Would Buddha Eat Twizzlers?

I think not. They are bad news on so many levels. I just had to buy a bag of them. The extra long ones, I think it was a two pound bag. I ate about ten of them and threw the rest away. Another thing Buddha might not do, but hey, I was saving myself from clogged intestines, wheat fog and a sugar overload, not to mention being found out by my children. I digress from the real reason I sat down to write tonight. Our mess. Buddha wouldn't struggle with our mess, he wouldn't really own anything, or certainly not as many things as we own and so he wouldn't really have a mess. Plus, if he did decide to own a few things he'd be in the NOW and clean up after himself as he finished with each item before he moved onto the next thing. For those of you who know me well, you know my NOW is several parallel  NOWs. I do a lot of multi-tasking. It's over-rated, this multi-tasking crap they sell you in our society. Sheesh, I live in Santa Cruz, you'd think some of this groovy chillin' energy would rub off on me.

Earlier today I was talking to my sister, MB about the stuff we do - meaning we, as mothers. She wondered out loud, with all the stuff we have to do how is it I find the time to tweak my photos in PhotoShop and write blog postings, etc. I told her I'd take a picture of my kitchen and it would make her feel better. Because, I tend to not do all that other stuff many mothers are so good at. Like keeping house, keeping order, keeping calm. It's something I really need to work at, I've needed to work at it for my entire life. More now than ever before, because if I lead by example and get into the habit of routines and structure we can all actually change my/our brains, neuron by neuron. And my boys will have an advantage I was unable to grasp early on. Alas, today was not that day, the day of routine, order and structure.

According to my trusty camera (and a wee bit of my memory) here's what our day looked like:

Woke, baked some from scratch blueberry muffins.

We then ate the muffins, brushed and brought Coleman to Karate. Max and I sat downstairs at the Ugly Mug and read Redwall and drank warm beverages, looked at their fish, talked. I pulled a couple ticks from his scalp. Ick.

Came home - then there's a big blank in my memory and no pictures. It couldn't have been that interesting.

Played in the yard a while, took a picture of a section of a Gladiola. It's pretty. We have no idea how it got there.

The boys rode their bikes around the neighborhood.

The boys built a camp stove together.

The boys lit a fire in camp stove together.

The boys cooked plum sauce for their desert topping for after dinner; they are forward thinking like that.

Kitchen before I started cleaning, but after I made the muffins.

Meanwhile I was partly doing the aforementioned campy stuff and cleaning the kitchen. Cooked a couple items. Made snacks. Did some laundry - because there's always laundry to be done.

The boys rode their bikes around the neighborhood without socks, shoes or shirts. Coleman wiped out. Skidded across said pavement with a bare torso and arms. It wasn't pretty. But I think he'll be wearing more clothes the next time he goes on his bike. I hope.

I tended to the wounds.

Injured boy and brother sat on the sofa and watched Johnny Quest. For a long while. Until they just had to go biking again.

I collected eggs at some point.

Still cleaning the kitchen.

Getting dinner prepared.

Chris gets home. Children jump for joy - he's been on a trip.

Boys go out on bikes again, dragging Chris to watch.

Chris begins to repair boys bikes - has to run to bike shop for a new tire and tube.

Me getting dinner prepared, Cleaning kitchen still, and toss in the dining room tidy up, too.

Kitchen after it was cleaned but before dinner was made...ahh.

Made Coleman an Uncle Dave special, A Croutonwhich. Eggs (4) Home made bread (3 pieces) dill, pepper, salt. Whipped up and fried into a delightful pizza shape, slathered with raspberry jam and cut into pizza slices. He ate almost every last crouton. Thanks Uncle Dave!

The Boys went out again and made another fire in the camp stove and more sauce, just because they could.

Chris and I had chicken, salad and brown rice. Max had Dino Nuggets. Because I'm a freakin' short order cook.

Then dessert eaten. Frozen Vanilla Yogurt and Campy Plum Sauce made by my delightful boys.

Then I did a little tiny graphic job. And that brings me here, at the end of this post. Time to go to bed.

Good Night All.