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8.29.2013

In The 2nd Grade

In the 2nd Grade we hear stories about Yellow Jackets. Yellow Jackets that sting but that doesn't hurt, really. Yellow Jackets that are babies and hang out on the playground. Yellow Jackets that get smooshed on the sidewalk by your friends' scooter.

In the 2nd Grade we make sure our sentences have capital letters and periods. We make sure that our d's aren't really b's and that our b's aren't really d's.

In the 2nd Grade we name a chair that wobbles, Mr. Wobbles-obviously. Then we argue about who gets Mr. Wobbles every chance we get.

In the 2nd grade a conversation about Grammar makes us think of a youtube video big brother showed us of a guy, with no arms, doing cool tricks.

In the 2nd grade we pull teeth during Math Meeting, before 10 am. Even though we were told to leave it be. And because it's 10 a.m. your teacher wants to hurl by just looking at the blood, the hole, and the tooth. But your priceless grin keeps the heaving at bay.

In the 2nd grade we work hard but we play hard too. Some of us love to give hugs and all think counting by one's is easy peasy lemon squeasy but aren't too sure about words like "enough." Those dang digraphs.

Oh it's quite the days in the 2nd grade.

8.13.2013

Avoidance

Been a little absent again. I'm afraid I've come down with a heavy case of "Avoidmycomputericitis." It's been a pretty strong infection this time around.

You see August rolls around and I know that soon, far too soon, I'll be glued to this machine. I'll be reading "pertinent" emails, completing and turning in assignments, and checking grades. And frankly I'm not quite ready. But honestly I never will be. So for a few more days I'll bask in the rays of avoidance.

I'll check in when I need a break from denial.

Besides if I'm being a glass-half-full kinda gal, this is the last time August should make me cringe. Why? Because I graduate in December. Me. Graduating college. Finally and suddenly all at the same time. Well if I step away from the rays of avoidance in time and for long enough.

So what have I been doing? Well I've been picking beans and carrots. I've been reading and working on our flower beds. And I've been working on a little project involving these pretty things.


I've also been feeling the writing bug creeping up so I've started taking notes so hopefully I can start cranking out quality, insightful, and maybe even informative pieces.

For this moment though, I am going to go back to my post on the couch. I feel another wave of "avoidmycomputericitis" coming on. Until we meet again. 

Blessings! 

8.01.2013

Body Image.

A fun topic or not? For about every American woman I know it's not something we enjoy delving into. And when I look across the world, each culture has their own views on beauty creating their own sense of negative or positive body images. Think one African culture thats mothers force feed their daughters milk because frankly, obese is beautiful.

I found "How To Talk To Your Daughter About Her Body." It was intriguing to me so I read and what I found what something that resinated with me. I can't say I have body image issues. My friends would say that's because I'm thin and always have been. But while my friends were worried about their new hips and not eating carbs for the week, I never had the slightest inkling that my body was "wrong" or that I needed to cut foods to make myself look better.

Was that because my family ate a fairly real food diet? That we ate fresh green beans from our garden in the summer and canned them for the winter months. Or maybe it was because we didn't use nor usually even own a scale in my home- we don't have one now. Food was never a crutch. We ate because we needed to, it was a family affair but never to grieve or cover emotional issues. Celebratory dinners were fun but they were not the end all be all. The fact that my mother never once had conversations about going on a diet or not eating or eating this or that I'm sure helped. Her own body was never a point of contention or even discussion.

I was never told I was too skinny, I was instead approached as unhealthy when I lost about 15-20lbs my freshman year of college. And they were right. Basically my mom got the body image thing right. Because today I am healthy, I am secure, I look for healthful, real, and nutritious foods. Not low fat, zero carbs, sugar free options. I was taught health not an overbearing and condemning way but in an empowering and informal way. It was just what we did. It was just the way we were.

So in a land of magazines, tv shows, and so many other media types the body image talk may seem complicated but it's really not all that big of a deal. No need for a production. Check out the post I linked above. It's worth everyone's time.

Blessings!