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Take a Moment; Make a Memory

Published July 12, 2017 by lynn k scott

I found myself, on two separate occasions, talking about memories.  The first time I mentioned memories was on a Facebook link that was in response to a woman who said she was glad women had evolved and didn’t do things like grind their own meat or coffee, can food, prepare homemade meals, etc.

I was mildly offended by that.  While I was born in the early 70s, I take great pride in working a full time job, coming home to cook a homemade dinner (six to seven nights a week), and sitting at the table, with my family, to enjoy it.

I still hang clothes out on the line and I can a lot of different foods throughout the year. To me, I am making memories with my daughter.  Years from now, she will see a jar of preserves and think of my “armageddon shelf” that was always stocked with a variety of jams, soups, stock and vegetables.

Tonight, I was speaking with my Pastor and I used that exact example.  It got me to thinking, “that’s a blog post”.  All to often, especially in today’s society, it’s a “now” or “me” mindset.  While I am guilty of having the same thought pattern on occasion, I don’t seem to do it as often as some people.

It takes hours to make bread from scratch.  I enjoy mixing some flour, yeast and water and getting bread when all is said and done.  I teach my daughter how to measure, mix and make food from ingredients instead of a box.

She and I will go for a walk in a local park.  We might stop and watch the dogs play in the dog park.  We will hunt for pinecones for crafting projects.  Finding a bench and listening to the birds’ melodies as they communicate with each other.

So, I encourage you to spend quality time with those who matter most.  It doesn’t have to cost you anything.  Go to the beach, sit on the sand together and watch the waves crash against the shoreline.  Spend time in the kitchen making culinary creations.  Go to sporting events.  Rock your child in chair.  Go the library and cultivate a love for reading.

When I am finally called Home, I want my family to have memories that will make them smile when they think of me.  That they will feel the love I had for them, when I can no longer physically wrap my arms around them to offer comfort.  Now is the time to take a moment and make a memory.

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!

Boots

Published August 10, 2016 by lynn k scott

Facebook was nice enough to remind me of a short poem I wrote five years ago.  I had forgotten about it; really.  It was a time when I was trying to keep busy; be normal.

It was my son’s first (and only, if i get my wish) deployment.  I was a mess and writing helped.  I wrote to those deployed, other military moms and even new Gold Star moms (hard to do with a deployed child).

I am passionate about supporting our military because I know how much it helps their morale; esp. when being so far from home.  I will be sharing more about that and how others can help, but for now…a simple poem that gave me something to look forward to…

 

I have a spot on the floor
Right near the front door
There’s supposed to be a pair of boots there
But I can’t find them anywhere
I know where they’ve gone
Hopefully, it won’t be too long
For them to be replaced
And I see my son’s smiling face!

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Where were you……?

Published September 11, 2015 by lynn k scott

Today is September 11, 2015.  Today marks the anniversary of an historical attack on U.S. soil that took place 14 years ago. It’s a day I will never forget.; just like those who remember Pearl Harbor, the Berlin Wall crumbling, etc.

I live on the West Coast now and was living here during the attacks.  However, my home state is New York.  I remember heading to class that morning where it was discussed.  That didn’t prepare me for walking into work later that morning.  I was the only New Yorker in the office.  I shared a cubicle with a supervisor, who had her radio on and we were hanging onto every word that was aired.

No less than 30 people came up to me to check on me and my family.  I was blessed to grow up a couple hours outside of New York City.  My family was safe.  I did call my mother.  New York was a mess.  The phones were ringing off the hook.  It was hard communicating with anyone inside NY City at the time.  I received an update that my childhood best friend, her sister and her mother had moved to NY City.  My friend worked in the North Tower.  She made it out safely.  I wouldn’t know that information until hours later. I too, had to sit and wait for an update, like everyone else.

I didn’t make it work for more than hour.  The amount of people checking in on me, was making me physically ill.  Their concern was appreciated, but knowing I waiting to hear if my friend was alive or dead was just too much.  I left work in tears; I had to go home.

So, as Alan Jackson sang, “Where were you when the world stopped turning”?  Please feel free to share your memory.

I will never forget!

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Call Me Dr. Doolittle

Published August 4, 2015 by lynn k scott

Animal lovers; you either are or you aren’t.  I would throw myself in the “am” category.  I get it from my mom.  We had animals throughout my youth.  We took in strays, we took in retired working dogs, oh there’s a cat who needed home….sure, we’re a domesticated zoo (or it felt like one at times.

Recently, we joined a homeschool co-op.  So far, it’s been a wonderful experience.  My daughter is making all sorts of friends and the moms are truly a fantastic group of ladies.  We meet at two different homes, depending on who is hosting.  Last week, the home we met at had a variety of pets.

My daughter walks over holding a little ball of fur.  Her heart had been captured by none-other than “Hammy the Hamster” (as she called him).  Ut-oh…I see where all this cuddling, cooing and petting is going….Yup, to the dreaded, “Mom, can I have a hamster?”

Sure enough, we didn’t even make it home and the question slipped out of her mouth before I killed the ignition upon pulling into the driveway.  Oh boy!  Her dad was going to be “thrilled” at this latest animal prospect.  Her dad never had pets growing up. Our first rescue was almost cause for divorce.  Yup, I was getting the dog and he could stay if he chose to.  Sounds harsh, right? Nah!  Did you miss the title of this blog??  *smile*

Deterrent.  What could I use as a deterrent to the child who remembers everything?  Ah ha!  I research and presentation report. Yeah, that’s the ticket!  Ok, I foolishly thought she’d fall for that.  Oh no!  My ever-vigilant, hamster-wanting child welcomed the challenge.  Heck, she even bumped up the start of school by a week so she could start on her paper.

She insisted on visiting the library last weekend to check out books on hamsters.  She voluntarily took those books to daycare and wrote and entire page of facts and general information about hamsters for her presentation.  That caught me off guard.  She was please as punch at her progress.

Later that evening, I wrote out questions she needed to find answers to in order to present her paper.  She did all that before dinner so she could move her parental presentation to right after dinner instead of the following day.

Considering she has never stood in front of anyone, spoke about what she learned and was doing so on a subject of great interest, I’d say she did a fantastic job.  She closed her “argument” with if allowed to get a hamster, it would help teach her responsibility and help her grow as a person in pursuit of caring for animals.

Uggh!  She played the responsibility card and she sounded sincere.  Knowing her father had said he didn’t want a hamster in the house, he leaves the presentation saying, “it’s up to your mother”.  Well, shoot.  she knows I can’t turn away a pet opportunity.  In fact, I know she’s counting on it.

Final delay tactic; going to the pet store to price out supplies and the cost of adding a rodent to our home.  I should mention, she had asked her Godfather if he’d buy her the hamster, if I agreed.  What a kid, securing the financial part of her endeavor. She’s one smart cookie!

The lil miss and her pup

Published April 30, 2015 by lynn k scott
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             “Smokey”

The lil miss was feeling creative this evening.  I hear her giggling and flashes are going off sporadically.  The camera! Sure enough, the lil miss is on the couch, laying down, arms extended out in front of her.  What is she doing?  Why taking selfies with her pup!

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Ut-oh…she caught us taking selfies

That’s right, a mini photo-shoot was taking place in my livingroom.  The kid is a camera addict.  Smokey, the pup, was more than happy to oblige his kid companion.  He adores her.

As you can see, the cuteness and the fun were definitely a good combination. Oh my lil miss….

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Let me get that spot for you…right ….THERE!

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              A girl and her pup.

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