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Friday, August 28, 2015
  • Tuesday, August 25, 2015 9:51 PM

    I’m sitting here in the new house, boxes stacked to the ceiling; a virtual maze of corrugated cardboard and Sharpie ink which is sometimes the only indication of which room I have entered.

    “The kitchen must be here somewhere. Ah yes, here it is! I can tell because this wall of boxes stacked higher than my head reads ‘silverware,’ ‘cookie sheets’ and ‘underwear drawer.’”

    “Wait a minute. Is this the kitchen or the bedroom?”

    It has been this way all weekend. The movers either got tired of reading, or they live in a one room efficiency apartment where they do indeed keep their underwear in the kitchen. 

     
  • Tuesday, August 18, 2015 8:31 PM

    I might have mentioned before, at least once or twice, that I’m not much of a camper. My camping experiences have been limited to sleeping in a tent one night on the corner of a friend’s deck, two nights at my daughter’s scouting event and 10 extremely stressful nights in Haiti umpteen years ago.

    But none of those excursions were really like true camping. Other people did all of the planning and cooking. I just showed up and did what I was told.

    But this week, the little ones and I will be urban camping. That is, we are moving. I am packing up the house I have lived in for 19 years, and relocating it all to the big city and bright lights of Thorntown, Indiana. 

     
  • Tuesday, August 11, 2015 7:47 PM

    This coming weekend, my cousin is getting married. I don’t get to see that branch of the family very often, so I am considering driving to St. Louis for the ceremony. I mentioned the possibility to my eight year old daughter and seven year old son.

    Phoebe was, of course, very excited and immediately began discussing what she should wear. This is a child after my own shallow heart. She knows wearing just the right outfit can make or break any event.

    Hudson Charles, on the other hand, had an entirely different response.

    “How far is St. Louis?”

    “About six hours.”

    “What? We have to drive six hours for a stupid weddin’? I hate weddin’s.”

     
  • Tuesday, August 04, 2015 10:47 PM

    “How are you today?” the sales clerk asked.

    I offered the standard, “I’m fine, how are you?”

    “I’m hanging in there,” she replied.

    “Okay, to be honest, I’m barely hanging in there myself. This has been a really crappy week,” I divulged.

    She came around the counter, and took both of my hands in hers. “Do you mind if I do this?”

    Given my strong Christian upbringing and background, I thought she was going to pray with me. “I don’t mind,” I replied. “I welcome it.”

    She then proceeded with a psychic reading. Initially, my reaction was to pull my hands away, but the accuracy of her first statement was quite compelling, so I let her continue. 

     
  • Tuesday, July 28, 2015 8:06 PM

    As I write, a four month old kitten named Simba is curled up next to me, resting against my thigh. He occasionally bats at the Sydney Opera House charm, a gift from Australian Sam that dangles from my bracelet. But mostly he is resting, purring contentedly like a finely-tuned motor in a well-maintained car.

    This is new for me. I have not been exposed to animals very much throughout my life. Mostly, I have been fearful of them due to an unfortunate childhood experience.

    When I was seven years old, my friend and I were skipping happily down the sidewalk, carefree as seven year old girls should be. Suddenly, it seemed out of nowhere, two German Shepherds appeared in front of us, fighting ferociously. Standing on their hind legs, they were as tall as me, and their sharp teeth were eye level. The growling was fierce, and the snarling terrifying. 

     
  • Tuesday, July 21, 2015 10:52 PM

    At seven years old, Hudson Charles has the world mostly figured out. He is smart, observant, funny, and so very stubborn. I have always said that my children’s most “negative” qualities are actually positive qualities ready to be honed and used for good. With my first four, that has proven to be true. However, I’m not so certain about the stubbornness of Hudson Charles.

    This week, he is at summer camp for the first time. On Sunday’s long drive to the campground, he was excitedly chattering about all the great things he would be doing; swimming in the lake, playing games, sleeping in a cabin, etc. But then he morphed into his, “and this is what I refuse to do” mode.

    “If they tell me I have to wake up very early, I am not gonna do it. And I am not eating any vegetables. And I am also not eating dessert. If they try to make me eat dessert, I am gonna say, ‘I’m not really a cake and cookie sorta guy.’ And I might not want to play some of those games either because I can’t run very fast.” 

     
  • Tuesday, July 14, 2015 9:14 PM

    So, after twenty-plus years without a paycheck of my own, I will be entering the workforce. I have no clue what I am going to do and no particular money making skill to fall back on. I only attended college for one semester, and then dropped out to get my MRS. degree. Unfortunately, that degree doesn’t get you far in life unless you retain the title.

    In retrospect, I see that I should have pursued a career in my younger years so that I could support myself if the time came. But like many love-struck young women, I did not foresee a future where having a self-supporting income would be necessary. 

     
  • Tuesday, July 07, 2015 11:01 PM

    Recently, I turned over a new leaf. Once you turn a leaf over, it is sometimes hard to keep it from flipping back. But this one has stayed on the flipside for over ten days, so I’m feeling optimistic.

    I had been listening to friends discuss the dilemma of the toothpaste tube.

    “Are you an end squeezer or a middle squeezer?” they asked.

    I had never given the issue much thought. I don’t remember it being discussed while I was growing up, and I have never taught my children that one method is superior to another. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I have never really had time to pause and carefully roll the tube, so I have always been a grab and squeeze kind of girl. 

     
  • Tuesday, June 30, 2015 7:31 PM

    I stopped by my girlfriend’s house the other day and saw that, once again, she was moving furniture. Lots of people enjoy rearranging their furnishings from time to time, but she takes it to a whole new level.

    Not only does she move the furniture, but she generally alters it somehow. She is the queen of re-purposing. For example, on this particular day she had sawed the legs off of her computer hutch, inserted a small stand, and turned it into a TV armoire. Brilliant!

    I’ve seen her build doors for open bookshelves and turn them into cabinets. 

     
  • Tuesday, June 23, 2015 7:23 PM

    For the past ten days, Australian Sam’s mum and friend Leah have been visiting us from down under. Sam will be with us for six more weeks, but the others began their journey back to the other side of the world yesterday.

    While they were here, we had a great deal of fun showing off our part of the world. We hung out in Indianapolis, spent two days in Chicago, and then because they are big country music fans, we headed down to Nashville for three days. 

     

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