Wednesday, October 28, 2009


i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

--e.e. cummings, I Thank You God

Monday, October 26, 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

where technology comes to die

If I haven't been blogging, it's only because my house is a giant black hole of horrifying and costly technological malfunction. First it was our heating and air, then Christofer's computer, then my computer, then Christofer's car, then my computer again, then my camera, then my phone,
then my entire universe imploded,
and so on and so forth.

you get the idea.

and now, before anyone can enter the house, I have to give a standard caution: please leave any and all expensive/valuable/working equipment on the porch, because inevitably the forces of darkness in this house will wear upon them and you will end up spending hundreds of dollars in fruitless and frustrating repairs.

consider yourself warned.

next, and this isn't related in any way, I just wanted you all to know I wore a brand-spanking-new black skirt to church today (because I do not have enough black skirts) that I really thought was fantastic, but now I am seriously rethinking, because TWO PEOPLE asked me if I was pregnant.


so that was awesome.

also, this week I made a bunch of caramel/chocolate apples to give away, but ended up eating most of them. and now I'm sad that I ate them, mostly because I wish there were some left to eat right now.

dear Great Pumpkin,
please send me
1) a computer that works
2) more caramel apples.

(I also might have seen It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown this week.)
(twenty times.)
(what's new with you?)

Thursday, October 22, 2009

the littlest carnivore

at 14 months both the boys were all about avacado and wheat bread and cheese and asparagus.
(I know.)

Ivy Elizabeth, on the other hand, would like more turkey:

and while I'm up, could she have it with a side of bacon, and maybe a nice juicy steak?

(she is her father's daughter.)

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


this is the face of a heartbroken little boy, a poor tragic thing whose cruel and unfeeling mother took away his lightsaber, wouldn't let him watch a movie, forced him take a little rest, hid the rest of the treats, and made life a total misery.

And then took a picture of it.

life is hard.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Saturday, October 10, 2009

ugh! and also, gah!

I swear, everytime I resolve to try and make my blog interesting, or at least routinely updated again, something happens to impede me.

This time, impediment came in the form of Technical Difficulties.

Don't even get me started on how I feel about Technical Difficulties.

When these Technical Difficulties are stablized, I will try to revive this blog again (but who knows, the universe hates me and, whatever, I don't even care).

in the meantime, may I direct you to a 4-year-old post about how fat I become while pregnant?

or perhaps you'd prefer to read a post that my very patient husband doesn't like (because it's true)?

or maybe you'd like to hear about an experience I found so embarrassing, so completely humiliating, that even now, some 11 years later, thinking about it still makes me twitchy?


Thursday, October 8, 2009

resistance (is futile)

Hey, William. What are you doing?

I hiding daddy's screwdriver.

of course you are. Are you feeling tired yet?

no! no! Never. ARGOOOOOHHHHHHHHhhhhh! hmm.

I don't believe you. Let's go upstairs and take a nap.

no! no naps, mom. I just take a little rest. little like this:


nope, we're going to do a real nap. let's go upstairs and get in bed.

not today, mom.
not today.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


as some of you know, my other blog is now completely inaccessible.
and since I know many of you will find this tragedy almost too much to bear, I have begun importing certain select entries onto this blog.
The winnowing process has been very scientific, based on the following rigid criteria: if I saw the title, thought, "eh, I've written dumber things," and hit the import button, it was imported.
So, if you're ever far enough back in my archives that you start noticing entries tagged "imported," you'll know you've found blogs from my mysterious blog of yore.
I must now go stop Ivy from pulling all my clothes off their hangers. Again.
Good day.

Monday, October 5, 2009

fix it

There were two reasons I didn't put any pictures of all my hard work up yesterday:
1) despite painting myself into an early grave, I didn't actually finish and
2) my camera battery was dead.
but now it is charged, and even though my downstairs still isn't finished (apparently, there is no such thing as magical project fairies, whatever, universe) I will show (some of) what happened.

I decided to do the same color through the downstairs, since the spaces aren't well-defined. first, I painted the front room. it used to look like this. Now it looks kind of like this:

Then I painted all the ceilings white. Then my arms fell off. Then I realized there was no way was I going to finish everything (what with having no arms, and all), so I taped a line between the family room and the kitchen, took a bunch of aleve, and painted the family room before calling it good:

as you can see, I have more to do. and I won't be able to get to it until at least the weekend, so this ugly line will just be sitting there. taunting me.
why does everyone else like projects so much? I don't understand.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

project reject

earlier this week, when some plans I had for the weekend were postponed, I was overcome by a wave of what then I would have termed "ambition" but now I would call "total raving lunacy," and I decided to paint my house.

Here's the problem. I have a crafty, do-it-yourself type husband, who has crafty do-it-yourself type relatives, plus I now have many crafty do-it-yourself type friends, and with their encouragement/support/example, it doesn't take long for me to go from thinking about what I want done to my house, to thinking, hey, maybe I could do that to my house. because what kind of moron can't paint their own house?

So I start, and I get about halfway though the project before remembering that I am the kind of moron who can't paint their own house. that kind of moron is me.

it has been quite the weekend. my elbows may never forgive me.

and if I ever, ever again, intimate in any way, any way at all, that I want to learn more crafty, do-it-yourself type skills, please shoot me.

the end.