"Um, yeah, hi. My wife just ran over a boulder..." That was the beginning of Jesse's conversation with the Sears guy yesterday.
It was true. So very, very true. I went running at Lake Fayetteville after inhaling way too much Walgreen's 50% off Easter candy (1 chocolate covered marshmallow egg, 1 caramel cadbury egg, and an entire 5-pack of Vanilla Creme filled hershey's kisses...[which by the way, were the best of the three entrees, and i should have just been happy with those alone],not to mention all the mini cadbury eggs I'd had before even leaving home. the old fashioned chocolatey, canned milk tasting ones. I really really like them. Confession time is over now.) And when I got done I had about 15 minutes to get the car back to Jesse so he could get to class on time. So, as I was backing out of a parking lot, I didn't look over my shoulder. For the boulder. The air literally hissed out of my tire immediately and I could pull neither forward nor backward. This is starting to sound very dr seussian...
Our friend Steve went all the way from Springdale to pick up Jesse in Fayetteville and bring him to me. And then Jesse changed the tire without a single reprimand or complaint. I showed Anderson the daffodils. I wished for an upclose picture of his hands reaching out for them. I know he just does that to everything right now, no matter if its my chin, a cup of coffee, or the cell phone (especially the cell phone)--he isn't selective, he just wants it and then he just wants to taste it.
Spring is gorgeous here. Today we took the jogging stroller outside for the first time, he and I. It was very windy and I had to jog backwards some, so as not to blast him. He promptly fell asleep and missed all the scenery, but again, I wished for a camera. Overhead snowballs that will soon become "Just Trees" and tons and tons of Forsythia, Hydrangea, and Daffodils of course... I noticed mostly purple and yellow and wondered if there's something significant or scientific about those two colors being the most prominent ones of our Arkansas Spring. Is it the same everywhere else? It made me think of Gold and Purple and how they point to Royalty, the message of Easter, the message of a King.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
those links
how sad that apparently you can't create a link to youtube videos in these blogs. The best I can do is tell you they were all videos by this very funny Christian Owen-Wilson looking character named Stephen Hawkins. You should totally watch them, as my last blog was very much an excuse to introduce you to them. Just cut and paste these into the YouTube search box:
Stephen Hawkins Homeschool Family
Stephen Hawkins I Don't Drink Beer
Stephen Hawkins Cletus Take the Reel
Josh, I especially feel you'll appreciate Cletus Take the Reel.
Stephen Hawkins Homeschool Family
Stephen Hawkins I Don't Drink Beer
Stephen Hawkins Cletus Take the Reel
Josh, I especially feel you'll appreciate Cletus Take the Reel.
Friday, March 14, 2008
I disabled the paragraph function on this blog. You will now be subjected to how things actually sound in my head.
What exactly is the point of a blog? A card catalog comes to mind. This antiquated piece of furniture with a million cards with a million headings all leading to different chapters of information contained in one building. "We read in order to find we are not alone."-C. S. Lewis
It was in red, laminated letters above the chalk board at the front of the room in my favorite high school English teacher's class. So simple, so true. I think my blogs are more like the back issues of my brain--things I should maybe throw away but might want to look at again someday, or better yet, someone else might! Probably this metaphor springs from my friend Beth's idea of having a magazine swap. I think it's a lovely idea, as we are needing to downsize considerably. Magazines, books, and dishes are the two things we seem to allow ourselves to accumulate incessantly. There would be room for neither in the home we are considering moving to for a year. It is a community-living situation which would be amazing in some aspects--its out in the country, on a farm, basically. Goats, cows, horses, doggies--you name the See & Say Character, it will probably answer you with its respective sound. It isn't by any means decided upon, just something we need everyone to pray for the right thing to happen for all involved. Wow. I'm becoming more and more like my husband every day. I just got really annoyed at him the other day for breaking this news to Josh & Meghan first thing after they got here. I explained how I felt it made things that were a really big deal seem a little anti-climactic for me and he explained how he just really hates drama. So I get it. And apparently, it's getting me...
I went for a jog today. I piece together blogs in my head on most jogs and thought I should rename my blog "Blog & Jog." Jogging is the one time of my day I get away from (usually) everyone and can "think a thought" as my friend Beth would say. Anne made it possible for me to go. I called her up out of the blue and asked if I could drop off Anderson while I ran (she's usually my running buddy, so she knows how much i love/need it). I came back to her holding him on her hip and talking on the phone--he as calm as a duck on a pond. I was going to say as calm as a pond. But I really didn't want to compare my baby to a pond. Anyway, she takes me into the living room and showed me how she entertained him the whole time--she had put a fuzzy blanket down and draped four of her pretty scarves onto the blades of the ceiling fan and turned it on. I wanted so badly to take a picture, as it would illustrate nicely the kind of girl she is. These were nice scarves, probably some of her favorites. Anne is like this hidden jewel of a person who I'd never expect to find in Fayetteville--just not stereotypical in any way, is what I mean. I often wonder how I am so lucky to know the people I know--it's like God just hits the stumbleupon button in their lives and they get http://www.christineneedsafriend.org/ NOT a real website there, at least I'm not clicking on it! Anyway, I do have a plethora of gorgeous, intelligent, GIVING friends and often I wonder what I could possibly do to bless them. This actually brings up another subject that I started thinking about again...Beauty School. If I went to the one in West Siloam, it would actually be called Beauty College. I can't wait to post a picture of the sign. It conveys so much more than I could with words. Although I guess it consists of words. Anyway. Before I thought about the Mary Kay thing, I thought the one way to keep in contact with lots of different types of people would be to cut their hair. Everyone talks to their hairstylist, whether they're friends or not. How much cooler if you were friends already? Plus its something you could do practically in your house. I think technically you need a little building that can get inspected or something. But that would totally be something to do with a baby or even a little family of homeschooled children. (Plus, I'm already dying to cut my hair again, and it would probably be good if I learned the tricks of cutting it without it growing back in two weeks. Anyway. So, as I was saying, I went on a jog today. So pretty. Chirps and squirrels and everything budding. It looked like English Countryside, maybe. All dark green grass and foggy. My husband says there's no such thing as English Countryside. "That's Ireland," he says. I observed several people are celebrating St. Patrick's Day with little door hangings, lawn rocks, etc...I didn't know anyone really celebrated it any other way than drinking beer. And so I don't celebrate it, because I Don't Drink Beer. Catalina and Lay and me and Jesse are gonna go fishing someday . That's all. It's Friday!!! It's Sunny!!! And there's a couch in our front yard. I should at least push it to the back yard, maybe? I got an idea while in the shower earlier...you know how there's a freecycle? I was thinking there should be a 'favor-trade' website. Like, I could get someone to watch Anderson and then in return, I could clean their microwave or something. I'm really good at cleaning microwaves, and I know nobody really likes that job. I guess it's something you'd only do with friends, though, so maybe it could be a private website in which you had to have an invitation to join. And maybe that stuff is supposed to be a little more organic and spontaneous, not like going shopping? Any thoughts?
It was in red, laminated letters above the chalk board at the front of the room in my favorite high school English teacher's class. So simple, so true. I think my blogs are more like the back issues of my brain--things I should maybe throw away but might want to look at again someday, or better yet, someone else might! Probably this metaphor springs from my friend Beth's idea of having a magazine swap. I think it's a lovely idea, as we are needing to downsize considerably. Magazines, books, and dishes are the two things we seem to allow ourselves to accumulate incessantly. There would be room for neither in the home we are considering moving to for a year. It is a community-living situation which would be amazing in some aspects--its out in the country, on a farm, basically. Goats, cows, horses, doggies--you name the See & Say Character, it will probably answer you with its respective sound. It isn't by any means decided upon, just something we need everyone to pray for the right thing to happen for all involved. Wow. I'm becoming more and more like my husband every day. I just got really annoyed at him the other day for breaking this news to Josh & Meghan first thing after they got here. I explained how I felt it made things that were a really big deal seem a little anti-climactic for me and he explained how he just really hates drama. So I get it. And apparently, it's getting me...
I went for a jog today. I piece together blogs in my head on most jogs and thought I should rename my blog "Blog & Jog." Jogging is the one time of my day I get away from (usually) everyone and can "think a thought" as my friend Beth would say. Anne made it possible for me to go. I called her up out of the blue and asked if I could drop off Anderson while I ran (she's usually my running buddy, so she knows how much i love/need it). I came back to her holding him on her hip and talking on the phone--he as calm as a duck on a pond. I was going to say as calm as a pond. But I really didn't want to compare my baby to a pond. Anyway, she takes me into the living room and showed me how she entertained him the whole time--she had put a fuzzy blanket down and draped four of her pretty scarves onto the blades of the ceiling fan and turned it on. I wanted so badly to take a picture, as it would illustrate nicely the kind of girl she is. These were nice scarves, probably some of her favorites. Anne is like this hidden jewel of a person who I'd never expect to find in Fayetteville--just not stereotypical in any way, is what I mean. I often wonder how I am so lucky to know the people I know--it's like God just hits the stumbleupon button in their lives and they get http://www.christineneedsafriend.org/ NOT a real website there, at least I'm not clicking on it! Anyway, I do have a plethora of gorgeous, intelligent, GIVING friends and often I wonder what I could possibly do to bless them. This actually brings up another subject that I started thinking about again...Beauty School. If I went to the one in West Siloam, it would actually be called Beauty College. I can't wait to post a picture of the sign. It conveys so much more than I could with words. Although I guess it consists of words. Anyway. Before I thought about the Mary Kay thing, I thought the one way to keep in contact with lots of different types of people would be to cut their hair. Everyone talks to their hairstylist, whether they're friends or not. How much cooler if you were friends already? Plus its something you could do practically in your house. I think technically you need a little building that can get inspected or something. But that would totally be something to do with a baby or even a little family of homeschooled children. (Plus, I'm already dying to cut my hair again, and it would probably be good if I learned the tricks of cutting it without it growing back in two weeks. Anyway. So, as I was saying, I went on a jog today. So pretty. Chirps and squirrels and everything budding. It looked like English Countryside, maybe. All dark green grass and foggy. My husband says there's no such thing as English Countryside. "That's Ireland," he says. I observed several people are celebrating St. Patrick's Day with little door hangings, lawn rocks, etc...I didn't know anyone really celebrated it any other way than drinking beer. And so I don't celebrate it, because I Don't Drink Beer. Catalina and Lay and me and Jesse are gonna go fishing someday . That's all. It's Friday!!! It's Sunny!!! And there's a couch in our front yard. I should at least push it to the back yard, maybe? I got an idea while in the shower earlier...you know how there's a freecycle? I was thinking there should be a 'favor-trade' website. Like, I could get someone to watch Anderson and then in return, I could clean their microwave or something. I'm really good at cleaning microwaves, and I know nobody really likes that job. I guess it's something you'd only do with friends, though, so maybe it could be a private website in which you had to have an invitation to join. And maybe that stuff is supposed to be a little more organic and spontaneous, not like going shopping? Any thoughts?
Monday, March 3, 2008
Meghan Walton Rocks
She made Jesse's Birthday (cup)Cake... And then I ate most of it. It was throwing itself at me! Isn't it pretty though? She has really really good taste, in my opinion. We even like the same ballet flats at wal-mart.
She made Jesse's Birthday (cup)Cake... And then I ate most of it. It was throwing itself at me! Isn't it pretty though? She has really really good taste, in my opinion. We even like the same ballet flats at wal-mart.
Foiled by lack of aluminum muffin pan
I'm not sure what this blog is about. I've been away so long, you'd think I'd come back with a bit more substantial of a post. What's more substantial than breakfast, though? I think the technical answer is 'every other meal thereafter.' Whatever. You get this because I have pictures that go with it. Because I am a dork and like to chronicle my cooking mishaps (via the digital camera from Meghan!) to show my husband when he gets home. Actually, it's worse than that. I just like taking pictures of food. Jesse usually makes it look so pretty, it feels like a present. 
So I take a picture of my present before I eat it. In this case, I was taking a picture of the present I made for him. So I started this new thing where I cook all I need to cook for the week all at once. Probably the thing that wouldn't work for most people about it is we don't mind eating basically the same thing all the time. For dinner, I just cook the tube o' ground turkey with some onions and a taco seasoning packet and we eat it with spinach and baked doritos and whatever else we have to make 'Taco Salad.' For lunch, I make the tuna salad ahead and peel the carrots and cut up the broccolli. This week, I made semi-hummus for the vegetable dip instead of ranch. It's basically all the same stuff in hummus only with yogurt instead of the tahini, making it low-fat. Oh my gosh, I'm already annoying myself by talking about food this long. I just really wanted to make fun of myself. Breakfast. Last week we had Baked Oatmeal Mini Muffins and Quiche Mini Muffins. This week I made the Oatmeal ones all precisely and they turned out great. I spent all this time measuring exactly 1 tsp. of sausage into those little silicone muffin cups
and then 1/8 cup of egg mixture and 1 little chunk of ff cream cheese and upon trying to place it on a rack, it sloshed all over itself like drunkgirl. Or like drunkgirl were making it.
So, after that happened, I did a little stompy dance in the kitchen and figured I sortof deserved it for being so concerned with the little egg muffins. Then I poured it all into a pyrex pie pan and it turned out to be a perfectly pretty quiche. Yay. I just really like making things into mini versions of themselves. Bites. I think it's because I tell myself I'll just have a bite of something and that's it. I do like all the various "Bites" there are out there. Chick fil A chickn minis are an amazing example. And we're back to breakfast. "What about Second Breakfast? And Elevensies?" "I don't think he knows about Second Breakfast, Pip."
So I take a picture of my present before I eat it. In this case, I was taking a picture of the present I made for him. So I started this new thing where I cook all I need to cook for the week all at once. Probably the thing that wouldn't work for most people about it is we don't mind eating basically the same thing all the time. For dinner, I just cook the tube o' ground turkey with some onions and a taco seasoning packet and we eat it with spinach and baked doritos and whatever else we have to make 'Taco Salad.' For lunch, I make the tuna salad ahead and peel the carrots and cut up the broccolli. This week, I made semi-hummus for the vegetable dip instead of ranch. It's basically all the same stuff in hummus only with yogurt instead of the tahini, making it low-fat. Oh my gosh, I'm already annoying myself by talking about food this long. I just really wanted to make fun of myself. Breakfast. Last week we had Baked Oatmeal Mini Muffins and Quiche Mini Muffins. This week I made the Oatmeal ones all precisely and they turned out great. I spent all this time measuring exactly 1 tsp. of sausage into those little silicone muffin cups
and then 1/8 cup of egg mixture and 1 little chunk of ff cream cheese and upon trying to place it on a rack, it sloshed all over itself like drunkgirl. Or like drunkgirl were making it. So, after that happened, I did a little stompy dance in the kitchen and figured I sortof deserved it for being so concerned with the little egg muffins. Then I poured it all into a pyrex pie pan and it turned out to be a perfectly pretty quiche. Yay. I just really like making things into mini versions of themselves. Bites. I think it's because I tell myself I'll just have a bite of something and that's it. I do like all the various "Bites" there are out there. Chick fil A chickn minis are an amazing example. And we're back to breakfast. "What about Second Breakfast? And Elevensies?" "I don't think he knows about Second Breakfast, Pip."
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