This week, we were lucky to grill out yesterday. We vastly overestimated how much meat we would eat. We’ll be meating it up over the next few days. We are meatily grateful.
Come meat us for dinner!
This week on the internet I’m really digging:
But what is exciting is that the post is a riff off of The Toast and the kerfluffle was about an event that’s a riff of the Tournament of Books from the Morning News and all my internet both collapsed on itself and extended into the future and I was pleased.
My hope for this world: More riffing, fewer kerfluffles.
munchies.vice.com is my new favorite food site now. Admitting this was hard. But the scales tipped when I saw their video about Casa Bonita. Their affable general manager almost makes me want to load JH and the girls up in the car and move to Denver to be a hostess there.
But not quite.
We are half-way through our Lenten adventure and I am as sober as sober comes.
Still, no wine.
My skin looks great and I’m getting a lot better sleep every night.
At this point, it’s been funny to hear my brain and body whisper to me, “Okay, I get it, we’ve not had drinks for 20 days, we’re all good now. We get the point.”
Silly brain and body, that’s not the point.
We’re sacrificing here.
Forty full days.
Three cheers to my first St. Patrick’s Day without beer in a long, long time!
Sacrificing Instagram, however has been an entirely different story.
Maybe I’m using Instagram wrong, but I have found myself with nearly an extra two hours every day.
TWO LUXURIOUS HOURS.
What would you do with an extra two hours every day?
With that time, I’ve started taking Barre classes, I swim at the high school. I made a few terrible pastel drawings and have a few prepared canvases ready for painting.
The pain of not knowing what everyone’s doing on Instagram is far, FAR outweighed by this luxury of time.
Beauty tip: A big part of the reason my skin looks better is that I have an extra gang of time to get places, be more considerate and think fully through the task at hand before I get started.
Am I suggesting you give up Instagram?
But I AM suggesting you take a closer look at the time your phone apps get.
I can’t wait to get back to Instagram. Knowing how much actual extra time I have will make me far more aware of all the time I spend there.
I relish every stinking minute I’ve gotten back.
Can you give up Instagram?
Coming up soon, James is taking some time to hang out with his family. I’ll be alone with the girls for many days in a row. I planned our dinners for two weeks at a time instead of one week at a time.
When I write something like the above sentences on the internet, I hear the following clucking concerns in my head after I publish,
“She shouldn’t be telling the internet that.”
I’ve shared a lot of things on the internet, it has given me deeper friendships than I’ve had in real life. Up until the current iteration of the internet, the benefits of sharing my life online have far outweighed the risks. I’m not sure about today’s internet. I’m still taking the risk.
“Who in their right mind would be interested in some middle aged mom’s meal plan?”
Thankfully, I don’t care much about the second one. I like having a collection of our dinners. Looking back on them reminds me of where we were in our lives when we were eating those dinners (Smug Marrieds! Insuffrable Infant Parents!). And now, while we muddle through the Season of Our Beef Stroganoff.
But Who Do I Think I Am?
That’s the big one.
I’m closing in on the second half of my life and I’m still not sure.
How do you know who you are?
These are the questions I’m trying to answer this week — to get just a little closer to answering Who Do I Think I Am?
1. How do I envision my ideal day? Not with today’s current constraints (kids, pets, debt, fear) but what activities will I be doing from minute to minute?
2. Where does the “ideal me” spend her money and time?
3. How do my current insecurities affect my current relationships?
4.If God is a woman, and she is on my side, what would I ask of Her? What is she asking of me?
5. What brought me joy at eight years old?
Where were we? Oh right, meal plans.
This weekend’s Shamrock Shakes are going to ROCK.
Resourcefulness is a skill my family has always prided ourselves on. Now that I am sheparding my own family, and choosing our own values, resourcefulness comes up a lot.
Much like the plastic bag kite, this puzzle project is so easy it’s nearly embarassing.
You’ll need Avery Business Cards and markers.
Draw a picture of your favorite food, person or feeling on that business card paper.
Got it all in one piece? Good.
Now separate the pieces. Until all our small people are good at puzzles, we write numbers on them to help with the process.
Then put them back together
And grin with pride.