Monday, December 28, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
She accepted his proposal of marriage, and now we have a reason to go to Texas in a year or so to see Checkered's niece begin the next stage of her life with her oh, so sweet groom-to-be.
We won't mind that trip one bit.
Friday, December 18, 2009
~And so we begin yet another week of:
~The other day, as windchills dipped below zero, someone asked me why we all continued to live in Michigan. I replied that we were here because we still had jobs. The woman froze and glared at me. It was such an odd reaction to something I never intended as bragging.
~The unnatural affection I feel for the new Walmart by my house is a bit unsettling.
~Men need to stop wearing clogs and crocs. Right now.
~Men also need to stop wearing slippers to my classes.
~I love the students I worked with this term who were always agreeable and thought English class wasn't as bad as they had feared. Godspeed to you all (or most of you, anyway.)
~In yet another rush to get out the door one day, I was slightly annoyed when my 7 year old continued to ask for his sunglasses. In my most lecture-ific voice, I reminded him that if he put his sunglasses away like I do, he would know exactly where they were. "Now, get in the car! You'll have to go without your sunglasses today!!" Still he remained rooted to one spot. "But, Mommy, why are YOU wearing MY sunglasses?" And so I was.
~A friend from my college days lives in Maine. He noticed on Facebook that my son's tie was crooked and he reached all the way through the Internet to Michigan to fix that tie. I am amazed!
~And finally, my youngest boy has not been able to complete any writing assignments at school for quite some time and we are on a long journey to understand and to diagnose this and some other Asperger-like symptoms. However, this same sweet child wrote us a story one night in his bed and then wrapped it and put it under the tree all by himself. It was truly a labor of love and should be about the most precious gift I've ever received.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
2. Just so you know, I'm Rudolph. The glowing nose will take some getting used to.
|Which Christmas Character Are You? |
OK, so maybe you won't go down in history for having a glowing nose or being heckled by the reindeer gang (thank goodness), but like your Christmas counterpart, you're a good friend who'll stick with the people you love through thick and thin.
Quizzes and Personality Tests
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The same spirit which motivated me to unpack my 16 year old wedding gifts last summer has now motivated me once again. If this keeps happening, there is no telling what the future of my basement looks like.
When we were first united in wedded bliss, my parents gave us several pieces of the Department 56 New England Village series. During those same years, Checkered's mom gave us a few pieces of the Dickens Village series. Then his dad and stepmother gave us a few more pieces.
Our true delight in receiving those gifts in no way influenced our decision to carefully pack away every single one of those pieces for a time when:
~we would have room to display them properly,
~we would not have babies or toddlers who would delight in
destroying exploring each piece ,
~we would have a complete collection to display.
Once in a grand while, I would accidentally see one of those boxes and think, "Just a few more years and I'll be able to open it!" It did seem tragic that at the rate I was going, I would be ready to open the boxes and display the pieces about the same time we would need to liquedate our belongings and move into assisted living.
Enter peer pressure and perhaps an admission of my languishing basement-kept villages. Alas, I now have a small New England Village living on the landing of my stairs. The bright orange utility cord running up the wall can be, if you squint just right, a vertical power line. It's those small touches that make my decorating so very special.
We can't wait until another 16 years passes so I can unpack the Dickens Village which remains safely packed away in the basement. Just a little something to look forward to in 2025.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
This boy made us proud just by being in front of a crowd - a very difficult challenge for him. He never sang a single word or did the hand motions, but he stood there up there the entire time, and that was wonderful.
Last night was a vocal recital. Our daughter did admirably when the accompaniment track played for her was NOT the track she had used in rehearsal. Our son? Well, he enjoys the spotlight.
Tonight is the high school choir concert, and then we're done until January when the kids' musicals begin.
Honestly, I think the entertainment value has been amazing.
Monday, December 14, 2009
"What in the world am I looking at?" you say. Well, look closer!
Oh, yes. I am done being a student!!! And by the end of the week, my own students' grades will be submitted and I am going to read a book! Preferably, it will be a book that makes me smile or even laugh, that has a touch of love and is maybe even sexy, and has a happy ending.
Now, would you please tell me what the title of that book is so that I can get to the library ASAP?
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
A Very Strange Day
One day I was up on my loft bed trying to take a nap when I heard, "Muchacho!" I looked down and saw a ... cabbage? Now wait one darn second, I thought, cabbage isn't supposed to talk!
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
We walked in and found this glorious Lego display of downtown Detroit. It was detailed and had moving components. It was so wonderful that we couldn't wait to find the actual exhibit. When we did, we were disappointed. There were a few smaller but detailed castles, but overall, a mighty weak display.
Fortunately, we found a pretty tree.
My son's favorite "hippy" van.
And my favorite mode of transportation.
The boys agreed: the Lego exhibit at the Henry Ford wasn't worth the visit.
During the day, I learned that my vest was insufficient protection against the weather, and chivalrous Checkered gave me his jacket. That was a very sweet and sexy move. Too bad the pockets turned my fingers yellow - even if the photo didn't capture the color so well.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
- work goes away for a few days, but we know (hope) we have jobs to return to afterward
- my parents will be here!!
- my children's moods and behavior are exceptionally lovely
- lots of fires to sit by and warm-up
- new recipes to try
- board games
- hugs from most every friend I see
- the music
- the joy my children have in giving to me
- the way my child insists that we start the day by singing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus.
Now, what have I left out? Any ideas, SITStas?
Monday, December 7, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
My daughter's choir is performing at the Detroit Opera House today. I deeply regret not spending the $75 to be there. She balked at the idea of holding a little recorder for me. Go figure.
Why would a doctor rely on a one-page survey to diagnose and allow that survey to override social evidence? Why don't any of these doctors want to hear what the teacher with her 25 years of experience and two years with my child has to say?
Checkered loves those new dark blues, purples, and greens so popular in Christmas colors. They evoke something dear from his childhood. The only thing he remembers in that color is a bowl of dark blue bulbs. But, boy, what a strong emotional reaction when he sees those colors.
Guess what color lights are on our tree this year...?
I wonder what will take my own kids back to their childhoods when they're grown.
Last Sunday during church, my 12 year old got my wedding ring stuck on his finger. After spending the first two sermon points getting the ring off, he gave it to my youngest son who ... yes, who put it on HIS middle finger where it got really stuck. I really am not sure what the sermon was about.
That same younger son told me he doesn't believe now. I worried that he meant Santa, but then was stricken with guilt and wondered if he meant God. What he meant was Rudolf because a red nose really couldn't help someone see in the fog now, could it?
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
With one eye on teen-agers dressed entirely in black and walking down the middle of the darkened street and the other eye on the bus that might already be at the stop and a third eye checking to see if her prophecy of throwing up has been fulfilled, I add, "Besides that, I have a mammogram today so I won't be home most of the morning."
"A what?" she begins, "Oh... ewwww. Why do you always have to talk about stuff like that?! It's 6.30 in the morning. You're sick!" And the car door slams shut.
Pondering her question during my drive back home, I decide that I "always have to talk about stuff like that" because:
I am a woman
I am of a certain age
I enjoy her reaction.
Now, the decision is what to discuss tomorrow morning. Gyn visits or colonoscopies?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
the end of poverty
a cure for all things...?
Okay, fine. I will get a bit more honest. The real list starts now.
a Kindle or some such thing
new furniture for the family room
tickets to somewhere sunny and tropical
dinner that doesn't involve WW or ground turkey, beans, or high fiber
a little nip and tuck
a new floor for the kitchen
someone to finish my botched bathroom remodel
a really fast boat.
What's on your non-list this year?