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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!

A Sandwich Inspired by Mom

Published August 9, 2016 by lynn k scott

I would venture to say that food is one of the most important things in our lives (besides for nutrition) that bind us to family, other people and cultures.  We grow up eating a variety of food, mostly influenced by our parents and then we develop our own likes and dislikes and venture further into the culinary journey that helps make us who we are.

My mom was a decent baker, but horrible cook.  When I say horrible, she would admit it, especially after one of our dogs refused her meal.  Seriously!  The dog snubbed his nose at human food.  It was pretty funny at the time and still makes me smile some 30+ years later.  That being said, she did introduce to me to one sandwich, that even to this day, I will still make from time to time.

I will preface the sandwich that I have always been a bit odd when it comes to unique sandwich combos.  Then having spent 25% of my life as vegetarian, can’t believe I can actually even state that figure…but I digress, I ate this sandwich then too.

Ok, here it is…and don’t knock it til ya tried it:  olive and cream cheese sandwich.  It’s relatively easy.  Take your favorite olives, or combination thereof, and dice ’em up.  Add the olives to softened cream cheese and mix.  Now, you can stop there and make a sandwich straight away.

OR…..

Get creative…add a bit of lettuce or perhaps alpha sprouts.  Top with a tomato and then the olive spread.  Perhaps you want to use a hoagie roll or toast your bread of choice?  I’m in California…add an avocado…we put that on everything.  I would post a picture, but I ate my sandwich before snapping a picture.  Sorry, it was just that good!

When all is said and done, it’s a sandwich from my childhood.  It’s a memory of my mom.  It’s one of my comfort foods.

In just 3 years….

Published July 17, 2016 by lynn k scott

If you have a Facebook account, you might be familiar with a semi-new feature called, “On this day”.  It allows you to look back on your posts that you made that day, from years ago. Some days, the memories are ones I don’t care to remember.  Others are one that I can’t believe I had forgotten or immediately bring a smile to my face.

Since 2012-2013, when I discovered I had Celiac’s Disease, during one of the hardest times in my life, losing my sister and mother within a year of each other, I started undergoing a body transformation.

Can I pinpoint exactly what has caused the weight-loss I experienced?  No.  There’s been a combination and I to say which one has done more is virtually impossible.  Obviously, having to change my diet to a gluten-free one was a factor.  Having a stress-level, that probably reach an unhealthy level was another.  Then there were the days and weeks that I was accidentally “glutened” or just didn’t care and ate food that would hurt me.  My body responded appropriately and emptied my system (rather violently at times) and/or caused great pain to remind me that I can’t do that.  Eating healthier, giving up soda, becoming addicted, and competitive, on with my basic FitBit, drinking more water has all played a factor in my weight loss.

So what does this have to do with Facebook?  On July 6, 2016, I had “memories” to look back on and there was one from 2013.  I couldn’t believe looking at the picture how much I had changed.  Ironically, that morning, I had my daughter take a full body pic of me (almost never do this).  I had her do it because I liked the comfy outfit I was wearing and the jeans now another size smaller.

I decided to put the two pictures side by side.  I was blown away.  So much so, I shared it with my Facebook friends.  Those who know me, know I don’t share many pictures of myself, esp. full body ones.  Even my eldest child, who loves to give me grief and isn’t known for compliments, gave me credit for my dramatic change.  I didn’t spend money I didn’t have on a gym, diet pills, or even increase my exercise level dramatically.  I walked a bit more and watched what I was eating.  Ok, I had to watch what I was eating because of the Celiacs, but it was still an opportunity to evaluate my food and beverage choices.  I occasionally will have a soda from time to time or on a bad day, eat half a tub of ice cream, but I still am dropping the weight because I choose to make a conscious effort.

I never thought I would lose as much weight as I have; over 40 pounds.  It’s staying off because it’s been gradual.  Slow and steady wins the weight-loss race.

 

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Thank You Betty Crocker

Published June 23, 2016 by lynn k scott

As my mother’s three year angel-versary approaches (6/25), I can’t help but remember how she always would turn to her red, Betty Crocker cookbook to teach us girls how to cook.  My mother was not a stellar cook, by any means.  In fact, some of her dishes were so bad, even the dogs snubbed their noses at the “treats” were trying to pawn off on them. I will say, she was a better baker than cook.  I always thought the same of myself, until I became an adult.  Now, I am a better cook, although I can hold my own in the baking department.

My specialty as a teen, was making peanut butter cookies.  My younger sisters always asked me to make them.  We didn’t have a kitchen aid, food processor or a lot of fancy gadgets to help us; we did most everything by hand or used a hand mixer, if needed.

That cookbook is such a reminder of my mom.  I used it to learn how to convert measurements, how to cook vegetables, and to make homemade brownies.  Every Christmas, we would make divinity.  I still keep that tradition alive today.  Although, in CA, when it rains half of the winter, it can make it challenging for the divinity to set up right.  If you’ve never had the fun experience of racing against the clock to get the divinity out of the mixing bowl, via two buttered spoons, onto a cookie sheet covered in wax paper, only to have the humidity too high and reduce your divinity clouds into sticky, flat, white puddles…you’re missing out.  However, when it turns out just right…it’s a sugary piece of Heaven that melts in your mouth.

Tonight, in 85 degree weather, I stood near a warming 350-degree stove, and prepared the white sauce to go with my scalloped potatoes.  Once that was completed, I peeled my potatoes (in batches), sliced them thin on my mandoline slicer, arranged them in a nice scalloped design in the ceramic baking dish and alternated layering with adding the sauce. It was during the layering process, I thought about my mom.  She would always remind me to cut the potatoes as thin as possible.  Thankfully, I have a mandoline now and I would be lost without it.

I didn’t get the chance to cook for her often as an adult, but when I did, it meant a lot to her.  I was the cook in our family, after my died passed several years ago.  She loved my Spanish rice.  Neither her, nor my sister, Kathi, could cook rice that wasn’t from a microwavable bag.

Since we didn’t have a lot growing up, when my mom would make scalloped potatoes, it was usually with chopped up ham.  It was a fairly inexpensive casserole, that fed a family of five.  My family now, doesn’t care for the ham in it and they will tolerate the potatoes, as they prefer rice, but they let me make my scalloped potatoes every now and then.  Little do they know how much it means to me.

If you don’t already, I encourage you to cook with your kids, siblings, spouse; family. Spend time together.  Make memories.  Share these moments for generations to come.

 

 

A Child’s Viewpoint

Published March 17, 2016 by lynn k scott

Last year, this was the conversation I had with my then, 9-year old daughter.  I read it this morning and laughed all over again.  You really have to love a child’s viewpoint.

Lil miss: Mommy? Do you know why we celebrate Saint Patrick’s Day?

Me: Yes, do you?

Lil miss: Yup, because we are leprechauns!

Me: Not quite.

Lil miss: Well look how short we are.

Me: *face palm*

“Long Black Train”

Published January 14, 2016 by lynn k scott

I’ve decided, I’m going to post some of my favorite music videos and why I like them.  My taste in music varies greatly.  I like some Heavy Metal, Pop, Rock, Country, Native American, etc.  We won’t discuss it will also give me daily writing material.  That’s besides the point.

Music has played such an integral part in my life.  It’s been there when I have truly been alone.  It’s tied me to more memories, good and bad, than I can count and there’s nothing better than getting in the car, turning up the volume and just driving.

Over the last decade or so, I’ve come to appreciate and like Country music.  My mom loved country music when I was growing up. Country music, gives me a genuine feeling.  There’s just an honesty behind a lot a Country songs; situations that people can relate to.  We’ll start with Josh Turner’s, “Long Black Train“. If you haven’t heard it before, click the link and see what you think.

Besides the obvious metaphorical references to the song, this is the first Josh Turner song I ever heard.  It immediately reminded me of Country songs from the 1980s.  My mother’s favorite band back then was, The Oakridge Boys.  They were a gospel quartet and Richard Sterben sang bass.   Now don’t confuse that with ‘Daddy sang bass’.  I know, I dated myself with that reference.  Some of you are probably scratching your head and going, “Huh”???

Josh just reminded me of Richard was all.  He was also easy on the eyes.  Anyway, this song gave me comfort every time I used to listen to it.  I’ve chosen the wrong path many times throughout my life.  I’ve made some horrible decisions.  Yet, I’m still here and trying to make up for those bad choices.

For me, I also like that the song can reference God and still make it to mainstream radio and not have everyone so PC as to be judgmental about the lyrics.  I won’t be opting to ride the Long Black Train any time soon.  There’s still too much I have left to do.  Years ago, I don’t know if I could have said that, but time changes perspectives and outlooks.

I’d love to hear your perspective on the music links.  If you know this song or have just listened to it for the first time, what are your thoughts?

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