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Categories: Wordless Wednesday
My friend Milly collects cell phones. She also has a husband who spent way to much time in Iraq while she experienced the first year of her son’s life. Milly has discovered an incredible recycling program called "Cell Phones for Soldiers" that collects cell phones, they then use the funds from recycled cell phones to purchase calling cards for soldiers serving our country. "Cell Phones for Soldiers" hopes to turn recycled cell phones into 12 million minutes of pre-paid calling cards in 2007, they need your support to make sure this happens.
Another great thing about this program? It was started by two siblings when they were just thirteen and fourteen.
So, if you have a cell phone that you no longer use, please e-mail me at foldinglaundry(at)gmaildotcom and I will give you the information for shipping your phone.
One other important piece of information…if you have a loved one overseas and would like them to benefit from this program, please e-mail me their unit information and I will forward their information to Milly. They are always looking for soldiers to benefit from this incredible gift.
Oh and another thing, if you have time to spare…could you spread the word on your blog about this program? I’m sure the soldiers would appreciate it…and so would I!
Categories: Bloggityville
Tonight I announced to Ariel, with nauseating enthusiasm, that I was going to clean her room. "Ariel!!!! I’M GOING CLEAN YOUR ROOM NOW!!!!!!" She replied back excitedly, "oh, great!! I’LL WATCH YOU!!"
I replied with the same sense of excitement "I have an idea!! How about you HELP ME!! AND NOT WATCH! IT WOULD BE SO FUN!!"
Her response?
"No, thanks! I’ll watch you!"
smart girl.
Yesterday, Racecar cracked his forehead on the corner of our coffee table. He immediately came towards me while crying (I was 14 inches away.) I asked him if he was okay and he replied with "Mom, I hurt my father." He said this while holding his hand to his forehead like he does when he does the sign of the cross. He called his forehead his father because that’s what he calls it when he does the sign of the cross. Which means the son is his chest, one shoulder is his holy and the other shoulder is his spirit. Good to know the sign of the cross is currently just anatomy to him.
On to today.
Brian comes home tonight. Not Surprisingly, his flight left three hours late, in fact, he had to take another fight entirely. I’d like to pretend like I handled the five day four night, stay at home, single parent venture with grace, but I didn’t. All grace flew out the window while I was sleeping last night, apparently.
Today has not been a good day, to put it mildly, and I am ready to start fresh tomorrow. A new day where we can spend the day with Daddy, I can get out of my house ALONE for five hours thirty minutes and hopefully a day where Ariel is feeling much, much better. And Mommy, too.
I am stunned at how much food one can consume when one is feeling stressed. Whether it be chocolate or oreos or chips. I do not discriminate, I’m good like that. Equal Opportunity Eater.
I gotta get out of these restricting jeans and put on some yoga pants. Do you hear the caramel ice cream calling my name? What about the nachos?
Categories: Being a Mama, Child's Play, Family, Gibberish
Last week, while driving Ariel to school, somehow the music got switched over to the cassette player. My initial thought was "what’s this? I have a cassette player?" My second thought being "what is that familiar ‘twang’ emitting from my speakers?" It was Randy Travis. A Randy Travis cassette, that I put into the cassette player a long, long time ago.
I don’t listen to country music, but I don’t hate country music, it’s just not what gets my booty shaking, and y’all, I like my booty shaking. But when I was a pre-teen, I fell head over heels IN LOVE with Randy Travis. The best part is that my family enjoyed his music, as well. Well, mostly, quite honestly my Dad would go outside and smoke cigarettes during our Randy Travis rock-a-thons. He did not like Randy Travis, my Dad is a rocker at heart and I’m pretty sure he was dismayed at my choice of music at that point in my life. Nonetheless, we would wash dinner dishes to great lyrics like "operator, can you send me, to 1982, I need to make apologies, for what I didn’t do." or among my personal favorites:
"I need friends who don’t pay their bills on home computers, and they buy their coffee beans already ground….you think it’s disgraceful that they drink three dollar wine, but a better class of losers, suits me fine." classic, just classic.
I even entered a contest to win his guitar. My mother picked up enough postcards so I could send in one hundred entries, and I did send in one hundred entries. I didn’t win and I was not happy, I thought "how many people are really listening to this guy?" I guess more than I thought.
Anyway, back to last week, while driving my car. I can’t get over how music can take you back to a certain place in your life. I felt myself feel better, I felt my soul soothe, thanks to his deep melodic tones. And then I heard the lyrics that changed my day, maybe even my week. "my hearts on a roll, I’m easy in my soul, there’s no hurry, no worry, things are going my way." And well, I felt so much better after hearing that.
That day I cleaned out my van. I mean, CLEANED OUT MY VAN! I found things that have been in there for too long, like my pregnancy belts that held the monitors in place when attending my non-stress test over THREE YEARS AGO. And an Entertainment Book from 2005. Broken sunglasses and strange toys. I threw everything out. But I most certainly did not throw out my Randy Travis music.
Much to my husband’s chagrin.
Categories: Gibberish, Music, That's Life
I have an announcement to make. Who ever is responsible for my daughter getting a terrible cold and not being able to sleep at night because of her terrible, hacking cough and runny nose, would you please stand up?
You and I need to have a word.
The strangest thing, the same daughter I mention above also woke up with a very frightening nightmare. It was truly one of the saddest things I have ever seen and it took her over one hour to finally shake the dream and stop crying. That’s right, one hour in the middle of the night, surrounded by incessant coughing, while in my bed, after she accidentally peed while sitting on top of my bed, soaking through my quilt, blanket, both sheets and mattress pad. Poor me Ariel.
So, now I try to forget the fact that I had very little sleep last night because I need to have a good day. I need to be patient and kind and loving no matter how terrible last night was, because that is part of my role and I am okay with that.
At seven this morning, I took Ariel to her bed because the sun shines in my room, it’s so bright it’s very similar to seven flashlights being turned on 4 inches from your face. She slept peacefully for another hour. I laid back down in bed, (listening to Racecar sing in his bed through the monitors) and remembered a quote that I love, I have no idea who it’s by, but I knew I needed to read that quote and hold it with me all day.
"The greatest part of our happiness, depends on our dispositions, not our circumstances."
And that is so perfectly true, I need to remember that today.
I’m going to get into the shower, clean up the house and play outside. all day long.
Well, at least until naptime.
Curious about what I did yesterday during my four hour break? I was not massaged in any way, nor did I eat chocolate or Burger King, for that matter. (I ate a grilled cheese sandwich from home) I did get a cold coffee drink from Starbucks, I did read some blogs and clean up my house a little bit, I downloaded Napster and downloaded some new songs, and well, I just enjoyed the quiet time with myself. And yes, I folded every piece of laundry. It was amazing.
Categories: Being a Mama, That's Life
I Should Be Folding Laundry
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