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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

The word DIET... and children, people... Define it for what it is.

Two weeks ago my daughter, almost 12, walked in to the living room wearing one pair of new shorts I had purchased for her (cargo to fit the school's dress code) and another pair in her hand that I had accidentally purchased a size too large.

"MOM. I LOOK FAT IN THESE!" My children are in NO WAY over weight. In fact they beat the health chart between weight, hight and muscle tone. I never use the word or should I say, "I need to go on a diet." Instead, Hubby and I say, "We need to get more extracurricular." Or, "I need more cardio and I need to strengthen my core."

Because the word DIET has lost its true meaning. The meaning of the word diet is what you intake. Your DIET can be fast food, vegan, steak and potatoes, etc. But now days if you say what is your diet? People and more importantly concerning children, take it to mean they need to cut back. To skip meals. To skip important nutrients that help their brains and bodies grow.

My Li'Gal is a candy gal. She loves her sugar. But at the same time she realizes that she needs her vegetables, her protein, her calcium, her vitamin D. I think part of raising our live stock show animals and pets helps put that point forward. Farmer, Jr. is the healthiest eater in the family. Even over ME!

YET he is often criticized for eating healthy and being not particularly 'picky' but just preferring NOT to eat crappy food. Don't get me wrong. He loves his Whataburger (fast-food hamburger joint primarliy in Texas) and he loves his DQ (Dairy Queen, also Texas based) but typically he will choose the healthier choice or skip a meal all together. To me, making smart choices even if seems a testy pallet, I think is mature. And heart and body healthy. (BTW, he just at 13 finally decided that he kinda' likes bacon. I know right? My FIL was in shock for years - Don't like bacon? WTH BOY?" LOL! All in jest... mostly.)

The pediatrician said to limit his love for peanut butter. Of course, again, with his smart pallet you can't fool him. He has the love of peanut butter BUT ONLY Jiff Reduced Fat peanut butter. Believe me, when I can't find it in stock I've tried to trick him. The sandwich comes home maybe half eaten along with the comment, "Mom. That was the wrong peanut butter." Know what? After trying several varieties of peanut butter? He is correct. You can tell the difference in the roast, the sugar, the creamy-ness, etc.

But over all, I stress to my kids that the word DIET means what you eat, NOT HOW you eat.

In part it is the health teachers and coaches for PE. They tell the kids over and over about what they eat and working out and exercise because there are so many children and students in our area that are obese at 4th grade. So as they are trying to make an impact on health to those students it is almost faulting those who ARE in great health. Even my son said recently, "Mom, I'm getting fat. My jean's don't fit." To which I replied, "No. You are in perfect health. You can ask your pediatrician. You are above the average. You are growing. You have grown several inches and your body has to grow OUT a little bit to grow up and support your height.

And it isn't just parents feeling overweight, or coaches and health teachers trying to make an impression but other students. Friends and co-students that feel ill about themselves that make others around them think, "Am I FAT?" "These skinny jeans don't fit me at my size? Am I abnormally sized for my age?"

It isn't about the word DIET. Rather focus on the word HEALTHY. Heart healthy, bone healthy, brain healthy and so on. Carbs are not all bad. Especially for kids. Their brains need carbs and their bodies need energy. Protein, Calcium. When I feed my kids I tell them what they are putting into their bodies. In the mornings I don't require them to eat anything in particular. Although, Farmer, Jr. looks forward to a hot breakfast with eggs and peanut butter toast or a homemade taco with protein and he's a milk - lover. But Lil'Gal is like her Dad. So I tell her, even though they serve breakfast at 9:am at school she may not like it. She's not an early eater. But she understands that her body needs that energy in the morning. So she either settles for something, even cereal or she takes something with her.

I'm not a nagging mom or a maniac but I've heard what kids say. About themselves and to each other. And my daughter thinking she looks fat (which I realize comes with coming into puberty) is unacceptable to me. So watch your words. Because kids are always listening. Always. And maybe curb away from the word that has become dirty and lost its meaning, the word DIET.

Off my soap box,


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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Who needs a laugh? Life and comedy go hand in hand.

Howdy peeps!

I know, once again I left y'all after my promise to be more present in my blog. My friend and author, Melissa Luznicky Garrett has been very dedicated to maintain her blog. Cute family stories, things about her writing, the wickedly cold weather they are still having *BRRRRRR*

But, I'm back. I've had a lot of changes going on over the past, what would I say, 'fiscal' year. Everyone knows about my hip. BTW, it's doing really well. We have had a little more sunshine and a little less chilly weather so the fybro that seemed to follow after the surgery has been more in check.

*SCORE* :-D

I wonder if I was having this problem before but just got distracted by the hip issues. But either way, lets get to the FUNNY STUFF!!!

To keep my thoughts happy I listed to A LOT of stand up comedy via my lovely Serius XM radio! (Is that how you spell it, well you know what I mean). And I switch between the four or five channels available. I have my favorites that I've heard a million times but I still laugh so hard I cry. Although I have to switch here and there and be more aware with the kids in the vehicle as FJ will laugh at curse words (bad example set by me) and Lil'Gal is sure to tell me when something sounds, in her words, "Inappropriate." LOL! My little smartie.

But I've kept notes of several skits that have me laughing out loud to tears! Oh, what a healthy feeling that is to laugh so hard! I mean, it makes a person think "BLEEP! ALL THOSE NEGATIVE, BITTER, PEOPLE! I'm laughing! Adrenaline is pumping through my body! I'M FREAKING HAPPY at this very moment!' And I enjoy the tears of laughter. People driving beside me probably think I'm either nuts or upset, or like I said crazy-nuts. LOL!

So, here are a few I saved for you. Enjoy a few Thursday laughs. There might be a curse here or there but appropriately placed for the perfect impact of comedic genius!

This one is good for parents with younger kids or remember when your kids were toddlers and did the most stupidest things!




(Okay so the next one I found on You-Tube was waaaaay too dirty; not what I'm used to on Serius XM).

But THIS GUY? He cracks ME UP TOTALLY!!!

There's a lot of cursing in this one. So don't play it with small children or your boss around! He has another version of this bit where he totally goes into the ADULT ROCK CONCERT. You totally need to check him out on You-Tube!



Hope you get a laugh today! I have tons more. Some that are really clean and still hilarious and some that the appropriately place curse word and timing makes you laugh until you cry.

So Happy Thursday!!!



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Friday, February 20, 2015

My idea; writing project to help our homeless pets!

A year ago or maybe a little longer (time flies) a started thinking about my final writing assignment from the course I had taken. I had turned in five chapters of a YA I was working on. But after my instructor, who was kind through out the entire course, stated that it didn't seem realistic and that I should change this and that... I kinda got bummed and set it aside. I had planned to revisit it but never did, distracting myself with being so involved with school and CCD and extra curricular activities.

But when it comes down to it... I was offended because the story, although changed in many ways, was based on realistic incidences from my own childhood. That was the second time she had said, "In real life it wouldn't go that way." That was another story I wrote based on a very true incident in my life that changed my life in a humongous way. So, I truly get it when authors get great feed back but that one comment can hit the ego and the heart so hard.

Anyhow, as I mentioned I have been thinking about revisiting it again. Just here and there as time allows. I miss my characters. And, now I realize how authors have these voices in their head. They have been asking me where have I been and what happens next in their lives?

So, in the shower this morning a few of my stories I had written crossed my mind. One in particular. The short story I wrote about our dog, Dulce. The story of how we came to adopt her. Or as I say, she adopted us. I wrote it from her point of view.

(Our crazy loca, Cafe Dulce meaning Brown Sugar)


I thought, "That's a really good story. I should self-publish it." Then it hit me! "What if I self published it and then let the animal care services here locally sell them. I would only charge about 50% to cover the expenses of publication. My kids might even be able to provide the cover art and a few pictures of scenes in the story. In fact, Farmer, Jr. already inquired about who would do the pictures (hinting he was interested in throwing his hat into the ring). The other 50% would be donated to the facility. We have a few other of these facilities in town too but I would start with the one where we got Brandi from.

And, if it worked out, it would be a fun project to write about Brandi's story as well...



So, what do you think of my idea? I'm reviewing the story and even though I was provided with edits and possible changes by my instructor I have a dear friend, Melissa Garrett, whom I trust fully to offer edit ideas and other options I might need to consider.

So, what do you think? Should I GO with it??? It would be fun for me, involve the kids if they can draw a few scenes well, and it would benefit our furry friends.

Comments and thoughts please and thank you!

FARMER*S WIFE
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Take it day by day, and hope to sleep during the nights in between.

Howdy!

I know. Two month late again when I had decided to begin blogging regularly again. My friend and wonderful author went back to blogging again and although I keep up with her day to day on Facebook I still love her blog entries.

Then I think of all the things I want to blog/diary about and then I don't do it. Currently my excuse is that my 7 year old MAC is in the electronic hospital. He's doing well and out of ICU but he has to stay a few days longer to be sure his hard drive (heart) surgery holds.

I know I'm silly about things. Some people giggle that I've named things. But my things are important to me. As a child I had few really nice things. So the care and protection I provided as a child has carried over into my adulthood.

It is heart warming when I see me children, already 11 1/2 and recently 13 still taking time to snuggle each of their stuffed animals in to bed with them (Lil'Gal has suc a collection that she actually wrote a weekly schedule of who gets what night to snuggle with her) *CUTE* right?

Blogging from the iPad since MAC is in physical therapy is hard. But blogger, as I have finally discovered, has improved the app. ie: I can put pictures where I want to. 

Remember when Big Mama went in the ditch with me and the kids after church but kept us safe? Even with the ten foot drop? Poor Big Mama. She has kept us safe through so many incidents. Monday picking the kids up from school and heading home I was side swiped on the right while making a left hand turn from the left hand turn lane and INTO the left lane of my right away. Unlike other people who cross over into the second lane.

Big Mama got her side swiped and power mirror torn off. I carefully pulled into a parking lot to see if the culprit would follow for insurance info. She did. We exchanged insurance info although I had to teach her how to use her phone to take a copy of my insurance. She said, "I think you hit me?" I replied, "Um, I don't think so. I was in my lane, green turning arrow and turned into my lane... So I couldn't have hit you. I think you turned from the wrong lane or glided into me. We will just let insurance work it out. She was shaking. I was fine because I knew it wasn't my fault." Anyhow. Never a call from her insurance so I guess her family and agent told her she was lucky I wasn't suing or filing against her.

My Big Mama, my favorite vehicle I have ever had with the most sentimental value has been through so much! (I own the ditch incident although I just don't understand to this day, that a turn home from Sunday morning church I've made a hundred thousand times, ended me up in that ditch.)

Are you bored of reading me yet? Maybe I should save the Livestock show update and stress of a rabbit dying very other day for my next post. We didn't make the top ten or top anything but WE DID make the blue ribbon sale and that is the most important part of the auction. Farmer, Jr. Placed first with his salty peanut butter bars so I'll have to share that recipe. And Lil'Gal placed 4th in her division in AG mechanics so she got a pink rosette ribbon and several cool prizes!

Over all, things are well. Next post I'll share the interesting facts about a full put hip replacement at the early age of 42. Some people are completely astounded and thrilled at my rapid recovery; others are jealous of my age and agility. Either way, 2015 with a few exceptions is treating me better than 2014. 2014 was kinda, dare I say it, $h!TTY to me.

But I'm always the optimist! I've refund my looking up and not down. And yes, even if coffee on a cold morning like today, my Glass is Half Full (okay, I had two cups of coffee waiting on Big Mama's oil and tire treatment). But tonight I'll be more than half full - and I don't mean coffee! 

Happy Hump-Day! FW/GHFG!


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Holiday blogging

So, since my surgery I haven't signed in to keep up with my blogging. Primarily because I spend most of my time propped on the couch when I'm not working my hip and leg. Which means I'm pretty much online via the iPad and/or the iPhone.

I'm not crazy about the blogger app. Maybe I should try blogging online again using the pad. It might be new and improved and I DO have my wireless keyboard. The blogging app doesn't let me decide where I want to place pictures, etc.

This weekend I shall hop up on the barstool and do a proper blog via the LT. And fill everyone in on the nine day progress report from my Surgeon and finally a bunny update.

I know. It's been brought to my attention that things are quiet and boring in bunny world this year.



Actually, it has been a bit distressing. We were supposed to get two five pens of Californians. But we only got two four pens. So that already left us short spares for each pen. Then Lil'Gal's came down Ill and died one, by one, by one until we lost an entire pen. Knowing Lil'Gal, she had a production for each of the losses. And she was upset that they were all 'her's'. Even though I continually try to express to her that they are all 'our' rabbits. Luckily, our rabbit chair and dear friend has three New Zealands that we will be able to raise. 

So fingers crossed, both kids will be able to make the blue ribbon sale.

IF I can EVER get out to the bunny barn I will start posting bunny pics. (As I am sure everyone, including myself, is tired of hip stories.)

So there is my Thursday evening post. Not looking forward to the eight hour round trip drive tomorrow. This holiday break just hasn't been going how I had it planned in my head. But the tree is decorated, our trees and moving reindeer look bright I the yard at night, and Buddy the Elf has gotten over his bug and is back in the game.


Here are MY babies with THIER polish babies after having just cleaned out the bunny barn. Our bunny barn is awesome! Now if I can just hobble myself out there!

Anyhow, happy Thursday. I promise a more entertaining post next time. Meanwhile,

Happy holidays!

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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

ZERO is UNACCEPTABLE in Glass Half Full's House

Parenting is beautiful, it is fun and loving and everlasting if we are so blessed. Sometimes though. It can be frustrating. We have to go from the euphoria of loving our children as they turn into toddlers with minds of their own, tweens, teens and what I have yet to venture - ADULTS.

Lil'Gal, as anyone who follows me anywhere knows - has a MIND of her own. Before children,  I had life with a daughter all fantasized in my mind. But even though we have bows and cuddles and tells stories together (well, her at 11 and in middle school while I secretly check the list to be sure we are on the same front and take names of the students I want to keep a-watch-on) we still find ourselves on the same page quite often.

Farmer, Jr. pretty much just tows the rope = anything that will get him to his next fishing trip or hunting excursion. (I remind him often how lucky he is to have so many opportunities afforded to him thanks the the hard work of his parents [Me and Daddy], his grandparents and all the sharing and wonderful friends we have.)

Even considering his dysgraphic disability he makes fantastic grades. A) He works as hard as he can; B) Under 504 the school knows he is an over achiever but that he needs accommodations to demonstrated that. C) He is blessed to have parents who are very involved and teachers who work with the parents and students.

So, today. The last week of the third week grading period. BEFORE WE ARE OFF FOR A MONTH. I receive a notification email that he has…. wait… I must breathe…. Okay…. No… wait….

A ZERO on an Independent Reading Assignment. HE READS LIKE A GENOUS (the boy can't write or print or get a word on paper but he could interpret an entire three book series as a play written in millions of words.).

I emailed his teacher immediately and as soon as I got him to myself at school I inquired:

"Ahem. What about that Independent Reading Assignment. You received a zero."

FJ, "What? I don't know what you are talking about…. Um, wait. Maybe. Let me see if it is in my binder. *searching overly full binder* I think this is it. But I didn't understand it."

Me, [Reading. For him? The easiest FREEEKING assignment ever,  knowing him and his reading.]

Me, "WTHell?"

FJ, "Well, I didn't understand it and I didn't have a book to read."

Me, "Um, look at your bookshelf. You have hundreds of books there that you have read and I can ask you a question about any one of them and you could totally tell me the entire story in cliff notes."

FJ, "Well, its too late."

Me, "UM, NO. PICK A BOOK AND DO THE ASSIGNMENT."

FJ, *Huffing off.*

Like less than ten minutes later:

FJ, "Here it is. I picked my questions and wrote them on the sheet."

Me, [reviewing his answers], A) The assignment was to write the answers on a separate piece of paper and stapled to the assignment sheet. B) We can't read your answers (due to his dysgraphia) so you can dictate your answers and I will type them and we will attach both sheets.

FJ, "I am NOT going to rewrite the answers for such a small assignment (it is a minor grade and he currently has an A in his worst subject.)

Me, "UM. OH YES YOU WILL. *Pointing to Instructions* and you WILL dictate to me your answers. AND lucky for you I WILL type them up for you and print them and you will attach them to your assignment sheet."

FJ, "For such a minor grade?"

Me, "ZEROS are UNACCEPTABLE in THIS HOUSE."

Parenting is truly a joy. Not a right, but a beautiful gift and responsibility. My kids are awesome and great! But I raise them with the concept. Do you wanna' just do enough to get by? Or do you wanna' rule your world. In the end it is their decision. All we can do is direct them.

But little life lessons like the one tonight weigh out in the end. Things I taught my children and lessons I expressed and explained when they were five and six, they still bring to the table at 11 1/3 and weeks from 13. Every lesson counts. Every hug counts. Every atta'boy counts. And on the rare occasion the "that's all you feel like offering of yourself?" Makes a point too.

Happy parenting. It is by most… my favorite career ever.


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