This month I was able to wrap up the first of two major events that I was/am in charge of. Our elementary school jog-a-thon took place at the beginning of this month with the awards ceremony being two weeks later. Among the prizes was the reward of sliming the Principals if our school raised a certain amount of money. This was a fabulous prize because 1) it was so much fun to watch the Principals reaction 2) the kids went wild over it and 3) it was the cheapest of all the prizes. All this cost me was a package of Xanthan Gum from the grocery store and food coloring. Xanthan Gum, water and food coloring. That’s all it takes to make a bucket full of super slimy slime. Yes, it made a big mess but it was worth it.
In my search for super slimy slime I ran across a fun website that had a fun recipe for bubbling slime. Harry and I tested that recipe out and had a lot of fun with it. This recipe is much more simple but just as much fun. Xanthan Gum and water make a very slimy slime mixture with the constancy of mucus. Perfect. Yes, it made a big mess but the clean up wasn’t as bad as you would think because the more water you add the thinner and thinner the mixture becomes until it just washes away.
Now that I have two jog-a-thons under my belt I feel like I could write a short book on how to run a successful jog-a-thon. Until then I’m recruiting my replacement. Any takers?
Disclaimer: This is a sponsored post. All opinions and ideas are my own.
I can’t believe I’m about to say this…but…it’s time to start thinking about Christmas cards. I know, I know, it’s not even Halloween yet. Here’s the deal. Every year I think to myself oh, I have plenty to time to get Christmas cards made. I’ll work on that next week. Before I know it December 1st has come and gone and I don’t even have a decent family photo. Then I’m scrambling to create a card online and have to pay out the wazoo for overnight shipping. There is a lot of cursing involved in this process.
This year I am taking a different approach…I’m planning ahead. Kind of unusual for me, I know, but I have this opportunity to order my Christmas cards through Minted.com and I’m all over this. Just call me Hugs, Kisses and Thinking Ahead.
Dear Husband witnesses my frustration every year and asks why I even go to the trouble to send out a Christmas card if it’s so stressful.
Why? Because I love seeing Christmas cards from our friends and relatives. I love seeing how their kids have grown each year. I love seeing the different styles of cards they choose. I love decorating with them and hanging them up in my entryway, they welcome anyone who comes to our house. Watching the cards increase in number is like counting down the Advent for me. With each card I hang up they are telling me that Christmas is getting closer and closer.
If I get so much joy from the Christmas cards that pass through our door, then I have to assume those who receive our card get a little bit of holiday cheer from our smiling faces.
I’ve tried several different holiday card websites. One year I even created my own card on Picmonkey. This year I am trying out Minted.com
Minted has over 200 beautiful designs to choose from. I’ve combed their site and saved all of my favorites with our picture in them trying to decide which one I like best. This is a really tough decision, I mean, seriously, these designs are just gorgeous. Just check these out.
I might need some help deciding. Which one is your favorite?
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I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Let’s get the bad news over with first.
Remember when I got the regular gig on the show Oklahoma LIVE? Well, I did. I was asked to do a monthly segment on the show and I had the freedom to come up with all of the topics. The bad news is that Oklahoma LIVE has been canceled. I don’t know the reasons why the show was canceled. My guess is 1) they didn’t have me on as a guest often enough and 2) the show was on opposite Ellen. Seriously, who is going to watch a local talk show when they can be watching Ellen?Continue reading →
This post could also be called “How in the world did you get all of those young moms to join a volunteer organization?!”
(look how cute we are…learning at Assistance League National Conference)
Two weeks ago I attended the Assistance League National Conference. (<– click to see all the fun pics from Disney World) 4 of the 6 of us attending from our chapter were “younger” women, meaning, we have school age children. I was the baby of the group at a ripe old age of 38. Continue reading →
(Assistance League delegate at the final night of National Conference)
This past weekend I was able to take a trip to Orlando. You may be thinking, oh, you got to take a family vacation to Disney World! Nope. This trip was big girls only. I went with 5 other women from my Assistance League chapter to attend the national convention. I was lucky enough to attend and even more lucky that it was just down the road from the happiest place on earth.Continue reading →
Recently I read a blogger who had the privilege of being on the Huff post. She waxed poetic about a village of women who loved each other, depended on one anotherother, helped each other in every family rearing occasion. She lamented the loss of this intimate village that she has never had.Continue reading →
Last week was the youth mission trip for our church youth. Since I was part of the interim youth team I helped out best I could. This past week marked the finish line for my stint at being “in charge” of youth (I use that phrase loosely because I’m not sure I was ever really in charge or knew what I was doing). This year the mission trip was local, helping Oklahoma residents who are still recovering from the 2013 tornadoes. I’m so proud of what these kids were able to accomplish and even more proud of their selfless attitude. My heart swells with pride and I have almost a parental feeling toward these teens.
Which brings me to today. I reluctantly admit that I’m old enough to be these teenager’s mother. That’s a hard pill to swallow because inside I still feel like a girl at heart. Last week it really hit home that these kids view me on the same playing field as their mom even though I have children much younger than them…maybe because I’m friends with many of their parents.
So here’s what happened. One night of mission trip we decided to have a lip-sync contest (the idea coming from the adults, I might add). My incredible friend Dr. Kate busted out an amazing mash-up of Sir Mix A Lot and Fresh Prince. Sister proved that she has the moves. I jazzercized my way through Everything Is Awesome and dropped it like it was hot. The kids minds were blown, as in brains exploded by the sheer awesomeness we brought. At first I thought it was our rad moves that had them in awe. Actually, it was the fact that two grannies such as ourselves could get up in front of a group of teens and bring it.
See, they see us as moms; aka car-poolers, aka PTA volunteers, aka disciplinarians, aka fun-haters. Because we drive our kids all over creation every day, shuttling them to and from activities, they assume it is our most favorite thing in the world to do. Remember when your mom used to say your face would freeze like that when you had a scowl? Well, it did. My forehead has permanent creases that only Botox can remedy because of my “mom face”. I’ve exchanged my shorty shorts for long shorts…not because I think they are indecent but to hide the spider veins that criss-cross my thighs and give away my age. Perky boobs of my youth? Those got traded in with my license to breast feed two babies.
So they see us as the responsible ones, the ones who are in charge, the ones who don’t want to get our hair wet in the pool, the ones who carry the credit cards and consider consequences. While all that might be true it doesn’t mean that I am ready to crawl into a grave and wait to die…because they view 40 as I view 90. And when we reveal how cool we actually are they are floored, not because of our mad skills but because their minds can’t conceive how someone who has busted out two kids can still bust a move.
Yes, I may be the responsible one, the one who gets angry at huge messes, who cooks the meals, who schedules the activities, who drops off and picks up. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have fun, how to laugh until I cry, love an impromptu dance party in the kitchen and go on dates with my husband. I’m still a girl at heart.
A few weeks ago I participated in the Mutual of Omaha AHA Moments Tour. What is an AHA Moment, you say? An AHA Moment is a time when you had a moment of clarity, a light bulb goes off over your head, a defining moment where you gain real wisdom – wisdom you can use to change your life.
The Mutual of Omaha team drives all over the country pulling a super-awesome-tricked-out Airstream trailer that serves as their recording studio.
So, here is my AHA Moment…
Some thoughts on this process:
1. I’m really glad I was able to participate in this because it forced me to think about what is important to me. Talking about an AHA Moment helps you figure out what makes you tick.
2. It was raining the day that I filmed my moment. I couldn’t find my umbrella that morning so I used the sunshade that goes in the windshield of my car. It sort of worked.
3. I sound like I just ran a race. I have no idea why I sound out of breath because prior to this I had been sitting down chatting for about 30 minutes. Apparently, I sound asthmatic when I get nervous even though I didn’t even feel nervous when I was doing this. Who knows.
4. How did I get to do this? Like most of the things you see me doing…I just fall into it. I’m sure the Mutual of Omaha AHA Moment people did a google search for bloggers in each city they went to and my name came up.