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And the Oscar goes to….

Published March 27, 2017 by lynn k scott

If you’re a parent of a preteen or a teenager, esp. if she’s a girl, then you are probably used to theatrics on some level.  I swear to you, my 11-year old has a movie career just waiting for her to embrace.

It turns out, a friend and mom, of a preteen boy, found this app, called, “Teen Safe”.  I actually chose to go with MMGuardian Parental Control.  In essence, it turns the cell phone into a paper weight; for whatever hours you choose.  I admit it, I should be better about app searching, because I LOVE this idea.

When my daughter and husband returned home last night, I told them about this wonderful app.  Ok, I thought it was wonderful.  The look of horror on my daughter’s face summed up how great this app truly is going to be.  I suppose I took a bit too much pleasure in her thought of not being able to access her phone for a set number of hours.  To be fair, she should be sleeping when the hours are in effect anyway.

After the look of shock, she sank to her knees, called me a demon and began to contemplate the impending “lock down” of her precious phone.  Now if you recall, she currently attends a small, private, Christian school. Suddenly, she jumps up, runs out the door, but not before uttering, “May the power of Christ repel you!”

I almost busted out laughing.  I’m a demon in need of an exorcism apparently.  All for making sure she gets a good night’s sleep without cellular distraction.  After the amusement wore off, I thought to myself, “well, at least I’m getting my money’s worth (for her school)”.

All in all, I was quite proud of myself.

Yet, the Oscar goes to…

Changing Perspective

Published August 16, 2016 by lynn k scott

It’s an eye-opening experience when you take a moment to evaluate what you want from life.  Over the last few years, my life has changed more than I would have ever imagined.  I know life isn’t fair, bad things happen to good people, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, it will get better….yada yada yada.

At this point in my life, my youngest daughter is everything to me.  She’s the one who’s still at home with me and my world revolves around her.  When I was transitioning my daughter from homeschooling to small, private school, I checked with my boss, who said I could bring her to the office before and after school.

She is a good kid, sits and watches tv (yes our office has that in a large break room). Doesn’t bother anyone.  She used to sit in an unoccupied office prior to that.  One of the owners said, she could watch tv; if she wanted to.

Lately, the main owner has been fixed on some issues that are not the most pressing in the company.  After 30 years of business, and eight months into the year, he wants to change things, see details that take meticulous calculations to obtain and doesn’t understand how the information is calculated.  Unfortunately, I am wrapped up in this data mess, as I administer part of what he is complaining about.

While I only lend my opinion, based on my experience, I do not make any final decisions. However, apparently, because I’m involved, I’m now “public enemy number one” in the eyes of the owner of the company.  Now, my daughter is no longer allowed to watch tv for the two hours after school, while I finish my work day.  I will add, my work has not been negatively affected with my daughter at work.  If anything, I have been working even more to quell the mighty giant who would rather slay me than listen to reason about how his business practices have brought him to the current mess we are cleaning up.  When he chooses to punish me, by taking it out on my daughter, we have a problem.

That being said, the entire situation has caused me to re-evaluate my position within the company.  While I make a decent salary, I am underpaid for all that I do.  My daughter’s education and happiness are paramount.  I realize, no matter what they claim my position is, I’m a glorified paper pusher.  I am great at my job, so I don’t let that discourage me.

Yet, through all of this, I have realized, the job I thought I would probably have for the next decade or so, isn’t the job for me.  I want to be more available for my daughter.  I want more memories of us.  I still have to make money; sadly.  My family still expects to eat, daily, with the lights on, have hot water, clothes, etc…..so I continue to work in the hostile environment of my job.

I told my friends yesterday, I want to go back to wedding planning.  I want to be my own boss.  I enjoy making people happy by working behind the scenes so their special day is full of memories that will make them smile for a lifetime to come.

I enjoy doing walk venue walk-throughs.  Making notes of what will or won’t work for a particular client, attending the wedding rehearsal, ordering dishes, making sure the banquet room tables are set just right.  That the chairs gently “kiss” the tablecloth and aren’t pushed all the way in.  I like making sure the bar is set and ready for when the guests arrive for the cocktail hour, following a timeline.  All the details that the average person doesn’t realize that have to happen to pull off a successful event; is what I enjoy doing.

Over the next year, I will work some freelance events, maybe do some day of coordination for ceremonies and work at building my business so I can work for myself, this time next year.  That’s the goal!

I am currently looking for another job that I can keep my daughter in her present school. If we have to change schools or return to homeschooling, so be it.  Her education and happiness are important and I am over pleasing a male chauvinist who views my job as a necessary evil of having to do business.

Look out Bay Area and Sacramento, a new wedding planning business is on the horizon!

Has it really been a year?

Published November 2, 2015 by lynn k scott

I was standing at the sink, cleaning up after tonight’s dinner and realized that it will be a year, this month, that I created the Pink Herald blog.  I never expected over 150 followers, to my somewhat sporadic writing.  I never expected to find such comfort and peace in sharing my random tid-bits.  Let’s not forget how much cheaper blogging is to therapy.  While, at times, I have sat at the kitchen table, tears streaming down my face as I told my stories, it’s been such a blessing.

Even though my life is still somewhat chaotic, I am more content and comforted by how this past year has played out. While my only surviving sister and I have cut ties, I am ok with it.  I have rejoined the local Blue Star Mothers chapter and even was elected back to the board as Vice President.  My lil miss and I found a local homeschool group that was so supportive and enlightening.  We’re still part of that group, even though we recently made the decision to send my daughter to a private, Christian school.  She’s LOVING it by the way.

I have found a church to call home.  I am now assisting them in the social media realm and have recently been asked to take over the bi-weekly newsletter, while a fellow church member is recovering from cancer.  I was honored to be asked.

We got new neighbors and they are a breath of fresh air.  They are outgoing, kind and we’re becoming good friends.  Our girls all get along and I feel safe with my daughter playing at their house.  I never worry when she’s there.  Folks just aren’t that neighborly in cities anymore.  I miss that and I’m glad we have the opportunity to get to know each other.

My proudest accomplishment this year is the birth of The Kathi Cares Program; in my sister’s honor.  If you missed what the program is about, you can read all about it here. Since coming up with idea and sharing it, a local massage therapist has offered to give gift certificates for the cancer patients.  My close and very inspirational friend, has already donated $25 and I can purchase my first gift card for this December’s recipient.  I even have a PayPal account established in order to help secure donations.  I will work to grow this program into an inspiring, community-based, non-profit.

I have read some truly wonderful, funny, tearful blogs in the last year.  I thank all those who take the time to put their thoughts into words.  I appreciate those who find my blog worthy of following.

Here’s to another adventures year, while tip-tapping on my laptop to put my my brain dictates what shall be in written form.

Adventures in Homeschooling: the 4th grade year

Published September 10, 2015 by lynn k scott

Yesterday, I stopped by to pick up my daughter from a friend’s house.  I had given her some words to look up in the dictionary. Her assignment was to find the word in the dictionary, write its page number she found it on and a quick definition.  That’s sounds fairly easy, right?  WRONG!  To a reluctant fourth grader, I just assigned her to climb Mt. Rushmore, free-hand!

Back to that in a moment.

I walk in the door and I see my daughter gathering her things.  It was then I noticed her hair.  My daughter’s hair goes down her back and is just about to touch her buttocks if it grows much more.  She often pulls it up.  Let me tell you…she got creative!

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Every item she had in her pencil box was in her hair!  I couldn’t stop laughing.  I’ve never seen anyone do this.  My friend hadn’t seen her do it and the expression on his face was priceless.  I told her, “don’t get in the car.  I NEED a picture of this”; knowing I just found my next blog post.

We begin home and that’s when I find out she didn’t do her dictionary terms.  Well, that became her first order of business upon arrival at the house.  I should have gotten out the climbing gear for that mole-hill that she made into a mountain.  “It’s too hard!  Who needs to learn how to use a dictionary anyway?”  SLAM!  That would be the dictionary.

*EXASPERATED MOTHERLY SIGH*

“Ok, put it down, for now.  I’ll have you work on something else”.

“Mom, we need to talk.”  That’s really code for….I’m not happy and I’m about to tell you why.

“Ok, let’s talk.  What’s on your mind?”

“Mom.  You should just accept the fact I’m going to be a failure.  I’m ok with it.  I’ll live a life of crime.  I’ll go to prison, get released, steal something and go back to prison.  That will be my life.”

Ah, my over-dramatic daughter.  Have I expressed how fun nine year-olds can be?

I assured her that wouldn’t be the case.  She wasn’t cut out for prison.  I then offered to switch her to a language program to work on reading and comprehension.  Oh, that went over like a lead balloon.  But guess what, she did it anyway.

My princess settled in and started the computer work.  She didn’t do half bad.  I sat with her while she read aloud.  She stopped during her reading, looked at me and said, “I’m sorry for my behavior.  You know, girls and puberty, right?”

Heaven help me!  I bit my lip to stifle a laugh, as she was dead serious.  I agreed she was hormonal or something and the rest of the evening went off without a hitch.

My husband wanted a little girl.  I warned him that boys were A LOT easier.  He really didn’t know what he was asking for, as this is his first child.  There’s a reason they say to be careful what you wish for.  This child is going to give both of us a run for our money.  I only hope she gets a well-paying acting job because she’s got talent for drama!

Precocious Miss M

Published May 26, 2015 by lynn k scott

Yesterday, the lil miss accompanied me to my job.  She was so excited to come into work with me.  She was able to hang out in the office next to me, played on my phone, listened to music, was thrilled to stamp envelopes for me and then watched TV in the drivers’ room.

She was adorable and cordial to everyone I introduced her too. Everyone told me how cute she was and what a personality she had.  They engaged her in a variety of conversations.

Last night, the lil miss, was telling me how much fun she had at my office.  I let her know everyone enjoyed meeting her as well. She responded with, “Well, how could they not like me?  Make sure you just tell them I said thank you.”  I bit my lip and thought, she’s her mother’s daughter.  I was like that at her age too.

This morning on the way in, I thought to myself….Bette Midler is known as the ‘Divine Miss M’.  Since my daughter’s name begins with an “M”, I have dubbed her the ‘Precocious Miss M’.  I never know what my little, dark-haired beauty, will utter that will render me speechless.

Being MIA

Published April 28, 2015 by lynn k scott

I’d like to apologize for being MIA the last couple of weeks.  Life has chosen to be challenging again in a myriad of ways.  In addition to Life acting like a premenstrual teenager combined with a man who has the flu and is “dying”, the month of June is fast approaching.

Those who follow the Pink Herald know June is the month I lost my sister in 2012 and then my mother in 2013.  It’s also the month I married my ex-husband, the month my childhood friend was killed (on my 3rd wedding anniversary), and the month one of my aunts died.

I continue my efforts to raise funds for Relay for Life.  I look forward to completing laps around the high school, as I represent my team and honor my sister.  At the same time, it’s saddening and overwhelming.

Work has been insanely busy.  I actually have been working during work hours (strange concept, I know).  I have been coming in early and working through lunches.  No one wants my job, so at least that’s a good thing.  I think.

The lil miss is doing well in school.  We are covering multiplication and she does really well at it.  She can do 70 problems and sometimes only gets 1 or 2 problems incorrect.  She actually looked forward to today’s chapter test!

I bought her a journal that discusses growing up, hygiene, personalty, etc.  Last night we completed a page that she circled adjectives that described here.  Then she had to choose three and write why they suited her.  Well, the little stinker went for shock value.  She stole the smile from the Cheshire cat.  She was beaming at my reaction to her sentences.  Lazy

My daughter LOVES to sleep in. She loves the weekend for this reason.

She doesn’t hate school.  She has fun with art and dance and anything creative.  She adores 20150427_182529washing dishes too!

I will try my best to be here a bit more often, but at the moment, I’m finding out who my true friends are.  It’s reached that stage in my support system.  I know I will meet these life challenges, but it would be nice to not be tested so often.

Side note:  If anyone knows any NY lawyers, who shouldn’t be chained to the bottom of the Hudson River, who would like to put a system-abusing, money-sucking leech in his place (pro bono), feel forward to share this blog link!

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