I need to get back to the basics and structure my day around these 7 core “accomplishments” :
My goal is to go 90 days in a row where I accomplish all 7 of these daily ‘TODO’s’. I think too much about how to do things and then wind up not doing anything at all. When I get into a routine, that is when I accomplish the most. I’ve been in this routine before, and I rocked. But I get into slumps, and I’m in one again. I need to start- 1 day, Day One, checking off each item listed above- that is momentum. Day One = momentum. Moving forward. The Mable Nay Way. I’m just going to keep saying that because I like the way it sounds- The Mable Nay Way. Right now my way is the lazy way. There is no progress in being lazy. I have had 4 Day One’s in a row.
I have a plan, I just need to start. “Ok, go. Do it! You can do it!” This is the coach on my right shoulder. “Let’s sleep and eat and watch tv.” This is the high schools stoner on my left shoulder. I often find myself leaning left. I am much better at Pinterest than picking up. Much better at take out than a cook out. It’s just some nights, you know? Some nights you just want to put the baby to bed and lay down on the couch and have someone feed you and change your diaper, because you never want to get off that couch again. And other nights you want to put the baby down and have some friends over for cocktails on the back porch. Some days. Some day.
I will start tomorrow. Or maybe the next day. One of these days, oh world of the wide web, you will hear me cheering my 90 day accomplishment. Just you wait and see.
My apartment is a whole National Park full of animal, earthy smells. A chicken carcass rotting away in the trash can; dirty diapers piling on top of it. Dirty socks left in the living room. More dirty clothes in the bathroom. And although we took care of the trash before leaving for vacation, each scent left its print and we closed the house down to trap them there. Coming home from vacation to these musty, old smells left me feeling down and I thought to myself, I need to create a fresh house scent! I need to Change the Scent of My Life! And then I spiraled into a whole marketing business crazy ideas because I loved the phrase, Change the Scent of Your Life so much, but that is for another blog post. How my mind wanders.
I love entering a home that smells wonderful. That comforting feeling makes me want to hang out in that space. I love smelling food when dinner is cooking. I don’t like smelling food previously cooked. If you live in a newer home, your smell is probably more pleasant than a home that’s housed many families, each a thread weaving a tapestry ode to the Smells of Life. My apartment has housed many families for many decades, and these families tended to stay a long time. We’ve been here for 11 years. The tapestry’s in tatters; it’s not the freshest smelling place.
Scent is the first sense that’s activated when we’re born and is deeply connected to our emotional state, making the sense of smell a far greater influence on our behavior than we realize. I want the smells in my home to say, Hey there, Mable Nay! Hey there husband and Redbird! Let’s all chill out together and relax and breathe clean, good smells!
I want to make my own fragrance because A. I can and B. Plug Ins and store-bought sprays kind of freak me out. Although I’m sure the chemicals in those aren’t concentrated enough to cause any serious health damage, these products wind up as waste in landfills, as well as money in the pocket of corporate America. I prefer to make my own soothing scent.
After doing some research into combinations of essential oils and mood, I decided on oils that would conjure serenity and good vibrations, and create a scent that when people walk in my home they think, wow! this house smells good!
When combining essential oils, I like to use the 30-50-20 solution: 30% Top notes/50% Middle Notes/20% Base Notes. And I rarely mix more than three oils at a time because I am a beginner and I like to keep it simple. Don’t waste your oils!
First combination: I will mix ten drops consisting of Frankincense, Ylang ylang and Lavender and let them melt together for 24 hours or so. I will sniff and adjust until I find the right combination, and use it for my house spray; 10 drops of essential oil per 8 ounces of water. I highly recommend playing with essential oils; mixing them up and finding a scent to enhance the mood of the home. You can find a lot of information on essential oils on AromaWeb.
For my house spray, once I find my perfect combination, I will spray it in every room and let it soak into the curtains and the walls and the wood. Hopefully, we can freshen things up around here.
I am excited to participate in a recipe assignment – #beautydetoxrecipe – as a part of Kimberly Snyder’s Beauty Detox Community. I read her first book a few years ago, The Beauty Detox Solution, and found it practical and inspirational.
This blog assignment is to make a smoothie. I happen to love smoothies and haven’t been eating very well, and could use a good dose of fruit and herbs. I got to thinking, what fruit and herbs pair well together? And then I googled it. If interested in Fruit and Herb pairings, the Blog ‘Organic Authority‘ is a good place to start, and the only place I ventured because I felt satisfied.
I chose parsley as my base green herb because it is easily accessible on my back porch. I did a quick little search to see what suggestions Organic Authority had for me for parsley:
“Parsley is one of the least “sweet” of the leafy herbs, but it still pairs with certain summer fruits. For best results, use parsley with tropical fruits and rich, robust seasonings like ginger. Pair with:”
This is looking good already! I have bananas, ginger and parsley . I could make a smoothie just out of this, and a a squeeze of lemon from the half of lemon in my fridge. But I want to do a little more.
1 banana (I almost always have bananas, fresh or frozen)
1 mango (took the Redbird on a walk and picked up at the corner store)
1 lime worth of juice (took the Redbird on a walk and picked up at the corner store)
a handful of chopped parsley (growing in the neighbor’s herb garden)
1.5 cups H2O
Throw ingredients in to high quality blender, and here’s where I give a shout out to my Vitamix, and blend until smooth. If you are particular, put parsley and ginger in first with water. Blend on low, then add mango. Continue to blend and increase speed, then add banana, and finally add lime juice, then blend on high for 30 seconds to one minute.
Enjoy! This made a mouth-watering smoothie, reminiscent of a delicious margarita!
Blue Angels- taken from our roof in Chicago during an air and water show.
When I was young, I always pictured my life with you, Travel, moving around the world as nomads- hoping trains and freighters, writing stories about our adventures together. That relationship, like many of youth, did not pan out. Although I love my life now, I wouldn’t mind reviving that passion between us, Travel. I miss our sense of adventure.
I WANT to have the relationship we always dreamed of having, but I have a few modifications now, Travel. I mean, I’m older, much older, and I have responsibilities. Sure, I have a good time on vacation. But I don’t LIKE the actual act of traveling, unless it is a roadtrip with days and days ahead to drive. I like it when you are good old RoadTrip Travel. But Airplane Travel, being around you gives me horrible anxiety. Embarrassing amounts. It’s like I think you are going to beat me in public, Airplane Travel. It’s like I expect you to give me a big old black eye while everyone stands around and stares from the eyes in the back of their heads, because they don’t want to look directly at me, and these bystanders are shaking their heads against their own fears of an Airplane Travel beatdown.
And now, with RedBird, well, you don’t even take pity on me. You just go on being your old Airplane Travel rude self. And yet you make my heart race and I feel sweaty when I’m with you, and you almost always take us to an awesome location. I just wish we had more time together. Correction, I wish I had more time for Vacation.
That is how I want it to be between us now, Travel, you escorting me to my True Love, Vacation. There, I said it. Dreams change. Don’t cry, Travel. Maybe we’ll end up together when we are old. When I have more time to spend with you. I’ll say a little prayer for the possibility.
It’s a rainy Saturday morning; 10:30. Redbird is napping. My love is working for the weekend, as he often does and it works out because we require very little daycare. The roof is leaking through the bedroom and kitchen ceilings. And I have to make a confession I love Blade Shelton. Or Sheldon. I need to look that up. And I think I might love country music. This is something I never even considered, but I might be a country girl.
When I am home alone with Baby Bird, and here is another confession, we watch a lot of You Tube music videos. Once we watched an entire Beyonce concert, and let me tell you, Beyoncé PERFORMS! I don’t really know many Beyonce songs, and I could never afford a ticket to her concert, but I’m sure it’s worth every penny, if you like good concerts. I don’t really like going to concerts that much. But on Saturday, when trapped in my leaky apartment alone with my daughter, I feel like I can have my own, comfortable, private showing of YouTube videos and orchestrate whatever concert I want. And today, it is a concert of Modern Country Stars. And I am lost in a long story of simple country life.
Maybe it has to do with spending ages 14-26 living mostly in Nebraska, where I actually rode in the middle of the front and in the back of pick-up trucks, listening to Lynard Sknyard yelling, Turn it Up!” Beer bonging in headlights from cars and trucks blaring Steve Miller Band. Bonfires by lakes and rivers and in cornfields. Nights spent like this drip country into your soul, like an IV of morphine, making life seem simple and happy.
“Rain makes corn; corm makes whiskey; whiskey, whiskey gets my baby feeling frisky, washing all our worries down the drain, rain is a good thang.” Some lyric by an experienced country song writer. I would agree. I like rain. I will let it remind me to keep life simple, like a country song.
“An ocean sky with white-capped clouds that made driving to you a high seas adventure. You’ll always be Nebraska to me.” A lyric by me, an inexperienced song writer feeling the soul of simple.
A photoshopped picture of a crane on a string of cranes. This is from the baby shower. I still have some hanging in my living room.
In the Spring of 2012, I had a miscarriage. I didn’t know I wanted a child, but after finding out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed. I was so overjoyed, that I blurted out to my best friend, ‘I’m pregnant!’ at the tender stage of 6 weeks. She gave me an ‘Are you kidding look?’ she was also 6 weeks pregnant. Four of my high school friends were pregnant at the same time, and we were all 38. So when I miscarried at 10 weeks, it was sad with an extra side of bitter.
Skip ahead 28 weeks later, I’m throwing a baby shower. Please note: I WANTED to throw the baby shower. And I decided to make my own decorations. Paper Cranes. At the time, I didn’t know anything about paper cranes, except that I knew I could figure it out, they looked cool strung together, and I had a ton of brightly colored magazine paper waiting for a purpose. So several weeks before the shower, I dove headfirst into a pool of YouTube videos on the Art of Origami’ing Paper Cranes, and I became a Boss.
What I didn’t realize until later, when my friend shed a tear over her love of the cranes and she shared with me the meaning of Origami Cranes, was just how special these cranes are.
“An ancient Japanese legend promises that anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by a crane. Some stories believe you are granted eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury. This makes them popular gifts for special friends and family. The crane in Japan is one of the mystical or holy creatures (others include the dragon and the tortoise) and is said to live for a thousand years: That is why 1000 cranes are made, one for each year. In some stories it is believed that the 1000 cranes must be completed within one year and they must all be made by the person who is to make the wish at the end. Cranes that are made by that person and given away to another aren’t included: All cranes must be kept by the person wishing at the end.
A thousand paper cranes are traditionally given as a wedding gift by the father, who is wishing a thousand years of happiness and prosperity upon the couple. They can also be given to a new baby for long life and good luck. Hanging them in one’s home is thought to be a powerfully lucky and benevolent charm.”
During that time, I focused on folding bits of paper, creating cranes. Beautiful cranes. These make for awesome decorations. I used old magazines, National Geographic/Southern Living/Catalogs etc., I was saving for a project. I found a great project and these cranes helped me heal. Making them and stringing them together became an after work ritual; I’d make ten and string them together; make ten and string them together. I’m not sure if I made 1000, more or less. Had I known the tradition, I would have made 1000 exactly.
This process, working with my hands to create something beautiful, opened me back up to new possibilities, and one of those cranes granted me a wish.
I spent a lot of time singing THIS SONG, but substituting the word crane for many of the words… try it. You will see what I mean.
This is my Friday Shout out to the Art of Origami Crane Making.