Nannies for everyone!!!

I may be the eternal optimist, okay I am. But to have grandpa willing not to just father me (I've missed him), but also be in charge of bedtime stories and letting me RELAX!!! Okay, I'm cleaning out closets and rearranging all the clothes in dressers...but I'm calm.

Doesn't hurt that the weather is as fine as I can remember throughout all the springtimes I've lived here. Usually, the snow is not gone until late April, or May, sometimes June. I'm not lying! Living in North Dakota is pure torture most of the time.

But today, except for the wind...absolutely delightful.

A happily spent day

Began with baked apple something, with crumbs. Delish-us! Then, church. I sure hope everyone spends their Sundays at least TRYING to attend a nearby church. Ours is famous. Legendary, built of heroes, you betcha!

Sermon was all about friendships, and went further to mention the sacramental nature of such. I do love sacraments, and have never been so grateful.

Sneak Peak

Hi, hopefully I catch you in a rare not-hanging-out-with-friend moment. I was planning to post a few links on the Momvo blog tomorrow, and was wondering if this would fly, or if it's not appropriate.

"Rebecca Woolf explains T-shaped uteruses (while someone tries to kiss her in the comments), and the startling side-effects of IUD implantation. Who knew?!!"

I'd be happy to leave the kissing part out of it, I thought it was funny though. But mostly, your description of getting an IUD was the best (and only) description I've ever heard.

Jessica

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Of course! Link away!

Xx
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Nostalgia, Inc.

Get your own Poladroids here, then tell Dana
how cool she is for spreading the click-whurr love.

Lucky me!

Not only is today my oldest daughter's birthday, I can look back over the ten years we've spent raising her and know I wouldn't change a thing. From the time she initiated her Daddy into fatherhood by shooting hot yellow mustard all over his face and white Calvin Klein sleepshirt, his patient understanding of my wish to get a camera (now I have two!), as he blindly felt his way to the shower in St. John's Block...great beginnings don't always ensure a great ending.

All of the in-between parts take work, and they take sacrifice. You can look as far ahead as you like, envisioning the best dreamworld possible. It's the focusing on the dream everyday though, that tests your mettle and produces results. I'm not bragging, okay maybe I am. And when you see what I found at TJ Maxx yesterday, I'm totally bragging.

But this is about my daughter, who has enriched my life more than I ever knew could be possible. All you parents out there know exactly what I'm talking about, life just isn't the same once you discover the reason for living. Great friends are only second to a satisfying family life. As luck would have it, and as an old friend did say, one of the best ways to meet people is through the action of family.

Actually, he said it was through your children, I'm just taking it one step further. If it weren't for Jackie and her fine art classes, we would never have known Caprice who lives two blocks away. And speaking of making this girl's dreams come true, I've been admiring her gardening since the moment I saw her flowers!


How many species can a homeschooled child ponder?!!

But quickly, TJ Maxx...and then off to a movie (thanks dollar theater, thanks Nim's island). Can you believe I found this watch, it's identical to my husband's. Love the domed glass, don't you?

But this bag, so unexpected! Lacoste at TJ Maxx, doesn't it look high-end? As beautiful as my navy-rimmed Vera Wang stationery ($7.99!) CK says I should bring it on the yacht, which of course we don't have (it's so expensive!) And I asked, when you say "yacht" is it the bag itself that brings yachts to mind...or do you actually envision us on one?

It was the latter. Eerie!

Schoolhouse Rap

Well, of course I attended Thursday's talent show, all three of my kids were in it (we have the free kids meals from Boston's to prove it). Lauren really impressed me, she had her Fairy Song all memorized, but she prefaced her song with a story.

"You all know Peter Pan...." she begins.

I kind of think she acts like me, in a way.

And then Taylor, who was petrified since the day after she committed her talent to paper. "It's okay," I told her, "you don't have to perform." Secretly, I was disappointed, because when she sings "Twinkle, Twinkle" she makes up her own music. So what if she belts it like Britney or Hannah, it's the same soul that I noticed, my sparkly girl she's a star.

Even cuter is when she insists the lyrics are, "just like a diamond in the sky".

After two violinists, a pre-teen girl sang an accompany to a CD. Taylor scoots over to me and whispers, "Mommy, I need you to go home and get me a CD."

"You don't need a CD," I assured her. To further help matters, three more young girls stood up between the gymnast, the rapper, and the cellist...every one singing "Twinkle, Twinkle." Should I worry that public schools don't seem to be teaching more nursery rhymes? Probably.


Her stage persona was hiding though, her voice safely
a whisper.

And then Colton, his plan was to do gymnastics once he read the idea on the sign up sheet. Then later, he thought he might do magic, since I brought him home a deck of cards from the dollar store. My boy lives in the moment, so during the car ride to the library he decided he was going to do a "secret act". And you better believe it, I was surprised!

My face turned beet red, much darker than tomato, I so should've known my boy better. He took the "splits" idea from Mary's act (it had brought oohs and ahhs), if only he'd thought to bring a hula hoop, like she did.

The wave-your-arms-frantically threw us all off balance, then swish, the final surprise!


However, the rapper (not my child) was the act I was most looking forward to. What better way to get straight to the heart of a modern child, than to have him or her write a rap (also known as a spoken poem).

Guess Maxine's right, today's media really does shape our children's goals. Any moguls out there interested in revising your ten year plans, I'd be happy to bet the social security of your grandchildren.

Ahoy!

Crisp bills

One of the many delightful habits I gleaned from my husband is his preference for crisp bills over crumpled ones. "Do you have any with wrinkles, any with those annoying folds through the middle," he'll ask in the DQ drive-thru. "Ooh, hold onto that one, it looks freshly minted!"

You'd be surprised how you begin to look at money when the number in the corner is the least of your priorities. And the guilt you feel when passing off a dingy dollar on an unsuspecting recipient--worth ten Hail Mary's in my book.

Like all symbols of trade, be it beads, antiques, or what have you--the currency we use in our transactions speaks volumes about our intentions. I'm just glad I married somebody with the highest of standards, reflects well on me and I just stand beside him!

So at the YMCA last Tuesday, I took it sort of personal when garage-sale-girl didn't have change for my dollar. My third try at the vending machine, fresh out of my endless supply of quarters (I wish). I looked around, what were my options? I'd already overextended garage-sale-girl one week prior, she ran out to her car to grab me a diaper. Which, turns out, it was somebody else's baby I'd been smelling.

(Though the very next week I thanked God that I had it. Pampers, so much better quality than our generics from Target.)

How do I explain Amazon girl--large like many farm-bred women 'round here, but she definitely grew up in the city (our humble one). Outspoken, overly bold, crassly talking too loud about getting sloshed at the bar, night before. Her daughter, still one, a little jabberbox in the most adorable way, can't understand a darn word she's saying--too cute!

So when my dollar doesn't produce the goods at last Tuesday's vending machine, and GSG and Amazon both claim to be out of replacements, I say "No problem", and head straight to the front desk for four quarters. (Girl was sort of rude, causing a whole coin to jump out of my hand and land on the counter. Once she picked it up, she seemed much politer.)

It's two days later now, at the Y, and my dollar is the worst wear I've seen in forever. Not only has it been laundered at least twice (and I'm not talking dry cleaning) an entire edge is missing, the right-hand corner's ripped off!

Amazon must've known this would happen, me and my dollars. Before I could ask, she goes, "Here, use mine."

Are you sure you want this? I dangled it before her. She shrugged as if it made absolutely no difference.

Trade made, I settled down with my microwave popcorn, all-popped, some peanut butter M&Ms, and a cold Dr. Pepper.

GSG walks over, who I've kind of been ignoring, not about the dollar, or the diaper, just something told me she's annoying. She says, "There's something about popcorn that draws everybody in, isn't there?" I smile and nod, just glad to have finally found a seat at the Y that didn't drive me crazy.

I'm chatting with GSG about why I came to North Dakota, PhDs, and getting slightly offended (working girls!)...when my pop spills all over my popcorn. Takes me about three minutes to track down some towels, during which GSG joins Amazon's conversation about Sex in the City.

GSG has no problem being prude, though she didn't exactly call herself a Charlotte. "I've been watching the reruns on tv," she shares. "I get that Samantha has to be a certain character, but we'd still get the picture without having to see all those graphics." (I imagine she'd be a big fan of radio.)

Amazon pauses, but GSG isn't fazed. She continues to make her point, unapologetic. Then she asks Amazon, "Which one do you think you're most like?"

Snorting, "Um, hmm...I guess...oh, I'm probably a Samantha, when I was in high school I used to..."

I interrupt quite well-timedly, "Are you sure you're not Carrie?" She looks open to the idea. "I think you're a Carrie," I repeat to myself, gathering wet napkins and heading for the garbage.

Amazon suddenly changes her answer (wow, so gullible!) "I'm more of a Carrie, yeah I guess, because..."

She doesn't even have the words to follow "because" and leaves it open (such faith!) I walk past, admiring her long hair which extends to mid-back, "because you're smart like she is," I say as I pass her, loud enough for her to hear, but behind other people's mumbling.

She's now Carrie, a lifetime of whoredom nearly passed onto her daughter, perhaps she'll find she's a writer. Her conversation with mail lady's friend becomes much calmer, a new note of authority and self-respect in her stories. Maybe she won't be at the bar the following weekend, maybe she has some things to think about differently.

I won't be back to find out. My three pollywogs almost all graduated (2 guppies, one still a pollywog)...and those damn vending machines, insulting MY dollar. Maybe next fall, when we return for our lessons, enough time to forget, enough time to begin anew.

Hannah's Song

Takes deep breath…

And speaking of horses

I've been looking for this article from Prairie Country-Community, since, why it was the second to last day of May. It was written on Haflinger horses, they are said to have a "mighty good personality." Not only that, but they are obedient and very smart.

When my husband (or someone, perhaps it was karma) made my saved article disappear into thin air (it is too possible), I was seriously heartbroken. I don't get that way very often in case you're feelin' the villain energy, only my husband (and now, horses) can really break my heart.

I figured, I kind of remembered the name, sorta thought I could recognize it if I did some research, "smart, obedient horses from Warren, Minnesota." Maybe fate would have it in for me, and some horse would come lookin' for me. I've heard that can happen...but with those wire fences and all.

Well, to keep this story short (exactly how I like 'em), "no not miniature horses, stay away!" "I'll see you at the County Fair!" "Yes you can wait 'til July."

I found my story, thank you Grand Forks Herald online (right on the front page)!

'Cause I know you've been wondering

My $8 necklace, and the bracelets to match.

Urban lore

Another day at the waterpark

Yes, it's Thursday.

Do I look older?

Well, now that you mention it, you do seem to be growing more mature. Your face is changing, that's for sure, and compared to the little guy behind you, you're leagues ahead.

And when you add this little oompah into the calculation, I guess I have to admit, my girl, you're getting up there.

Okay, there's no denying it. Not even six yet, the telltale signs are impossible to ignore.

We're very proud of you!

Just promise me one thing, baby. Promise me, no matter how much older you and I both get...promise me...

...it won't fly by too fast.