Back Scratcher

Good Morning Wonders!

It’s Monday and I actually had some madness over the weekend that I need to share.

I have a back scratcher “The Bearclaw!” but I didn’t know it’s full potential. I bought it at Walgreens 2 years ago just because I liked the way it looked. Having capsulitis I can’t always lift my shoulders and definitely can’t rotate them at will, so this little tool was needed.

Well Saturday while the carpet was being vacuumed I noticed it wasn’t picking up anything. Why would it? Kids don’t pick up anything on the floor they just think the vacuum destroys things like the garage disposal does with limitations. Anyway as I was clearing out the sock,, Legos and dog hairs, the more you pull out the deeper you must go. I used a Pencil, toothbrush, comb end, hanger ( tried it but the bent end deterred my efforts.). I looked around and finally I saw something that I thought would reach, The Back Scratcher!

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I was digging and digging and when I went to pull it out, well, it got stuck. I gave it another pull and what? The arm extended. What? I didn’t know that. All this time I’ve been using it to just get to my bra strap and I could have scratched my whole back. I could have gone over my shoulder and scratched my butt if I wanted too. I’m such a dork! Have could I’ve not known. Now the super back scratcher, my new favorite tool is so becoming and has multiple uses.

I’ve used it to reach in and get clothes out of the dryer. Sssh, don’t tell the hubby I still need the pedestal for my washer and dryer. It hurts to extend my shoulder and reach into the back of the dryer. I’m convinced if it was on a pedestal I would be waist level to the opening and then could reach my whole torso into the dryer. That would be better until my back goes out. But I’ve been saved at least for now by my handy back scratcher.

I also used to to change the time on my wall clock.

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Now it doesn’t have to be right 50% of the time.

Wonderers I’ll get back to you on all the other things my back scratcher can do. Alex thinks I’m Inspector Gadget. I’ll have to watch the reruns, I’m not sure if that a compliment or not.

Well I’m off to art camp. 🙂
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.

PTA

Hello Wonderers:

In the beginning of the school year I signed for the PTA (Parent Teacher Association. I agreed to do all volunteer titles but especially – The Baking Committee. I never received a call all year but last week I signed up to volunteer.

Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I did hall monitoring. Thursday afternoon I made and distributed popcorn and drinks for Teacher Appreciation. Friday I baked desserts for a staff luncheon.

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By Friday afternoon I was exhausted but I enjoyed my week of volunteering. At this point they asked where I’ve been all year. My thoughts on that question – I signed up PTA (please take action.)

Me, not you

Good Morning Wonders:

My husband is away on business but before he left he said to me I couldn’t go because I needed to stay and watch the kids. He left yesterday at 5 a.m. At 9 a.m., just 4 hours later, I was at urgent care with J. Beads in her nose!
Well honey, I’m setting the tone for my week with the kids, not you. And this curse has been fulfilled. Just 4 hours in and need has been checked . We are moving on to fun.

You left grocery money for me to go food shopping. Guess what? We will be eating out everyday. I’ve already got my map together of where kids eat free. I’m not cooking not one night. I’m in charge of the diet this week, not you. So you know we had CiCi pizza last night, all you can eat. I cancelled my doctor’s appointment this morning. A1c don’t lie. And I’ll probably have pizza again this week. We are sorry you don’t like pizza but we do.

I’ve got a project lined up for everyday this week. Something you wouldn’t let me do or something you told me to wait on. I’m starting with hanging curtains in our living room. I’ve been waiting on you for two years. Today is the day! I’ve got plenty of plaster if I put a hole in the walls. But I got a leveler and a stud finder from a neighbor, hopefully that means I will only put purposeful holes in the wall :-).

I’m relaxing the rules, just a little, because we need a break too. I’m in charge this week. Me, not you. ME!

I’m putting this in writing just in case some of my projects go awry so you’ll know I went a little crazy, but be sure, we will be having fun this week. Fun, fun, fun, fun…..fun.

Disclaimer Wonderers . This is not rebellion or complaints. It’s a proclamation. Mundy Madness is in the house .

Clearing Out the Mind

Goody Wonderers:

I tend to over think these things but I’m wondering if I clean out the office will it come with a clarity of what career I can for with the rest of my life? I know already my main focus is to be mother, guardian, protector of my grandchildren, but what else can I do. I have a college education and work experience. I think I need a job! But what kind of job?

Working from home would be an ideal situation for me because I need/have to manage my stress level to stay healthy. Family life is about all the stress I can handle.  I used to go to work to escape the stress from home and go home to escape the stress from work.  Now there is no happy medium.  I can no longer do both but I feel I want to do something.

Here’s my problem.  I do tend to let people pile things up on me. You remember that’s apart of my personality trait. I start one job and end up with two additional job descriptions. It’s that cause in the work contract, “and any other duty to perform the job to the fullest function”, that gets me in trouble. I never know how to say, “No.” And before I know it I’ve worked myself into a health crisis. It might take me a long time to get there but I get there eventually. And my doctor says, “No.”

So, Here is my job consideration list:
1. Can’t be a 9-5 job.
2. Must be flexible to work when I feel up to it.
3. Prefer to work from home.
4. Can’t be stressful or strenuous.
5. Must pay well.

Anybody know of any jobs that fit that description?

I might just have to change my home classification to Domestic Engineer and put a dollar amount of my duties. I wonder if my husband can pay me and it be a tax write off for one of us. (Must ask that question when I do my taxes.)  Until then,  honey can I get an allowance for cleaning the office?

Mental Note: Don’t touch anything until I get a response.  I let you know how it works out.

The Sexiest Woman Alive

Yesterday, I saw that Scarlett Johansson Is the sexiest woman alive. I think she is gorgeous, but the sexiest alive? So I asked me husband.

Me: Is Scarlet the sexiest woman alive?

Him: I think she is beautiful but not the sexiest alive.

Me: Well then, who is?

Him: I don’t know.

Me: You don’t know?

Him: I answered your question. No she is not the sexiest and I don’t know who is!

CHICKEN!!

Girl Power

Hello Wonders:

“I’m off the friendship level”, he said. “I’m on the first level and I’m gonna keep changing levels until I’m on the girlfriend level. That will be when I’m in high school.” These are the words of my sixth grader first thing this morning. We had just sat down for breakfast. I hadn’t even had a chance to sip on my coffee and I must have had a look that made him feel I was perplexed because he said it again.

I asked the question of what is first level.

His response: I met a girl and I’m gonna get two passes for us to go to art class at lunch. We had lunch together and I like her and she likes to draw like me.

Okay, I understand.

Last semester he met a girl that liked music and played on the school orchestra. He joined the orchestra at the deadline and started playing the violin. Turns out he is pretty good at it. He is artistic but did not elect to have art as a class this year but he changed his roster to take art this semester for the new level interest.

Little does he know he has been on the first level for a while now. Last summer he learned to ride a bike from the little girl across the street. She is younger than he is but a girl just the same. At least six family members have been trying to teach him to ride for several years now but the little girl across the street gave him the confidence to let go of his fear.

While he was learning to swim, he held his breath, went under water and opened his eyes because the female life guard called him cute.

Dear Girls:

I thank you for encouraging my son to try new things. Please continue to use your girl powers for good and not evil. Be warned, if/when you start leading him unto a path of destruction, I will be there to thwart your efforts. Until that time, I love you.
Sincerely,
His Mom

I think I have about another three years before I have to worry about the high school girlfriend because when he came home I asked him how his lunch date went. He replied, “It was okay but you’re still my best girl.

Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.

Stepparent

Good morning wonders.

I dislike the word stepparent. So many people do not understand the meaning of the word. The dictionary defines it as someone that your mother or father marries after the marriage to or relationship with your other parent has ended. Well step parents I’m here to define it a little more for you and as my grandfather would say, “If you throw a stone at a pack of dogs, the one that hollers is the one you hit!”

Disclaimer: I’m speaking to the stepparents whose spouses have visitation rights and don’t use them.

I think the definition of stepparent should include the perspective of a child. That’s the missing element. So from the child’s point of view I’m redefining the definition to include some points of reference from the child.

If you are a stepparent and your spouses children are not allowed over your house, you are not a stepparent.

If you are a stepparent and your spouse is mentally, physically, financially or socially supporting your children but is not supporting their own, you are not a stepparent. As a woman I have never been able to understand this one myself. I don’t know how you would expect a child to understand.

If you are a stepparent and your spouse has had no communication with their child, can you help them? It won’t be easy in all cases but we have FaceTime, Skype, Twitter, Instagram and a host of other ways of communicating that distant should no longer be a deterrent.

Look I know a lot of you have reasons for why your not involved in your children’s lives but if it’s not a court ordered situation to stay away, you may need to look deeper and find a way to make a place into your child’s life. As far as my definition goes:

Stepparent – you stepped into a child’s life because you saw there was a need. But fulfilling that step makes you a parent.

Step parenting is not for the weak hearted. I want to see you be brave.

Night Clarity

Wonderers:

This is my time. I do most things this time of night. Housework, homework, special projects and I even watch my prime time television this time of night. I’m usually out like a light around 8 p.m. But 12-4 a.m. Is my alone time. Time to be by myself with no traffic running interference with my mind. But tonight is different wonderers. After a week of being by myself I realize I don’t really want to be alone. That is surprising to me because I have felt alone all of my life. Except for my immediate family, I really don’t interact socially outside of normal circumstances. I’m not saying I don’t socialize. I do within circles. Work people I socialize at work. Just to hang out with people has never been my thing. I’m always amazed when I leave a group of people and realize the impact I’ve made in that circle because I always feel like I’m outside of it all. I admire extroverted people but I’m not one of them. I’ve never felt the need to be with people for me but for them. If I can help someone that’s what I live for. But tonight, I feel alone.

When I get out of this room, I am seriously going to try to make a friend. I am going to open myself up to socializing more and allowing people to get to know me. I know I keep people in a box but I think it is time to broaden my personality and let down some walls. I am classified as the personality type of ISFJ – introverted sensing feeling judging, if you care to know a little about how I flow. You can check out your personality type at
personalitypage.com

So that’s me in the nutshell, wonderers. I’m naming 2014 as the year of reinventing or maybe I should say reinvesting myself. That’s fitting I think. 2013 was my resurrection year. I have physically and mentally been put back together and I think it is time to get back out there and do my thing.

My garage is empty. I missed all the end of the year dumpster diving and treasure hunting but my portrait class starts next week and I’m coming up on a year of blogging. So much to look forward too. I think it’s time for a creative giveaway. I will be working hard to come up with something worth sharing,

Until then, thanks for perusing and listening wonders and as always, keep wondering

Mundy Madness – I’m Recovering Fine

Good morning wonders:

This morning I was watching a yoga program when the instructor questioned mental adversity – was I using it as a stepping shield or a stepping stone? Noticed I said “watching” but I’ll say stone and I’m going to attempt to use my humor to throw a few this morning. For those who don’t know me humor is my defense mechanism. And if I can find the humor, All is well!

I have been in the bed for a week now with five more weeks to go and I have already discovered I need to build another house. This is my senior survivor moment.

To get around on my own my house will need a mini kitchen upstairs. A Bowl of oatmeal would be a survival food but no one knows how to make it. I said to my husband “I’ve been making oatmeal for these kids all of their lives how come they don’t know how to make oatmeal?” He just shook his head saying, “You answered your own question!” What ?

I also would have never suspected my children do not have a standard eating pattern. Well I’ve been feeding them for over 30 years breakfast, midmorning snack, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner and dessert without having to be provoked. They are willing to do it, some of them came home to do it, I just have to ask! People lunch is around noon. Hint, hint.

My new home has to have eye level cabinets along with an eye level stove. I would have never known how much bending and squatting I did in the course of a day. But reaching back into the depth of a floor cabinet is senseless. And it is amazing how everything ends up on the floor. If it wasn’t for J I would be depressed living in the mess I made. She keeps picking up my things for me singing, “Clean up, clean up, everybody clean up!” But the everybody sounds different than the rest of the song.

I need a dumbwaiter! Everybody brings things up, nobody takes things down. If I had a kitchen upstairs I could wash dishes. Sike!!!! No housework for me!

Oh wait, I have been brainstorming. I repurposed a Christmas gift temporarily.

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Desktop easel transformed into a bedside tv stand. My greatest creation this year!
Okay morning pain is calling me. Time to wake someone up so I can get something to eat so I can take a pill. I’m thinking instead of building a new house, I should send one of the kiddies to butler school. It might be a wiser investment.

Until next time, I’m recovering fine, but keep wondering.