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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…

AAY: Thinking About Mom

Published March 5, 2017 by lynn k scott

I took advantage of the free shipping weekend (orders $35+).  There was a cute pink camo bag I just had to have.  Ok, you twisted my arm…here is the bag I ordered:

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This post deals with starting to think about your mom, or a mom you know.  It won’t be long until the special day we celebrate our mom is upon us:  Mother’s Day.  In addition to the cute bag I just order, I am an Army mom after all (have to represent, right?), I ordered this adorable mug for someone to give to their mom.

fb_img_1488726314349.jpgThe website is constantly adding new items all the time.  I just happened to see this mug, while ordering my bag.  I couldn’t resist it.  It’s simple, yet refined and I know my mom would have loved it, if she were still here to give it to.  The mug does come with a gift box, so just adding a card and putting it in a gift bag or wrapping it is all that would be needed.  Great deal for just $7.50.

There are more “mom” mugs on the way.  They are currently being show on the website, however, since they aren’t in stock at the moment, orders can’t be placed just yet.  That’s why it’s important to keep checking back. Of course, I will give you a  preview of what’s to come…Did I mention these mugs will come with a card too?

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Who am I?

Published March 1, 2017 by lynn k scott

Boy, if that’s not a loaded question!  I was thinking about this the other day.  How people perceive me, what they’ve said about me and what I think of me.

So here I am in a nutshell:

  • I am strong (or so I have been told).
  • I am weak (I have my moments).
  • I am trying to be a better person.
  • I am full of self-doubt.
  • I am trying to stay positive when my world crashes in around me.
  • I am the mature one; always having to be responsible.
  • I am a decision maker.  It is a tiring job.
  • I am a wife.
  • I am a mother.
  • I am someone’s worst enemy.
  • I am outspoken.
  • I cry too much.
  • I hurt too much (in my heart).
  • I am sick (chronic illness).
  • I am scared (at times).
  • I am brave (because I have to be).
  • I can sympathize.
  • I am a good listener.
  • I am a friend.
  • I am patriotic.
  • I am honest.
  • I am blunt (too much at times).
  • I am an old soul.
  • I am tired.
  • I am a survivor.

I am me.

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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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.

 

 

My friend’s son

Published February 12, 2016 by lynn k scott

One of my daughter’s Godmothers, has two boys, ages 5 and 7.  I am always getting updates on the 5 year old and the status of her ever-greying hair.

This morning, she shares a conversation that her 5-year old initiated.

Son:  “Mom.  When my ‘totoy’ get big, it’s showing off its muscles”.

Now, I’m not going to go into the scientific definition of ‘totoy’.  Just know that it’s a male appendage, just south of the torso.

His mom, my friend, had no response other than almost dying.  I, on the other hand, busted out laughing, almost hysterically.

You have to appreciate how kids think and then choose to express themselves.  Their perspective is completely original and they aren’t shy about sharing.

Thank you to whomever created hair dye.  The moms of the world appreciate you!

A Funny “TMI”

Published February 3, 2016 by lynn k scott

I rarely share information like this, but I shared it with a friend who encouraged me to blog about it.  It’s a “you gotta be kidding me” moment that I will bet most moms will laugh at and can completely relate to in one way or another.

It’s been a hectic morning, both at home (before I left for the office) and now at the office. It may only be Wednesday, but I swear this day is trying for a repeat performance of Monday.

I decide it’s time for a restroom break (no it’s not going to get gross).  I grab a pantyliner from my purse and bring it with me to the restroom.  If you’re a male and clueless as to what a pantyliner is, ask Google, if you don’t want to ask your wife or girlfriend.

I unwrap the pantyliner and discover that it has a beautiful pattern of purple glitter all over it.  Obviously, there’s no way I can use it; not like it was a necessity anyway.  I discard it and carry on.

I sit and ponder for a moment.  Why is there trace amounts of purple glitter in my purse? What did my daughter give me to hold that glitter-fied my purse?  How long has it been there?  Why haven’t I noticed it before?  What else (in the purse) is all sparkly now?

It’s hard enough being a woman at times.  When your child(ren) decide to “help” you, even unintentionally, it can be just that more challenging to get through the day.

So while purple is my favorite color, I think I’ll keep the glitter away from sensitive body parts.

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