Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Pinterest

http://pinterest.com/

I really love this new website. I am a crafter and also love to bake so when my cousin Mary started talking about this website I knew I needed to try it out. (we usually like the same things) I can't believe I have been functioning without this site. I know that seems a bit over dramatic but if you looked at my yahoo mail folder you would see that I email myself links all the time of things I want to try, learn, bake or just remember and Pinterest allows me to just pin the link onto my board and recall it, in an organized way, when I need it.

Some people make the comments that they like to use pinterest to pretend to be creative but I really have been doing the things I am pinning. I am also able to get to know some of my friends a little better by seeing where they dream of visiting or how they want their dream home to look like. I am also learning new things to do with my kids too. I don't spend that much time on the website everyday, just about 30 minutes, so I don't think I am addicted but I have fallen in love. This is a working and stay at home mothers best wish come true. Or at least mine.

If you need an invite to the site send me your email.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Use it or lose it

I have a vocal music degree and yet I never use it. Aside from the music history trivia that I love I am losing some of my other bits of education but mostly my skills. Now, I am not the most talented singer and have a never cured mental issue with stage fright (it is a big issue) but that doesn't mean I have the right to get rusty. I started to notice this a few months ago when I was singing in our church choir and realized that I was losing some very important notes......namely anything above E5. Yeah that was a big blow since I was quite capable of more than that when I was in school and I am not old enough for my voice to have changed that much. That only means one thing. I have neglected one of my prized possessions. My music. My piano skills are basic and my singing is mainly nursery songs so I have not been continuing my education or maintaining my talents the way that we were taught in the parable to do. I guess I took my one talent and buried it without letting it grow or adding to it.

Last night after correcting Beau in his piano practice I decided that I needed to put a stop to my neglect. I needed to teach my children by example on how even when you are old you still need to practice and protect your talents so that they are ready at a moments notice. After he got done I pulled out my Italian book of songs and chose an old favorite. (I will not admit that I did not warm up my voice) I sang the song and it sounded weak, flat and not at all like Italian but I will say this....... it felt wonderful. Not only because I had that feeling that only an artist can understand. You know, the one where you know you are part of something or that you are creating something that is wonderful. No, it wasn't just that feeling. It was one little princess. She was playing with her brother when I started my first song and I noticed that she was standing and staring at me. By the second song she had pulled a chair up to the piano and after the second time through the song she was looking at me like I was the most wonderful singer in the world. She never uttered a sound just sat there staring at me with a smile on her face. I realized then that I wasn't just hurting myself and God by letting my voice die but I was not letting my kids see a part of me that I love. Sure I sing to, with and at my kids all the time but there is a difference. I didn't realize how big a difference it was until I saw the look on my daughters face when just for that moment her mother was the best person in the world. I am still unable to sing in front of others comfortably but I will sing for her whenever I can and with my real talent not a diluted version of what it once was.

The moral of this story is to find your talents that have started to fade and bring them back. You never know who might need to feel its touch and you don't want to wait until it is too late.

Monday, October 3, 2011

My Family Cookbook

I noticed a month ago that I did not have all of our usual recipes in our family cookbook and in fact didn't have them written anywhere. When Mike and I cook we usually just throw it together from memory and serve (with lots of love of course). This bothered me because I got to thinking about when my kids grow up and move out and how they would probably want to know how to cook their favorite dishes. Or heaven forbid if one of us got sick or was in an accident and we left this world and took those secrets with us. I really don't think Mike could live without my toffee! So I decided to update our cookbook and even type it up too.

I have been spending the past two weeks writing recipes in the book because I want hand written copies on hand and typing each one because if the book is ever lost we still have the book. Also, embarrassingly enough, I have really terrible handwriting and no one can read it so that is another reason to type. One day my grandkids will be looking through my stained cookbook and wondering if I was a serial killer. Only of calorie counters, kids! Anyways, it has been harder than I thought it would be because of the fact that we cook off memory and ab lib quite a bit. I have no idea the measurement in my lasagna nor do I really know how much pepper I use in my chicken pot pie. I just put it in and it works. We are taking note now while we cook and adding to the book. Hopefully, when all is said and cooked we will have a wonderful ever growing cookbook for our children. I am also writing in notes for certain recipes about which kids likes it and how it came to be or how I watched my mom or his mom cook it. So in a way I guess it is a cooking journal to be enjoyed by my terrified grandkids. Maybe I should throw in a slasher recipe just to insure the serial killer vibe.