May – One Busy Mother of a Month

MAY 2013 Observances

Asthma and Allergy Awareness Month

Better Sleep Month

Clean Air Month

Correct Posture Month

Employee Health & Fitness Month

Healthy Vision Month/UV Safety

Hepatitis Awareness Month

Huntington’s Disease Awareness Month

Lupus Awareness Month

And that’s not all…

National Arthritis Month

National Bike Month

National High Blood Pressure Education Month

National Melanoma/Skin Cancer Awareness Month

National Mental Health Month

National Osteoporosis Awareness Prevention Month

National Physical Fitness and Sports Month

National Stroke Awareness Month

National Teen Pregnancy Prevention Month

National Tuberous Sclerosis Awareness Month

Older Americans Month

May 1: Project Aces Day

May 6 – 12: National Nurses Week

May 5 – 11: Be Kind to Animals Week

May 6 – 10: National Hospital Week

May 12th:  Mothers Day Inappropriate Movies For Mother’s Day

May 12 – 18: National Women’s Health Week

May 12 – 18: National Nursing Home Week 

Mother[less] Day

Mom
Nita Joyce (Browning) McGuire; a.k.a. "Mom"

I lost my dear Mom in March, so this is my first Mother’s Day without her. Instead of moping about, crying and blowing my nose on Sunday, I have come up with a plan to treat myself and honor my mom at the same time.

Mom grew up in a coal miner town in West Virginia and her family was “dirt-poor”.  Beans and cornbread was a typical meal. [On Sunday’s after church, she would get to eat meat – provided her Uncle’s squirrel hunting went well – Yuk!]  Mom had beans & cornbread quite often growing up, and still “craved” them to her last day. Go figure. At least she never made my Dad hunt for Sunday supper.

My Plan is to put on a pot of pinto beans when I get up. I will “soak” them overnight, par-boil them, and throw them into my crock pot with a couple of small ham hocks. My Mom did not approve of  “my way” of cooking beans, although she did admit they were tasty after I made them for her. We also differed on the cornbread. I like the sweeter, cake-like kind, and she wanted the traditional cornbread that her grandmother baked in an iron-skillet to get a crispy crust kind. Mom and I both are very particular about our beans & cornbread. Every time I make this meal I think pleasant thoughts about her, and I also thank God that I don’t have to eat squirrel on Sunday.

Part two of the Plan – spoil myself. A treat would be yummy scones. Oh great!  Now that I thought about scones I cannot get them out of my head. Even my hubby’s famous banana pancakes are not tempting me. I guess I will have to bake scones after I get the beans cooking. So what if I have to increase my insulin dose? I hope they are worth it.

The Plan part three – catch up with my dearest friend, who is also Motherless, while we work on our crocheting.  I proposed this idea to her voice mail and I’m anxiously waiting her response. Her 2 sons probably have wonderful things planned for her tomorrow, but it doesn’t hurt to ask.

Back up Plan 3 – start my Mother’s Story. Do some free-writing and outlining my memories. If that proves too difficult, there is a children’s story I promised Mom I would write. A story that would honor and preserve a silly game my Dad would play with my sister and I.

And if my muse craps out on me?  I have Thursday and Friday’s soaps (that Mom got me addicted to again), saved on the DVR.

I think these things could make tomorrow bearable.

Best Road Trip

I-5I have always loved road trips. Maybe not the entire trip there and back (when ‘there’ was far, far away). Starting out on a road trip is always exciting, which is good because the scenery is boring. Every road trip begins from the same place – home.

Anywhere you go from Livermore you usually get on Interstate 5. At least for part of the way. Your scenic view consists of black top rolling through brown, sunburned hills. Oh, there is the occasional dairy farm, that you smell long before you see a cow. And ugly oak trees called “scrub oaks”. This scenery is monotonous to me, but maybe it would be interesting to someone traveling from, let’s say, Arkansas.

My favorite road trip (lately) was in 2007. My daughter, granddaughter and I packed up my Honda and set out for Laguna Niguel to spend Mother’s Day with my mom. Our husbands were not invited (they were not upset about that at all). We probably packed enough snacks to feed us for a week if we got stranded in a snowstorm. Which does not happen when you drive through the desert in May. But then, with my sense of direction, we could have ended up in Canada.

The just-us-girls aspect of the trip was enough to make it special. This was also an historic trip because I was driving. Yes, she who gets lost in her own backyard, was driving. I felt so grown up!

The GPS unit I got for Christmas had several different voices to choose from. We decided to use a man’s voice that had a slight Jamaican accent. We wanted a cute, fun voice to come along with us. Oh, he was fun. My granddaughter named him “Sebastian”, after the character in The Little Mermaid.

We had not even turned off my street before he yelled at us. “TURN DE CAR AROUND!!” Sebastian wanted us to take the long way to the freeway. We ignored him. After sulking a few seconds, he recalculated the route and we were on our way.

Sebastian began to grate on our nerves after the first 100 miles. His tone was getting more panicked and loud as the trip progressed. “STAY IN THE RIGHT LANE!” “LEFT TURN AHEAD!” He screamed out directions sounding so damned urgent I would turn at the next turn, which was not yet the correct turn. Causing more screaming.  I must admit that we all thought “TURN DE CAR AROUND!” was funny the first 8 times we heard it.

I have to give Sebastian his due, we made it through L.A. and found my mom’s house.  However, when our visit was over, “Tim” guided us back home with his smooth and easy-going British voice.