My kids don’t always like spicy salsa. This is a great condiment for eggs or Lettuce Tacos or anything that needs some added flavor. The shredded jicama makes it look like cheese and for my brain that makes my Lettuce Taco taste better.
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Last night we went to an event at the kids’ school put on by the Baptists. It was a weird event– at the end of the day they put up a bunch of gigantic bouncy things and invited the kids to what they called a Community Event. Earlier in the week the school sent home an invitation. It was impossible to say no to the boys without telling them why. For me the “why” would have been something like–“Hey kids, we can’t go to that event because the Baptists actively campaign against our marriage and family in the two countries we are citizens of and they don’t support our family so we can’t go to their event and eat their hot-dogs because it is a trick.” That message seemed inappropriate for children, so I took them to the event. They had a couple of guys playing music who were super talented, some hamburgers and hot-dogs, and a bunch of games for the kids, manned by very attractive teenagers. Some other parents who we know from the school were also there. The kids had a fantastic time with their friends and everything was free. All in all, it was a great event for the kids. I ended up having a couple of weird conversations with two of the Baptists. One was taking part in a survey that I answered honestly. The girl doing the survey asked if I believed in heaven or hell and I said no. Then she asked what happens after I die, and I said I honestly didn’t know. She didn’t seem to like my answer and prodded “What do you think happens?” I thought about it for a moment and realized that I really don’t know, and said so (as I answered her I realized I am kind of okay with not knowing). I realized no one really knows. I could tell she was pretty uncomfortable with my answer. She asked if she could show me what the Bible says,...
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I hate the feeling when I screw up. I like to be together, kind, thoughtful, organized, tidy etc—all the good words. However it seems like when I go fast, I start to miss things. I am much better able to be all the good words when I have time to think, time to plan and mental capacity for all the bits and pieces that make up my life. I don’t like messing up. But it happens. It happens with my kids when I get cranky for no reason. It happens with my husband when I forget to tell him about a meeting in the evening and I don’t come home when he expects me to, I am slow to have important conversations, and generally I start to feel like all the balls are dropping around me. I don’t even have time to think about all the balls that are in the air because I am tidying up all the messes for the balls that are dropping. For me, this is a sign that I am too busy. I think about my list which looks something like this: Do 28 day diet Plan Europe trip Book accommodations in Europe Help my daughter problem-solve her school challenges Help my daughter figure out how to get a Toronto Restaurant apprenticeship Create curriculum for workshop in two weeks Communicate with partners about the workshop Coach clients Communicate with people interested in coaching Read client’s new book Read other client’s new book Think about hiring a personal trainer Do client work–web development Write daily for the Crucible as I committed to my coach Wash dishes–dishwasher has been broken since September because of rats Think about buying a new dishwasher when the Pest Control folks come back Get ready for exchange student who may arrive any time Read to my kids Train my dog, or at a bare minimum, get her to the dog park for exercise. Socialize with friends As I write this list, it seems even more...
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I was cleaning out an old desk that I have in my office and I found a picture in a frame at the back of the desk. I “Freecycled” the desk from the side of the road a few years ago so I have no idea who these people are.
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You can ask me anything, don’t be shy. I may choose not to answer it, but as my teachers used to say, “There are no dumb questions.” Now if you have ever been in an adult course, you know this is just not true because I have heard some really dumb questions in my day. But they’re usually asked by the guy who has been checking his email all day on his smart phone instead of paying attention. So I am absolutely sure you won’t be asking dumb questions. I’ll answer the questions I think are most helpful to Crucible Members. By being willing to ask questions, you help create the story on the Crucible. Thanks for participating. Submit a...
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I want to share myself through writing. I want the essence of who I am to sneak through the words and onto the page. Tiny bits of me tumbling through the letters and sentence structure to transmit a little bit of me to people who stop by to read what I have written. I want my voice to sing, I want my words to touch and inspire, I want my hands to touch the keys with love and transfer the emotion to the world that is in my heart.
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