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Relationships {Spring Cleaning}

Relationships {Spring Cleaning}
Written by Julie Kohl of Eggs and Herbs

Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am not a housekeeper.  Well, at least not a good one!  The last thing I ever want to do, especially in the spring, is clean.  We live on a farm so the battle would be never ending anyway and there is a reason that there is not a single square inch of carpet anywhere in my house.  To me, spring cleaning is about opening windows, letting in the light and the air, breathing new life into the things we love.

As humans we often seem so preoccupied with how things look on the outside.  The “American Dream” is more about a look than an actual way of life.  We want perfect hair, manicured nails and taylored clothes that fit just right.  We want the trendiest car parked in front of the prettiest, largest house with the greenest lawn in the nicest neighboorhood.  And when one of the neighboors pops in unexpectedly we want to usher them in to our perfect kitchen where a pitcher of perfectly chilled lemonade and freshly baked cookies awaits.

GET REAL!  Who really lives like this outside of the “real” or “desperate” houswives?

Here are some examples of my REAL life!

A Southern Living worthy flower bed:

A Pinterest perfect entry way:

Why do we even have the tray????

A Good Housekeeping approved laundry organizer:

Yes, that is the middle of the living room floor.

Now that, my friends, is REAL.  We can make our lives look perfect to the outside world but what about what happens when no one is watching?

Yesterday I overheard two grown men talking about their wives.  Neither was saying very nice things.  I was shocked and saddened that the men were saying these things but I also understood that part of the reason they were saying them was because thier wives hadn’t given them any reason to say anything nice.

Sometimes I think we are so worried about cleaning up all the messes we can see that we forget about taking care of the ones we can’t see.  We get so caught up in the “job-like” duties as wife and/or mother that we forget to nurture and cherish the rewards of being wife and/or mother.

Whether you are married, dating or just haning out with your friends there are so many things you can do to {Spring Clean} your relationships.  Taking a moment here and a moment there to STOP nagging and complaining and to thank our husbands, kids, parents, best friends or other significant people in our lives for the things they do that make us happy.

I have been married to my husband for almost 12 years.  We have certainly had our ups and downs but I adore him and try to do things to build him up rather than break him down.  It’s not always easy and sometimes hurtful words and actions come easier than the good ones but when has anything truly good ever been easy?

So this spring – instead of worrying about spring cleaning your house – perhaps you will consider someways to {Spring Clean} your relationships.

Here are a few links to help you get started:

8 Ways To Maintain A Good Relationship Using Effective Communication

Love, Actually – Creative Ideas for Romance on a Budget

50 Ways to Inspire Your Husband

You might want to consider making a “Smash Book” to collect all of your memories during the year.

You can find detailed instructions for making the Smash Book on my blog Eggs and Herbs.

You may even consider taking a day to forget about yard work, school work and even ‘gasp’ blogging to spend a day with your family and the ones you love.  There are thousands of wonderful attractions here is Arkansas.  The Arkansas Tourism Website has tons of ideas.  Additionally ARWB’s Managing Editor Fawn, writes a weekly column on her blog Instead of the Dishes called ‘Free Fun for Families’ where she highlights lots of free things going on in Central Arkansas.  You can check out her list of this weeks activities by clicking here.

So this spring, instead of cleaning windows and mopping floors I will be spending time with the love of my life letting him know how much I love and appreciate him.

I mean, look at this guy! Can you blame me?

Bikes, Babes and Bloomers {Women’s History}

Bikes, Babes and Bloomers {Women’s History}
Written by Lisa Mullis of Frenetic Fitness

In celebration of Women’s History Month let’s talk about clothes. We love them. We wear them. We use them to impress and to be comfortable. Some of us listened to our mothers complain about garters and girdles. Many of our daughters will remember us complaining of the days of pantyhose being all but required for the office or for church. But I have to wonder, as I slip into my spandex/lycra bike shorts and lightweight nylon jersey, what would it have been like to try to live my lifestyle of athletic outdoorswoman while wearing a rib crushing corset and a 15 pound multi-layer of crinoline and skirt?

As the 19th century came to a close, there were great improvements to an invention that was changing the way people traveled: enter the bicycle. Cycling in Europe was a rapidly emerging sport in the 1860’s and 70’s. In 1877 a man named Albert Pope imported a contraption called the Penny Farthing or the Ordinary bicycle from Britain to America.

His company, Pope Manufacturing, would begin producing the Columbia bicycles. In that same year, the fashionable woman might have been outfitted in an underskirt to support a bustle with layers of ruffles and frills, a tight fitting corset, and a long waisted tight fitting bodice with long sleeves and during the day, a high neck. I can’t imagine how women were supposed to travel by bicycle wearing all that but many of them did; and many were injured by skirts caught in wheels or chains. I’m betting a lot of skirts were ruined too. Tired of sweating under layers of cumbersome clothes and worried about getting thrown to the ground, or tearing a skirt, the need for reasonable cycling clothes spawned a new fashion trend of split skirts or shorter skirts with a type of trouser underneath.

Amelia Jenks Bloomer was the editor of The Lily, a women’s temperance magazine. She was one of the best known proponents of the movement that would spawn the Rational Dress Society. Aiming to rid women of the binding and physical hindrance of corsets and heavy layered skirts, Mrs. Bloomer promoted the wearing of Turkish Trousers. These trousers, which became known as “bloomers” due to her patronage, would become the basis for women’s cycling suits. Amelia passed away in 1894, just as female cyclists were gaining acceptance and divided skirts and bloomers were adopted as cycling attire. She herself gave up wearing the trousers most likely due to societal backlash. Men thought that allowing women to wear the bifurcated raiment then exclusively available to men, would lead to women expecting to compete for a man’s place in society. Even many women felt that the shorter skirts and knickerbocker style cycling suits were immodest and lessened the gracefulness that is the hallmark of the female sex.

But all hail the freedom that comes from riding a bike. As women took to the cycling club tracks, the parks, and the streets to ride their bikes they enjoyed a huge increase in freedom of movement. Young women could cycle away from the prying eyes of parents and wives were not reliant on husbands for transportation. Bikes not only gave them independence but also gave them the freedom of exercise because they had ditched those binding corsets, hitched up their overskirts and put on their bloomers. Elizabeth Cady Stanton was already in her 80s during the Golden Age of Bicycling but she had this to say about the benefits, “The bicycle will inspire women with more courage, self-respect and self-reliance and make the next generation more vigorous of mind and of body; for feeble mothers do not produce great statesmen, scientists, and scholars.” This unburdening of those weighty garments let women exercise out in the fresh air, possibly for the first time since they were young children at play around their mother’s heavy skirts and before conforming to the feminine ideal of the day.

And knowing all of this, I’ve attempted riding my bike wearing a long skirt as part of the first of what I hope is an annual event for Little Rock, the Tweed Ride.

Photo used with permission.

 

Though my skirt was shorter and lighter than what women would have been wearing at the turn of the century, it still made riding more of a chore than wearing shorts or tights. Yet I’ve rarely had as much fun on my bike, especially with the knowledge that I didn’t ever have to wear that get up again if I didn’t want to. Instead I’ll stick to my short, tennis dress length bike skirt. You read me right; I own a spandex bike skirt. I wore it to the opening of the Clinton Library Bridge in Little Rock because I felt I should dress up for such an event.

As we sit around the house wearing yoga pants, or pull on shorts to head out for a run or to play with our kids at the park, as we put on our stretchy bike shorts with padded chamois, let’s give thanks to those women who were the bra burners of their day. And ride off into the sunset on our two wheeled steeds.

“[T]he bicycle will accomplish more for women’s sensible dress than all the reform movements that have ever been waged.” ~Author Unknown, from Demerarest’s Family Magazine, 1895

For all my homeschooling friends: I found this lovely book in the juvenile section of my library Wheels of Change: How Women Rode the Bicycle to Freedom by Sue Macy, check it out.

About Lisa: I’m a Wife and Mom. I’m a microbiologist. I’m a mountain biker, hiker, backpacker, sometime runner, and workout enthusiast all while being addicted to good food. I write about it at http://freneticfitness.wordpress.com. I also write for ArkansasOutside about other people who love to play outside too. I’m fueled by pizza, red meat and goat cheese risotto. And sometimes I sleep.

 

 

Love, from the Bottom of a Backpack {Love Story}

Love, from the Bottom of a Backpack {Love Story}
Written by Lisa Mullis of Frenetic Fitness

Several years ago I was in the puppy lust stage of a new dating relationship with a man who was “outdoorsy”. His closets held things like 4 season tents, down sleeping bags that compressed into sacs barely larger than my head, multiple backpacks, titanium cooking utensils and Gore-Tex hiking boots. My closets were full of slingbacks, pumps, ballet flats, clutches, totes, satchels, my Mikasa china and a down comforter that would need its own U-Haul when I moved. He owned a road bike and a mountain bike and could read topographical maps and UTM coordinates. I hadn’t been on a bike since I was in elementary school and didn’t know what a topographical map was, much less UTM coordinates. He took semi-annual weeklong backpacking trips out West with his college friends. I took trips to the mall. I was more familiar with line dancing than zip lines. I could work out one of those bras that had 7 configurations but couldn’t figure out how to strap on a backpack without help. Sleeping under the stars? Yes, but only if there was a giant skylight in my bedroom. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise that as the relationship progressed, he would need to find out if I was going to fit in with that part of his life. He arranged a test: a weekend backpacking trip to North Sylamore Creek near the town of Fifty-Six in the north central part of the state.

How was I, a person who had moved to Arkansas as a child and had spent all her formative years here so unfamiliar with the outdoors, he wondered? Because my parents were not outdoor people, that’s why. My dad was a Vietnam Vet who had done his share of bivouacking and told us from the time we were little that camping was out of the question. That was not an experience he would repeat without being paid to do so. I did go to church camps a few times as a girl, and did not enjoy it. But I liked this guy and while he was more certain about our relationship than I was at this point, I thought I should at least try to see what he found so appealing about this camping thing. So with my hiking boots of questionable quality, a borrowed backpack full of borrowed gear and one new nylon shirt purchased that morning because I had packed cotton, not realizing that was a big no-no, we set out for our first joint backwoods experience.

Within an hour of starting off down a well worn trail, I realized he was leading me farther and farther away from the familiar rut. Soon we were “bushwhacking” in the wilderness. Was he trying to see if I’d freak out? Perhaps he expected me to complain about the rough terrain or the weight of my pack. I was passing the test with flying colors, we were 3 hours into the hike and I was still having a great time, a much better time than I had expected. Soon it was time to get back on the trail so we could start looking for an overnight campsite, but the best place to get back to it would involve climbing a tree up to a ledge above us. Yes, climbing a tree. Was this part of the test? If it was, I figured my grade was about to drop. I wasn’t sure I remembered how to climb a tree. Somehow I managed with less effort than I thought it would take and we journeyed on down the trail, sometimes chatting away about the things people chat about when all their stories are still fresh and haven’t been heard a hundred times over by their partners and sometimes walking in silence with little but the sound of wind in the trees and boots on the ground. After what seemed like days, but was in reality only a few hours, we found a primitive campsite close to a water source. Did I mention he expected me to filter my own drinking water too? I was exhausted. So I was quite happy to let him set up the tent, unload all the gear, start a fire and make me dinner. And then he did something a little unexpected. He pulled out chocolate pudding cups and a little bottle of Grand Marnier for dessert. On our very first date, he ordered Grand Marnier so we could continue to occupy our restaurant table until closing. It was a nice touch, a reminder of romance and that special feeling you get when you connect with someone, and I hadn’t envisioned it happening in the backwoods of Arkansas, pulled from the bottom of a backpack. A girl could get used to this.

I have had plenty of time to get used to it because I fell in love with backpacking on that trip and finally admitted to him what he had suspected for weeks, that I loved him too. Now I have my own backpack and much better boots and we spend as much time out in the woods and on the trails as we can manage. I learned to love it so much that I agreed to go backpacking for a portion of our honeymoon. Okay so it was backpacking in Peru but it was still backpacking. We still hike and backpack, sometimes just the two of us but more often it’s a family affair because we know that as much as we love each other and the beauty of Arkansas, we need to help our kids find their own love for it so it will be treasured and preserved for their kids to love.

I’m a Wife and Mom. I’m a microbiologist. I’m a mountain biker, hiker, backpacker, sometime runner, and workout enthusiast all while being addicted to good food. I write about it at http://freneticfitness.wordpress.com. I also write for www.ArkansasOutside.com about other people who love to play outside too. I’m fueled by pizza, red meat and goat cheese risotto. And sometimes I sleep.

 

Recent Winners on ARWB

Arkansas Women Bloggers has been at its new home for three weeks and what a whirlwind it has been.  We have been giving prizes and hoping to entice the 400+ members of our old site to head on over and join us here.  If you have not taken the time to join us yet, we hope you will soon!  There is power in numbers and we have several deals in the works that will be sweeter, the more members we have.  If you have joined us, THANK YOU! We hope you will continue to encourage all your bloggy friends to join us as well.

We want to take a moment to congratulate all of our recent winners and to sincerely thank all of the sponsors of the great giveaways that we have had so far.  We will be having many more giveaways and exciting events in the near future.

Recent Winners on ARWB

Jackie W. won the Cooks Illustrated – Best Make-Ahead Recipe from Lyndi of NWA Foodie.

Whitney S. won a Flip Camera courtesy of Shannon and Gwen of NWA Motherlode.

Stephanie H. won a $100 Visa Giftcard compliments of the Collective Bias Team.

Jasmine B. won 2 show tickets courtesy of the Walton Arts Center.

Heather N. won an autographed copy of the The Pioneer Woman Cooks courtesy of Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman.

Karen W. won an autographed copy of the The Pioneer Woman Black Heels to Tractor Wheels courtesy of Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman.

Shana W., Christy J., Stephanie H., and Amy B. all won handmade Christmas ornaments from Julie at Eggs and Herbs.

The Pinterest Challenge Wreath Giveaway, sponsored by Gina of Desperately Seeking {Gina}, is still in progress. Please click here for more information on how you can enter to win.

 Please help us to show appreciation to our sponsors by taking a moment to visit their websites and follow them on Facebook, Twitter and other social media.

 

Refer A Friend to #ARWB and WIN!

Stephanie, Fawn, Beth and myself are all pretty fond on Arkansas Women Bloggers and we think you are too!  Well it turns out that we have another fan, a pretty famous fan!  Ree Drummond (yes, the Pioneer Woman) thinks what we are doing is pretty cool and has offered two autographed copies of her books to two lucky members of Arkansas Women Bloggers!  Pretty cool, huh?  We think so!

We will be giving the autographed copy of Ree’s cookbook, The Pioneer Women Cooks, to the member of Arkansas Women Bloggers who refers the most new members between 7am TODAY through 7pm on Sunday, December 4th.

We will be giving the autographed copy of Ree’s love story, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, to the member of Arkansas Women Bloggers who refers the most new members between 7am Monday, December 5th through 7pm on Wednesday, December 7th.

It’s that simple!  We have added a ‘Referred By’ field to the registration form to make it easy for us to keep track.  All you have to do is ask your local women blogger friends to list your first and last name or the name of your blog in the ‘Referred By’ field!

Here are four suggestions to help you drum up some referrals:

1.  Tell Your Friends

When you are chatting in person, through email, on the phone, or via IM to your gal-pals tell them about Arkansas Women Bloggers and invite them to join.  Make sure to tell them to put your name in the ‘Referred By’ field.

2.  Blog About Us

Chances are there are at least a few local bloggers lurking around on your blog.  We would love for them to find out about us and reading about us on your blog is a great way for that to happen.  Please urge your readers to check out our site http://arkansaswomenbloggers.com and to join us by filling out the registration form on our join us page(http://arkansaswomenbloggers.com/join-us/). Make sure to tell them to put your name or blog name in the ‘Referred By’ field.

3. Facbook About Us

Here is a sample status update:
Arkansas Women Bloggers is a great place for women bloggers to Gather, Grow and Connect.  I’ve joined them and think you should too! Sign up with them and tell them (insert your name or blog name) sent you! http://arkansaswomenbloggers.com/join-us/

4. Tweet About Us

Here is a sample tweet:
I joined @ARWomenBloggers & think u should 2! Tell them (name or blog name) sent you! http://bit.ly/u1AE1V

And of course there must be rules!

You will be awarded ONE referral point for each person you refer to Arkansas Women Bloggers regardless of the number of individual blogs they register.  You must be a registered member at the new Arkansas Women Bloggers website to win.  If you haven’t registered yet, you may refer yourself for one referral point. All currently registered members will automatically be awarded one referral point.  You will only be eligable for referral points for registration entries AFTER you have registered.  Since we are trying to grow our Arkansas based membership you will only recieve referral points for registration entries within the state of Arkansas.  All registrants must have vaild blogs.  In the event of a tie for the most referrals, the referrer with the first valid referral point that was not themself will be declared the winner. Each contest will be seperate and only entries recieved during the times indicated above will be valid.  Prizes will be mailed to the address provided by the winner on the registration form.

Good Luck!

Welcome to Arkansas Women Bloggers (Again)

The Arkansas Women Bloggers Leadership Team has been eagerly anticipating this moment: the debut of our new site! We have grown up and moved over to WordPress, mercy, help us now girls, we are loving it and learning something new constantly.

While the Arkansas Women Bloggers launch year, 2009, was not that long ago, it is amazing to realize how much we have grown and evolved. With 430 women bloggers throughout the state of Arkansas hopping on board, a fantastic conference held at the Ozark Natural Science Center this past June, and a wonderful meet-up in Little Rock under our belt, we wanted to have a site that will help all our members to have a place to Gather, Grow, and Connect in this bloggity world.

We cherish every one of you who has been with us along the way! We are excited to meet any newbie bloggers and those who were not fortunate enough to have heard about our amazing group of women before. Please invite all your bloggy friends to hop on board! Everyone needs to sign up (or re-sign up for all our existing member gals). It is free!

Hop over here and fill out our form and voilà, welcome to the gathering place to make friends with other Arkansas women bloggers, share stories and experiences and be inspired! Oh yes, there is more,  The Pioneer Woman generously donated one copy of her cookbook and one copy of Black Heels to Tractor Wheels, yes, both signed by her (Ree), for a giveaway. Go join the NEW ARWB and you will be entered.

Our MISSION: To be an Arkansas-based blogger community dedicated to growing women by gathering them into a common space with common objectives and by connecting and empowering them for the greater good.
In summary: Gather. Grow. Connect.

Our VISION:
-Gather: provide a gathering place, a sense of community and sisterhood and connections that yield results.
-Grow: offer education, tools, resources and connections delivered in a balanced manner to allow every woman to grow her blog and her voice.
-Connect: supply opportunities, professional connections, platforms and networking to help our bloggers build their personal brands.

Remember gals, go sign up now! Don’t delay, you need Ree’s cookbook to plan your holiday meals.

The AWB Leadership Team