Things I'm planning to do this weekend, not in any particular order
visit a sick friend
take the kids sledding
wash my stinky stinky boots
study Organic Chemistry
finish 2 research papers
clean my house
call Eve and Rebeccah
find James' camera
We'll see how far I get on this list...
*editor's note. All I finished was cleaning the house. Ah well. There's always the rest of my life to finish stuff right?
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Saturday, February 13, 2010
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
warning: gritty post
I'm sure some of you noticed that I didn't go to church for the last several months. I'm sure you've wondered why. But only a handful of people actually asked me how I was doing or what I've been up to. I've been dealing with family issues from every side. My family, my extended family, James' extended family...
I'm cynical right now.
So, as immature as it may have been, I deleted a lot of people from my facebook profile. I narrowed it down to family and close friends. That means that most of the people from church are no longer "connected" to me on facebook. If I un-friended you, deal with it.
I am in more pain right now than I have been in a long time. I'm working on it. I know I will get through it. If you've been supportive of me and my family, I thank you. I truly appreciate it because I know how hard it is to keep a family together AND extend yourself to others at the same time. It's exhausting.
I don't fault anyone for not going out of their way to call or stop by. If you have, then I thank you. If you didn't, I understand that everyone has their own priorities. It's OK. But if I don't reach out right now, don't take it personally. I'm fairly private about what I'm feeling.
What I need is prayers. If you call and I don't answer, it's because I'm conserving my energy. I realize this post is heavy and possibly full of contradictions but it's hard to organize my thoughts.
I don't know what I want to come from letting all of you know a small part of what's going on, but I needed to get it out.
I'm sure some of you noticed that I didn't go to church for the last several months. I'm sure you've wondered why. But only a handful of people actually asked me how I was doing or what I've been up to. I've been dealing with family issues from every side. My family, my extended family, James' extended family...
I'm cynical right now.
So, as immature as it may have been, I deleted a lot of people from my facebook profile. I narrowed it down to family and close friends. That means that most of the people from church are no longer "connected" to me on facebook. If I un-friended you, deal with it.
I am in more pain right now than I have been in a long time. I'm working on it. I know I will get through it. If you've been supportive of me and my family, I thank you. I truly appreciate it because I know how hard it is to keep a family together AND extend yourself to others at the same time. It's exhausting.
I don't fault anyone for not going out of their way to call or stop by. If you have, then I thank you. If you didn't, I understand that everyone has their own priorities. It's OK. But if I don't reach out right now, don't take it personally. I'm fairly private about what I'm feeling.
What I need is prayers. If you call and I don't answer, it's because I'm conserving my energy. I realize this post is heavy and possibly full of contradictions but it's hard to organize my thoughts.
I don't know what I want to come from letting all of you know a small part of what's going on, but I needed to get it out.
Friday, January 01, 2010
2010 should be good.
It started with the kids trying to make breakfast in bed for us, however, when your oldest child is ten, and you smell the stove, you get up quickly. So James and I enjoyed our eggs, hashbrowns, and homemade (by me, buttered by Bud) bread in the kitchen. The house is clean. The laundry is all done. James and I are content with the simplicity of the season.
We had our traditional southern New Years meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread. I added roast chicken.
Do you know why we eat such a spare meal (for southerners anyway) on this day? It's not because we're trying to lose the 10 pounds we put on from Thanksgiving to Christmas. No, no. It's because when the Union soldiers took the South, they pillaged whatever there was to eat. What? The War Between the States (don't call it the Civil War, honey, cause war shore ain't civil) is alive and well in the South.
Anyway...
Those left behind had nothing to eat but what the soldiers didn't want. Namely, the greens in the garden and fatback. Now, if you're southern, you know you can make an entire meal out of those two ingredients. So we eat a scant meal to remember the plight of our forefathers. We also eat the peas and greens for luck and wealth. Even when you're eating for the sake of a superstition, it should still taste goooooood!
I'm not making any resolutions. The way to live happily and healthily is already laid out in the scriptures. I plan on making myself a better person this year. One day at a time.
It started with the kids trying to make breakfast in bed for us, however, when your oldest child is ten, and you smell the stove, you get up quickly. So James and I enjoyed our eggs, hashbrowns, and homemade (by me, buttered by Bud) bread in the kitchen. The house is clean. The laundry is all done. James and I are content with the simplicity of the season.
We had our traditional southern New Years meal. Black-eyed peas, greens, and cornbread. I added roast chicken.
Do you know why we eat such a spare meal (for southerners anyway) on this day? It's not because we're trying to lose the 10 pounds we put on from Thanksgiving to Christmas. No, no. It's because when the Union soldiers took the South, they pillaged whatever there was to eat. What? The War Between the States (don't call it the Civil War, honey, cause war shore ain't civil) is alive and well in the South.
Anyway...
Those left behind had nothing to eat but what the soldiers didn't want. Namely, the greens in the garden and fatback. Now, if you're southern, you know you can make an entire meal out of those two ingredients. So we eat a scant meal to remember the plight of our forefathers. We also eat the peas and greens for luck and wealth. Even when you're eating for the sake of a superstition, it should still taste goooooood!
I'm not making any resolutions. The way to live happily and healthily is already laid out in the scriptures. I plan on making myself a better person this year. One day at a time.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Merry Christmas to all!
Things I still need to do:
open family presents tonight (it's a tradition)
make cinnamon candy
make toffee
finish (after)Christmas cards
wrap presents
clean my house!
finish new quilts for the kids
write a long, sincere letter to a very special lady
study, study, study...
Things I've done (even though it feels like I've got NOTHING done):
Fallen on the ice - TWICE (another post for another day)
Christmas shopping
unpacked and organized the attic
worked on 3 paintings
made fudge
an important presentation
spent an amazing weekend with my sister, as well as one of my favorite people, E
read lots of books and made lots of cookies with my kids
pondered my testimony and realized that while it always can use more work, that it is strong and that I know my Heavenly Father loves me
What are things you've done or need to do?
Things I still need to do:
open family presents tonight (it's a tradition)
make cinnamon candy
make toffee
finish (after)Christmas cards
wrap presents
clean my house!
finish new quilts for the kids
write a long, sincere letter to a very special lady
study, study, study...
Things I've done (even though it feels like I've got NOTHING done):
Fallen on the ice - TWICE (another post for another day)
Christmas shopping
unpacked and organized the attic
worked on 3 paintings
made fudge
an important presentation
spent an amazing weekend with my sister, as well as one of my favorite people, E
read lots of books and made lots of cookies with my kids
pondered my testimony and realized that while it always can use more work, that it is strong and that I know my Heavenly Father loves me
What are things you've done or need to do?
Monday, December 14, 2009
I hope y'all have been well. It's been a lottle crazy round here.We went to GA for Thanksgiving and came back. We got to see pretty much everyone and a good time was had by all. I got to do a little bit of art with Eve. We climbed Stone Mountain (a first for the boys) and went to Waffle House. You know, to complete the GA experience.
I also went crazy. I don't think I'm back from that yet.
But I knew you missed my blogging and I thought I would share a few things that made my week more interesting.
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Conversations with Pickles
Jax (a buddy): Pickles has a secret. He said he's looking at naked ladies on the computer.
me: WHAT???? PICKLES! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!
(imagine the sound of an alephant on roller skates coming down the stairs)
me: Pickles, why did Jax say you were looking at naked ladies on the computer?
Pickles: Oh, I just told him that so he'd go away. We were really looking at giant millipedes.
me: next time Honey try to be a little less creative and shocking when trying to get someone to go away, ok?
*note: Pickles is an incredibly honest kid. He does not look at naked women online. Apparently, however, we need to work on other issues.
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Pickles: I can't go to sleep
me: why not?
Pickles: Because my radio won't work and I always go to sleep listening to my stories.
me: Tell a story to yourself. Out loud.
Pickles: I said everyone else is asleep and they won't think my stories are interesting anyway.
me: I said say them to YOURSELF
Pickles: Well, I don't find them that interesting either.
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We have a snake. She's a ball python named Medusa. She's a good snake and the kids think she's interesting. Medusa eats mice. It's the circle of life, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, mice really aren't that cute, Mickey excluded of course. It was time for Medusa to eat again 4 days ago so I bought a mouse. I put the mouse in the cage with the snake. The mouse did not get eaten. The mouse did however, get named Pancake. So Pancake and Medusa are roommates. At least until Medusa is done shedding and decides that she actually is hungry. I'll keep you updated.
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Everything here is white. Our house is 109 yrs old, as are many of the surrounding houses. Most of them are painted very pale colors. Pale houses and their yards are covered in snow here. The clouds are heavy and full of snowman seeds. Everything is bright and fairly monochromatic. And it reflects all light. Last night, at midnight, it looked like it was dusk.
I forget about that here. 27 years of being raised in GA is still ingrained in me. Winter should be 60-70 degrees. Scarves should be bought based on their cuteness, not their heat conserving abilities. The sky should bright blue and the trees should stay green. Pansies should bloom.
Not in the Midwest. But I'm OK with that this winter. I'm not sure why; maybe I'm beginning to bloom (like a pansy - insert your own joke here) where I'm planted. Maybe it's wearing me down. Let's go with the blooming, shall we?
I also went crazy. I don't think I'm back from that yet.
But I knew you missed my blogging and I thought I would share a few things that made my week more interesting.
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Conversations with Pickles
Jax (a buddy): Pickles has a secret. He said he's looking at naked ladies on the computer.
me: WHAT???? PICKLES! GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!
(imagine the sound of an alephant on roller skates coming down the stairs)
me: Pickles, why did Jax say you were looking at naked ladies on the computer?
Pickles: Oh, I just told him that so he'd go away. We were really looking at giant millipedes.
me: next time Honey try to be a little less creative and shocking when trying to get someone to go away, ok?
*note: Pickles is an incredibly honest kid. He does not look at naked women online. Apparently, however, we need to work on other issues.
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Pickles: I can't go to sleep
me: why not?
Pickles: Because my radio won't work and I always go to sleep listening to my stories.
me: Tell a story to yourself. Out loud.
Pickles: I said everyone else is asleep and they won't think my stories are interesting anyway.
me: I said say them to YOURSELF
Pickles: Well, I don't find them that interesting either.
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We have a snake. She's a ball python named Medusa. She's a good snake and the kids think she's interesting. Medusa eats mice. It's the circle of life, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, mice really aren't that cute, Mickey excluded of course. It was time for Medusa to eat again 4 days ago so I bought a mouse. I put the mouse in the cage with the snake. The mouse did not get eaten. The mouse did however, get named Pancake. So Pancake and Medusa are roommates. At least until Medusa is done shedding and decides that she actually is hungry. I'll keep you updated.
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Everything here is white. Our house is 109 yrs old, as are many of the surrounding houses. Most of them are painted very pale colors. Pale houses and their yards are covered in snow here. The clouds are heavy and full of snowman seeds. Everything is bright and fairly monochromatic. And it reflects all light. Last night, at midnight, it looked like it was dusk.
I forget about that here. 27 years of being raised in GA is still ingrained in me. Winter should be 60-70 degrees. Scarves should be bought based on their cuteness, not their heat conserving abilities. The sky should bright blue and the trees should stay green. Pansies should bloom.
Not in the Midwest. But I'm OK with that this winter. I'm not sure why; maybe I'm beginning to bloom (like a pansy - insert your own joke here) where I'm planted. Maybe it's wearing me down. Let's go with the blooming, shall we?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Tips for living with a blind man
1. For goodness sake, keep the fridge/closet/toolbox organized unless you want to get up to help him find everything he's looking for. Still, you will have to call out which shelf/side of cabinet/location of said item is anyway.
2. He does not think it's funny when you hide weird stuffed animals in his underwear drawer.
3. Just go ahead and match up church/office outfits for him, including pants, a shirt, a tie, belt, and shoes. It will save you both time. Come to think of it, it may save you time even if your husband is not legally blind.
4. Realize that your children will learn very early that they can sneak treats, as long as the wrappers don't rustle, right in front of Daddy.
5. Get used to driving. Everywhere.
6. Get used to being the one who always cuts the fingernails, gives the haircuts, and removes the splinters.
7. Learn to read medical/anatomical textbooks for hour-long periods. That one may be a little specific.
8. Get with the Dept. for the Blind. They will most likely pay your husband's school tuition. (Sweet!)
9. Be confident with your looks, 'cause it's not very validating to hear a blind dude tell you you're hot.
10. Don't believe him when he says he can't do something because he's blind. Unless you've tried it with your eyes closed and you can't do it. Except for driving. Please don't try that.
11. With reference to the previous listing, just don't be upset when a red sock accidentally decides to party in a white load of laundry. He honestly didn't see it jump in.
12. Do not leave turpentine sitting on the floor in a mason jar if you also drink out of mason jars. He may think it's water. He may take a big mouthful of it. You may have to clean up paint thinner off the floor.
13. Invest in window cling stickers. Or just don't clean the glass doors. Or both. Guess why.
14. Perhaps recommend a walking-around-helmet.
15. INSIST on a helmet for when he rides his bike. Oh yes he does.
16. Do not EVER buy the small Legos. Unless you want your children to increase their vocabularies quickly in a bad way.
17. If he says he's feeling your butt to identify who you are, don't believe him.
18. Encourage others to introduce themselves over and over and over. Voices really aren't that easy to recognize and when you walk away, he will just ask who the heck that person was.
19. Remind him that even though he can't see very well, other people can. Tell him to stop "adjusting" himself in public.
20. Love him, because he needs it!
1. For goodness sake, keep the fridge/closet/toolbox organized unless you want to get up to help him find everything he's looking for. Still, you will have to call out which shelf/side of cabinet/location of said item is anyway.
2. He does not think it's funny when you hide weird stuffed animals in his underwear drawer.
3. Just go ahead and match up church/office outfits for him, including pants, a shirt, a tie, belt, and shoes. It will save you both time. Come to think of it, it may save you time even if your husband is not legally blind.
4. Realize that your children will learn very early that they can sneak treats, as long as the wrappers don't rustle, right in front of Daddy.
5. Get used to driving. Everywhere.
6. Get used to being the one who always cuts the fingernails, gives the haircuts, and removes the splinters.
7. Learn to read medical/anatomical textbooks for hour-long periods. That one may be a little specific.
8. Get with the Dept. for the Blind. They will most likely pay your husband's school tuition. (Sweet!)
9. Be confident with your looks, 'cause it's not very validating to hear a blind dude tell you you're hot.
10. Don't believe him when he says he can't do something because he's blind. Unless you've tried it with your eyes closed and you can't do it. Except for driving. Please don't try that.
11. With reference to the previous listing, just don't be upset when a red sock accidentally decides to party in a white load of laundry. He honestly didn't see it jump in.
12. Do not leave turpentine sitting on the floor in a mason jar if you also drink out of mason jars. He may think it's water. He may take a big mouthful of it. You may have to clean up paint thinner off the floor.
13. Invest in window cling stickers. Or just don't clean the glass doors. Or both. Guess why.
14. Perhaps recommend a walking-around-helmet.
15. INSIST on a helmet for when he rides his bike. Oh yes he does.
16. Do not EVER buy the small Legos. Unless you want your children to increase their vocabularies quickly in a bad way.
17. If he says he's feeling your butt to identify who you are, don't believe him.
18. Encourage others to introduce themselves over and over and over. Voices really aren't that easy to recognize and when you walk away, he will just ask who the heck that person was.
19. Remind him that even though he can't see very well, other people can. Tell him to stop "adjusting" himself in public.
20. Love him, because he needs it!
Monday, May 11, 2009
My mom:
loves traveling. I keep trying to convince her to be a travel scout.
loves musicals. She doesn't have to have music playing all the time like I do, but one of the best gifts for her is tickets to anything at the Fox in Atlanta.
loves her bling. If it's precious or semi-precious and set in gold, she's all over it.
loves her family. She will hop on a plane, as long as she has 2 hours notice to get through security, and go anywhere for anyone who needs her. And she has - often.
is very intelligent. Not only does she rememberuseless various trivia, she can figure out a tip before the bill flutters to the table. She's our go-to person for topics ranging from insurance, to fashion, to international relations, to etiquette.
hates the cold. She moved from PA to GA almost 40 years ago (am I in trouble for that?) and has never looked back. She refuses to visit us here in the Midwest before March, or after October. Unless we needed her, and then she's be here in about 4 hours.
I'll probably get in trouble for this one too, but, my mom has a dirty mind/mouth. She doesn't share it very often, and her filter between her brain and her mouth works much better than mine, but it's there. And it's quick.
is an amazing Grandmomma.
and many other things that will probably be blogged about at one point or another.
I love my mom. She's awesome. We share a sixth sense when it comes to phone calls. We are almost always holding the phone to call each other when the phone rings.
I know this post is kind of all over the place. I've been writing it for over an hour, because I've also been busy with being a mom to my kids.
So, as much as I'd like this post to be awe-inspiring and eloquent, just know that the sentiment is there, Mom, even if the intellect isn't.
loves traveling. I keep trying to convince her to be a travel scout.
loves musicals. She doesn't have to have music playing all the time like I do, but one of the best gifts for her is tickets to anything at the Fox in Atlanta.
loves her bling. If it's precious or semi-precious and set in gold, she's all over it.
loves her family. She will hop on a plane, as long as she has 2 hours notice to get through security, and go anywhere for anyone who needs her. And she has - often.
is very intelligent. Not only does she remember
hates the cold. She moved from PA to GA almost 40 years ago (am I in trouble for that?) and has never looked back. She refuses to visit us here in the Midwest before March, or after October. Unless we needed her, and then she's be here in about 4 hours.
I'll probably get in trouble for this one too, but, my mom has a dirty mind/mouth. She doesn't share it very often, and her filter between her brain and her mouth works much better than mine, but it's there. And it's quick.
is an amazing Grandmomma.
and many other things that will probably be blogged about at one point or another.
I love my mom. She's awesome. We share a sixth sense when it comes to phone calls. We are almost always holding the phone to call each other when the phone rings.
I know this post is kind of all over the place. I've been writing it for over an hour, because I've also been busy with being a mom to my kids.
So, as much as I'd like this post to be awe-inspiring and eloquent, just know that the sentiment is there, Mom, even if the intellect isn't.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
For Sale
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
This poem kind of relates how Sassafras and I have been getting along lately. Who knew her teenage years would start the day she was born? She has always been a hand-ful, and sometimes two. Sometimes even an extra leg-ful, or whatever rope-I-can-grab-ful.
Sass used to wander away in a store, let's just say Walmart, and not look back. Before she was one. James or I would follow her at a safe distance and watch to see what she was doing. She would never turn around.
To say she is independent is an understatement.
She walked at 8 months. She stood up from the middle of the floor and took two steps.
She sang several songs before she was one. I'm not just using Mommy Memory, we have a recording of it.
She broke both of her arms, in two separate incidences, before she was 4 and a half. One required pins and left a 4 inch scar. I asked the Dr. if perhaps she had delicate bones. No, they're fine, says he, just don't let her climb to the top of the tree, or dance across the back of the couch, or jump off of the podium at church. Let her? LET her? Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhht.
She has continued to make our lives interesting. She practices piano daily, without being asked, now that she no longer takes lessons. Did she practice while taking lessons? HA! Only when we duct-taped her to the piano bench.
Sass is our only brown-eyed child. They're not just brown though. They're deep and intense and they actually twinkle when she's happy, and smolder when she's furious.
She coins her own words. Yestertime, Having a tiny-little good time, and Barefooting (verb), among others, have firmly secured themselves in our family vocabulary.
She can sing really well, but usually chooses to create feline-opera noises at the top of her voice instead.
Sassafras has also always been concerned with making sure that everyone is included. It may have something to do with me, but she probably came that way. As a tiny girl, she would bring portions of cake/cookie/candies home to her brothers from a party or play date that only she was invited to.
She read the entire Harry Potter series before she turned 9.
When I read over this post, I'm reminded what a good, sweet, funny, intelligent person she is. Maybe I should just write down or mentally list all the things that make her so great more often. Maybe I won't sell her.
Although, the next time she is pissing me off with her nasty attitude, feel free to make me an offer...
One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!
One crying and spying young sister for sale!
I'm really not kidding,
So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?
A nickel?
A penny?
Oh, isn't there, isn't there, isn't there any
One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,
This crying and spying young sister for sale?
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
This poem kind of relates how Sassafras and I have been getting along lately. Who knew her teenage years would start the day she was born? She has always been a hand-ful, and sometimes two. Sometimes even an extra leg-ful, or whatever rope-I-can-grab-ful.
Sass used to wander away in a store, let's just say Walmart, and not look back. Before she was one. James or I would follow her at a safe distance and watch to see what she was doing. She would never turn around.
To say she is independent is an understatement.
She walked at 8 months. She stood up from the middle of the floor and took two steps.
She sang several songs before she was one. I'm not just using Mommy Memory, we have a recording of it.
She broke both of her arms, in two separate incidences, before she was 4 and a half. One required pins and left a 4 inch scar. I asked the Dr. if perhaps she had delicate bones. No, they're fine, says he, just don't let her climb to the top of the tree, or dance across the back of the couch, or jump off of the podium at church. Let her? LET her? Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhht.
She has continued to make our lives interesting. She practices piano daily, without being asked, now that she no longer takes lessons. Did she practice while taking lessons? HA! Only when we duct-taped her to the piano bench.
Sass is our only brown-eyed child. They're not just brown though. They're deep and intense and they actually twinkle when she's happy, and smolder when she's furious.
She coins her own words. Yestertime, Having a tiny-little good time, and Barefooting (verb), among others, have firmly secured themselves in our family vocabulary.
She can sing really well, but usually chooses to create feline-opera noises at the top of her voice instead.
Sassafras has also always been concerned with making sure that everyone is included. It may have something to do with me, but she probably came that way. As a tiny girl, she would bring portions of cake/cookie/candies home to her brothers from a party or play date that only she was invited to.
She read the entire Harry Potter series before she turned 9.
When I read over this post, I'm reminded what a good, sweet, funny, intelligent person she is. Maybe I should just write down or mentally list all the things that make her so great more often. Maybe I won't sell her.
Although, the next time she is pissing me off with her nasty attitude, feel free to make me an offer...
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
My very cool friend watched our kids the other day when James and I went to the temple. She's very good at photography, especially with children. *Thank you, thank you, thank you!* These are just a few of the pics she took. If you're really good, maybe, just maybe, I'll post some more later.
This one is of Sassafras. It's not one of the prettier ones, but it's so natural. I can't believe Mama Howerton got such a relaxed one of Sass when she knew she was being photographed.
Here's a posed one. Check out those freckles!
Mr. Pickles...
Pickles and his friend Chan. Pickles looks slightly psycho.
Sweet Bud
You can click on this one to see his freckles - they match Sass's!
Hamster smiling - his usual expression :)
Hamster and Eugene - HA!
This one is of Sassafras. It's not one of the prettier ones, but it's so natural. I can't believe Mama Howerton got such a relaxed one of Sass when she knew she was being photographed.
Here's a posed one. Check out those freckles!
Mr. Pickles...
Pickles and his friend Chan. Pickles looks slightly psycho.
Sweet Bud
You can click on this one to see his freckles - they match Sass's!
Hamster smiling - his usual expression :)
Hamster and Eugene - HA!
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Conversations with Pickles
Pickles: I think I'd like a Marine Iguana for a pet. (As I mentioned in previous posts, the subject of what-I-want-for-a-pet is a popular discussion around here)
Bud: I want a ta-NAN-tula.
Pickles: It's ta-RAN-tula, Bud, geesh!
me: Bud, when you're 8. Pickles, Marine Iguanas need the sea. That's why they're marine iguanas.
Pickles: I guess a regular iguana is OK.
me: we'll talk later.
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Pickles: Can a killer whale eat Dad?
me: I suppose, if Dad were in the water and the killer whale was hungry.
Pickles: Well, I hope that doesn't happen.
me: Yeah, me too.
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Pickles: When we go back to GA, can we live next door to GrandMomma?
me: No.
Pickles: Oh, well, can we live down the street from her?
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Pickles: There's this kid, um... There's this kid at school, um... This kid at school... He, um... He said, um... This kid at school said, um... Hey Mom?
me: What?
Pickles: What was I saying?
me: That you love me
Pickles: Oh yeah!
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Pickles: Mom, today at recess Mrs. Smith was giving everyone balls. When I asked for one, she said NO! I went off by myself and cried a little.
me (trying not to call this lady an ass for making my sweet Pickles cry): Oh no! I'm sorry honey.
Pickles: And then she came and said, Thanks for telling me that Ricky was biting people. Mom, that doesn't even make sense! I didn't say that. She ruined recess.
me: Well, maybe she's dumb. Grownups can be dumb too. (possibly not the best response, but much tamer than what I was thinking) Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she had a giant bug bite on her behind and it was itching and making her crazy. Having an itchy butt can make you pretty crazy.
Pickles: Really?
me: Definitely. Whenever some teacher is being crazy for no reason, just assume she has an itchy butt.
Pickles: Ok, thanks.
me: Anytime buddy, anytime.
Pickles: I think I'd like a Marine Iguana for a pet. (As I mentioned in previous posts, the subject of what-I-want-for-a-pet is a popular discussion around here)
Bud: I want a ta-NAN-tula.
Pickles: It's ta-RAN-tula, Bud, geesh!
me: Bud, when you're 8. Pickles, Marine Iguanas need the sea. That's why they're marine iguanas.
Pickles: I guess a regular iguana is OK.
me: we'll talk later.
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Pickles: Can a killer whale eat Dad?
me: I suppose, if Dad were in the water and the killer whale was hungry.
Pickles: Well, I hope that doesn't happen.
me: Yeah, me too.
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Pickles: When we go back to GA, can we live next door to GrandMomma?
me: No.
Pickles: Oh, well, can we live down the street from her?
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Pickles: There's this kid, um... There's this kid at school, um... This kid at school... He, um... He said, um... This kid at school said, um... Hey Mom?
me: What?
Pickles: What was I saying?
me: That you love me
Pickles: Oh yeah!
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Pickles: Mom, today at recess Mrs. Smith was giving everyone balls. When I asked for one, she said NO! I went off by myself and cried a little.
me (trying not to call this lady an ass for making my sweet Pickles cry): Oh no! I'm sorry honey.
Pickles: And then she came and said, Thanks for telling me that Ricky was biting people. Mom, that doesn't even make sense! I didn't say that. She ruined recess.
me: Well, maybe she's dumb. Grownups can be dumb too. (possibly not the best response, but much tamer than what I was thinking) Maybe she was having a bad day. Maybe she had a giant bug bite on her behind and it was itching and making her crazy. Having an itchy butt can make you pretty crazy.
Pickles: Really?
me: Definitely. Whenever some teacher is being crazy for no reason, just assume she has an itchy butt.
Pickles: Ok, thanks.
me: Anytime buddy, anytime.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Dear Christian Bale,
This is very difficult for me to write.
I'm breaking up with you.
You've been my movie boyfriend ever since I saw you in Empire of the Sun in the theater in 1987. You made my heart flutter in Swing Kids and Newsies. I swooned for you in Little Women. I loved you in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I even watched Reign of Fire although it wasn't really that good. You were my favorite Batman. Anyway, my sexy (ex)boyfriend Christian, you have just become too much of a bully. I recently heard audio of you berating a lights guy on the set of one of your movies. I had to turn it off! And then go wash my ears! This is the last straw Christian. You've been too mean for too long. I've heard rumors that you are difficult on set, but I didn't want to believe. But the writing is on the wall now. This can't go on any longer.
I can't, in good conscience, have imaginary children with you anymore. I'm afraid they'll turn into imaginary grown-ups who kick their dogs or something. You're just not a good imaginary father figure anymore.
So we must part ways, movie boyfriend. No, no! Don't cry! Or cuss! Or yell at/beat the imaginary hired help!
I'll probably still watch Terminator 4. But my heart won't flutter.
It's over,
Michelle
Oh, and if you could not tell James that I've had a crush on you for 20 years, that'd be great.
This is very difficult for me to write.
I'm breaking up with you.
You've been my movie boyfriend ever since I saw you in Empire of the Sun in the theater in 1987. You made my heart flutter in Swing Kids and Newsies. I swooned for you in Little Women. I loved you in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I even watched Reign of Fire although it wasn't really that good. You were my favorite Batman. Anyway, my sexy (ex)boyfriend Christian, you have just become too much of a bully. I recently heard audio of you berating a lights guy on the set of one of your movies. I had to turn it off! And then go wash my ears! This is the last straw Christian. You've been too mean for too long. I've heard rumors that you are difficult on set, but I didn't want to believe. But the writing is on the wall now. This can't go on any longer.
I can't, in good conscience, have imaginary children with you anymore. I'm afraid they'll turn into imaginary grown-ups who kick their dogs or something. You're just not a good imaginary father figure anymore.
So we must part ways, movie boyfriend. No, no! Don't cry! Or cuss! Or yell at/beat the imaginary hired help!
I'll probably still watch Terminator 4. But my heart won't flutter.
It's over,
Michelle
Oh, and if you could not tell James that I've had a crush on you for 20 years, that'd be great.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Posting Level: 2 grits
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A joke by Sassafras
A guy went to the doctor and said,
"I think my butt is broken. I fell down pretty hard and now there's a crack in it."
She's so clever.
My grandmother used to say, "Aren't you just so clever?" She would say this when we were extra sassy and she didn't want to say we were being a smartass. She was nice like that.
I told Sassafras her joke was funny but not to tell it around grown-ups. Was that bad? I kind of think that kids need to have things that are quasi-secrets from adults. I don't want my kids to think I'm all over them all the time. That they can have their space, but that I'll be there for them if they need me.
I know an amazing mom who raised her kids alone. They were really wild as teenagers. Oh you had a wild period when you were a teenager? Well multiply that by 100 and these kids were that bad. Not mean, they just made terrible choices. OK, so I was there too sometimes, but I'm not judging, just trying to explain. So anyway, they were very naughty. And this mom just loved them. That's all she could do. She gave them a place to live, she gave them food, she gave them a good example of how to treat others, she gave them her testimony, and she gave them love. So they were naughty for several years. But these kids have all grown up to be really amazing people. Productive, intelligent, caring people.
I was also talking to a friend about their little girl who wouldn't take off her favorite dress for a week straight. Now if she was my little girl, I would have wrestled the dress off her and thrown her into a tub. Or maybe into the tub WITH the dress on. But what would that have proven? That I didn't respect her or her body. And that I was bigger so that made me the boss. Not such a good thing to teach a kid.
So what I'm trying to say is that I really think the best way to raise kids is with love and respect. These two moms both have kids that make them crazy sometimes. And that's OK. Those kids KNOW their moms love them. No matter what.
Don't worry MOM, you're my favorite. I just know you don't really like being spotlighted. But just so everyone knows, my mom is awesome. She always works really hard to let us know she loves us. Even though I'm the favorite...
*side note*
the moon will be physically closer to the earth tonight than it usually is. So the moon will look bigger and brighter. And the tides will be higher than normal. So don't go camping on the beach tonight in CA or you may get your jammies wet.
see profile for grittiness posting levels
A joke by Sassafras
A guy went to the doctor and said,
"I think my butt is broken. I fell down pretty hard and now there's a crack in it."
She's so clever.
My grandmother used to say, "Aren't you just so clever?" She would say this when we were extra sassy and she didn't want to say we were being a smartass. She was nice like that.
I told Sassafras her joke was funny but not to tell it around grown-ups. Was that bad? I kind of think that kids need to have things that are quasi-secrets from adults. I don't want my kids to think I'm all over them all the time. That they can have their space, but that I'll be there for them if they need me.
I know an amazing mom who raised her kids alone. They were really wild as teenagers. Oh you had a wild period when you were a teenager? Well multiply that by 100 and these kids were that bad. Not mean, they just made terrible choices. OK, so I was there too sometimes, but I'm not judging, just trying to explain. So anyway, they were very naughty. And this mom just loved them. That's all she could do. She gave them a place to live, she gave them food, she gave them a good example of how to treat others, she gave them her testimony, and she gave them love. So they were naughty for several years. But these kids have all grown up to be really amazing people. Productive, intelligent, caring people.
I was also talking to a friend about their little girl who wouldn't take off her favorite dress for a week straight. Now if she was my little girl, I would have wrestled the dress off her and thrown her into a tub. Or maybe into the tub WITH the dress on. But what would that have proven? That I didn't respect her or her body. And that I was bigger so that made me the boss. Not such a good thing to teach a kid.
So what I'm trying to say is that I really think the best way to raise kids is with love and respect. These two moms both have kids that make them crazy sometimes. And that's OK. Those kids KNOW their moms love them. No matter what.
Don't worry MOM, you're my favorite. I just know you don't really like being spotlighted. But just so everyone knows, my mom is awesome. She always works really hard to let us know she loves us. Even though I'm the favorite...
*side note*
the moon will be physically closer to the earth tonight than it usually is. So the moon will look bigger and brighter. And the tides will be higher than normal. So don't go camping on the beach tonight in CA or you may get your jammies wet.
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