Saturday, August 29, 2009
This is me, in danger of melting all over my chair right now.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
I'm just sayin'.
This is me, with a brief note for the FAA.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Song For A Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue.
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due.
(Pat-a-cake, darling and peek, peekaboo.)
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby, loo.)
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait 'til tomorrow,
For children grow up, I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
The six bolded lines were all I thought there were until I looked it up for the author. I liked it's simplicity and the full version seems more complicated somehow.
This is me, thinking about babies a lot lately.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
This is me, knowing more than I needed about bugs.
Friday, August 21, 2009
I am so proud of her strength and compassion and concern for others especially in the face of such personal trials.
I am just super impressed with her and can't really explain the depth to which I admire her.
This is me, Happy Birthday to you.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The ones I have cause to meet in a more formal way treat me like a bosom buddy upon the first meeting. I'd been invited to the local play group, book club and peanut butter party (Apparently some of the kids have really severe allergies so once a year their parents get together and eat a lot of peanut butter infused items) five minutes after being introduced to some of the girls at church.
Don't get me wrong, it's adorable and certainly makes you feel welcome and included - I feel so special - but it's unusual because I don't feel like I've done anything to be special about yet. I've only just met them.
This is me wondering if there's something in the water?
Monday, August 17, 2009
After the interview, I organized a field trip to the Huntington Library for my Academic Decathlon team. Jane was a big help chaperoning about 8 students around the museum complex. Everything went well and I think they enjoyed themselves while learning something. That evening we drove down South for some wonderful sushi with my mom who had relieved us down at Grandpa's. We had some wonderful sushi and even better conversation at a local sushi restaurant that Jane and I discovered when we were there in July. Good memories.
Then I had to pack my camping stuff because I was going with the young men from the ward to a week long LDS themed Boy Scout summer camp. I have very mixed feeling about how that experience went. I was very impressed by how well my boys did and how hard the stake leadership worked to pull the whole thing off. I was very disappointed to see how poorly the camp was run though and absolutely enraged at some of the ugly things that happened at a camp full of LDS youth. I'd go into more detail here but I keep swearing whenever I think about the details and I know how Jane fells about me using profanity. In short there was good, bad and decidedly ugly at camp. Of course the bishop wants me to speak for 10 minutes about the camp next week in church. It'll be a strain but I will have to sanitize my recollections.
Now I am home which seems very empty without Jane. I miss her much and am happy to call her every day. It helps that I am busy trying to get done as much as I can in the last little bit of my summer that is remaining. So much to do and so little time.
On Sunday I read an article in the LA times about how easy it is to find information about people using the Internet. I decided to Google myself and was pleased that not much stuff came up. I was very surprised to see a link to the site Rate My Teacher. I followed the link here and was floored to see that some students had actually rated and commented about me as a teacher. Its all anonymous and shouldn't be taken too seriously, but the comments posted there really touched me. Someone actually noticed that I'm trying to make a difference. I felt like I was on cloud 9 for the rest of the day.
Whew, I've been busy and very happy to be so.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
So imagine my delight when Rocketgirl's edition arrived this last week. And it did not disappoint. Besides an article about Brad Paisley:
Who is totally yummy - I don't think I've ever said that about a guy before - and the bit about teaching your cat to shake hands there was another bit about advice; how to give it, what to do with it when it's given to you and there were some really great 'reader-tested life advice' submissions. Some of my favorites:
- Live your life so the preacher doesn't have to lie at your funeral.
- Love people. Use things. Never confuse the two.
- Do what is right, not what is easy.
- Never burn a bridge. Just shut it down for renovations for a while.
- Put the peanut butter on the bread before the jelly.
- Choose what is wise rather than what is fair.
- Live through it or die from it - you choose.
- If you don't have the money to pay for it, don't buy it until you do. (If only more people, including states and nations used this one.)
- Try to look unimportant. The enemy may be low on ammunition.
- Never give yourself a haircut after three margaritas.
There are way more that are just as great. If I used yours, thank you! I really loved it. What more can I say? It's a great magazine.
This is me, with the words of advice from Reader's Digest.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
(Do not misunderstand me - I love Rocketgirl, we're having a great time catching up and complaining about the dude who won't come out, Sunshine is marvelous and I am finding things to do. It's not that I am having a terrible time here, because I certainly am not. I'm even sleeping great.)
It's also not like Tarzan and I haven't ever been apart before. We've been lucky, I know, in that there aren't great long stretches of time when we are separated. Thank goodness neither one of us has to travel for our jobs, but he's had work retreats, there was the funeral, I went to The Frozen North and stuff like that. And even if I were at home, he wouldn't be. Scout Camp doesn't pack up until tomorrow. So why am I missing him so much?
This is new to me, and maybe that says a lot, but I've never felt like there was a hole, and actual gaping hole, in my person if Tarzan wasn't with me but now I do and it's weird. I have things to do, he has things to do, I call him, he calls me, every day, even if he has to climb to the top of a mountain out in the wilderness to get cell phone reception. It's only ten days and then I will be home again. What is my deal?
I wouldn't admit this to anyone but you Internets - I know you can keep a secret - but I cried when we hung up the phone today. Please realize, I am not That Girl. I don't cry at weddings, or funerals, or movies, or when something sweet happens. I don't even get blurry if an animal dies. I am not the girl who cries at the drop of a hat, or even when the hat is thrown in her face and the brim almost pokes her eye out so she'd be blind forever. I am the type of girl who pops the person who threw the hat in the face, not the one who cries about it, but there I was, sniffling, blinking my eyes really hard and dousing my face in cold water so I could go upstairs again.
What is happening to me?
This is me, missing Tarzan a whole freaking lot.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
In the meantime I feel a little bit extraneous. Sunshine is adorable but she's two and Rocketgirl has been taking care of her for years now, so she doesn't really need me. I can make dinner but that's only two hours in a day and then what? We really need this kid to arrive so I feel like I'm earning my keep.
This is me, waiting.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The first leg of the trip was the longest and the most amusing. I was seated in the last row in the plane - which would have been super annoying if they hadn't fixed it so the seat could in fact recline. Thank goodness - between two guys. One was probably in his 50's and real nice. The other, on the aisle was a teenager, couldn't have been more than 17 and this was his first flight ever. Holy smokes I have never seen such a nervous person. Men, in my experience, try to be all macho and tough and nothing-bothers-me around women. Especially when they ARE nervous. So this was quite a change of pace. Once the plane started it's engines, every little bump or ping or beep or thump had his head between his knees hyperventilating and him deciding he wanted to get off. I tried to talk him through it, distract him like, but he was way nervous. Eventually he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up, huddled his head under my arm and stayed like that for about an hour. I am not above playing the mother figure to any guy, just like I flirt or bully or whatever they want in the moment, but this was a tad overplayed I thought. Parts of it were cute and amusing and other parts were just annoying. Most of the annoyance was because I wanted to go to sleep. I had planned on getting at least four hours in a row and I might have been just a tad cranky. I hadn't had any sleep at all last night though. As I was packing I started to get really anxious about getting up on time. The flight was at 6:40am and the shuttle people, morons, were scheduled to come at 4am. If I have to get up before 8:00am then Tarzan needs to be my alarm clock or it just ain't gonnna happen. And Tarzan just happened to be gone to Scout Camp Monday morning so I was on my own and the thought came to me that I would have a lot of time just sitting on the planes and laying over between and why didn't I just stay up until 4am and then I would not miss the shuttle. So I did, and I didn't and I made it here with no mishaps other than tiredness. And once the guy - who's name I still don't know - calmed down I did sleep, and again at the airport and then again on the second plane. All in all it was all right. Rocketgirl is still pregnant, though she doesn't want to be, and Sunshine is a doll. Their house is gorgeous and there's just a ton of room everywhere. It's a little rural but after The Jungle's humanity 24/7 this is going to be fun.
This is me, in The Land of Cheese.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
You might think I am a horrible person after reading this post and if that's so then I'm sorry. That's not how it was supposed to come out. I promise. First watch this:
And then tell me what you think. Is it totally unromantic of me to first wonder what sort of connection he must have to Disneyland that this could be arranged AND THEN coo at the adorableness of it all? (I don't really coo but you know what I mean.) Am I a cynic to wonder how they got it filmed and arranged and who are all those people singing and dancing rather than sigh and imagine myself in Erika's shoes? And who ARE all those people? Are they family? How much money did that cost? Why don't more people do it? These are the things that I think about when watching videos of this nature. No romance in my soul. I suppose I lucked out that Tarzan isn't an exhibitionist.
This is me, less than romantic today.