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Moving forward while facing the past

April 11, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

Most close to me know that I had a semi-tumultuous relationship with my mom. While I wouldn’t call us broken, we never got it quite right. When she died suddenly at 79 the hope of what we could have been died, too.

In most all of my childhood memories, she spoke in a loud, discontent voice. To be fair, we lived 3 doors down from a sand pit: for real.  I’d be cranky too if 5 kids and their friends continually tracked sand all over the house.  Anyway, I learned early on, don’t make mom mad. I spent most of those young years avoiding whatever I thought I should to prevent hearing voices raised.

And then I spent many adult years avoiding the shouting, too. Knowing she was aging, I decided our last conversation couldn’t be a fight, so I didn’t. Seems the more I took the calm side, the more cross my mom would become. I never really understood what I did to push her buttons. It sure wasn’t easy biting my tongue. I am glad I made that decision.

I recently tried to express my opinion to Honey and he just wasn’t getting it. I raised my voice and repeated myself. He said, “Why are you yelling at me?”

And there I was, duplicating my childhood. I’ve always said I was a good copier.

Have you ever done that? Have you ever echoed the example you never wanted to become? Yep, it happens. Once again, I must admit I am not perfect.

So I’ll keep working on me and my relationship with others and remember one more lesson from my daughter’s wedding:

wedding isle decorations. Photo credit Folk&Lore
Photo credit Folk&Lore

 

Oh, and that sand pit?  We found most of it underneath the carpet when it was pulled up to be replaced.

 

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Ah, Spring

April 4, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

grilled romaine salad
grilled romaine salad

 

We have had a glorious run of sunny warm, well warm for Seattle, days.  Dinner seems easier when I can use the outdoor grill.  It opens up a whole new run of recipes we haven’t had since last fall when I scrubbed up the gas barbecue and covered it for the winter.  And joy of joys: when I opened the lid the grills weren’t covered in nastiness not fit to describe here. Nothing kills a good spring buzz more that a moldy barbecue that requires complete sanitizing before it can be used.

So If you are enjoying some outdoor grill time too, I thought I would share this simple recipe for a salad.

Grilled Romaine Salad

Dressing:
2 teaspoons mayonnaise
2 teaspoons Dijon mustard
1 Tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 tablespoon cider vinegar
1 Tablespoon balsamic vinegar

Whisk it all together and add Kosher salt and black pepper to taste

Salad:

Trim romaine and cut in half length wise. Drizzle a little olive oil over the halved heads of lettuce. Lightly grill these on a hot grill 15 to 20 seconds on each side, until they are lightly golden, then remove to the cool side of the grill. Using a pastry brush or a small spoon, paint the dressing over the lettuce, making sure to get dressing between the leaves. Sprinkle the lettuce with Parmesan and cover the grill for 1 or 2 minutes to allow the cheese to melt and the lettuce to soften further. Remove lettuce to a platter and serve.

It is tastier than it looks!
It is tastier than it looks!

I adapted this recipe from this one I found online.

Share a link to your spring recipes below.  I am always looking for something yummy to add to the meal rotation.

 

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What I’m loving March 2016

March 30, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

Time

I was watching a live webinar yesterday.  As the attendees were logging in, the facilitator mentioned his location and asked us to use the chat box to say where we were from. The sun had set earlier for he and the co-host as they were on the East side of the US, 3 hours ahead of my time zone. As I typed that is was 5pm and sunny, clear blue skies in Seattle, I appreciated the extra moments of daylight being added to the clock each day.  After the dark days of winter, I feel like I have been given a gift of more time even though each day still has the same 24 hours.

Internet Creatives

My daily life has become so connected to the web.  It is amazing to think that hundreds of us attended an Instagram training simply by clicking on an email link.  Through out the hour training, the hosts asked us participating to give a topic response in the chat box.  It was odd and exciting all at once, like being in the room together, to watch the chat box scroll at rapid pace through our brief, real-time comments.  It made me really appreciate the amazing, creative people in the US and what they are sharing for free with all of us.

 

before of coffee and end table
before of coffee and end table

Tools

It would hardly be a ‘what I’m loving’ post’ if it didn’t include some sort DYI tool.  Now that we have updated the paint, trim, doors, countertops of our house, I have fresh eyes to see that the furniture could use a little refresh, too.  Many years ago I custom ordered a coffee and end table for our family room. I picked the wood, the style of the legs, paint colors.  I even picked how much the pieces would be distressed.  At the time, my Mom was opened mouth wordless at the thought of sanding away fresh paint and making something brand new look old on purpose.  As a side note she never did get my taste in decorating. She wailed, NOOOO! as I told her I was going to paint the large oak dresser in my bedroom.

Here’s the tool I am loving: this book, The Nesting Place: It doesn’t have to be perfect to be Beautiful.  Myquillion Smith’s beautiful book has encouraged me to paint it anyway.  Its like a new voice in my head covering up the old, saying, “Since you don’t love it, who cares if you ruin it by painting it?”

What's old is new again
After: what’s old is new again

 

For the record, everything I was scared to paint has turned out great.  Even the fireplace bricks, right Honey? (Honey never mentioned he didn’t like painted bricks until after I had painted them…oops…now there’s a lesson in communication.) I’ll let you know on the bedroom dresser:  my Mom’s screech temporarily paralyzed me from action but it is still on the list.

PS.-The Nester’s book is on sale at Amazon right now.  For you digital readers I would recommend the hardcover book as the pictures are fabulous. Click here for the link

Full Disclosure: I have finally figured out how to become an affiliate Amazon partner.  If you buy the book from the above link, I think I might actually get paid a very small commission.

 

 

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Put on your red shoes and dance

March 26, 2016 by Jo Leave a Comment

Though I did not grow up going to church, Easter mostly meant a day of family time, usually with cousins, searching for Easter eggs.  I remember one drive to Grandma Eleanor’s; my mom had not quite finished our matching dresses so she sat in her slip, hemming hers, as my dad’s chevy truck rolled down to Enumclaw.

Today I felt like I was hunting for treasure once again,  as  I spent an hour looking for the photo I am sure I have of our daughter, basket in hand, running across the lawn on a sunny afternoon.  Nope, can’t find it.  I did, however, run across this:

one more, just because

I was in college before I started to understand and appreciated this Christian holiday.  You know, that doesn’t take away from the happy childhood memories made hunting boiled, colored eggs. It doesn’t take away from the laughter of finding a rotten egg, hidden the year before. It doesn’t take away from the lunchbox  egg salad sandwiches. And the smell of those sandwiches. Yuck. Or yum, if your one of my best girlfriends.

So on this Easter weekend, regardless of your plans,  I wish you the joy I see in my daughter’s face.

Here’s to you David Bowie.

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