Tuesday, December 5, 2017

All I want for Christmas, 2017

This is my ninth annual Christmas list. Which is crazy. Some of you lucky people have been here that whole entire time. OR at least I think you have. I've managed to scare most everyone away over the years, but especially this past one. When this here blog started it was fun and whimsical and full of little tidbits about the kids...and then I became fueled by coffee and rage and thought that maybe this would be the year I start biting people. Which might still actually happen, btw. Year ain't over yet.



2017, the year that was actually a bigger trash fire than 2016. AMIRIGHT.

If you're so inclined, you can read some of my previous lists here. I didn't include them all because let's be honest...no one cares what I wanted five years ago. Not even me.

2016

2015
2014
2013


Yes, I really am an enormous child who writes Christmas lists. Every year around this time I think that I won't do it, and then I remember that it's basically the only tradition I've kept for this many years, soooo...

If this is your first perusal of my wishes, I should warn you that some of the things I want are silly. Some are unrealistic. Some are never even a remote possibility. Some require a Tardis to be built and functional and at my disposal. Some are entirely realistic. It's all random. Like me.

1. I want Congress to pull their heads out of their asses. Nearly all of them. There are a handful of people in there trying to keep it together, trying to do the right thing. Most of them are short sighted selfish assholes determined to do whatever it takes to ensure they get re-elected, totally willing to sacrifice whatever morals they once had in exchange for power and influence. Very few of them actually care about their constituents, but they sure are good at convincing people they do just long enough to get the votes. 

2. While we're on the subject of politics, I am totally in the mood for a coup right about now. A round of impeachments (one won't be enough...) would be okay too. Thing is...it is going to take decades to recover from the damage already done, IF we even can. Yeah, I've started to really think this might be the end of our country as we know it. I promise all the things I want won't be so melodramatic. Or political. Because you know, people are "tired" of politics....except it isn't politics. It's lives. Livelihoods. Safety. Security. Equality. Shit that is so much bigger than politics. If you can ignore what is going on, that's a direct result of the privilege you occupy in this fucked up society. 

3. I really want the DOE not to fuck with loan repayment programs, I really want the tax code not to fuck with people repaying loans or receiving tuition benefits from employment. I really want to live in a world where we don't punish anyone who isn't already independently wealthy for seeking knowledge. I'd love to live in a world where science is respected, where graduate students are encouraged and supported. I want to live in a world where kids can get food at school for free because they won't learn a damn thing if they are hungry. Wait. I said I was going to stop being political, right? There's always #4.

4. Here's some first world shit, okay. Jesus. I want to actually sit down for an hour a week and paint my nails. I don't need to go get manicures. I don't have the extra cash sitting around for that anyway. This is 100% on me, but I need to make time to do it. 

5. I want an uninterrupted chunk of time every day to write or record podcasts. A few hours would be amazing, but I'll settle for anything at this point. As I write this, my three year old is literally perched on my shoulder, squeezing my face with his chubby hands. Oh yeah, I started a podcast. HERE IS THE LINK

6. I want to be able to write an unlimited number of things for work. YOU GUYS I actually found a way to get paid for writing sarcastic shit, and I'm totally happy about this and also really annoyed with myself for not having done it sooner. But I can't flood them with too much content and need to pace myself so that I can keep doing this. 

7. I need more time in general. This past year has been SO busy that it isn't even funny, and it just keeps getting more busy. My way of dealing with all the stress in the world is to do whatever I can to try and help, which right now means that I've signed up to do a whole bunch of work, all volunteer of course...because our society is not designed to actually help people who need it and there sure as shit isn't funding. If you need me, I'll be at a coalition meeting or planning a support group or managing an online photo challenge or attending more trainings or coordinating fundraisers or working bingo. It might take me a second to get back to you, but I will. Because I also restarted my photography business too. FFS.

8. I want a better camera. I need a better camera. I need to make more money before I can buy a better camera. Santa....do your thing. 

9. I want a fancy schmancy wide angle lens to go with that camera. Make it so, fat man!

10. I need a few weekends with nothing to do so I can do some serious binge watching of all the television shows I am now behind on. Like, I need to not feel my legs and have my eyes glaze over and eat nachos.

11. I would love a pause button. My oldest kid is starting the whole process of looking at colleges, will be a senior next year. And even if he's ready, I'm not really. 

12. I need a money tree so that he can go to college without ending up under a mountain of debt like I did. Like I still am. Strike that. I need multiple money trees.  

13. I want to get my sleeve done. I have three tattoos on my left forearm now: the Wonder Woman symbol, a semicolon, and my dad's handwriting. I want a queen bee with a honeycomb background that weaves around all the existing work. I just need...wait for it...time and money. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 

14. I want a massage, but the kind that actually relaxes me, not the kind that just makes it worse. The last massage I had was YEARS ago, and the masseuse whined about her life the whole time, and I was thinking the entire time that she needed to STFU and give me my money back because I am here for my blissful high priced relaxation, not to be your captive therapist. Of course I didn't say anything because she probably needed to vent, but damn. I've had pockets of tension built up in my shoulders and back since October, and I'm starting to think this might just be who I am now. 

15. I'd like my puppy to eat dog food and stop eating everything else. She's chewed up parts of the siding on the side of the house, the corner of an antique cedar chest, windowsills and more. Her current favorite thing to eat are LEGOs. Doesn't she know how hard that plastic is?!?! Stepping on one is basically the worst thing ever, so how she can voluntarily chew on them is beyond me. Dogs. 

16. I need all my favorite people who live inside my computer to live closer to me. Distance is dumb. I posted a thing about how adults are so quick to blame phones for increased rates of depression in teens, which of course meant that someone had to argue with me (because internet). Here's the deal though....the internet actually helps a lot of us make connections with people we have more in common with than the humans we might interact with on a regular basis in person. Proximity isn't a great predictor of compatibility, at least it hasn't been for me. I've got a ton of issues, and it's taken me forever to find people who understand...and they almost all live in my phone. They've helped save me a few times, so don't argue with me about about terrible phones are. Sigh.

17. While we're at it, could we just build a commune? My husband is pretty handy, plus he can make all the beer. I already cook for a small army. Let's go off the grid somewhere, but still have wifi. The only people who can find us are UPS drivers making Amazon Prime deliveries. Oh, and pizza. We will need pizza. Only the cool people are invited. 

18. I want a custom built spice rack. I cook nearly everything at home and I LOVE me some spices. All the spices. My pantry is teeny and I've been trying to get the handy husband to build me shelving on the door. He still needs to grout the tile on the fireplace and build the mantle though, so I need to have patience. He still hates Pinterest, btw.

19. I need a new purse. I got a crossbody bag a while back that is fine, mostly...but it's a little too big and I don't love the color and it's already showing signs of wear and I'm super picky and cheap (that's usually the limiting factor here). Gray crossbody, moderate size, lots of pockets all with zippers because five kids who think I am a pack mule and I need 17 pens all the time. Shut up. I need them. Sooooo, if you find one of those that doesn't cost more than $30, hook me up.

20. I want still world peace, an end to hunger, freedom for all, true equality and for Citizens United to be overturned. I want Ginsburg to stay on the Supreme Court forever. Someone get her some vitamins immediately. 

Merry Christmas. I guess. 
#stillagrinch

Also, the war on Christmas isn't a thing. It's bullshit drama created by one "news" network (air quotes intentional here), to rile people up.


Sunday, November 26, 2017

Another year, without you.

Dear Dad,

It seems like I am forever writing the posts like this one on these days, the ones between Thanksgiving and your birthday.

These days always belonged to you. I don't know why I ever believed that would change once you were gone.

Your birthday is tomorrow. You would have been 65 years old. You would have insisted that you weren't 65 because 65 is old, and you weren't ever going to get old.

You were right, you know....you didn't get old. These days, though, I wish you'd had that chance.

65 never would have meant retirement for you, the consequence of having owned your own business your whole life. You always said you'd probably end up working until the day you died because you'd have to. There was no golden parachute waiting. No pension. Not enough Social Security to survive.

You were right about that too. You went in to the lab the day before you died. Wiped the counters down, tidied up the office, left notes with instructions for those left behind.

I wish you were here tomorrow. I wish you could share this 6 pack of Coors Light with me. I wish you could pretend to refuse the piece of cherry cheesecake that you'd inevitably eat. I wish you'd spend fifteen minutes insisting that you were still 21 years old. I wish you'd get annoyed when everyone started to sing, then let the tiniest hint of a smile out at the end.



I wish.

I wish you were still here. I wish you were here to see your oldest grandson finish his Eagle, I wish you were here to reassure me when he was having trouble healing after his wisdom tooth removal surgery this summer. I wish that you were here to see him eager and excited to begin his college journey soon. I wish it. I wish it for him and I wish it for you. I wish it for me. He needs you right now. He needs to be supported and loved and encouraged. He needs reassured that this thing he loves so much in the world is worthy and important. He needs to know that this path he is intending to walk down will be a rewarding one. He needs reminded that success in life isn't about how lucrative a career is, but about whether it brings him joy and helps others. He needs nudging. He needs to know that he can make a difference in the lives of other people. He needs you.

I wish you were still here. I wish you were here to see how much your oldest granddaughter has overcome this year. I wish that you knew how hard this year has been for her, and how proud I am of her for fighting to stay here. She needs you right now. She needs to know that there are people in her life who don't need questions answered before they love you. She needs to know that there aren't hesitations or reservations, that there are always people who will be there to hold you up. She needs to know that she is loved for who she is, not for who anyone else wants her to be. She needs to be accepted without labels or definitions. She needs you.

I wish you were still here. I wish you were here to watch my middle one transform this year. She was always the one you gravitated towards, the one that gravitated towards you. Your death was the hardest on her, I think, and I think it still is. She asks about you more than the rest. She's nearly as tall as I am these days, not that it's saying much. She joined the track team and ran hurdles this year. She kicked them a few times, crashing and burning on the ground, but she'd get up and hobble to the finish line. Then she'd get up and do it again. She runs them because you did. She shaved quite a bit of time off her triathlon pace this year, and somehow convinced the rest to join her next time. Oh, and she volunteered to play tuba in the band. It's nearly as big as she is. She needs you in the stands, in the audience, on the sidelines. She needs someone to wipe her tears and tell her she can do it. You were always my biggest cheerleader, and she could use you now. She needs you.

I wish you were still here. I wish you were here, sitting in the dinner theater this week when the curtain opens on the first night of the rest of your grandson's life. He was scared to show up to that first audition, afraid he wouldn't be able to read the lines, unsure of what to expect. And he nailed it. This kid, the one who was just a baby when you left, he's amazing. He struggles with so much stuff in this world, but you'd never know it. He's happy, he's mellow, he's giving, he's stubborn and determined to do the things he loves even when it is hard. He makes me so proud, and I can just imagine how proud of him you'd be. He needs to know that there is a place in the world for people who don't fit into the boxes others try and shove him into. He needs to know that it's okay to be different. He needs to know that his passion is important. He needs you.

I wish you were still here. I wish you'd had a chance to meet our last, the one we named after you. I wish that you could see how much better we are at this whole parenting thing this time around. I wish you knew how much he helped me heal, how complete we are with him here. I wish that you could see how much his siblings adore him, and how much he loves them all. I wish that he could grow up in a world where you existed, in a life that included you. I wish that you weren't just stories and pictures in books and on walls. I wish he could crawl up into your lap and insist he isn't tired as he nods off to sleep. He doesn't even know that he needs you, but he does.

It is hard for me to fight off the envy this time of year. I see so many people my age talking about losing their grandparents. Most of them still have at least one parent. The envy is ugly, and I try to push it away. Really, I do. It hurts.

And it's not fair. None of it is fair. I shouldn't have to be here without you. My kids shouldn't have to grow up without you. They shouldn't have to face their upcoming milestones without you here.

It's not fair.

Then again, you were the one who drilled this truth into my brain: life's not fair, and then you die.

And it's true. I just wish it wasn't.

My kids, they need you. I need you.

This year has been a hard one for me. Harder than anyone really understands. There are so many times I have wished you were here to talk to. You could be harsh and abrasive at times, but you always seemed to know when I needed reassured that everything would be okay. No matter what happened, I could always come home. I could always call. You would always help. I've needed that a lot lately, and living in a world without you here sucks.

My kids, they need you. I need you.

The closest they come these days to you is us. I hear your voice in my husband sometimes...especially when he walks through the house turning off all the lights, again. Or when he's teasing the older ones. Or when he talks a big game like a tough guy, then sends me text messages telling me that he's fallen in love with the school the oldest wants to attend.

I hear you in my words, when I'm telling the kids to "do it right or you'll do it twice". When I tell them to make good choices as I send them off into the world for the day. When I quietly tell the oldest one to ignore what everyone else says, that I believe in him. That I always have.

You always come up whenever there are strawberries in the house. You were with me last night when I brought home a fresh tree even though I swore we weren't getting one this year. You told me to get the good one even though it was a little bit more, because even if I hate Christmas sometimes, smelling a fresh tree instantly transports me to a world where I am a little girl again working the tree lot with you, watching you help dreams come true for other families.

I got the tree, Dad.

It's a hell of a tree.

I love you, Dad. I miss you a whole bunch, especially right now.

Happy birthday.

Love,
Kelly

Friday, November 3, 2017

A story about a boy who became a young man, then learned to fly.

Dear Oldest,

I asked you yesterday if you wanted me to write something in honor of the fact that we are hosting your Eagle Scout Court of Honor tomorrow. You said you thought maybe I'd written something, or at least included it in some of the other things I've written, but as it turns out, I haven't said that much about it.

It was long enough ago that you've
changed significantly since this picture
was taken at your Board of Review.

You've been technically done with it now for several months, having your Board of Review so long ago I couldn't even tell you which month it was when it actually happened. We just hadn't gotten around to this formal part because, well, we live in a house with seven busy people. Drumline ate up most of your time in the spring, then it was summer and you wanted to wait until school started because you wanted to be able to invite more of your friends.

As is often the case in our house, we had to just pick a date and start planning. You know as well as I do, we'd be busy doing 17 other things tomorrow if we hadn't just decided to go ahead and send out invitations.

Your dad started working on a slideshow of pictures a few weeks ago. I haven't watched it because I can't. I mean, I will when there are people here obviously, and I'll do the best I can not to cry in front of everyone, but I will probably fail miserably.

You know this about me, though.

Your dad was a Boy Scout. He made it to the rank of Life, the one just below Eagle, before general adolescence and after school jobs and I came along as distractions. I've always said that I tried to get him to finish it, and I think he'd even agree, but it just didn't work out that way.

Before we even had children, we had the conversation about scouting. I'd never been involved, except for one Girl Scouts meeting my parents forced me to attend. They were sewing tiny little pillows. I turned around, walked out the door, never wanting to go back. My brother wasn't a scout. I didn't really know what all was involved, aside from what I saw while dating your dad. We debated whether we'd want our kids to join, especially after the controversies that the organization faced back then.

He was torn. I was sure I didn't want anything to do with the organization.

Then you came along.

As you got nearer and nearer to the age Cub Scouts starts, he grew restless. He was still conflicted, but found himself weighing all the things he had learned and experienced, all the friends he had made. You've heard his stories about the epic 50 mile backpacking trips, especially the one about the bear, more times than you can count. He loved being a Boy Scout.

The compromise was a simple one. I'd agree that you could join, but he had to be involved in leadership. He hesitated, but only for a moment. He wanted it for you that badly.

Little did I know that a decision made purely out of the fondness for his memories would lead us here, over ten years later.

They say that only 4% of kids who join scouting complete the Eagle rank. Out of your original Cub Scout Den, you're the only one who stuck it out until the end. Over those years, you were met with many decisions about what you wanted to do, which way you wanted to go. I think you were about 12 or 13 when you first mentioned that you wanted to finish it. I don't know that you realized just how much work was involved, but you set the goal.

To get there, you had to forgo other things, and some of those things are the things you love the very most in this world. Top of that list? You took a year off of winter drumline to finish up your last few badges and complete your project.

I know that it was probably the hardest decision you've made in your life so far. I know adults who would never be able to give up something they love that much, even if it was only for a year, so that they could complete a goal.

You begrudgingly chose to focus on Scouts, because you knew that the older you became, the harder it would be to finish. Can you imagine trying to get any of it done this year, with the class schedule you have right now? Your dad nudged you in this direction, urged you to learn from his time in Scouting, hoping that you'd make the choice, but left it to you.

We laid that decision at your feet and walked away.

And you did it.

I know how hard it was, seeing your friends go on to Worlds without you. You know what, though? They understood, which is why so many of them will be here to celebrate with you. The drums waited. And you're back now, leading the bass line, going to Worlds this year.

I've always been the peripheral parent to Scouting. Dad has always been the one more involved. I've been just far enough away to watch you grow and mature through the years, in part because of your journey in scouts. You've gone camping in the mountains in the winter. You've gone canoeing and fishing and shooting. You've designed a project to benefit the hospital you've been volunteering at for years. You've developed the discipline it takes to make hard choices, to see the benefit of long term goals. You've learned to write letters to elected officials and draft personal statements. You've put together presentations. You've become a leader for your troop, for your little brother's den.

You've grown up, matured, changed for the better.

You aren't the little boy who started on this path. You're a young man now, and I'm so proud of who you have already become and who you will someday be.

Spending time this week in preparation for this event, I got to really thinking about the Scout Law, and about how much you exemplify the ideals.

Trustworthy. You are honest, even when telling the truth is difficult.

Loyal. You might tease your friends and your siblings constantly, but you'll protect them to the ends of the Earth.

Friendly. You are a social butterfly, finding connections with people in so many different facets of life.

Courteous. You are well mannered and respectful, you understand the importance of gratitude.

Kind. You love big. You always have. It's just who you are. You are a natural caregiver.

Obedient. I've told you on numerous occasions that you broke me in gently as a parent, and I mean it. You have never had a behavior issue that couldn't be fixed by a snack and a nap.

Cheerful. You're an optimist, always seeing the best in people. Even living with me. (ha)

Thrifty. You are diligent about saving towards things you want, and those things are always, always, always instruments.

Brave. You take on new challenges, jumping in with both feet. You aren't afraid to fail, and even if you do, you dust yourself off and learn so that you can do it better next time.

Clean. Literally and figuratively, you're a good kid.

Reverent. Though we aren't a religious family, I've told you from the time you were young that spirituality isn't something tied to a book or a building. It's more than that. It's faith in something bigger than yourself. For you, it's the outdoors, but even more than that, it's music. That's where your center is, where you always go when you need to sort things out. I can always tell when you're working out something in your head, because you end up at the piano playing Mad, Mad World. 

I'm proud of you, sweetie.

I hope that you enjoy your day tomorrow, and I hope that everything you sacrificed to get here was worth it in the end. I love you.

Spread your wings and fly, Eagle.

Love,
Mom

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Meal Planning, Budgets, Recipes, Shortcuts and Tips.... or how to not hate feeding your family

This is one of those posts I have been meaning to write for a while now, but life keeps getting in the way. As it does.

I was prompted to write this one on a day last week when I saw at least 7 (but probably more) friends stressing about dinner in my newsfeed. Talking about whether they should do a meal subscription service. If so, which one? Do they need an instant pot? Why bother if all the kid will eat is the same three things? Allergies? Texture issues? Very limited budgets?

The biggest issue with these challenges is a simple one: it's endless. Ongoing. Every damn day. It isn't the kind of grown up life thing that happens only every so often, so you can ignore it for a while if needed. Nope. People have to eat every day. It never ever ends.

Then there is the matter of the dishes. THE DISHES. Shakes fist at the sky. Again. Like yesterday.

Also, I'll have you know that in order to even write this post, I'm postponing the morning round of kitchen cleaning. The things I do for you people...

Because there is a lot of information to cover here, I'm going to attempt to organize it in a way that makes sense. It might work. Heh.

Before I get there, a few disclaimers. First, I am sharing what I've learned over years of feeding a small army of humans. Second, there are always going to be pieces that might help you, pieces that might not work at all for your family. That's okay. I hope you find something in here that is useful. Take just that piece and use it, don't feel like this is some list of requirements or something. Third, the wonder of the internet means that apps and websites are forever changing and evolving. This info is current as of today.

STEP ONE : TAKE INVENTORY

Don't worry, this step doesn't involve scary accounting terms, just make a few lists.

1. Items you already have or keep stocked
Open the pantry, the fridge, the freezer. What is always in there? What do you always have? Are there staples that you always keep on hand? Is there stuff in there that you can't identify because it's been so long?

If there are pantry items that need to be used up, frozen foods that are approaching their use-by date, put an asterisk next to them. If you aren't sure how long food stays good for, use this handy chart.
We'll work on getting those used in a few steps.

Here's a pretty basic list of pantry staples you can use to assess your inventory. Feel free to ignore stuff you're never going to use. I buy just about all of these in bulk because we have so many people and I cook nearly all of our meals from scratch. I stocked up on mason jars to keep things fresh, and buy whatever I can from the bins in the bulk section of the store to reduce wasteful packaging. It's also a hell of a lot cheaper. Your quantities should be determined by how fast you'll likely use up the items. In other words, big box stores and huge quantities won't save you money in the long run if they spoil or you never use them. On the flip side, smaller quantities of just about anything that is packaged will be more expensive. Look for the per unit price, not the overall price, to tell if you are actually getting a good deal or not.

2. Things you already know how to cook confidently
I know it probably sounds weird to think of this as taking inventory, but it is essential. Brainstorm, then write down every meal you know how to make. Every meal the other people who cook in your house can make. My husband LOVES spreadsheets and entered them all into a Google sheet online (you can use this for free, and I love free things...they are my favorite). Don't discount any meal, no matter how simple it is. If you can make it and people can eat it, it gets put on the list. When I finally made this list, it was easily over 150 meals. I've since added more. You do not have to eat the same seven dinners every week...but if that kind of routine works, do it.

3. Things you'd like to learn how to make, but don't know how
Another list, I know. This is where you write down the things you'd like to learn how to cook. Don't be afraid to think big here, and include any meals from restaurants you like, foods from other cultures that you might not have attempted making before. Add them all. It's a fantasy list. Have you always wanted to learn how to make Beef Wellington? I have. Seriously, it is on my list. No, I still don't know how to make it.

I set a goal to attempt no more than one new recipe a week, if I'm feeling adventurous. Some weeks I just don't have the energy for that nonsense, so I go with the reliable meals.

4. Resources
What cookbooks do you have? Do you ever use them? Do you know what the terminology means? Does the difference between chopping and mincing matter? (short answer: sometimes) If you can get your hands on one, I highly recommend the America's Test Kitchen series, taken from the PBS series.

If you don't have cookbooks, don't worry. You're reading this on the internet! Hooray! The internet is FULL of recipes. Some websites are more likely to have reliable, tested recipes. I LOVE food.com and allrecipes.com, but here is a list of a whole bunch more.

allrecipes.com
foodnetwork.com
food.com
yummly.com
chow.com
epicurious.com

You're likely to have some degree of success with these websites. Also, anything Alton Brown, make it. Just trust me.

I have a 3 ring binder with clear sheet protectors. If a recipe is a success, it is allowed in the binder. If it fails, it goes into the trash.

Hit or miss places to find recipes include: Facebook videos (they look good, but I've had some horrendous failures), Pinterest (I really do love this site, BUT have had 50/50 success/failure with recipes here), and other blogs. I have a recipe blog, long neglected, if you're inclined. debiehivebuzz.blogspot.com.

STEP TWO: PLANNING AND SHOPPING
Depending on your budget limitations, this could go one way or the other. If dietary restrictions or picky eaters are you main constraint, and cost isn't the biggest issue, plan your menu first. If cost is your most limiting factor, plan your shopping first.

Either way, you'll end up with the same goals.

I learned a very long time ago that I hated grocery shopping with the fire of a billion suns. I go once a week, occasionally more often to pick up fresh produce if needed. I hate hate hate it. I also know that the only way I can feasibly stick to a weekly budget is to limit trips to the store, because even if you are planning just to get one thing, it's never just one thing. To limit those trips and costs, I meal plan, one week at a time.

If cost is your major constraint, build your menu based on seasonal produce and whatever meat on sale. Check the discounted meat section. ALWAYS. If there is something you might use in there, take it home and freeze it before it goes bad. If you're cooking that night, you can easily buy the bruised produce, the day old breads, and save some money. Look for sales on shelf stable goods and stock up when you are able. It may be better to buy meat in bulk and freeze it in smaller sections to use for multiple meals. A whole chicken costs much less per pound than cut chicken. Chicken thighs are much cheaper (and taste better) than white meat. Ground turkey is often cheaper than ground beef, even more so in bigger packages. Again, section and freeze into meal portions. On the flip side, frozen meat can be cheaper than fresh, depending on sales. There are some cuts of pork and beef that are very inexpensive, but do well in slow cookers, so save the money and get the cheaper cut. I buy all our beans, rice and pasta in bulk as well as other pantry staples because it is so much cheaper per meal.

I use a blank monthly calendar template. There are a million online. Do not pay for this. I print them out a few months at a time, because I like pens and paper. If you're a virtual person, good for you. There are calendar apps and list making apps too, but I can't tell you about them because I don't use them. Get off my lawn.


I fill in the calendar first with the dates, then any activities or obligations we have BEFORE I even think about meals. If I know that we're going to be at a high school football game one night, I plan a meal that works for that. If I know that we're going to be home all day, I'll save longer prep meals for those days.

In our house, we aim for 2 vegetarian meals a week. More involved dinners with longer cook and prep times only get made on weekends. Nights that I am working, there's usually a crockpot involved. Busy school nights, I focus on quicker, easier dinners. I do not have an Instant Pot, but people swear by them. I do have two crockpots that get used multiple times a week. Sheet pan dinners are also quick and easy. 

When you are planning out the meals for the week, check over that inventory list. What frozen stuff needs used up? Spare produce that will go bad before the end of the week? Work it in.

There are some amazing apps and websites out there that will help with planning around certain ingredients, or avoiding them for allergy (or picky eater) purposes. Yummly.com allows you to build groups of recipes that exclude items.

A few sites that find recipes based on specific ingredients are supercook.com, myfridgefood.com and myrecipes.com.

Have a recipe that you really want to try, but someone is allergic to one ingredient? Have everything except one ingredient to make that meal? Look for substitutions here. I kid you not, there are ways to make dairy free, egg free, gluten free things that taste good. I promise.

If there is a way to bundle recipes that use shared ingredients, do it, that way you won't waste anything remaining. If you're looking to make meals that will have leftovers, plan your quantities of ingredients accordingly.

Certain meals are easier to make in larger quantities than others, such as the baked penne I made last weekend. LUNCHES FOR EVERYONE.


Once you get the meal list done, make your list. Start with whatever pantry staples need replenished, whatever items you routinely buy. Then add breakfast items or whatever you need to pack lunches. Then go through the menu day by day, adding whatever ingredients you need. Snack options in my house are generally fruit and whatever other snack item was on sale that week. Good luck kids!

I use online coupons that get loaded directly to my card (Kroger stores). It's another step yes, but doesn't take too long, plus it saves money.

STEP THREE: PREP AND COOKING
This is actually the part that I don't mind. When I was pregnant the last time, we did a decent amount of prepping and freezing meals ahead of time since I knew I was having a c-section. It was a lifesaver, and there is really no good reason that I don't do it more often. This is the list we used, plus a few extra recipes. These are all freezer-to-crockpot meals.  If you are generally pressed for time, weekend prep and freeze sessions are amazing. Buy meat in bulk, section it into meal portions and freeze, or cook it ahead. Mashed potatoes can be made in huge amounts, then used for the next day's meal with just a simple reheating. Roast a chicken one night, make stock for soup the following day.

Frozen cut vegetables are generally very inexpensive, often even cheaper than fresh and there is zero room for shame in my life for using them copiously. Frozen, diced, cooked chicken is so amazing in quick meal prep that I feel like it's my dirty little secret, but seriously....I love this stuff. It's cheap too. If you know that you've got a few nights of prep work ahead, cut the vegetables all at once, and bag them in the fridge for the next day. Need browned ground beef for two meals? Do it all together, save half.

If there are other people in your house eating, then there are other people in your house that can help prep or cook. Even young kids can help with many aspects of cooking. And everyone can do dishes. I also started teaching the kids to cook, and each night one of them is supposed to help with dinner. It's SO MUCH more work in the beginning, but they do end up being helpful once they get the basics down.

I do not work as a short order cook. I do not make separate dinners for my kids. I do not make them something else if they don't like what was prepared. If you want to do those things, more power to ya. Honestly. Me? I'm making one dinner a night. Most kids will learn to eat most foods with enough time and persistence. (seriously, last night my 14 year old told me she finally likes this one type of rice I make. ***takes victory lap***). The way we have always handled it was this way: you have to try a bite. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it. There's the cereal. Even with sensory issues, texture issues, a few go-arounds with elimination diets, and strict dietary restrictions, most of my kids are adventurous eaters.

Also, Spaghettios are a meal. So is cereal. Not every night has to be fancy.

STEP FOUR: DISHES
Ugh. Dishes. Speaking of which, I need to go do mine.

I'm sure that I missed a ton of stuff, so ask me questions. I'll edit and add things as we go. Good luck!

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Things That Piss Me Off Tuesday - the all the things edition

Waves. I haven't been writing very often. In fact, I write so rarely anymore that it seems like every post opens up with some apology for the fact that I haven't been writing, some statement of the obvious.

I don't write often.

It is what it is.

I'm busy (and no, this isn't some glorification of busy, just a statement of fact).

I'm not in the mood to deal with comments most of the time either, so there's that. Plus, I've been doing more work and advocacy in the real world, focusing less on the online world lately. Between that, all the assorted kid stuff, working, husband working, husband in school, Halloween costume building and home improvement projects, I just don't have a whole lot of opportunity to type.

I'm making myself do it today.

It just so happens to be a Tuesday, which ends up being the right day for a rant or 7 anyway.

So, let's just do it.

Also. Before I start the actual post, I should let you know that I changed my bio on Facebook a while back now. It reads, "Fueled by coffee and rage." It's also accurate.


The Fresh Hell of the Day
Remember when you could wake up in the morning and not feel like you had to check Twitter immediately upon waking to find out if our great and powerful leader was picking a fight with a new country today? Remember that?

Those were the days.

It is to the point anymore, and has been for months and months now, where every single damn day brings some awful news. The great and powerful leader (I will not use his name here, nor will you EVER catch me referring to him by the title of the position he currently occupies) seems to bring a fresh version of hell every day. Is it something one of his trusted advisers did? Is it one of his kids now declining Secret Service protection? Is it a Twitter pissing match? Is it a string of incoherent words about things and stuff that makes no sense and is impossible to follow with reasons because he lacks any ability to be articulate in any form? (That sentence was too long and I tried to make it as awful as something he'd say, but he would never be able to use the word "articulate" in a sentence, so I'm going to stop trying.)

Is one of the people he appointed rolling back protections for assault victims today? Is it time to push privatization of some industry that has proven how terrible it is at self regulation? Are we talking about that fucking wall again? Which marginalized group is the target today, and what are they being tossed under the bus as a distraction for this time?

I'm fatigued. I'm drained. I've been trying to do everything I can to reassure people in targeted groups that I will fight for them, that I will protect them.

It's become glaringly obvious that those with the power and ability to remove this monster from office have no desire to, and that they won't even bother trying until and unless he poses some existential threat to them. So, buckle up, everyone. Those with the power and ability to do something are, for the most part, among the most privileged people in this country. Rich, white, Christian, cishet men. It'll be a while yet before they feel threatened about anything.

Since we can't count on them, we've got to be willing to fight on the ground. Show up for your community members. Fight for your neighbors. Attend those city council meetings and school board meetings and hearings and campaign events. Get involved in whatever capacity you can. Speak out. Take bystander training. Educate yourself. Study accurate history, because Thor knows we weren't taught it in school. Listen to those who are being marginalized. Believe people who tell you when they are harmed.

We Have To Talk About Scout
Deep breath.

We have to talk about Scout. Scout Schultz was a student at Georgia Tech. Scout was a nonbinary person using they/them pronouns, and had been instrumental in the creation of an LGBTQ+ support organization on the campus. Scout also struggled with mental health issues, and had called the police over the weekend, reporting a suspicious person. They left three suicide notes.

The campus police arrived to find them in a mental breakdown, screaming, "Shoot me!".

And the police did.

Scout died shortly after being shot in the chest.

The campus police, untrained in recognizing and diffusing mental health calls, were not armed with any non-lethal alternatives.

We need to talk about this, for so many reasons.

One, police need to be trained in the recognition of when someone is a suspect in a crime or a threat to others, and when that person is having a mental health crisis.

Two, this is a college campus, full of adolescents and young adults, and the campus police weren't carrying non-lethal options. Bullets or nothing.

Three, the mental health statistics for the LGBTQ+ community are deeply and profoundly troubling, all the more so in light of this particular case. I will link some information here. Please read and understand how at risk this community is. Please. I beg you. These numbers I am sharing here are local to our state, but not at all unique. 

This is why the rhetoric of this administration is so fucking heartless and dangerous. I told someone today that I don't even want to talk about the amount of time I have spent trying to convince LGBTQ+ teenagers that the entire country doesn't hate them.

HELP ME FIX THIS. PLEASE.

While we're at it....
You don't get to determine what gender someone else occupies.
You don't get to decide whether they actually identify with the proper gender.
You don't get to tell them which pronouns are appropriate.
You don't get to tell someone that their orientation is just a phase.

If you woke up this morning inhabiting a body and a gender that fits your identity, if you woke up this morning attracted to people of the so-called opposite gender from yours, take a moment to recognize all the levels of privilege you're occupying from those two facts alone.

If you are a cishet individual and don't understand those with differing identities or orientations, that's 100% on you. It is your responsibility to do the work, not the role of the person you're de-legitimizing by asking for more information before you accept who they are and who they are attracted to.

In a larger scope, think about how burdensome it is to demand that a marginalized person from any marginalized group justify their existence, explain how they've been harmed, convince you that they are entitled to equal protections under the law.  Think about having to do that every single day.

Preschooler Socialization
Shifting gears, I wrote a small blurb on a picture yesterday about how I am not designed for parenting preschoolers. I've got a lot of miles on me parenting preschoolers, but I'm not good at it. I loathe it, in fact. I hate playgroups and story time. I hate forcing myself to make small talk with strangers simply because our kids are in the same age range. I hate that I need to do this in order to adequately socialize my kid.

I'm old now. I'm the old mom. I've been the young mom, the first time mom, the anxious mom not sure what to expect. I've done the whole thing where you make friends and hope your kids remain friends forever only to watch all of those relationships disintegrate over the years anyway. I've been shunned from groups for having too many kids. I've been shunned from groups for having kids that were the wrong ages for the group. (true story)

Last week, I tortured myself more than once in the name of socialization. Took the preschooler to a huge playgroup thing with tons of kids and it was basically like my worst nightmare...but I did the thing where I smiled and pretended I didn't hate it. The best part was when a kid shoved mine over a toy and his mom came running over to tell him that he needed to share the toy with my son because my son, "wasn't as fast as he was". Ummmm. No.

This is why I hate playgroups. People justifying the shitty behavior of their kids, usually because it is a direct reflection of how they're being raised. My kid can be an asshole, sure...but he can share.

Why do we do this? Whyyyyyyyyyyy.

Emmy's
I didn't watch them, so I don't have a whole lot of commentary here but there is one thing I need to mention.

Sean Spicer, you don't get to magically redeem yourself. NO YOU DO NOT.

For fuck's sake, you were paid to lie to the public for months, had tantrums on television, did the bidding of our great and powerful leader. Don't think for one second that we are all going to forget your part in this clusterfuck of an administration because you came out pushing a rolling podium  while laughing at yourself. No.

No damn way.

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