Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Of course, we aren't really technically looking to buy a house right yet, or maybe we are, it is sort of unsaid at present. Still, houses are out there -- I mean you can't go a block with out seeing houses, and a good pair of eyes certainly must look (though actually, my eyes can't technically be considered a good pair since with out my contacts I am a bumbling, stumbling idiot).
Anyway, this house was somehow boxed in the middle of an area of normal new homes -- which to me means, other kids for my kids to play with. Only it was a sprawling acre completely and privately surrounded by trees. We spotted where it must be from far down the road because we could see the lush square of trees in the middle of all these other homes. The yard was perfect, the house was -- although perhaps a tiny bit small for a family who seems to be on their way to having 300 children, as Mike and I seem -- darling. It was only ten or so years old, but looked like a big well cared for cottage. It was actually, unbelievably, in our price range (well -- not exactly . . . but maybe . . . in the range of our price range? Surely they'd negotiate). There was a firepit in the backyard, and, just as we arrived, a family was basking in the luxury of their secluded and beautiful backyard. They were roasting marshmallows and laughing with friends as their children ran about happy and carefree nearby.
For some odd reason there was no "For Sale" sign to be seen (I'm sure you all know where this is going), but I wasn't to be deterred. I left Mike and the kids somewhat out of sight in the front yard whilst I boldly went to interrupt the family's joyful party (what party wouldn't be joyful in such a dreamy setting?). I wasn't sure who to head towards or even address in the group, but eventually found myself face to face with one adult. "Sorry to interrupt your party," I said (sure they wouldn't mind at all once they knew I was there to take their home off of their hands), "I just saw your home for sale online, but didn't see a sign out front. It is still for sale, isn't it?"
And then, with no further explanation, he crushingly responded, "No, I'm sorry, it's not." And that was that. I was left to mumble some apology and make my way back to my sad little family to tell them we were homeless, and would likely remain homeless forever now because how could I ever find anything to be as happy with? It would be like if your own Prince Charming died on your wedding day and you were then supposed to just marry the Earl of Someplace or Other. Boring.
We went to one other house after that, it might have been fine. Maybe lovely, but all I could think was, "This is pretty much the worst house ever."
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
I penitantly continued to wear those same slippers until just the other night when, apparently, Mike decided my penace was through and gifted me these:The picture doesn't do them justice, but they are pretty much the slipper of all slippers. Who could be anything but in love with them!
Thanks Mike. I only can feel slightly less guilty by the fact that you took back the "pitch fork" I gave you because I'd accidentally gotten a "potato fork" -- I thought it looked a little odd when I bought it. I love you even more than I love my new slippers -- which is a lot.
I got to be good friends with Marzee when I lived in WA and we served together in Young Women's. She is an amazing person. Funny, talented, spiritual, beautiful, etc. I have even commented before how amazing it is that I only love her instead of feel horribly jealous of her. Of course, as you will see if you go to her blog, she doesn't always see these things about herself (just as most of us don't see those things about ourselves).
Anyway, awhile back she felt really inspired to start an online women's magazine -- a place where people would contribute nothing but varying and inspirational messages, a place where we could see other imperfect women like ourselves and see that we and they are more than just our imperfections. Of course, she keeps waiting til it is perfect and worrying about all the details, plus, she is going to school (as is her husband), raising three very young children, etc. etc. Finally, her husband made her start it as a blog -- a place to start. I hope you all will go leave a little comment of inspiration and stay tuned because some of you may end up being the next post of inspiration for all of us!! I'm so proud of you Marz! I know you will turn this into what you want. Now, all of you go see her place and keep going there often!! www.womenafire.blogspot.com
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
-- Wouldn't it be nice if I didn't hear Penny beginning to stir, and I could have a little nap myself? But I can't complain since she finally has switched herself to a later morning wake-up time.
-- What was that nail polish my friend Jessica's little sister mentioned loving? I want to try it. (I know I could find it on your blog Jocelyn, but if you see this just tell me to make it easier).
-- Why does that creepy baby-cry-sounding cat like to be right outside my window all the time?
-- I hope Abe and Daisy really will turn the TV off when their half hour is up and all on their own start doing something quiet.
-- What will my baby be named if it is a girl? What if the name I am most loving of all everyone else in the world probably thinks, "weird"? How sad if they don't realize how CUTE it is!! I'm not saying it though, so who knows.
-- What if baby is a boy? I have no idea where in all our boxes Abe's baby stuff is or even what I have. Someone will have to bring me a baby boy outfit to the hospital.-- Why on my laptop do I always accidentally push "delete" when I mean to push "backspace." And why do I stare blankly at the screen for a few confused moments, as things I didn't mean to delete vanish, before I realize my mistake?
-- Being here at my parents and doing school stuff with my kids makes me miss being here at my parent's studying my own school stuff like I was long ago.
-- Funny how Mike bought this laptop for me as such a frivolous nice thing to keep me connected during these months, and now, in the twist of all twists, it has become my absolutely necessary companion for all of our homeschooling stuff. It was more fun when it was for frivolity.
-- Speaking of Jocelyn's nail polish, does anyone else have any make-up they adore? If so, please share. I am particularly in need of a blush to love.
-- I am in love with Clinique's color surge super shimmer eye shadow in "Strike it Rich." I am also quite fond of Loreal's little round HIP eyeshadow in "Flare." Orange is fun.
-- Why did Almay quit making my eye liner I love. Now what?
-- Being in this studio like apartment at my parents seems to cause my children to eat crackers on my bed every chance they get.
-- Ohh, why was I so so in love with that neighborhood where I found a house yesterday that will really probably not be our house, but can there be such another perfect neighborhood? Mike says something else good always comes along, but is he right?
-- Should we even buy a house right now?
-- I want to buy a house.
-- I want to buy my dream house with dream land, but that isn't maybe a really realistic goal. It would be fun if it was. I'll still have something wonderful. Quit being so selfish. Things look much less bleak than they did a month ago.
-- What the heck? I turned the monitor off so Goldie wouldn't hear Penny and wake up. Then I somehow assumed that meant Penny was back asleep. Bad mom. (OK, it has only been two minutes. Still).
-- I wish Mike could be here by early Saturday so we could have the weekend with him.
-- Funny how us two non phone people find ourselves so often on the phone when he is gone so long!
-- I almost wish I wouldn't have stopped that raccoon from getting my mom's just purchased bag of corn last night. He looked so hopeful.
-- Why was the corn on the back porch anyway?
-- Oh, probably because we were going to husk it there and forgot to eat it altogether.
-- Don't worry, Penny is on my lap now -- happily calling flowers "bobbies," and yelling, "Mommy!" in the most demanding of ways as she points for anything she wants.
-- I should write a post about homeschooling since enough people have asked about it. Don't worry yourselves. It is temporary. Maybe soon I'll have the energy to write about it.
-- I am so glad I seem to be mostly over whatever crummy allergy, head coldy, bronchitisy whatever I had.
-- I miss when naptime used to be my time. Now I generally save History or Science for a portion of that time. Oh I love their little History lessons though. Seriously the best part of homeschooling.
The thoughts continue, but now there is stuff to be done again. I just re-read these thoughts, and it is rather disappointing that there is nothing with a little more depth or insight fluttering out of my brain. What a pity. Well, I'm off.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Here is a picture of Penny with her great aunt Penny (who we named her after). My Aunt Penny, Uncle Brad and cousin Thatcher were up from CA this weekend. I am so glad Penny got to meet her namesake. My aunt Penny is . . . I'm not sure how to describe her . . . she almost has a magical quality about her. She has the ability to make you feel like the most interesting spectacular being in all of creation. She also has this way about her that makes you certain she understands something deeper about what you are ever thinking or going through than even you do and perhaps even knows a little something about how it will all work out.
Lastly, speaking of Penny being ready (or not ready) to be a big sister, here is a new pic of little new baby. Yes, that is a FOOT right up there by baby's face! And to think, he/she still has three more months of increasingly cramped conditions!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Me: You have an imaginary friend?
Goldie: Yah. I have three of them.
Goldie: Yah. The first one is my shadow. It's like creeping where I am. It's named Egg-Egg. Ummm, how about Eggy?
Me: Eggy is a good name.
Goldie: And the next one is Jam-Jam. It's a dog. It's not really like red. It's blue or brown -- actually brown, and it's big like Clifford.
Goldie: And another big one is named Stripey-Stripey because it has so much rainbow stripes. And that's all of 'em I've seen. . . . Oh and there's baby ones . . . but they're not big like Clifford . . . yet.
-----------A moment later-----------
Goldie: Mom, actually that one's name is Shadow. No, Shaddy. Well, that's its middle name. Actually, its last name.
Me: So it's Eggy Shaggy?
Goldie: No, Mom, Eggy Shaddy.
Me: Oh, Eggy Shaddy.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Perhaps it is with the same pull that compels one to dare themselves up the creaking slivered steps of a dark and, for reasons long forgotten, abandoned old house to peak in through the slats of a broken shutter; smell the odd, damp, musky odor; and jump at some unknown in the shadows.
Or, perhaps you have even lost that appeal and are looked upon instead with disappointment and a small sense of some loss as one might gaze upon the tattered, thistle and dyer's woad infested remains of what must have once been a well tended garden with pathways, stone benches, climbing roses and delicate small petaled flowers. One might wonder what had become of the clearly once beloved spot, why the stone bird bath now lay cracked on the ground, and who might have long ago sat in the shade of such a quiet and now sadly unappealing spot.
Worst of all, you may now go unnoticed entirely -- a small house that once had children and laughter with in your walls, a fire in the fire place, or a breeze blowing through spring print curtains; a rope swing in the backyard, a mother calling little ones in for bath time and a father hammering a nail in the wall to hang his wife's newly purchased painting. And now, forgotten; surrounded by large buildings, paint faded, left by your loving occupants and viewed simply as a cheap and temporary place to live by your present ones.
Poor poor blog, how could I have dealt with you thusly?
You know I could have only written something this kooky late at night as I pine for my far off husband and should be getting some sleep. All is well and we are well. Far from settled and quite in limbo, but still quite well. Someday soon I will reenter the entertaining world of blogdom.