Clean Houses and Finished Books

I printed out a quote that said, "Women with clean houses do not have finished books." I think Joy Held said it, although I'm not quite sure who that is. But she is right. My house isn't anywhere close to being spotless. I've tried to tell myself that it just doesn't matter if there are sprinkles on the floor from my daughter's birthday cupcake decorating, or that the kitchen table is overflowing with odds and ends, or that my living room is really just my daughter's big play room.

I couldn't take it last night, though. I can only live with a mess so long before I must do something about it. So I put down my manuscript and got to work. And really, it only took me about twenty minutes or so to get everything to a level that I could live with. I vacuumed, threw away a bunch of stuff I didn't need, and managed to make the house liveable again.

Once again, balance comes to mind. I find so many things in my life require balance. Spending time with my daughter vs. working on my novel...I can't cut out either, so I must balance the two so that my daughter is happy and I am happy. A clean house vs. a messy house - when it gets too bad, the creative juices are interrupted by my brain demanding I go and clean.

So maybe I'll make a bit of a change to Joy Held's quote. How about this: "Women with pristine houses do not have finished books." :-)

The Weekend

What a weekend! My daughter's birthday party was a smash success! We went to the local fun center and had a blast. We raced go-carts, played miniature golf, ate pizza and cake, played games, and even went on a ride that takes you four stories high, then drops you. NOT my favorite, but my daughter went on it three times! She just loved it.

She was pretty tired on Saturday, though! For my mom's Mother's Day gift, my daughter and I took her to a Victorian house where they serve high tea. Dressing up and wearing Victorian hats is encouraged in this place! After we came home, we watched PBS's cooking shows, and then Molly fell asleep on the couch. I couldn't resist taking a photo.

My monitor, unfortunately, decided to permanently quit on Saturday. On Sunday, I went and bought another one at Best Buy - not the kind I wanted, but I didn't have enough money to get that particular one. So I settled for a big, bulky monitor that was on clearance. I'm just thankful to have a monitor that doesn't turn white anymore!

I did manage to get some editing done on my novel last night. I'm just going through it one more time to check for spelling errors, grammatical problems, etc. My goal is to have it out the door this week. It's time to move on!

Six Years Ago Today...

...I gave birth to my daughter. It was an intense labor - only four hours long. They had to induce me as I was ten days over due. And she came out so beautiful and perfect.

She decorated all of the cupcakes shown above (plus about ten more) for her friends at school. She used Scooby Doo sprinkles and made each one unique - just like she is.

Tonight we'll be having a birthday party at a fun center with pizza, cake, go-carts, games, and lots of fun.

I truly believe she is a gift from God - and I thank Him every day that He gave me such a wonderful child!

Calories, Carbs, and Proteins - Oh My!

My diabetes management class went well last night. I knew a lot of the stuff they taught just through my own research, but the dietician's talk was well worth the time. It amazes me how our serving sizes are so out of proportion to what they should be. When you go to a restaurant, you are often given much more than one portion of food - it is often three or four times what you should have. The key is to eat a portion and then save the rest for later! :-) But keeping track of the calories, how many grams of carbs are in each portion, and the amount of protein you eat at each meal is challenging. I haven't been doing a great job of that, but now that I know how to do it, it should go smoother.

I felt good about myself when I left. Other than my slacking in exercise (oh, ok, and those chocolate chip cookies) I've been doing pretty good with my "new me" plan. I plan to hit the gym again tonight - can't wait. Both the nurse and the dietician said that exercise is THE most important thing you can do to keep your blood sugar levels good, to lose weight, and to just feel better.

I also had to learn how to use my blood glucose monitor. I'm not a big fan of pricking my finger, but I guess I'll get used to it. I'm looking forward to seeing how my sugar levels are throughout the day. Last night they were really good, which made me feel better. I'm so glad they caught this early because it really motivated me to get healthy.

It's That Editing Thing

I'm going through my manuscript one final time - this time with paper and pen. I sat on the couch last night and went through a ton of pages and let me tell you - taking a week off from looking at the novel has done me a world of good. I'm not as close to it as I was, enabling me to see things I need to fix. When 11 p.m. rolled around, I was not happy. I was on a roll and I think I could have stayed up much later than that if only I didn't have to get up and go to work. :-)

I have my first diabetes teaching class tonight. I'm anxious to see what I can do to further my education of this disease and to keep myself from getting any complications. Of course, I'm sure they'll tell me that I can't gorge on chocolate chip cookie dough!!!

Root Canals and Monitor Woes

The root canal went fine. The hardest part was the shot (or rather, all SIX shots), and after that, I didn't feel a thing. I just sat back and watched my movie, Stalag 17, and tried not to think about all the things going on in my mouth. The doctor did a great job, said everything turned out picture perfect, and that I shouldn't have any discomfort. Well, I really didn't for the rest of the day, other than I couldn't chew on that side.

I went home a bit shaky and my mom fed me tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, then I took a two and a half hour nap. I felt much better when I woke up!

My monitor is going out on me. I'm not at all happy. I know it's the monitor because I plugged it into my laptop and it did the same thing. The screen will suddenly go white and stay that way for awhile. So...I went shopping for a monitor yesterday. Unfortunately, I didn't find any in my price range that are the flat screen models, and I think I'll have to settle for one of the big bulky monitors again. Ah well. What's important is that I shall have a monitor that works!

I was also quite bad Saturday night - I bought some chocolate chip cookie dough, baked five cookies, and ATE THEM ALL. What's even WORSE is that I then had a few of the left over cookie dough blocks yesterday morning! I made myself throw the rest of the dough out and nearly wept when I did it. Those cookies tasted so darn GOOD. Sigh...I really really hate this diet thing sometimes. No, it's not a diet - it's a lifestyle change. Well, at least I took a long, hard walk Sunday morning to try and make up for my fall off the wagon!

Nebraska City

To celebrate my brother's birthday, we went to Nebraska City last night where my other brother has been all week for job training. It was absolutely beautiful. This is where the founder of Arbor Day lived, and trees stretched as far as the eye could see.

We had a wonderful dinner at The Lied Lodge , then took a long walk through the trees where we saw deer, rabbits, and birds. The Canopy Tree House wasn't open last night, but I have every intention of going back to take my daughter to it. She absolutely loved seeing all the animals and exploring nature. I also want to go back so that I can go inside the Arbor Lodge. We were able to walk to it and see the outside. It's surrounded by a beautiful park of trees, a fish pond, and a gazebo.

When I was growing up, I always despaired of the fact that I lived in Nebraska. I always thought it was so darn boring. But since I've moved to the eastern part of the state and become involved with the Nebraska State Historical Society, I've discovered that Nebraska is not boring at all. We have some truly wonderful treasures here in our state. I'm starting to explore those treasures more and more, and it's really opening my eyes to a lot of my state's history.

In Other News...

I don't know how much writing I'll get done this weekend. Maybe I'll be able to rouse myself long enough to get some formatting done on my novel. But I have the darn root canal tomorrow morning. Blech!

The Art of Chivalry

The speaking engagement last night went great! It wasn't a large group - about twenty senior citizens, or so, but they were all so gracious and polite.

The gentleman who asked me to speak was a gentleman in every sense of the word. When I arrived, he was waiting for me at the front entrance of the building. He kindly escorted me inside, held my chair out for me to sit at the table, and then politely introduced me to all of the others at the table. After eating, giving my speech, and talking a bit more, it was time to leave and he escorted me to the front door, shook my hand, and said what a pleasure it was to meet me.

He was a marine in the Pacific Theater during World War II, a junior high history teacher for 30 years, and he loves the Wizard of Oz. He lost his wife about 2 1/2 years ago, and I could tell that he still missed her dearly.

I want to go back and have coffee with him, sit and listen to his stories, sit and just talk about anything. I think we have relegated senior citizens to the side of our society simply because they are not "young" anymore. It's a shame. I would much rather sit in a room of senior citizens and visit then I would with a group of my own age. Maybe I'm weird for that, but that's how I feel.

The article I referenced yesterday (which was rather long, but well worth the read) talked about how we, as a society, have become obsessed with being young. We do everything in our power to stay young - plastic surgery, pills, diets, clothing, etc. But there is a certain dignity in getting older - maturity, wisdom, and responsibility must be had at some point in our lives. Why do we fight it? I suppose there is a natural tendency to want to stave old age off for as long as possible.

What do you think?

Speaking Again

Tonight I'll be speaking in front of a senior citizens group here in town. The man who asked me to speak wanted to know if I'd present the same speech as I did at the Bess Streeter Aldrich function. And of course, I said yes. :-)

I'm looking forward to this evening - meeting new people, sharing my story, and just having a nice time. They are giving me dinner, so what more can I ask for?

The writing has been on hold this week - too many other activities. I don't think that's necessarily bad - it gives me time to let my manuscript "sit" before I go back and make any changes.

If You Have Time...

Go here and read this article called "The Perpetual Adolescent." Some interesting insights. What do you think?

On Brothers

My older brother is here from western Nebraska for the week to do some job training. Last night, all three of us siblings - me, my younger brother, and my older brother - went over to my mom's house for supper. And it was yum-a-licious. Fried chicken, mashed potatos, gravy, sweet corn, and of course, sugar free chocolate pudding. Yeah, so I blew my diet yesterday, but it was only one day. I think I'll survive.

After supper, we sat around and talked about growing up and all the different things we used to do. When we'd play king of the mountain on the front steps, I'd always be the one to get shoved off. And then there was the time we were playing king of the mountain on a huge snow pile. I ran off the "mountain" and right into an electric fence. It was quite a jolt, especially since I was wet from the snow. My older brother and I used to play motorcycles. We'd get the t.v. trays out, put on some cool sunglasses, motorcycle helmets, sit on the couch, and we'd "drive" off. My younger brother and I would frequently put the baby kitties into my doll stroller and walk around the farm, "traveling" to far and distant lands. We'd then stop at the "inn" (our house) and my mom, the "innkeeper" would give us lunch. :-)

I've found that growing up with two brothers has prepared me for dealing with men in this world. In fact, I've always had more male friends than female. I've also not been jittery about going out and doing hard labor, like scooping ditches or chopping weeds out of the bean field. Granted, I didn't want to do those things, but when you grow up on a farm, you just gotta pitch in or nothing will get done.

My brothers used to beg and plead with me to play baseball in the front yard during the summer time, but more often than not, I waved them off and kept my nose buried in my book - usually Nancy Drew. :-) But I did my fair share of playing with them, and I still remember how we'd play with the plastic bat and ball, leave "ghosties" on first and second, and have to chase the ball into the cow corrals sometimes.

Through the years, I think we've only grown closer. We've had our share of sibling fights, but I don't think I've ever told my brothers that I hated them and that I never wanted to see them again. We just didn't feel that way. Granted, we got into screaming or yelling matches, but it would all blow over and everything would be ok. We have a loyalty to one another that has only been strengthened through the years.

Even though my marriage has been very difficult the past few months, they've both given me tons of support. In fact, we always try to be there for one another. I feel so very blessed to have them in my life.