song

this poem is written by my mother Marlene Macauley, about the birth of my 4 child Riley.

Song of Riley’s
Today the doctor says,
“There’s a baby ready”
“There’s a babe ready to sing her Ready Song
Mama, Dada, Miss Tammi, Gushi, and Ma
We say,
“We know that”
We ready for that singing too!
The bag be ready
Mama hair be ready
Yesterday the name got ready
Baby, she know she ready now
So mama, dada, miss tammi, gushi and ma
We sit we talk we time we count we wait
There a baby ready
There’s a baby getting ready to sing her Ready Song
We sit we talk we time we count we wait some more
Until Mama say it’s time to call that doctor
It’s time to see if baby ready to start her song
At the hospital
Dada, Miss Tammie, Gushi and Ma
We become a small marching band , marching behind Mama
We’re loaded down with bags for Mama
We’re loaded down with bags for Baby
We march into that elevator
Baby’s own private marchin band
Makin the Song of the Ready Baby
We stand there hummin That Song
Waiting for the elevator to move us on up
Move us on up to the baby ready room
When we get there,
Doctor says That Baby ready, - maybe
Walk the hall and we’ll see if we can hear her song
So Dada walk with Mama
Miss Tammi walk with Mama
Gushi walk with Mama
Ma walk with Mama
But the only singing is our own
The only singing is the song of the ready Baby that only we sing
So we become the small parade marching back down the hall
We march to that elevator
We march back to the house
We sit we talk we time we count we wait
“There a Baby ready, now,” Mama say,
“She’s starting to hum her Ready Song now.”
Mama hears her humming
Dada hears her, Miss Tammi and Gushi and Ma hear her humming too
At the Hospital Again
We march our parade right on up to the Baby ready room
Doctor say, “Baby be ready, now.”
“We hear her humming too.”
So we start hummin the Song of the Ready Baby again
But Mama, she start singin that song
She start to sing loud
She sing for that Baby
She sing for that Pain
She sing for that Hard Work she got goin on
Then doctor say,
“I’ll help her sing that song.”
“She’ll start singin it slow and sweet, her Baby Song”
And help her he did
And Mama’s song got slow and sweet and ready for Baby
We sit we talk we time we count we wait - we ready
We listen to Baby hummin, humming that ready song
But then Baby, she start singin her Song
We all hear it
She start to sing her here I come song and the I can’t wait song
Her singing is sweet and clear
But after awhile her songs they start getting soft,
She keeps loosin her voice
“Sing loud, Baby, sing loud”, we say, we can’t hear you anymore – Sing loud
But she don’t, and her singing gets low and lower and lower
Until the doctor rushes in and says,
“It’s time we make this Baby sing her song loud and louder”
The doctor say,
“Baby need to sing loud and louder whether she ready or not”
Mama you need to start singing loud and louder whether you’re ready or not
So sing mama does – She sings her I’m ready for my baby now song – and she sing so loud we can’t understand the words no more
So Dada Miss Tammi Gushi Ma they start singing their Worry Song
Doctors and nurses start singing the Hurry Up and Get Born Song
Mama start singin the Low Deep Pushing Song
We’re all ready and we’re all singing loud
Now sing Baby, sing, you have to join our singing too
Baby’s voice starts to join in low at first but it starts to gets loud and louder
And Finally, our Baby start singin her own song
And we stop our singin and just listen
We listen to her Here I Am Song!
“Here I am sweet and pink and singin loud
That cord around my neck can’t stop my song
That knot in that cord can’t stop it neither
Nothin can stop my song.”
So we all here now and we all be ready now to sing with baby
To Sing with Baby Riley Zion Elizabeth Toon her song
Sing that Life Song
That Here I Am Song
That Welcome World Song
And we all sing together sweet and loud, “Amen and Amen!”

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

love adds a little chocolate

In the book Love Adds a Little Chocolate, Linda Andersen writes:
Duty can pack an adequate sack lunch, but love may decide to enclose a little love note inside... Obligation sends the children to bed on time, but love tucks the covers in around their necks and passes out kisses and hugs (even to teenagers!)... Duty gets offended quickly if it isn't appreciated, but love learns to laugh a lot and work for the sheer joy of doing it. Obligation can pour a glass of milk, but quite often, love adds a little chocolate.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

save the rain

i love my rain barrel!
It collects and stores the rain that runs off the roof.
Ive been using it to water my flowers.

They are super easy to make and attach to your house

Friday, July 11, 2008

Recycle is good Upcycle is better

Ive been saving my can from the kitchen for some time now......just waiting for a good idea on how to use them.

They work great for office organization and my husband has some in his workshop. But that just seemed to obvious and boring.

So i went to the garden. Now my cans are becoming rustic homes for the ever growing population of "chicks n hens". Im not sure how they'll do in the winter....i might put them in the gaurage.

Painted Trash Cans.......Why Not?

Thanks to a little paint and some spray lacquer, I now have the nicest trash on the block.

Monday, May 19, 2008

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Sunday, April 13, 2008

CRACKING THE PRODUCE CODES

Jay Weinstein, Forecast Earth Food Correspondent
While the mind-numbing debate still rages over whether local is better than organic, or local organic is better than local conventional, everyone agrees that you should get what you pay for. It's not always as easy as it sounds. Have you ever looked at two bins of apples, one labeled "organic," and the other "conventional," and wondered if the apples might not be the same? I have. And since discovering a little secret of the produce industry, I've found that you really have to be a detective in the aisles these days.
The secret is the price look-up (PLU) codes. They're an international numbering standard that identifies each type of produce, so that computerized cash registers can ring up the cost of fruits and vegetables automatically. They're also a powerhouse of information for savvy shoppers. The code indicates whether the item is a conventional, organic or genetically modified (GM) crop.
The codes are based on four-digit numbers for conventional produce, to which an extra digit is added to indicate organic or GM status. If the number is five digits beginning with a 9, then the item is organic. If the item is five digits beginning in 8, then it is a genetically modified crop. For example, the PLU code for bananas is 4011. If the PLU sticker on the banana bunch reads 94011, then they are organic bananas. If the PLU sticker reads 84011, then the bananas are a genetically modified variety.
There are PLU code stickers on virtually every piece of fruit, banded around every head of lettuce or bunch of spinach, and stamped onto the bag of every bag of organic salad greens. But that doesn't prevent certain confused grocers from mislabeling them. I've discovered conventional Fuji apples (4129) in the "organic Fuji apples" (94129) bin many times. It's strange that I've never found organic apples in the conventional bin. In any case, knowing the codes will ensure that you get what you intended to get every time you shop.
Jay Weinstein's blog posts are provided by LifeWire, a part of The New York Times Company.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Opt out of phone book deliveries

Try opting out of phone book deliveries.
Who uses a phone book anymore any way?

Click keys, save trees.

AT&T/YellowPages: 1.800.792.2665
Verizon: 1.888.266.5965
Yellow Book: 1.800.373.3280 or 1.800.373.2324

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Poem by Edgar Guest

Sermons We See
by Edgar Guest
I'd rather see a sermon than hear one any day;

I'd rather one should walk with me than merely tell the way.
The eye's a better pupil and more willing than the ear,
Fine counsel is confusing, but example's always clear;
And the best of all the preachers are the men who live their creeds,
For to see good put in action is what everybody needs.

I soon can learn to do it if you'll let me see it done;
I can watch your hands in action, but your tongue too fast may run.
And the lecture you deliver may be very wise and true,
But I'd rather get my lessons by observing what you do;
For I might misunderstand you and the high advise you give,
But there's no misunderstanding how you act and how you live.