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March 29, 2006
Arise and Call Me Blessed
Let's add one more to the file tonight, this time Czarina.
At supper tonight, she asked me, in her sweet little girl voice, "Mom- are you a servant?"
I am ever the opportunist when it comes to teaching my children. I perk up when I am presented with an opportunity to instruct my daughter, who will hopefully one day be a little Christian wifey and mummy herself.
"Yes, sweetheart, I am. I love my family, and want to serve them and take care of them. God wants us to be servants to each other."
"Oh good," she replies, holding up her empty glass. "I need some more tea, servant."
Guess I had that one coming.
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Imogen Heap
I'm not a lyric poster. But I'm making an exception for this little lady and her song, Hide and Seek. This song rips me up. Love. It. It's a cappella- and totally haunting. If it didn't make me want to jump off a bridge, I'd listen to it more often. (but in a good way- if there is one.)
Try to listen to this one, if you can.
Hide and Seek
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just began to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
MORE...
Continue reading "Imogen Heap"
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More Adhesives?
It's in moments like these that I am most grateful for the eyes in the back of the head that come along with motherhood. I just spotted HeroBoy with a tube of KrazyGlue in his hands.
*shudder
Who knows what crisis we averted with that one!
And now WonderGirl would like her five o'clock toddy, please.
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Never A Dull Moment
"Come here and see, Mom!" calls HeroBoy enthusiastically from the other room.
My spidey sense kicks in, and I know trouble has been rendered this day. Steeling myself against the possibilities, I walk into my bedroom. There I find HeroBoy standing in front of a previously blank wall, now filled with family photographs, a collage of smiling faces beaming at me. And every one of them pasted on with toothpaste.
Well, at least the room is minty fresh now.
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March 28, 2006
Living in Pictures
The Duke, in all his bathing glory, just a few days ago.
Continue reading "Living in Pictures"
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March 27, 2006
I Confess
I've given up on cleaning. I mean, what's the point, right? We're moving in two months. Who cares if there's dust on the shelves? And clothes stuffed into dresser drawers? And dishes in the sink?
*sigh*
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March 23, 2006
Taco Night Gone to Waste
No Survivor tonight? Wha? Who the?
Grr.
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From the Library
Continuing my fascination with lists, I present to you "The Results of a Quick Trip to the Library":
"Once" Written and illustrated by Scott Rogers
"Mrs. Spitzer's Garden" by Edith Pattou.
"Sweep Dreams" by Nancy Willard.
"The Incredible Shrinking Teacher" by Lisa Passen.
"The New Gothic" edited by everybody under the sun.
"Homage to Robert Frost" by Brodsky, Heaney, and Walcott.
"Dangerous Men and Adventurous Women: Romance Writers on the Appeal of the Romance" edited by Jayne Ann Krentz. (I don't know why I picked this one up, in particular. Interesting though.)
Stay tuned for my grocery list. Exciting stuff there.
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Sunshiney
Good morning, lovelies. How are you all today? Up with the sun? Ready to face the day? Yeah, me too. Thanks to my favorite bean in the world! *little skippy caffeine dance* Nah, that's not all. Several things are contributing to my good mood this morning.
So I'll make a little listy-loo the way I do.
Ten Things I'm Happy About Today:
1. I finished reading a book I'd been hemhawing around with.
2. All the dishes are put away. At 8 AM.
3. Thursday is one tiny day away from Friday, which is always a good thing.
4. Great episode of Lost last night.
5. A midmorning jog in a little while.
6. Anna Nalick
7. The kids in the carwash yesterday when the colored foam hit the windows.
8. Home cooking other than mine tomorrow.
9. The Duke's new little wiggle when he's happy.
10. Why not? Beats the alternative.
You know those days when it hits you--- pow--- a good mood. Thank goodness. I wondered for a while there if that was ever going to happen again. It is with relief that I smile so easy today- that I enjoy the life and people around me.
Hope you do, too.
(Oh and make a list while you're it. WonderGirl loves lists.)
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March 22, 2006
Boob Tube
Anybody watching Idol? I catch it here and there, when I remember it's on and I'm not busy. I've noticed this a few times- Paula just seems bored. I don't buy that she really wants to be there. I mean, yeah, she comes up with nice things to say, like "You're a thoroughbred", (which is about as rehearsed a compliment as you can get, by the way) but she seems distracted or hungry or something. Like she's just sitting there thinking about a cheeseburger. I think she might have actually laid her head down on the table at one point last night. I swear I saw sleep lines on her face.
But to be fair, I did notice she danced around during Taylor Hicks' performance. I think the producer slipped her a snickers bar during the commercial break and threatened to fire her if she didn't eat it. "Look alive, for crying out loud!" he whispered furiously. And "More cleavage, pronto!" pointing to her contract.
Anyway.
I like Mandisa. And Chris Daughtry is rockin' his way into my heart as well. Katherine McPhee is ridiculously cute, but I like her, too. So that's my final three. Hey, maybe I'm watching more than just occasionally. Sue me.
Okay, I'm off to do some things around the house. Oh, alright, that's a lie. I'm gonna go watch Walk the Line. What can I say- one of the perks of being a stay at home mom. We get to watch movies in the middle of the day. You get coffee breaks- we get the occasional home matinee. But, to make myself feel better, I will be folding eighteen loads of laundry, so that's something at least.
So long, suckers!
Mwahahahaha!
Oh wait. You do get a paycheck.
Hmf.
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March 21, 2006
Geographical
Let's take a vote. Where should WonderGirl live?
Sacramento, CA
Phoenix, AZ
Denver, CO
Baltimore, MD
Washington, DC
Portland, OR
Nashville, TN
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March 20, 2006
Thoughts a-rambling.
Short Ones are sleeping, actually, King Pen is snoozing on the couch, too.
Headphones go on, and Imogen Heap croons "Hide and Seek" in a sad, haunting voice. Have you heard that song? It's almost too raw to listen to. She's plum tore up about something, but I'm not sure what. Still, pretty song.
So, March 20th. Exactly two months from yesterday, King Pen will be donning the old cap and gown and tearing down the aisle to get his diploma. Or not. There's a chance he may skip the walk (can i pause here and say i love that phrase? skip the walk. say it. it's fun.) if he gets a job where they require him to start immediately after his last class, which is May 5th. Either way, whatever. We're almost done. Two months till graduation. One and a half months until the end of classes.
Thankyouthankyouthankyou. Because I couldn't handle another year. It's much more manageable with one, maybe two kids. But three? Oh no sir. Don't even think about it. I'm telling you, no, maybe I won't. I'll spare you. Just trust me- it's enough to drive a woman to drinkin'.
So I sit here, now listening to Michael Buble going on about "Home" (I do love my playlists) and I'm wondering... what is going to happen in my life in the next months?
Same questions I've been pondering for weeks now. Still no answers, though. Phoenix? Sacramento? Denver? Austin? Nashville? Where????
Anticipa-------tion.
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Fatty Boom Batty
"Well, you're not as thin as you could be."
Yeah.
A guy actually said that to me, once upon a time. To be clear, he was just a friend, and a bit of an idiot. But still. It stuck. The negative things are so much stickier than the positive, aren't they?
I knew I wasn't overweight, and he didn't really mean it like that. I was normal. 5'7, probably 127 lbs at the time. Just your average, everyday college girl.
Ten years later, not much has changed. Still pretty normal, still average, and still slightly insecure about my weight.
Growing up, I was slender- okay, downright skinny, occasionally. I remember a woman who I loved and respected once said, "Enjoy it, girl. One day you'll be as big as a house." She said it jokingly (hmf), but a little seed of fear nestled into my mind that day, and I always dreaded the day that I'd lose the advantage of my youthful metabolism.
So where are you now, WonderGirl, you ask?
Well, it's harder than I thought. I'll explain. I have always held to the idea that I will grow old gracefully, I will enjoy the little changes that mark the great accomplishments of my life. Motherhood, life experience, joys and tragedies... I welcomed them, in my idealistic youth. Before those marks actually started to show up, that is. Now, I find that it is indeed more of a struggle to rejoice in the physical evidence of aging. Blame it on society, blame it on vanity, blame it on the rain, I don't care. Still tough.
Almost three years ago, I decided that a fitter, healthier me was in order. So I joined a gym, lost a little baby weight. Then I dropped the membership, and started running. Had a baby. Started running again, lost baby weight again, and now, here I am. Probably healthier than I've ever been in my life- I eat good, I exercise, I take care of myself.
And yet.
Still a little part of me hears... "well, you're not as thin as you could be."
I hate that.
But, the moment is brief, and my Rational Self is quick with reassurances. Ignore that, she says. "Don't be dumb." Thank goodness for Rational Self. She's so straightforward. (She's also the one who programmed my cellphone to say "Hello Beautiful" when I turn it on, which always cracks me up.)
Why bring this up now? Well, I was thinking the other day, when will I be happy with myself? At what point will the doubts and insecurities disappear? Three more pounds? Two? And I realized something. It will never be enough-- because the problem is not the numbers on the scale. It's in my mind- it's the insecurities I've collected and indulged through the years. It's that I view myself through the eyes of other people, and not through the eyes of the God who created me.
Wham.
So I'm working on that. And if I am, then maybe you guys are, too. So I do what I do, which is publicly air all my issues for the world to see. *Sigh. Can't seem to help myself. You just about have to be an exhibitionist of some kind to be a blogger. EGADS. I'm an emo-exhibitionist. Well, that totally explains the new myspace account. Ha.
Anyway. Just wanted to share those thoughts today, as they have been dancing around in my head.
And now I'm off, to do wondergirlish things. Have a good one, my little pecan pies. Hope your day is mondaylicious!
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I Heart the IRS
Who loves taxes? Go ahead, raise your hands. Come on now, don't be shy!
*sigh*
Aw forget it. Even optimism has it's limitations.
I was up till midnight, poring over forms and tabulations, and worksheets and schedules and blah blah blah...
But.
Money is on it's way to me now, and WonderGirl iza the HappyGirl about that.
Kay. I'll be back on in a bit. Must caffeinate.
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March 18, 2006
The Moon's Too High
Bed, bed, bed beckons.
But... not entirely. For who should awaken at this very hour but the writer in me, who has been so quiet lately. Lazily slumbering in the midst of the chaos that has been my life the last few weeks, finally she is stirred to write. What woke her? And can she be put off till morning?
Zah. Tonight we must heed the body and slip into the cool sheets of sleep, where dreams wait patiently to fuel the morrow. No jumping over the moon tonight, oh frolicky one.
G'nite, sleep tight.
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Randomable
If I was a crayon, I'd be tangerine, hands down.
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Extended Network
My kids have no respect, NO RESPECT, for Saturday morning. 6:45 am. It's just not fair.
*sniff*
Well, since I'm up (growl), might as well see who else is alive and kicking out there in bloggy world. Got my cup o'joe and I'm ready to go. Speaking of coffee, I think I'll post my playlist entitled CoffeeHouse Rock, currently spinning this morning. I don't know why I called it that, but it's all my favorite poppypunkrockybandboystuff. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and caffeinated.
She's the Blade- Sugarcult
You're A God- Vertical Horizon
I Walk Alone- Oleander
Meant to Live- Switchfoot
Where Ever You Will Go- The Calling
Think Twice- Eve 6
As Lovers Go- Dashboard Confessional
Story of a Girl- 3 Doors Down
Best I Ever Had- Vertical Horizon
Barely Breathing- Duncan Sheik
She's So High Above Me- Fastball
Slow Dance- Senses Fail
Stars- Switchfoot
Bad Day- Fuel
Vindicated- Dashboard Confessional
Memory- Sugarcult
Bitter Sweet Symphony- The Verve
I'm Going Under- Evanescence
Seeing Red- Unwritten Law
We Are- Ana
Dirty Little Secret- All American Rejects
Black- Pearl Jam
Hanging By A Moment- LifeHouse
Ever the Same- Rob Thomas
Your Body is A Wonderland- John Mayer
Buried a Lie- Senses Fail
If You Could Only See- Tonic
It takes me forever to listen to the whole thing, but ooooh, it's good. Yeah, I know a lot of it is kinda hokey. Sue me. I'm really a 13 year old girl at heart, what can I say? I might as well just go ahead and get a myspace. Well, whaddayknow- I did. I just love the internets!
That makes me just fall out laughing. I am such a dork!
Okay, things to do this fine Saturday, besides trying to wrangle up some friends on Myspace.
I'm such a needy person.
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March 16, 2006
Beware the--Aw dang.
SHOOT. I missed my chance for an Ides of March reference! Grrr.
Now I have to wait a whole 'nother stupid year.
Hmf.
Ya know, Caesar had some serious neck veins going on there. Stress, I guess.
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Killjoy
Self: GO. TO. BED. Right now. Pronto. Don't you know how 6:15 is gonna feel tomorrow? Turn off the coldplay, step away from the internet, go take off your contacts, and get your tired butt in bed.
*grumble*
Self: What was that? You say something?
*silence*
Self: Yeah, I didn't think so.
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I hate it when I'm right. Grr.
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March 15, 2006
Escaping the Event Horizon
Hello world! C'mere and let me give you a big, old squeezy hug. I've missed you! I have been totally absent lately. I haven't been writing, or reading, or returning calls or ANYTHING. I kinda sunk into a black hole there for a while. It happens to the best of us, eh? But I'm clawing my way back, never fear. I HATE black holes. They're so... dark. And that whole unseen dripping water thing is creepy. Spidery. Heebyjeebyery.
Woo! I just checked my mail, and lo and behold, there was a package from my BFF counterpart- Amy Hen. (We've got the necklaces and everything- thank you Claire's Accessories.) (Let me stop right here and say, I think the BFF reference popped up because we watched Just Friends the other day, which was painfully funny.)
Anyway- back to the story. Inside this piece of mail for me, all the way from Texas, were four (!) Reeses Peanut Butter Easter Eggs. Wow. She just gets me. I met Amy in my sixth grade Sunday school class way back when. I'd been eating m&m's steady for about half an hour (not the red ones, though. duh.), and I was H-Y-P-E-R. (Yeah, that didn't go away until about the tenth grade.) Anyway, in walks the cutest, teeniniest chick, and I knew right away, we'd have to be friends. It had to be so. Long legged me, and petite little her. Quite the duo. I have to say, we rocked the casbah of friendship. We didn't half ass it. (oops. quarter into the swear jar.) She's the only person besides family that I can pick up the phone and call and it's like no time has passed whatsoever. Really. I mean, sure- everybody says that, but I actually MEAN it. We're very different people than we were back then, and we're very different from each other, too, but somehow that just doesn't matter. She's there for the long haul, through the ups and downs and ins and outs of life. We talk when we feel like it, we visit when we can... and that's okay. We take what we can get.
At the end of the day, she's the one who sticks my favorite candy in the mail for me, for no particular reason at all, at exactly the moment I need it the most.
Love that girl.
Anyway... I just wanted to wade in and stir up the waters a little-- it's been too long since I've written. I'm sorry, dearlings. I will be writing like a fiend the rest of the week, I promise.
Thanks for the thoughts about Kim, by the way. The funeral was today, and it was beautiful and touching. And as sad as it was... I feel this lightness again- an appreciation of life. I hope when I die, I am buried on a sunny and windy day, with children playing amongst the flowers, and people smiling through tears, as Kim was.
All for now.
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March 14, 2006
Remembering
Kim passed away early Sunday morning, with her husband and sister by her side. He wrote about it here, simply and beautifully and perfectly. I shudder to add my own thoughts here, because I know I will not do it justice. What words can you use to frame a life? I haven't attempted it, because I know how inadequate the power of ink. But I can't let it go unmarked, I have to try.
Kim was an amazing person. Living with a terminal illness her whole life sharpened her, refined her. She gave generously, spoke softly, listened attentively, forgave absolutely, loved completely. She cut through all the normal hesitancies we have as humans- she didn't waste time with those things. She had a natural shyness about her, which made her overtures of kindess and friendliness all the sweeter. Even when she felt her worst, she shrugged it off and put on a wobbly, but determined, smile. She wasn't about to miss out. She was tiny in stature, barely there at times. But her physical impact in a room was undeniable. She brought sunshine with her, she smiled and laughed and could hold her own with a family of smart alecks and jokesters. She brought out the very, very best in my uncle- and together they brought out the very, very best in everybody else. What a testament to the life and love she shared with him. Her ministry to my uncle allowed him to minister to young people all over the world. Her hands worked quietly in the background, supporting and encouraging him, holding and protecting his heart. There was no greater gift to Clinton from God, than Kim.
I could recount the moments she touched my life personally, list each event and situation that she was there for me and my family... but it still wouldn't be a complete portrait of who she was. If you knew her, you know what I mean. Some things just can't be put into words.
When the French say "au revoir", we think they are saying goodbye. But, the literal translation is "until the next seeing". One of my best friends offered those words of comfort several days ago, reminding me that we do not say goodbye to fellow Christians. It is only a pause, a blip-- until we are reunited again. Thank God for the hope of life in Christ. It makes these physical partings bearable, it allows us to rejoice in the midst of mourning, as Kim would want of us now.
Well, those are all the words I can find now. Thank you for the listening and shoulders and tissues and prayers. Love you all.
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March 11, 2006
Behind the Clouds
Hey everybody!
Long, long week. I just haven't felt much like writing the past few days. It's been a very emotionally intense time around here, dealing with the family stuff and job things and yada yada yada.
Kim is such a fighter- she's still hanging in there. I think it is very hard for her to let go, out of habit. She's been in and out of hospitals her whole life, and has a very tough will- which is surprising to look at her. She's the tiniest little thing, but she's got the heart of a lion. Everyone has said their goodbyes, and I am praying that she will know it's okay now, that we will all take care of Clinton the best we can. It's hard to watch her lingering in this state.
Job stuff is still coming along, hearing back from people here and there and still really no closer to a definite thing yet. I can't stand the anticipation! It's really driving me crazy. I am a planner, and this not knowing makes me uncomfortable, and nervous.
And in the middle of all that--- you know it's about the time of the semester when money problems begin. Yay. I am holding on to the fact that this is the LAST time we have to deal with this particular formula for being flat broke, but still. It's hard. King Pen has a mandatory school trip in a few weeks which really ate into our surplus (HA. Surplus). Plus he'll not be able to work while he's gone for the 12 days. So, once again, we have taken a dive from the green into the red, in a big way. Like "don't answer the phone because it's probably a bill collector" kind of way. I HATE that feeling.
All these things are the perfect ingredients for the huge, whopping Depresso Milkshake I'm currently sucking down. Brain freeze included.
WonderGirl needs a hug.
And chocolate.
Anyway, all that to say- sorry I've been kinda quiet lately. I haven't abandoned the blog... just taking a moment to catch my breath. I don't know what the coming week will hold, but I am looking for the sun behind the clouds. I know it's there, even when I can't see it.
Sigh.
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March 9, 2006
Parting
On my way to be with my uncle, who has accepted, as much as one can, that the day for goodbye has come.
Words are too little for grief like this-- they are too weak to support the weight of love's farewell.
Hedge them in with prayers, murmur their names to the heavens today.
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March 8, 2006
Needs
Guys, I'd like to ask you to pray for my uncle's wife, Kim. She has cystic fibrosis and had a double lung transplant several years back. The doctors think that her body is trying to reject those lungs now, and that's not good.
She is the sweetest, kindest woman I know, and my uncle has loved her dearly since the day they met.
We can't be there physically for them, because her immune system is so fragile that no one is allowed to visit. But we are praying for them, and ask that you join us in remembering them during this difficult time. I can't even form words that describe their need in this moment. Love and sickness and fear and hope and peace... it's all too much for the human soul. May God grant just what they need right now, because only He knows the full condition of their spirits.
Thank you, dearies. Love to ya's.
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Got It All
Another little blip with my computer, and I had no internet for two full days. And yes, there was much moping about. I am in pain when I can't check my email, various blogs, and update my site. Like, fifteen year old girl pain. Broken hearted- the world is gonna end- I'll never have a boyfriend- will I ever get boobs kind of pain.
So I ate some chocolate, listened to moody music, and looked out the window, waiting on life to right itself once again.
And lo and behold, the world didn't end, and I'm no longer broken-hearted. I have a permanant boyfriend, boobs, AND my precious internet connection.
It's a good day.
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March 5, 2006
Indifference
And the Oscar goes to...
I DON'T CARE.
Seriously.
What? I always wear a lime on my head when I'm blocking out nauseating amour-propre.
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Help Wanted Signs
Oh my.
18 cover letters and resumes and work samples went out tonight in a flurry of emails-- the culmination of an entire day's labor and three pots of coffee.
And that's just Round 1.
Yowza.
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March 4, 2006
Gorgeous
I'm just saying.
King Pen is looking, and so am I, because in two months, it's done. He graduates, and the world is open wide to us.
One summer, I lived in Tennessee, near the Ocoee River and worked as a camp counselor in the mountains. It was stunning. I grew accustomed to the sight of those magnificent peaks on the horizon. When I left, the sky felt empty. Part of me still longs for the jagged line of mountains in my vista.
Weeks now, and it's done- we choose, we pack, we move. We leave behind the life we've known, the family and friends that have been right at our fingertips. We leave the good things, and the hard times, and I can't find the words to fit how I feel about it.
I spent long, solitary hours on the road in the last week, with these thoughts as company. Geography is so much more than the rocks and dirt around you. It is the cultural and historical fabric of the land. Will I fit here? Will we be happy? Will the love of friends and family stretch a thousand miles or will it break? Will we be the same people leaving as we are going?
This leap of faith spans uncharted distances, unknown places, memories and friends yet unmade. It is scary, and exciting, and sad.
I guess in the end though, you just have to close your eyes, and jump.
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March 3, 2006
Welcome to the ATL.
Everybody I met on this trip to Atlanta greeted me with that hip little phrase, no matter who they were. Lawyers, waitresses, homeless guys- you name it. And they said it all cool, like rappers. A-T-L Yayuh! I think that's part of the new tourism campaign or something.
Anyway.
Let me start at the begininng, which was a bit rocky. As I was leaving Friday with kids and bags and King Cakes to give away, I learned that my mom was sick. My mom. The Babysitter. The One Who Was Making This Trip Possible. AAARRRGGHHH!! So we crashed in on my sister Ashley for the night, hoping that Mom would be better Saturday morning, when I had planned to leave. Had a great time with Ashley- whose house was suspiciously clean for having company just suddenly drop in on her. (I still don't know how she did that.) Anyway, we ate dinner and the kids didn't break anything, and we had lots of good visiting time- so it was a wonderful layover to my trip. Unfortunately, Mom was still sick the next day, but my inlaws came to the rescue and took the kids for me Sat. morning. Mom was better by Sunday, and came to get them for the rest of the time. Thank goodness for backup plans.
Now, click the link for the rest of the story- it's long, and has lots of pics, so I didn't want to squeeze it on the first page. I'm so considerate.
Continue reading "Welcome to the ATL."
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March 1, 2006
Absence, Heart Fonder, Yada Yada Yada
Oh, sweet blog. I have missed thee so!
I am not exactly home yet, though. I've stopped off at my mum's house to gather what were previously my children but now appears to be a pack of wild monkeys. It should be an interesting ride home.
Before I regale you with tales of WonderGirl in the big city- which I shall do at length and with photos- let me say tonight to the dear, sweet people who cared for my babies--- THANK YOU. Ashley, Mrs. Sue, Mom and Dad, Mae and Papaw, and Nanny--- I appreciate your hard work with the kids. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for giving me the gift of your time- so I could enjoy some of my own. You rockity rock rock.
*yawn*
So, this is the part where I go to bed, and promise that I will blog tomorrow.
Sweet dreams, moonbeams.
Now, off to bed with you.
Go on.
Scamper cutely.
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