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Tuesday, 29 January 2013
Sunday, 20 January 2013
Mission (Im)Possible?
Every now and then I have check the map and make sure we are headed in the right direction. (Now, I am "mapically" challenged, but you'll get where I'm headed.) I feel a little bit like we have veered off the intended path and are headed in the wrong direction.
The "slinging sisters" (and by slinging I mean fists and insults) and the "handy" man (and by handy I mean a little too hands on!) are starting to let their emotions get the better of them. I'm not paid to referee, nor do I find the job very appealing! So - Hubby and I have come up with Pledge or Mission Statement for our family.
Families are like a small business. Money is exchanged, goods and services are changed hands, people get tired of their job....and when they get tired they stop caring. Like all good businesses, having a mission statement, or a plan is vital to its success. We felt it was time to come up with a Family Mission Statement to strengthen our resolve to be better parents and raise kind, generous individuals who will be engaging contributors to the future. So, unbeknownst to them, our next family meeting will introduce this concept to them. We will hang it on every floor in our house. When we feel the referee whistle come out, we will guide all parties involved over to the poster and get them to read it out loud. We are hoping that the messages hit home, and they can see beyond their minute grievances and stop the anger. We will encourage them to use it to redirect Hubby and I, if they feel we are not living up the set out expectations. (That should be interesting!)
So Pickle, Peach and Coconut better be prepared for the mission ahead of them. However, encouraging them to commit everything they do with kindness in mind - cannot be bad. Wish us luck in this venture - and think about committing to paper your own family mission statement.
I can't believe it but...I am hoping those words make us better, kinder individuals!
Happy Mission Planning,
Kathy Pettit
Monday, 14 January 2013
The Tales of a Tale
But, when you have a tale to tell you have to think and plan ahead. I have finally started the second draft of my novel (which, in case you were interested I started several years ago and dropped like a hot potato while juggling diapers, bottles, and otherwise time-occupying tasks!). I say second draft...but to be perfectly frank, I don't yet have an ending in my first draft - but I do have a hefty portion completed. You see all the ideas are kind of percolating in my head....dripping through the grinds of my brain...finishing with a
So my
I guess I am sharing because I feel like I have now made a commitment, cemented the end result. Publicly (although, there is a handy-dandy delete post button just in case!).
The very first bit I am looking for suggestions on is: The name of the boat for the "bad" royalty. It's fiction/fantasy so let your imagination run wild!
Happy reading!
I can't believe it but...my project is public knowledge. Gulp! (Sorry that wasn't nerves, it was a swig of wine!)
Kathy Pettit
Monday, 7 January 2013
The Self Conscious Extrovert
Incidentally - NOT me dancing |
It is time to freely admit it. A time to share with everyone the painful truth that exists in my life. It's not easy, a few gulps of air (and maybe wine) to bare it all. But I have to lay the burden down.
I can't dance.
There it is. Just like that. The truth. For those that are kind and give me the benefit of the doubt - please don't. You're not doing me any favours. You see, my dance moves (or lack there of) are awkwardly stuck in the 90's. Nobody really "raises the roof" anymore, or pulls off a killer "running man" - or even a perfect 10 "Cabbage Patch." Even if they did - does it look good? Wait! Don't answer that! Truth hurts. The only real dance move I could do with ease was when Kris Kross made me "Jump Jump." The Humpty Dance posed some challenges, as did BBD, Rob Bass, Young MC...I have to face it - I am Rhythmically Challenged.
Luckily, I have a good friend that suffers from the same affliction (or so she says, but she may be one of those fakers that lie to try and make you feel better ;D - kidding BL!), so I am not alone in my inability to move to the rhythm (because rhythm is a dancer, it's a sole companion, you can feel it everywhere...sorry couldn't resist!!)on a dance floor. So, between the two of us we came up with a money-making venture to help us poor moms hit the dance floor. Someone should start up a dance group for beginner mom dancers with no skills - and teach us HOW to dance some basic go-to moves that keep us looking current and confident on the dance floor. I am certain we could find a group of self-conscious moms that would love to never do the "worm" again! (Kidding, I was never co-ordinated enough to pull that off!)
So there it is. Don't think any less of me for my discomfort of all things dance. Instead, rock out to the 90's with me...or, if it's easier, pretend you don't know me on the dance floor. I'll understand.
I can't believe it but...the truth is out there.
Kathy Pettit
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