Jan 282010
 

Hi everybody.

Last night, Amma and I watched some old home movies on my laptop together. We would have watched them on TV, but we don’t have a TV. We got rid of it when we decided that our family was being brainwashed by consumerism and wasting our lives away on the couch. We wanted more quiet, so we decided to create our own “Walden” experiment by living without a TV. Our decision was very rebellious and dramatic and revolutionary, I thought.

Here’s the thing. I miss my TV. I want it back. It’s been nice, you know, I guess, and I really do believe that life is better in most ways without it, but I still want it back. I feel out of the loop. I never know what’s going on in the world, and when I go to CNN.com to catch up, I try really hard to click on the important stories about the wars and natural disasters and thing such as this, but I always accidentally click on something about the Gosselins. And after reading about them, I get tired and my news time is over. So all I ever really know about the world is what Jon and Kate are doing. Also sometimes a little about Lindsay Lohan.

And also, there’s something comforting about flopping down on the couch at the end of a long day with my hubby and vegging out together. I miss it. I mean HOW MUCH CAN YOU REALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER? I think Craig and I may have hit our limit. And reading is great…reading is my favorite, but it’s so individual. We can read next to each other but we can’t really read together. I draw the line at marital read-alouds. And also, when I decided in my head that Craig and I would read together every night, I may have forgotten to factor in that Craig hates to read.

And, Oh My Gosh: HGTV. How I miss you HGTV. I think of you every single day, HGTV. How is the House Hunting going? The Divine Designing? Are you still Designing to Sell? Oh, we will meet again soon, Sweet, Sweet HGTV.

By the way: here’s a secret for you. While we don’t have TV service, we still have a little TV and DVD player downstairs that I keep to “do my yoga.” But I have NEVER “done my yoga” down there. All I have done is everyday say to my children “Hey guys! Since it’s a special occasion – would you three like to go downstairs and watch a movie and not come back up here unless someone is on fire?” And Chase always says “Mommy, why is it a special occasion again? It’s just Tuesday.” And I say, “This is the day that the LORD has made, Chase. Every day is a special occasion. Roll with it. Go.” So, the truth is that the entire Walden experiment is a bit of a sham anyway.

Or, maybe it’s not a sham. Maybe it just had a different outcome than I thought it would. Maybe the outcome is…I do want a TV. I do. I do. I really do. I mean, Thoreau didn’t live in the woods FOREVER. He came back. I wanna come back.

Here’s the other thing. I was going to write about Amma today. I think I got a little sidetracked. Oh, well. Here’s the video we watched together last night. I’d never seen it before. It will explain why my kids prefer to play with Craig than me. When I play “bookstore” I sit on the couch with my coffee and demand everyone use his library voice. Check out Tish’s body language, facial expressions, and attitude. It’s like she was made for customer service.




P.S. Today is the anniversary of Shayla Marie’s death. You can read about her here. We love you, Sunny.






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Jan 272010
 

Hi Lovies. Fun news today.

Erin and I received mixed reactions after this post about health and body image. I have pages of emails from Monkees who were thrilled about the prospect of learning from and being supported by a “wellnesss coach” … and I also have pages of emails from Monkees requesting that I quit butting into their pantries and stick to my pan stories. I tell you this: it is not easy to please all the Monkees all the time. Erin and I have spent the last few weeks trying to think of the Monkeeist way to handle this dilemma. It was equally important to us to offer help to the Monkees who asked for it and to respect the boundaries of the Monkees who didn’t. I think we have a lovely solution to offer you.

Today, I am excited to announce our first Momastery Spin Off Blog, “Full at Last!” Erin will be writing and facilitating the blog (God help her) and is over there, ready and waiting for you. Her dream is to create a place where interested Monkees can talk safely about our food/body hurts and hang ups, trust each other, and learn that we are not alone. She wants to create a team. She also wants to support us and love us and hold our hands and allow us to complain and roll our eyes and get too tired a lot. She is going to be less Jillian and more Bob. And she is also going to help us learn to cook a little healthier, if we want to. You guys, Erin has taught me how to COOK some things. Not a lot of things, but a few. If she can help me, she can help anyone. I really don’t think there’s any room to argue with that logic.

So, for those of you who are interested, head on over to Erin. You’ll be in good hands. I’m going to spend some time over there today, too. For those of you who are staying put, I have an idea. Would you leave a comment suggesting a topic you’d be interested in the Monkees discussing? I’d love to know what’s in your heads and hearts.

Good Luck, Sweet Erin. May the Monkee Force be with you.



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Jan 262010
 


Yesterday was heavy. We need a break. And we have been provided a magical break by our own resident song writer, Bonzo. Bonzo is one of Sister’s dearest friends, but I am trying to steal her. Bonzo is fiercely wise and brave and loyal, and we are very lucky because she believes in the Monkee Revolution. I appreciate that she stands by me and loves me in spite of the fact that I talk about Jesus a whole lot. Bonzo and I are learning to love and trust each other even though we don’t totally understand each other. Maybe because we don’t totally understand each other. I think respecting differences is important in a friendship. Also, a mutual obsession with Bon Jovi helps.

I got this email from Bonzo a few nights ago:

G,

Ok. Well, as you may know, moderation is not my inclination. Half-ass is no ass. SO. Since you have gotten as big a kick out of the Monkee Anthem as I have, I have decided to complete it for you. It BROUGHT ME JOY to know that this might BRING YOU JOY. AND NOW, when we have karaoke at the Monkee slumber party, we can sing the whole song:


Our Anthem:


Monkee Medicine

By Bon Jovi and Bon Zo

I ain’t got a fever, got a Momaster-ery
It’ll take a lot of cloisters to hold our community
I got lots of Monkees, it’s exactly what I need
Gonna take more than a shot to really compromise our glee
I got all the symptoms count ‘em 1, 2, 3

First we read
That’s how we started falling in love
Then we bleed
We spill our guts and then we get back up
And we feed
That’s how we keep on falling in love
Now this Monk’s addicted and our words are the drug

Your love is like Monkee medicine
Monkee medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like Monkee medicine
Dancing around in the Momaster-ery

Mon – Kee medicine (is what I want)
Mon – Kee medicine

We’re loving and we’re fearless and it’s giving us a thrill
The more we give, the more we have, so every Monkee gets her (or his!) fill,
We get tired very quickly whether home or off to work
But we give it all we’ve got when we try not to be a jerk
When we someday have our slumber party, we’ll all go berserk

First we read
That’s how we started falling in love
Then we bleed
We spill our guts and then we get back up
And we feed
That’s how we keep on falling in love
Now this Monk’s addicted and our words are the drug

Your love is like Monkee medicine
Monkee medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like Monkee medicine
Dancing around in the Momaster-ery

Mon – Kee medicine (is what I want)
Mon – Kee medicine

We need some inspiration when we’re running out of air
So we found our own formation and our flock is pretty rare
Every day we really want to throw the towel in
We put on our perspectacles and try it all again.

Your love is like Monkee medicine
Monkee medicine is what I need
Shake it up, just like Monkee medicine
Dancing around in the Momaster-ery

I mean, are you kidding? Tell her how brilliant she is. BRILLIANT.

P.S. If you are interested in more information about the project that was introduced yesterday, please email me so I can get you on the distro list. Shake it up today, Sweet Monkees.





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