It's my status and I'll yawn if I want to

So, it has occurred to me recently that I just may not be exciting enough to entertain a Face book page let alone a whole, entire, some-web-experience-necessary blog.

Not that I'm quitting either of them because I'm not. I'm just using this as an informational session so that you realize how hard I try to keep both somewhat interesting.

It's just that, well, I've come to this new self-awareness phase that leads me to believe people don't, or shouldn't, really care all that much about what I wear, what I eat, that I got a hair-cut, or that my immediate plans include spending an hour this morning surface cleaning my house. See? Not all that exciting. Also - I hit my big toe on the leg of a table while I was doing it and didn't even deem that post-worthy.

The truth is I'm having a hard time discriminating between mundane ordinary happenings in my life and those that might be deemed noteworthy or warrant a status update or blog post.

There are things going on in my life, sure. But do people want to know about all of them? Probably not. Suffice it to say that I, too, hate Mondays, sometimes I feel like crap (thank you DNA that includes suffering from allergies to various things 12 months out of the year) and for the record I'm never sure what to make for dinner. But even when I do decide I probably won't take a picture of it and post it on the Internet when it's done (but there are other reasons for that).

I don't post inspirational quotes very often  (although I do like them), I haven't memorized enough bible passages to include them in my daily musings and while I'm occasionally witty (although my husbands says not as often as I'd like to think) I usually forget the really good stuff before I get a chance to type it in.

I do enjoy books and movies. Both of these are pretty universal topics. Things I've liked recently from these categories include 'We Bought a Zoo.' (Matt Damon is fabulous in everything). New books I've enjoyed recently include Mirror Mirror, Geek Love (both passed on to me by a friend) and, of course all three Hunger Games because, really, who hasn't? And I am always, always open to book suggestions from my friends and blog readers. 

I do belong to both a bookclub and a writer's group and sometimes I like to post about those. Then I can be interesting by association.

So, in a nutshell... If I post on my Face book and update my blog I'm probably still not driving you to the edge of your seat. But I do strive to be interesting. Or you know ... make it worth 5 - 30 seconds worth of your time because you have your own status to update.

For those that really do have inquiring minds: No, I couldn't sleep last night so I got up and finished a really good book at 2 a.m. I had peanut butter on a slice of bread for lunch today. It's 64 degrees this afternoon and yes, I do love it. Also - It's looking pretty much like pork roast for dinner at our house and I took a pass on posting about any of it.

I'm a work in progress.

Always a work in progress.

10 Upcoming things I'm excited for

1. Spring.  To be followed by summer.
2. Sunshine. On my face, my legs, my arms and anyplace else it deems fit to shine.
3. To see the movie 'The Hunger Games'. (I'm about to start the second book and I'm in the process of cramming them all in before the big premiere later this month).
4.A partial kitchen makeover at some point. (To be determined by the amount of free time we have mixed in with all of the other things we have already planned in the months to come). We are big on ideas and short on time but just a year out from our final grad party so by this time next year we'll be admiring the finished product. (Besides boys are so very hard on things - and there's a little desire to procrastinate).
5. Flowers, flowers, flowers.
6. A handful of weddings.
7. My son-in-law's return from the Marines so we can get on with the business of becoming a full and complete family.
8. Chasing the dog around the yard. (Meaning out of flower beds).
9. Several treks to my parents' house so the boys can hunt and fish and chop wood and do all of the other very 'male' things there are to do there along with the perpetual campfire that everyone gathers around nightly.
10. Writing. Lots and lots of writing.

A mini book discussion

A good book.  There's nothing like it.
I just read one and I'm recommending it.
It's a book by an author about an author interviewing a famous author. Suffice it to say everyone in this book loves words and books and the telling of a good story. And, by the way, there actually is a pretty interesting story within the pages as an added bonus. There's even a little mystery to figure out. It has almost everything Awesome.

A writer/reader friend of mine borrowed the book to me and it came out around 2006.. I'm not sure how easy it will be to find but it's worth a little hunt if you love getting caught up in the world of storytelling..



My book club is currently reading this book.

This one will be much easier to find because it's his latest book  but beware... it's a long story but it was a fast read for me and I was immediately caught up in the story and this is another great book.

I've read three or four other Stephen King books (includng "On Writing" because I definately admire his talents as a writer) but I'm not a dedicated reader of his novels (the gory stuff and all). This book, however, is an adventure ... one that includes a little time travel which is always fun to contemplate and he has created such interesting characters to travel with.
Stephen King - I'm hooked and this tale was entertaining enough that I'm going to pick up some of the books by you that I've previously passed up before and was too scared to read..

My next book?  Until our bookclub meets next week to pick a new title I'm starting The Hunger Games. I wanted to read it before I saw the movie and my daughter already had all three in the series.

What are you reading? If it's something you'd like to recommend, drop me a line - Summers coming!!

Shhhhhhhhhhh! I'm making an audio memory

I have learned to capture my memories in ways other than still photographs.
They are a little harder to share but most of them are personal memories anyway.

I'm not a genius or an originator of a great idea by any means - I actually think I started doing this because I'm more or less scatterbrained.  When my kids were little and we won the big game or the cutest thing on earth was happening I was the mom that stood in the background and repeatedly asked of all of the other mothers armed with 35 millimeters and Canon One-Shots..., "Hey! Can I get a copy of that?"  Most of which you know never really happens because I'm just scatterbrained enough to forget to follow up on that too.

So at different points in the past dozen years or so when life has been happening all around me I've paused.

Just paused.

Watched.
And listened.

To the boys on the team cheer and laugh and debate on what the best pose for the photograph of a winning team might be anyway - who should stand where - should it be silly or 'straight up'.  I can hear the giggles of a dozen girls coming up from the basement on a Saturday night and the wail of my son's voice coming from the garage when his knee suffered the repercussions of a really bad bike jump attempt gone wrong. I can pick the memory of the first notes of the Wedding March at my daughter's wedding and remember exactly how that moment felt because I was making one of those mental recordings.

Because of this I don't have beautiful scrapbooks and organized photographs. I'm pretty sure other mothers have more pictures of my children then I do. Someday my kids will look through the beautiful books their friends' mothers made for them, laughing about their years growing up together, and realize I dropped the ball a little. But, I think they already have a clue in the ways I was inept at the job.
But I swear to God I can actually HEAR the things I've made mental audio recordings of. Somewhere in my brain there really is a magical zip drive full of these videos. The truth is sometimes I can smell the wet sand of the rain delay and I can feel the hair of the perfect tight braid the girls mastered in my kitchen. I can perfectly recall the sounds my kids singing along out of tune to a song on the radio on a summer day in the car. I know this is all pretty weird. But it's okay because you know what - maybe I am a genius.

And in the spirit of full disclosure ... I know a video camera would have accomplished the same thing and we have actually owned various models since the second our first baby was born. I...err...uh... usually forgot that too.

Tidings of Comfort and Joy

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Merry Christmas! Ho! Ho! Ho!  And fresh little springs of Mistletoe -

Chocolate goodies for one and all!  And multiple trips to the shopping malls

Glass balls fall each day from the tree   - We chase down the dog, pleading, “Give that to me!”

A piping hot cup of Hot Buttered Rum – That sits here beside me while this letter gets done.
Carols play on the radio – I look out the window and wonder ‘bout snow.

Is it coming or will it not?   It’s okay by me – cuz’I likes it hot.

We go over the river to St. Cloud this week. (Kayla’s a grad. Isn’t that sweet?)

They’ll give her a paper (that cost 40 grand).  We’ll all go to watch it and give her a hand.

She’s learned all they taught her (and might study more). But Pharmacy school is more years (like 4!)

She’s been selling drugs at a job that’s part-time. Legit!!  At the Wal-Mart (but I read your mind).

Kirstin still studies for nursing someday.  And she did alright while Ben was away.

They spent six long months while he was deployed - but he’s back in the states and she’s over-joyed.

And even better he’s flying back home and she won’t have to spend her Christmas alone.

It will make the whole holiday having him here … And together on New Year’s they’ll toast a whole year.

Kyle’s a junior at ole’ Brainerd High. If you saw him now – I swear you would die –

The hockey boys made a sort of a bet … about growing their hair and it’s still growing yet.

They slather the mousse and the spray all about - Its way worse than girls before they go out.

They talk styles and product (I know – I’ve heard!) ...The shears are on standby just waiting the word.

In March Kirk turned 50 he’s showing some wear – mostly memory and hearing.  (He’s still got his hair).

In June we were married for twenty five years. Celebrated in style with pizza and beers.

Just like it started way back in college … but oh now we have so much more knowledge.

We flew to Las Vegas with some friends this fall. We walked most the strip - hardly gambled at all.

Saw a few shows and took in the sights – And it’s true those fountains are way cool at night.

Most of our weekends this summer and spring - we spent up at mom’s helping with things.

The boys fished a little and hunted some too – They don’t have to look hard there for something to do.

In September she left us after such a good fight – And Christmas this year just hasn’t seemed right.

So here’s hoping your shopping is almost all done. And you find some time to fit in some fun.

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Its okay – There’s no need to feel bad if you do. (Chances are we have done it to you).

So Happy Holiday! May your wishes come true …and only the best things in life come to you!!

May your cheeks all be rosy - your Christmas cards done.  (May I recommend the Hot Buttered Rum?)

The Helmbergers

It's a Hard Knock Life

I probably have the perfect job.
I don't have to crawl out of bed, get dressed, brush my teeth, fight with my hair and report somewhere to punch anything to prove I was there.

Basically I can plan my job around my life and once in a while I walk to the mailbox to retrieve a paycheck - not a large one mind you, but one that gets to be semi-rewarding when I pool a couple together.  Also fortunate for me is the gift of a husband that has been willing to get out of bed, brush his teeth and do all of that other stuff so that he can actually leave the driveway and go to a real job.

Although my freelance writing doesn't always pay spades in hard cold cash I'm still rewarded with the opportunity to meet some pretty cool people and have some pretty great experiences.  It is an interesting gig this opportunity to write in my den in the dead of winter and on the front porch in the summer. People always ask - How do you know what to write about? Do they tell you what to do?
Sometimes they do. Sometimes I have an idea of my own and once in a while I get a phone call from someone who knows what I do and has a possible idea for a story. More than once a stranger in a store has come over and told me about something interesting and I've done a story on it.
I've written about food, shoes, the flu, high school graduation, camping equipment, walking trails, dogs, cats, grilling, babies, senior citizens, summer, fall winter and spring. I've wrote about thank-you notes and buying new cars. Garage sales and formal dances.
I've done several pieces on my own family and I've interviewed lots and lots of local residents. And now I'm writing a story about writing stories.
Just because I really do like to write I'm willing to do research on home flooring and school lunches.
I've interviewed child entrepreneurs and successful musical artists and couple of summers ago I, a non-swimmer, learned all about the world of sailing and a national race that was happening locally. Last winter I, a non-ice fisher person, drove 90 miles to talk to a well-known ice fishing expert. I have learned a lot sharing other people's expertise. Last fall I spoke with elementary school children diagnosed with Diabetes and was awed by how brave they handled their situations along with daily self-administered insulin injections.
Recently I took an assignment from a magazine in St.Cloud for a cover story about a young female BMX racer that has a great possibility of qualifying for the next Olympics. I interviewed her by phone in Baxter while she was at her home - the Olympic Training Center in Los Angeles. She was packing for a competition in South Africa.
How cool is that?!

Sometimes the world of freelance can be a little frustrating too. Often I get paid six months after I write an article and sometimes stories get killed altogether. After I've done the interview. After I've taken the time to sit down and write the article making sure I've met an editor's deadline. That's the not so fun part. Because even though I've done the work I might not see a dime. But it's something I know can happen.

I also write this blog. The one I don't update nearly enough. But Ive already made myself a promise to do better. That's what New Year's resolutions are for. (I'm also resolving to cook better, clean more thoroughly, exercise more often and a multitude of other things.)
Besides, I have interviews to do, topics to research and articles to write in my jammies.
I am going to be very busy.

I've got to remember...tis now is December

The tree is up.
Just one.
The one in the basement with the bulbs my kids have made and collected over the years is still sitting untouched at the bottom of the stairs beside the fireplace.
I will get to that one I swear I will.
Christmas is happening in baby steps this year.
I'm slowly getting in the mood.
Maybe it's because we don't have snow friends say. Truthfully, that would be cause for jubilation and celebration not disappointment.
And I'm not even very excited by that.
Grateful.
Just not excited or filled with jubilation and celebration.
Like normal.
Usually by this time I have my cards ordered, written, and stamped. Decorations sit on every shelf and flat surface and I've already played the holiday CDs multiple times in the kitchen CD player.
It will come.
I have two presents bought and wrapped and under the living room tree.
But it's December and there is so much more to do.
It's a start.
This year there will be no Christmas Day trek to my parents for a second celebration.
Their home is closed up until spring arrives.
Nobody is there.
We've locked the doors and the windows. We've turned down the temperature to a safe winter setting.
Already it doesn't feel like 'home' to me. It's nice to go there but it's just a gathering place for weekends for my brothers and I and our families.
It is definitely December.
Already we are a handful of days in.
And I know...I know...I am almost 50.  A grown up.
So this is the weekend I will dig through the other totes of decorations and lights.
I will put some more things up.
I know where the CDs are. I might even play them.
All of the songs except one.
The dumb one.
...I'll be home for Christmas.