50 in 2013: Books Six and Seven
Posted: July 12, 2013 Filed under: Book Review Leave a comment
The Last Camellia: A Novel by Sarah Jio
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Fiona, desperate to help her struggling parents, agrees to be a part of an international ring of flower thieves. She has been booked to nanny for a family living in an old English estate housing one of the last remaining camellias known as the Middlebury Pink. Her mission: gain their trust and locate the Middlebury Pink. Once there, she learns the family’s story is rife with sorrow and sadness. The lady of the house was tragically found dead in her beloved garden. Her death a mystery.
More than a half century later…
Haunted by a tragic decision she made as a teenager, Addison has lived most of her adult life trying to lock those memories away. Shedding her birth name, Amanda, her past resurfaces when she hears her named called by a hauntingly familiar voice. A voice she could never forget.
With her past disturbingly close, Addison chooses to flee to her husband’s English countryside manor. While there, she discovers the house itself hides tragic secrets of its own. The lady of the house was found dead in the garden and the family nanny disappeared. As Addison makes herself comfortable in the manor, she discovers locked doors, secret corridors, and uncovers family secrets that were never meant to be revealed. As she solves the mystery of Lady Anna she finds horrific clues that detail events beyond comprehension, she also finds the strength to finally deal with her own secrets.
Suspense, an exotic, rare camellia, a ring of flower thieves, lies, secret codes, betrayal…this book has it all. AMAZING.
My Berlin Kitchen: A Love Story (with Recipes) by Luisa Weiss
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
A tale of following your heart, even when it means deserting love. Sometimes one’s passion can impede his or her growth in a relationship if the passion is not shared. The author’s courage to follow her heart and accept her need to be “home” is inspiring and ultimately leads her to find true happiness in spite of immediate sorrow. Fun read with some delicious looking recipes. Author currently blogs at Wednesday Kitchen.
Project Life 2013: Weeks 20, 21, and 22
Posted: July 2, 2013 Filed under: Project Life 2 CommentsWEEK 20
More color than usual, used the Honey Kit…you can’t help but smile and be happy when you see the bright, fun colors:
Mother’s Day fun, trying to bust out of my schlumpadinka dressing, and the funny ways Jake falls asleep…sweet, tired boy:
Busted out the Midnight. I manage to fall in love with each and every kit for different reasons. I love how this particular kit inspires simplicity:
Please tell me I am not the only person to buy something in multiple colors when it fits??!! LOVED attending Ty’s Open House. He was so proud to show off all his work:
I always run a few weeks behind: the process works better for me that way. As a result, some weeks bring back memories…this week’s layout was one of those. We were driving down the freeway, as we always do, only this day, a large, metal rod came flying at our car. It wasn’t until we stopped that I saw what happened: it had completely impaled the front grill of the car and pierced our radiator. A few more inches up and it would have been an entirely different story. All the while, Mark was out of town…
Went back to my grid card comfort zone. I love the simplicity and look of the white…
Capturing the good and bad of an overwhelming week. Telling the real story…
I let the photos tell the story across the journal card slots this week: Jake’s first and last day of school.
Almost done with week 23, LOVE the colors of the new We R Memory Keepers Unscripted journal cards: bright and fun…
Linking up with The Mom Creative…
In the Blink of an Eye…
Posted: June 28, 2013 Filed under: Jake, Milestones, Tyson Leave a comment
It is hard to believe it is already nearly JULY. And hard to see how quickly the days/months/years go by once the boys start school. Years are no longer measured solely by birthdays, but first and last days of school. In the blink of an eye…
Giveaway Winner
Posted: June 26, 2013 Filed under: Project Life Leave a comment
Thank you to everyone who entered and to all who liked the new Facebook page.
Denise M you are the winner. Please message me your address via Facebook and I’ll throw your goodies in the mail.
Big, Scary Goal of 2013
Posted: June 22, 2013 Filed under: Bucket List, Goals, Running 1 CommentSix months ago, I would have never dreamed I would be HERE: no start line, no race bib, no running shoes. Just me and nearly 400 other “rookies” attempting to battle it out at a local CrossFit Rookie Rumble. Many of us hoping to just place “winner” in our own personal categories of goals.
My journey in CrossFit started out of pure curiosity. In search of something new, I took the dive with a good friend. We entered our local cave for our first on ramp class and were nervous, intimidated by the Google images shone across our computer screens the night before. As we worked our way through the on ramp classes, the puzzles pieces began to fall into place. For the first time in our fitness careers, we were learning proper form, being pushed to our limits, and loving it. Each day brought a new workout, a new challenge, a new success.
I worked my way from two WODs a week to three, eventually working to four or five. Sore became the new normal, bruises proud battle scars, and the numbers on the clock my new ideal v those on a scale. There is nothing more bonding than sharing the mutual suffering of an extraordinary workout. Welcoming smiles, a friendly handshake- the people were becoming just as important as the workouts. Which is how, on a seemingly normal Friday afternoon, I was talked into entering a local Rookie Rumble. The thrill of signing up lasted a few days until the REALITY of the comp started to set in. The truth was, I had never even been to a competition. I had no idea what I had got myself into: my big scary goal of 2013 was set in stone. I was comforted by the fact that there would be no seaweed. Or bike shorts (see last year’s big scary goal).
So, as I walked in to register last weekend on competition morning, I was rendered scared and nervous by the sights and sounds of something completely, utterly DIFFERENT. Used to the comfort of a starting line, race bib, and running shoes, I was surrounded by barbells, kettle bells, and chalk. Unlike running a race, there was nowhere to hide, no pack of runners to fall into if you’re having a bad day.
Only seconds into the first WOD, all the faces quickly disappeared. 21-15-9: squat cleans, kettle bell swings, and lateral jumps stood between me and the end of WOD 1. My only real goal: finish. The funny thing, I wasn’t surrounded by competitors, I was surrounded by a massive mob of support: screaming coming from every angle. The judges coaching me, pushing me, encouraging me…
The nerves never went away. I will likely kick myself for a long time over my misinterpretation of a movement in WOD 3. However, overall, I am in awe of the awesomeness and inspiration I witnessed. So many different life stories, ages, sizes, yet we were all THERE doing the SAME thing. The last finisher receiving a bigger applause than the first, the entire audience willing the individual to finish.
I have never been anywhere with so much love, support and camaraderie. No egos, attitude, or negativity to be found. I am grateful I had four fellow cavers to compete with, to help ease my nerves, and to train with. I am also grateful to all those who came out to support, many of whom woke up early on their Sunday morning to drive out to the competition and many of whom completed the comp WODs with us to help us prepare.
When I toe up to a start line of a race, I am often overwhelmed with a sense of accomplishment. The months of training are the hardest part for me. Race day is the prize. I know I’ll finish. I may not get the time I want, but I know I’ll finish. This competition was an entirely different beast. There was no one start, instead, there were three. Each being very different from the one before. The rise and fall of nerves, excitement, and anticipation made for a long day. I have learned a great deal about myself since starting CrossFit. I am stronger than I ever imagined possible, yet have a long way to go. Like running, it will get easier but never easy and there will always be challenging new goals.
For months, I felt like the fish out of water. However, I have never been surrounded by such supportive comrades and friends. Just as I was a reluctant runner, and felt uneasy calling myself one. I feel as though I can reluctantly say, I am a CrossFitter. It has taken me a long time to learn that winning isn’t always about crossing the finish line first. It’s about having heart, determination, and the courage to step out of your comfort zone. THESE are lessons I hope my boys see, live, and learn.
Big, scary goal of 2013: smashed.
Welcome to Facebook De-stash Giveaway
Posted: June 21, 2013 Filed under: Project Life 29 CommentsA “Welcome to Facebook” giveaway to introduce a new fan page where you can join me as I chug away on Project Life, conquer new scary goals, and ease back into the running world…
Please “like” momruncraft on Facebook and enter below:
2013 Summer Bucket List
Posted: June 12, 2013 Filed under: Bucket List 1 Comment
Loved and used the Me and My Best Ideas pocket pages journal cards. The colors were perfect. Kept embellishments simple with wood veneers and washi tape. I will clip pictures from our endeavors behind each tag as I did last year:
Our 2013 List:
1. Little Farm
2. Girls Weekend
3. Swim Day
4. Make popsicles
5. Lake of the Pines
6. Movie Date with all three boys
7. Beach Day
8. RUN
9. Vacation
10. Baseball Game
11. Volunteer with the boys
12. Bake a pie from scratch
13. Library Summer Reading Challenge
14. Scrap Night
15. Mini Golf
16. Zoo Day
17. READ
18. Organize toys
19. LAUGH until we cry
20. FAMILY ADVENTURE
50 in 2013: Book Five
Posted: June 8, 2013 Filed under: Book Review Leave a comment
The Lost Art of Mixing by Erica Bauermeister
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
In this book, we are reintroduced to characters from Bauermeister’s earlier novel, The School of Essential Ingredients. However, the magic of Lillian’s cooking, the ability of her recipes to transcend paper and leave traces of her magic within each recipient was lost in this story.
Less about cooking and more about individual stories of routine and rituals, The Lost Art of Mixing examines the ways in which routine and ritual can define one’s life. The routine rituals of a disgruntled housewife: the ways in which she loses a little bit of herself over the years as she transforms to meet the needs of her husband or her house. The routine rituals of an out of touch husband: the ways in which he stays at work an hour longer to avoid the inevitable onslaught of rising anger from his wife. The routine of a daughter forced to grow up far too fast in order to help her aging mother and attempt to get her siblings to see the reality of their family’s situation. The routine rituals of a young man desperately searching for a place to call his own, a place to truly fit in, a place to stop hiding and discover himself.
Routines and rituals that bring strangers to Lillian’s kitchen for a cooking class where they end up learning about much more than cooking.
I particularly loved the following quote: “the way things could become so permeated with memories that story was more important than function.” Many of the characters struggle with moving forward, pinned down by their past. As Abby searches for answers regarding the next step with her mother, she is forced to confront her mother’s connection to things. Things that seem mundane to Abby, yet the stories within each item mean the world to Isabelle. This pulled the heartstrings for me as a mother, a daughter, a sister…at what point does the item connected to the story come to solely represent the story? Does the story remain within the item or one’s heart?
I missed Bauermeister’s culinary prose. She is incredibly lyrical and moving as she mixes recipes with personal stories. “By the time Lillian had turned twelve years old, cooking had become her family. It had taught her lessons usually imparted by parents- economy from a limp head of celery left too long in the hydrator, perseverance from the whipping of heavy cream, the power of memories from oregano, whose flavor only grew stronger as it dried.” Magic. Overall, a good read but not nearly as poignant as the first…
Boredom Buster Jar
Posted: June 6, 2013 Filed under: Arts and Crafts, Fun Activity 1 CommentSummer Vacation prep is officially under way. First up, update our Boredom Buster Jar:
In addition to our favorite activities from last year, I added the following:
* Pirate’s Map Treasure Hunt: have each kiddo hide a treasure and then draw a map for us to find it.
* Backyard Scavenger Hunt
* Basketball Challenge: various types of shots from various spots on the driveway, possibly different items- bean bags, whiffle balls, etc.
* Send a Letter
* Cars and Ramps: see how high the boys can build a ramp without cars flipping, see how many cars they can bounce from a ramp into a bowl of water, etc.
* Ice Cube Melting Race
* Clapping Call Ball: have the boys throw a ball in the air, call out a number, and try to clap that many times before catching the ball (would also be fun with a balloon).
* LEGO Challenge: have the boys each fill up a bucket with Legos and see what they can build, or have them build by color, size etc.
50 in 2013: Book Four
Posted: June 2, 2013 Filed under: Book Review Leave a comment
The Paradise Guest House by Ellen Sussman
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Always in search of something more exciting and thrilling, Jamie has found her life’s niche in adventure tourism. On assignment in Bali, tragedy strikes. Caught in the center of the infamous Bali nightclub bombings, Jamie’s adventurous, breezy life is forever altered. Sleep only brings back vivid images of the night she lost the freedom of dreaming. Now, quiet moments and stillness brings back the smell, the images, the screams…
A letter finds its way to her mailbox beckoning her to return. Uncertain but in desperate need of closure, she boards the plane. Pain and loss have enveloped the island, many of its inhabitants have lost a loved one or friend, their carefree community ripped apart. Jamie has thrived off challenge and conquered many difficult climbs and hikes. Yet, this tragedy has forced to deal with matters of the heart, a challenge that brings her to her knees. What follows is a journey of rebuilding, second chances, and love. Beautiful, moving, quick read.










