Thursday, May 15, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
I had a very strange dream
Before falling to sleep, I felt myself psychic. I have that connection sometimes, when people are open, I can read them across the miles. A special scan of your heart, your life, your soul...I could see it this time. It was twisted.
In a knot, I mean, which surprised me.
I tried to tell you last night that your "seeing of me" was really your seeing of you. Aren't you happy? We love in a mirror, we love in another our embrace of ourselves, here I'll show you. Love is a choice, it's as simple as that, the rest we imagine.
Believe me, I've been there, stumbled and fallen...now standing.
You mentioned to me in our psychic exchange, I can't say what. I answered to you, life is now, life is here, don't you see that? Brand new to my home, my roots all spread thin...did you not know me? Yours were still deep, all built right in, that you showed me.
That's all I can say, where our runways left off, and I'm sorry. I bet my life on this town, spread my wings and I flew, now I'm soaring. I've got these gifts to now share, that is all and that's it, may I see yours. Meet me somewhere and I'll polish your mirror into golden, I promise.
In a knot, I mean, which surprised me.
I tried to tell you last night that your "seeing of me" was really your seeing of you. Aren't you happy? We love in a mirror, we love in another our embrace of ourselves, here I'll show you. Love is a choice, it's as simple as that, the rest we imagine.
Believe me, I've been there, stumbled and fallen...now standing.
You mentioned to me in our psychic exchange, I can't say what. I answered to you, life is now, life is here, don't you see that? Brand new to my home, my roots all spread thin...did you not know me? Yours were still deep, all built right in, that you showed me.
That's all I can say, where our runways left off, and I'm sorry. I bet my life on this town, spread my wings and I flew, now I'm soaring. I've got these gifts to now share, that is all and that's it, may I see yours. Meet me somewhere and I'll polish your mirror into golden, I promise.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Last Wednesday
No, we were not going there...(jeesh!)
Jesse's Surprise at just $12/lb,they're so worth it (light, please)! And yes, in the pink box.
Mint Meltaways (I'll take dark), dipped Oreos (for the kiddos).
Grand Forks, you're the best!
Friday, April 18, 2008
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Got Juice?
It's become a tradition to bring JELL-O Beans to Easter dinner. Simple, fun, and always made with juice.
1-1/4 cups boiling water or juice (do not add cold water.)
1 pkg. (8-serving size) JELL-O, any flavor
Stir for at least 3 minutes (!!)
30 minutes in the fridge and bing-o!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
You should never capitalize the seasons
I don't know why, they are holy quarters as far as I'm concerned, proper nouns at the very least. I love good timing, being in tune, I guess you could say it's my lifeblood. For example, my oldest daughter was born on my half-birthday, now isn't that magical?
Summer solstice, hers, winter solstice, mine. Maddie came on the equinox, fall before last. She was my best birth so far, uninduced, all natural. On the very last day of the light.
It's almost springtime. And I hate to say it again, but I mean that quite literally. Riddles aside, no, just kidding. It's almost springtime, take that how you will, now March!
Summer solstice, hers, winter solstice, mine. Maddie came on the equinox, fall before last. She was my best birth so far, uninduced, all natural. On the very last day of the light.
It's almost springtime. And I hate to say it again, but I mean that quite literally. Riddles aside, no, just kidding. It's almost springtime, take that how you will, now March!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Big Fruit
We love Uncle Jay and his taste for the eclectic. So of course, when we saw this humongous apple at TJ Heaven, we had to get it.
Happy 4-6, my friend!
Happy 4-6, my friend!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
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.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Ready to move on
Last year I pounced on the end-of-Christmas, cleaning up every last remnant one day post-New Year's. I was ready to dive into 2007, a 3-month-old on my hip (not sitting quite yet) and much to get back into order. The only mistake I recall from that year (looking back) was interrupting our family with a pooch. We survived, and adjusted, and we continue to adapt.
He's a sweet dog, shame on me for having hard-feelings for a pup. My hands are just fuller, standards of clean somewhat lower, and those days before he arrived crystal clear. Everything happens for a reason, I guess (even those bouts of insanity).
I'm aiming for another good one, haven't you come to expect it? It took a bitter cold, nasty, hell-has-froze-over day like today to get me started. I even skipped open gym (can you imagine?!) Christmas 2008 is going to be the best Christmas ever, I already know it! I learned well that too many toys takes away from our enjoyment. Last year found me scurrying in and out of stores last minute, do we have enough, do we have enough, was my concern. This year we kept it simple.
Our collection of SpongeBob Legos is growing, and if memory serves me right, that's about it.
He's a sweet dog, shame on me for having hard-feelings for a pup. My hands are just fuller, standards of clean somewhat lower, and those days before he arrived crystal clear. Everything happens for a reason, I guess (even those bouts of insanity).
I'm aiming for another good one, haven't you come to expect it? It took a bitter cold, nasty, hell-has-froze-over day like today to get me started. I even skipped open gym (can you imagine?!) Christmas 2008 is going to be the best Christmas ever, I already know it! I learned well that too many toys takes away from our enjoyment. Last year found me scurrying in and out of stores last minute, do we have enough, do we have enough, was my concern. This year we kept it simple.
Our collection of SpongeBob Legos is growing, and if memory serves me right, that's about it.
A couple of educational games nabbed for Lauren, GameBoy this and Playstation that, oh, and aside from Santa's delights there were the robes.
All packed up, this time I did it right. My favorite store, Target, thrilled me with their selection of boxes, every ornament in its place. Boys box, girls box, Mom and Dad's special box. What fun we'll have, see you there!
CHRISTMAS 2008, or bust!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Win a house!
Our children are balanced in their demeanors and their souls radiate confidence. "That's how kids are supposed to be," our friends admire. Having mothered all three and learned the craft well, our approach is unconventional, though our philosophy's straightforward, "Believe in your best life."
We will homeschool our children to make all dreams possible---our tribe by our side, our children's dignity intact, and the freedom to decide exactly how we'll be enriched. To own acres of land would mean an ecosystem to indulge in, with creatures to investigate, new terrain to navigate, and nature's rhythms to weave into our own.
Tennessee's mild climate inspires plots for an "edible schoolyard" garden, its only assignment being, to awaken a taste for the earth. Young rangers riding shotgun with Daddy, shaping the grounds on his lawnmower; blackberry-stained fingers helping Momma crimp the pie crust, breakfast made special by serving it warmed.
Excursions into town, sights set on Dairy Queen, spirited Bluegrass beckoning us to its festival; someday, adolescent views tested before a crackling firepit, their voices a comfort as our newborn falls to sleep.
At ages five, three, and one, our children's memories are just being created and our rituals continue to evolve. But one thing is certain---we're prepared to succeed upon this foundation---my husband's woodshop a-buzzin', his meticulous eye and brilliant hands building craftsmanship into his furniture..., and me right beside him, a set of tools of my own, building a legacy of lives well-lived.
We will homeschool our children to make all dreams possible---our tribe by our side, our children's dignity intact, and the freedom to decide exactly how we'll be enriched. To own acres of land would mean an ecosystem to indulge in, with creatures to investigate, new terrain to navigate, and nature's rhythms to weave into our own.
Tennessee's mild climate inspires plots for an "edible schoolyard" garden, its only assignment being, to awaken a taste for the earth. Young rangers riding shotgun with Daddy, shaping the grounds on his lawnmower; blackberry-stained fingers helping Momma crimp the pie crust, breakfast made special by serving it warmed.
Excursions into town, sights set on Dairy Queen, spirited Bluegrass beckoning us to its festival; someday, adolescent views tested before a crackling firepit, their voices a comfort as our newborn falls to sleep.
At ages five, three, and one, our children's memories are just being created and our rituals continue to evolve. But one thing is certain---we're prepared to succeed upon this foundation---my husband's woodshop a-buzzin', his meticulous eye and brilliant hands building craftsmanship into his furniture..., and me right beside him, a set of tools of my own, building a legacy of lives well-lived.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Reading
Empires of the Word: A Language History of the World,
Nicholas Ostler
Experiences in Visual Thinking, Robert H. McKim
S. I. Hawakaya
Language in Thought and Action
Symbol, Status, and Personality
The basic writings of Sigmund Freud:
Contents: Psychopathology of everyday life.--The interpretation of dreams.--Three contributions to the theory of sex.--Wit and its relation to the unconscious.--Totem and taboo.--The history of the psychoanalytic movement.
Nicholas Ostler
Experiences in Visual Thinking, Robert H. McKim
S. I. Hawakaya
Language in Thought and Action
Symbol, Status, and Personality
The basic writings of Sigmund Freud:
Contents: Psychopathology of everyday life.--The interpretation of dreams.--Three contributions to the theory of sex.--Wit and its relation to the unconscious.--Totem and taboo.--The history of the psychoanalytic movement.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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