Friday, February 2, 2024

7 Quick Takes about Self-Esteem Haikus, Tips on Running Your Own Home Business, and Me Being a Feminist Icon

It's 7 Quick Takes Friday! How was your week?


I overheard a funny exchange between my 15-year-old son and his friend. I had just asked my son to help with dinner when his friend called and asked him to come over and watch a movie.

"I can in an hour but I have to make dinner right now," my son explained.

"Why do you have to make dinner?"

"Because I want to eat."

"But why do you have to make it?" protested his friend. "Are you the only one in your house who knows how to cook?"

"No, but if nobody makes dinner then there won't be any dinner."

His friend didn't know what to say to that irrefutable display of logic. 


I found this scrap of paper on the floor. Judging by the handwriting, I guessed it was made by the 7-year-old and went to ask him about it.

"I'm super awesome/I like being so awesome/I'm just that awesome."

"Oh, that's my haiku," he explained. Of course.


Applying to college when you're majoring in music performance is a huge pain in the butt. Not only do you have to apply to the university, but you also have to apply separately to the music school of the university and audition for them.

My daughter was so excited to have made it through the first round of video auditions for her first-choice school, and this week she had her in-person audition. Unfortunately, her first-choice school is out of state so that meant buying her a plane ticket.

It was probably the most expensive 15 minutes we've ever paid for.

However, we've got family in the area and she was able to spend a few extra days with them, so I guess we still got our money's worth out of the ticket price.


Our kitchen counter has become a dumping ground for everyone walking in the door from school or wherever else, so I decided to approach it with humor. (It was that, or go crazy and light it all on fire.)

My entrepreneurial 15-year-old suggested that I add a $2 convenience charge for not paying in advance. Which is not a bad idea at all.

It's actually worked so far. The kids are respecting the sign and they've even caught me a couple of times leaving my own stuff there. I've had to charge myself $5 three times this week.


I was driving behind a windshield repair van that had large vinyl letters across the back: "Nice windshield. If things change let us know."

At first I giggled and thought, that's clever. And then I thought, wait, is that a threat?


I have good news and bad news. Both of them are that we found the source of the smell in our van.

Remember how I bought a new cabin air filter to replace the old one? Well, it wasn't the filter per se. But when Phillip opened up the compartment to change the filter, he found that the old one had been used as a nest for a family of mice who were now quite dead.

I don't know all the details of how Phillip took care of it, I just know he came in for some disposable gloves and didn't look very happy about it.

My 17-year-old daughter looked horrified and shrieked, "I don't want to be an adult! I don't want to do that!"

I just shrugged at her and said "Me neither, that's why I got married."

Then it was her 15-year-old brother's turn to look horrified.


This week I have been completely preoccupied with a couple of things, including an etiquette dinner that we put on for the teens 16+ from church. I am probably the worst person to have anything to do with organizing an etiquette dinner. I hate hosting, I hate event planning, and I hate cooking. I had to ask what side of the plate the napkin goes on when I was setting the table.

However, we all make sacrifices for these young people who are our future, so I put on my big girl pants and did it. (With a lot of help from some very generous people in our congregation, especially the one who allowed us to hold this dinner at her beautiful house.)

The night turned out absolutely amazing. We watched this video on table manners, handed out stickers to everyone and told them to award them to their fellow diners when they saw them practicing good manners, and served a 3-course meal as they talked and laughed and generally enjoyed each others' company.

There was also leftover cheesecake that went home with me at the end of the night, so it was really a win-win situation.

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