Thursday, November 29, 2007
"...thine ass shall be violently taken away from before thy face, and shall not be restored to thee." --Deuteronomy 28:31
Bring it on.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be--
I had a mother who read to me.
Reading to my children is one of my favorite things to do as a parent. My mother gave her nine children this gift, and it has been so valuable in my life both as a child and as a parent. Over the years we've read hundreds of stories together, and read-aloud has always been a part of our homeschooling day, even as the children have entered junior high. We've had many great experiences, interesting conversation, a few disagreements, but always a connection with each other.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I've come to realize that my ex is:
Not as perfect for me as I'd always thought.
I am listening to:
My kids eating breakfast downstairs. And rollerskating in the kitchen. Can't get mad at them for that one....they learned it from me!
Many times when I shouldn't, and often for too long. But not deeply enough.
Books. Kitchen stores. Homeschooling. The color red. Clean, high thread-count sheets, sparkling bathrooms, the smell of vanilla and coconut, a really good haircut, when my jeans are loose, reading to my kids, snuggling with a baby fresh from the tub, to buy things for other people.
I never (never say 'never'...hardly ever) lose anything. Except maybe hope sometimes, and my mind. But I'll find that too.
I hate it when:
I have to dust, fold laundry, or clean bathrooms. When I don't have harmony in my marriage, or when I bounce a check.
My goal in life. To give it, to have it, to feel it.
A mystery to me.
Somewhere there is:
Enough for all of us.
I'll always be:
The oldest child in the family, and all that that entails. There's no breaking free from that stereotype, and how it's shaped my personality.
I have a [little] crush on:
hmmmmm......I'm drawing a blank.
The last time I cried was:
A few nights ago.
My cell phone is:
Ruined, thanks to my slobbering baby.
When I wake up in the morning:
I try to always be cheerful when I greet my children.
Before I go to sleep at night:
I like to watch a few episodes of "Everybody Loves Raymond".
Right now I am thinking about:
How to best help Dylan with his writing assignment, when we should schedule our early Christmas with the kids before they leave, how to squeeze in a nap today, and where else I can canvas for a few more piano students.
Not little for long enough.
I get on myspace:
Never. I am not a fan.
Went to the grocery store early in the morning to get enchilada sauce and black beans so that I can make dinner for my friend who is on bedrest for pregnancy complications.
Tonight I will:
Teach piano lessons and then watch a Christmas movie with the kids while Adam works.
Tomorrow I will:
Do everything I have to do today over again. (Doesn't it feel like that sometimes?)
I really want to:
Write my book(s).
The person who is most likely to repost this:
I hope it's Hannah.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
The other day when I was out for my walk, pushing Conor in the stroller up Wentworth Avenue, I struggled for the last three blocks, as the street becomes increasingly uphill. I had set a goal of reaching Mt. Gleason Street, but many times I heard whispers as my legs burned and my heart pumped: "Just cut down one of these side streets and head back home. At least you got out here today. It's not going to make that big of a difference." But I trudged on, utterly ticked off and sweating. I just want to be in shape again! I don't want to have to do all this stupid walking up these stupid hills, pushing this heavy baby. The last hundred feet or so is very steep as it makes a final climb before leveling out. Something in me kept taking one more step. I braced myself behind that stroller, with arms straight out and leaning over into the pushing, I finished the climb. The thought occurred to me that though the entire walk up Wentworth is difficult, it's the last several yards that are the hardest and the steepest, and always the ones I'm most proud to have walked. And then, I get to turn around, and walk effortlessly (for a while, anyway) downhill.
Life is especially hard right now. Steep and challenging, and the voice whispers almost daily to just quit. Take a side street and get off the course. In the meantime, I tell myself that I set out to do this, darn it, and I just keep taking another step.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
1. True. I did go to a dork's prom with him as a favor for my dad. I did not want to, and I made it clear the entire evening. I was horridly rude to him, and just wanted the night to be over with, which it was, early. Poor guy. I think about him from time to time and feel so ashamed that I was a person of such little character in those days. I even tried to find him on the internet to apologize, but so far have been unsuccessful. The details of that night are too shameful, so I'll leave them in the dark.
2. Lie. I went to a Halloween party once where a seance and a game of Ouiji board were being played, but I had been taught to leave, and so I did. My friend Lisa Dovi and I both called our parents, and we were picked up early.
3. True. This was a highlight of my life since Richard Paul Evans is one of my very favorite authors. I dated his brother for a while, and got to know Rick on a somewhat personal level. I did beat him at the karaoke, and I owe him for giving me such a fun memory.
4. True. But don't act like it's never happened to you, alright? I was a long way from home and it was snowing HARD! Even sphincter muscles don't work as well in the freezing cold!
Great job, everybody!