Friday Favorites I

Homeschool high five!

Step one: hold your left hand high over your head with you palm facing right.

Step two: take your right hand and quickly raise it over your head with your palm facing left and clap your already raised left hand. 

Congratulations! You have just completed your first, homeschool high five!

Note: Just in case you haven't caught on yet, this is funny because if you're homeschooled you have no classmates to high five, so you high five yourself.

In the future you can vary it by raising right and then left, or both arms simultaneously. 

Mix it up, and make it your own!

Homeschool jokes and silliness of all kinds were encouraged at the institution I attended from K-8th, my house. 

Finished your math worksheet: homeschool high five! 

Got your animals cared for for the day: homeschool high five!

Changed out of your PJs before noon: homeschool high five!

Sometimes, randomly someone in the house would yell "HOMESCHOOL HIGH FIVE!," and we would do it unison.

I know what you're thinking, and you're 100% right. We were are weirdos.

Still, I'm proud to say I started the homeschool high five tradition in my house. 

At camp, when some unsuspecting girl who had no idea I was homeschooled told me this joke for the first time, I knew it was a gem. 

My memory of the original joke telling is hazy, but I'm pretty sure I made her feel horrible about telling it, by instantly declaring that I was homeschooled. 

I would like to take this moment to apologize to whoever that was, because I really did (and do) find it hilarious. 

Despite the awkwardness, the homeschool high five helped teach me something that's almost never easy to learn, how to laugh at myself.

Today, I'm glad to support and encourage those who choose to homeschool their kids because, in hindsight, I think it worked well for me.

But, when I was a homeschool kid, there were times I was pretty sure it wasn't right for me at all.

In fact, I would beg to go to public school with my friends.

It's still not always easy to be a homeschool kid, but <insert 'back in my day most people thought all homeschoolers were serious wackos' story here>.

When you're not sure about such a significant part of your life, it can make you a little defensive. I was a little very dramatic kid to begin with, so at various times, I sported a family-size bag of chips on my shoulder.

Having a long-running joke out of being homeschooled was one of the things that really helped me lighten up.

Around that time, my friends started struggling through middle school, which of course ranks among the worst parts of almost everyone's life. Their complaints helped me see that, even for kids who like school, it's not all pep rallies and pizza days.

If public school wasn't perfect and homeschool wasn't perfect, I needed to figure out how to be happy either way.

So I trashed that stale bag of chips and homeschool high fived whenever the mood struck me because I learned that laughing at ourselves is about understanding no one's life is perfect and how we react to that truth dictates how happy we are.

So no matter how you were educated, go ahead and embrace the homeschool high five, because sometimes we all need to lighten up just a little.

Romantically involved

Note: I have to get to read a lot of "Dear Amy" columns at work, so I decided to adopt her style for this post. 

Downtown Grand Forks

Dear Amy, 

There's a man I work with and we are romantically involved. He's tall, smart and handsome with gorgeous green-blue eyes and great hair. 

Recently, we've been taking walks together during the day exploring the area we work in. 

Mostly we talk about our days and funny things that have happened since we last saw each other. 

Sometimes we talk about what we observe as we walk. 

This brings me to my dilemma -- we walk by all these restaurants in the late afternoon when their preparing for their dinner rush and the food smells so smoky and delicious. We love to talk about food. It's one of the things that brought us together in the first place. 

So my question is this: Is it love or is it just delicious ambiance of Grand Forks?

Sincerely, 

Fattie and Falling in the Forks

I imagine the response would go something like this:

Dear Fattie, 

A love of food and men is easily confused, but since you're walking with Mr. Gorgeous Eyes and not some other random individual, I'd say there's at least something about him you like. 

If you want to know for sure, take him to the least romantic place on earth and see if you still like him. If you do, keep walking.

If you don't, run! 

But when it all falls down around you, don't blame me. Blame the fried chicken. 

Amy

Dear Dad, it's Father's Day.

Dear Dad,

We've had some good times. And even though I'm 1,300ish miles away from you today, I'm thinking about you, so I thought I'd share some of my favorite moments.

Remember when you had all your hair and I didn't?

Remember when I was a kid, we were always on a team? We built fences as a team, played golf as a team and played games as a team.

When I was really small, you would take me to the auction barn with you a couple of times to get cows, and I would wear my red cowboy boots and try to act cool because we were a cow-buying team.

We drove your truck as a team, too. You would let me steer the truck or shift the gears for you. I learned that holding the steering wheel perfectly still did not make the truck drive perfectly straight like I thought it would. That was scary.

Remember when you were teaching me to drive on my own and made me back the stock trailer up to the sheep pen? That was terrifying. Remember how I backed up too far and hit the fence? Thanks for not freaking out.

... Just like you didn't freak out when I crumpled up your license plate while backing up to the utility trailer.
... Just like you didn't freak out when I put two creases in the side of your farm truck in the parking lot at my part-time job.

"It happens," and, "That's why we have insurance," were good things to say in those moments. Thanks for that.

Remember when I was in high school and mom would send us to the grocery store for things, and you would sing whatever random song happened to be playing on the radio in the store? I told you that was embarrassing because I knew that's what you were going for, but I kinda loved it.

Remember when you got me out of school junior year to go to that basketball game in San Antonio? Remember how Amar'e Stoudemire dunked on that old man Tim Duncan a few times? That was awesome!!! I try not to remember how the Spurs won in double overtime anyway. You were pretty smug about that, weren't you?

Remember that time you said "sad day" when I was a freshman in college to make fun of me for turning into one of those girls? That still makes me laugh.

Remember when Scott and I picked you up from the dentist in Abilene and you were really heavily sedated and said all kinds of ridiculous things? Nope, you probably don't ... But we will laugh about that for years to come.

I guess what I'm getting at is thanks for being my dad. You're pretty good at it.

Love,
Bug

My first friend

For the first 90 seconds, I was cool 

Once upon a time, I ruined a young man's life.

He was just a month shy of his second birthday, and the world was his oyster. 

The apple of his parents' and grandparents' eyes, he could do no wrong. He was the master of the two-bedroom farm house, chaser of puppies, rider of horses, copilot of tractors and center of attention. 

Then I was born. 

At first it was exciting to have a little sister. But after about 90 seconds, that passed, and it was no good. 

Then I started stealing his toys and attention, and it was even worse.  

He tried everything to get them to take me back to the hospital I came from. 

Then he had second thoughts. 

He tried to stage a protest by eating a bug, but that didn't work. "Boys will be boys," they said. 

I wasn't sweet and obedient like he was. I disobeyed, talked back, threw fits and wanted everything to be pink. 

Can you imagine? Pink?! In his house! 

I was mean to him in ways only a sister can be. 

I wanted to do everything he did, and I wasn't quiet about it. 

He gave up eventually and even tried to humor me here and there. He gave me the second controller of his Nintendo, let me ride shotgun when he got his driver's license. He even let me come stay with him a week at a time when he went to college. 

My longest-lasting friendship

Ultimately, I think I get a lot more out of me being his sister than he does. But don't tell him I said it. 

His outgoing personality and positive reputation paved my way with teachers, helped me get a job and make friends. 

As much as I resented always being "Nathan's little sister," I'm not sure I could have done much better. 

He talked me through my first heart break, took me to buy my guitar and stood with me when I got married. 

His is my longest lasting friendship. 

A while back, he let me know he had started seeing this girl. He thought she was way out of his league, and he wasn't sure where it was headed so "don't tell mom and dad yet," he said.  

If I were a vengeful person, I might have conspired to bring mom and dad down for an awkward surprise visit to meet her, like he did when I first started seeing J. But I figured I owed him one. 

He told me that he had known this girl for a while, that she was beautiful, that he knew she was special, but he didn't think she would be interested in him. 

He was wrong, of course. 

A while after that, he started showing me a few rings she liked and asking a few questions about marriage. 

Those that know us both well, know that Nathan is the stylish one in the family, and he's also the one with all the relationship experience. So him asking for my input on his relationship and engagement rings was no small surprise. 

The fact that he wanted to marry Kara was no surprise at all. 

Based on all the years I've observed my brother's taste in girls, this list is a few of the things he would want in a wife. I marked through the ones he might have outgrown. 

• named Cindy or Cynthia  (For most of 3rd and 4th grade this was a high priority.)
• kind
• beautiful 
• passionate about agriculture
• wants a simple, meaningful life
• respects him 
• committed
• loves ninja turtles (This may still be a thing. I'm not sure.)
• makes him feel needed
• practical
• hardworking 
• open-minded
• loves cowboy movies
• bright
• challenging
• knows when to be silly and when to be serious
• bakes 
• prioritizes her faith and her family
• likes kids and dogs

Those of you who know Kara at all know she is pretty much the whole package. So I'll take this as my opportunity to thank her for helping restore the life I ruined almost 25 years ago. 

Thanks for looking past the all the swag and leather-scented air fresheners to see my brother for what he is: a loyal friend to those he loves, an ambitious advocate of what he believes in and a big ol' stupid head. 

Earth Day Style

Lately I've been focused on Earth Day projects at work, so I started thinking about Eco-friendly fashion. 

I think this Earth Day (April 22) it's okay to drag out some trends we haven't seen in a few years and go all out for a youthful, earth-friendly look.  

Share a pic of your Earth Day style in the comments! 

Five things I forgot I learned about being a wife

Dear future me,

So you're in need of a refresher course in wife-ing eh?

As I sit in the apartment I share with my husband, thinking about what I need to get done before tomorrow (confession: this wasn't on that list), I was thinking about some of the lessons I find really useful as a young, relatively newly married person.

What I go back to time and time again are the women in my young life who showed me what it is to be a wife, an employee and a unique, vibrant person all at the same time. And some most of them were moms too. Still having trouble wrapping my brain around how they did all of that.

Now, there's no way to emphasize enough the education I received through the example and wisdom of the older ladies I know. I can't count my adopted grandmothers on this earth and my birth grandmothers... well there really aren't words for all the wisdom they've shared with me.

Then there are the ladies around my mom's age and younger who I've been close to. That's the group I want to focus on.

These are the ladies whose lives I became a part of in the thick of it, the busiest part of their lives. I saw them interact with their husbands, handle work stress, manage their responsibilities at home and herd children... (sometimes me included).

So I put together some things I tend to forget I learned from these women for those days when I need a little guidance.

• None of them do it the same way. 

There's no magic formula that makes your family run how you want it to. I think about this when I feel insecure about doing something differently than how my mom did it, or how my grandma taught me to do it, or how my friends do it. Everybody has to run their lives in the way that works for them. If it's not working, do be afraid to do something differently. This is true even (and maybe especially) if other women pressure you to conform to something that's not working for you.

• None of them do it perfectly. 

Sometimes even when we do things the way that normally works for us, to the best of our abilities, we still come up short. I think that's scary, especially when you think about the added responsibility that comes with being a wife or a mother. When the people you love most depend on you to come through for them, failure is a scary concept. But the thing is, everybody fails sometimes. What's really inspiring to me is to watch someone get up and deal with that reality, clean up after their mistake and not be afraid to keep going.

• They are not always happy

Sometimes when you have a loving husband or a cute baby or a nice house people just expect that you never have anything to be unhappy about. But that's not reality. I think the happily-ever-after at the end of the Disney movie makes a lot single women (past, past me included) feel like once we get married our most dramatic, difficult time will be behind us. That is definitely not the case. Marriage is not a bubble that protects you from reality. It's very real. And sometimes it's really difficult. That's when I think about these women that I grew up around who went through really difficult times in their marriages. I caught a glimpse of the reality of committing yourself to another person for life. I saw that seemingly insurmountable issues can be overcome if you and your husband are willing to sacrifice for it. I'm grateful for these women being open about their lives with me. What these women have done for their families makes me want to work harder and be stronger for mine. 

• Being a Mrs. doesn't mean you have to lose yourself

Having a vibrant personality, quirks and interests don't have to go away when you put on a wedding band. Sometimes I think some young wives get caught up on being the perfect cake-topper bride and forget to be themselves. Want to neglect the kitchen for a day and paint a picture instead? do it. I'm not saying you need to neglect your family for these things, but having personal time here and there is important. Self sacrifice doesn't mean as much if there's nothing left of you to give. So much of what we do is for appearances anyway. Sometimes I find it helpful to remember how fun it was to be around those women who didn't care if their carpet was outdated or their house wasn't spotless. They just lived life and shared with others genuinely. Skip the pretenses; just be yourself.

• It's worth it even when it's not easy

The epicness that is being a wife can't really be described. Sharing your life with the love of another person is a special gift. Cherish it. 

Okay, now get back to it, lady!

Sincerely, 

Past me