coffee

/ramble

~ Bon Steele ~ 1 Comment
Heh. Denied.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s this sticky note, pasted to the bottom of my monitor. It says:

Things to Make Happen, Everyday

*laughing
*loving
*yoga
*dancing
*good food
*writing

See?

 

 

Good advice, no?  I am not always able to follow it, though.

Sometimes, laughing is hard. Sometimes my insomnia insists that I will have only the resources for stumbling through my day, yoga be damned.1
But still. I try.

Even when I am operating on just under four hours of sleep. Last night a giant storm moved through the Austin area. It was breathtaking. Beautiful. Freaking loud. I couldn’t sleep at all during it.

Reality seems a bit distant today. Just slightly out of reach.

 

 

Wish me caffeine, you guys. I am going to need it.

Um, Excuse me? I believe I ordered the *large* coffee?

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 – And before my yoga friends chime in with their somewhat inevitable “Yoga cures all ills, including insomnia,” I will simply nod and smile a bit exhaustedly. Because nothing cures all ills.

“You can’t imagine what a pleasure this complete laziness is to me: not a thought in my brain- you might send a ball rolling through it!”

~ Bon Steele ~ 1 Comment
Title is a quote by  Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy

 

Read. Analyze. Write. Read. Analyze. Write.
(Lather, rinse, repeat.)

 

I am supposed to be reading, writing, and doing homework today1. I’ve a ton of it due by tomorrow and it really needs doing.

*sigh*

SERIOUS case of the IDoanWannas.

Well, that’s not strictly accurate. I wanna do something. I want to write on my story. I want to do some editing on what I’ve already written. I want to finish the scene where my protagonists are arguing. I want to nap.

That’s what I want to do.

I don’t want to re-read Alice in Wonderland and deconstruct it into a three page essay. I don’t want to read Kant and Russell for Philosophy, nor do I want to write an autobiographical paper on why I feel a certain way about a given topic for same. I don’t want to read about that cocaine abusing fame chaser, Freud. Further, I don’t want to write a paper on the six different types of the teenage maturation process (early, late, average x gender).

I doanwanna! Idoanwanna! I donawanna!

But I will. Because I must. And once I get into the work, I will enjoy doing it.

At this point, I’m just whining and flailing and in general, enjoying a good tantrum before settling down to the work.

I figure I’ve got at least forty minutes of tantrum time before I have to get started.

 

 

1 – And laundry. Mustn’t forget the laundry.

Lunch as Love

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I am a firm believer in food being a way to express love. Not in a reward-for-good-behavior that I have seen some parents use. More in an I-care-about-what-goes-into-your-body sort of way. This is part of the reason that I get up a little early to pack lunch for The Girl, every morning.
For example, today’s lunch:

mmmm, lunch!

 

 

 

 

 

 

It isn’t a terribly complicated lunch. I mean, there aren’t even any secret messages in it!  However, it is more or less healthy with the added bonus of being full of things she likes.
Sometimes OFTEN Things a Kid Likes ≠ Healthy.  I am lucky in that she digs vegetables (most of them) and fruits (all of them.)
There are people out there whose children will eat a set list of things – and only those things.  Apparently, this has been going since the beginning of time, as evidenced by this book from my own youth (see: dinosaurs, earth-walking.)

If your kid is one of those who only allows say, peanut butter, sliced American cheese and hotdogs to pass their lips – I am truly sorry. I know that watching your skinny noodle of a kid push away yet another plate of food is frustrating. There is are some very good resources out there to help you get nutrition into your bébé  nowadays.
YAY, internets!

Now, I wrote all this so you’d understand that when I went downstairs to get my 3rd cuppa of coffee1, you would understand the eyeroll I allowed myself when I saw The Girl had left her lunch on the counter. At first, I was thinking it was because she had simply forgotten. Until I looked up her school cafeteria’s offerings for the day.

Today's lunch is brought to you by the letters ICK and the numbers BLEAH.

 

 

 

 

That’s OK, though. I will be bringing her lunch to her. I may have…modified her lunch bag a bit, though. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Think she’ll notice?

😀

 

 

 

[1]– Don’t judge.