I have many fears. One might even go so far as to apply the label “neurotic.” I haven’t taken it to an extreme level like my mum who confides that if she worries about something it won’t happen (Direct Quote: “I didn’t worry about Iraq, and look what happened!”), but I do have my peculiarities.
The oddest of these is probably my fear of the phone. Despite having been a receptionist for several years, I still[...]
Archive for May, 2008
Our new house is heaven on earth compared to our last. The floor plan is lovely. The two stories of windows in the dining room flood the place with natural light, and frequent breezes pulse cool and sweetly through the open doors and windows. Though we’ve been here awhile now, the girls still run gleefully around their new domain, enjoying the open spaces and the indoor jungle gym that is our sunken living room.
There are, however, a[...]
At the supper table the other night, Becca spotted the water pitcher. She stood up her in chair and started flapping her arms and bouncing up and down shouting, “Watah! Watah! Watah! Watahhh!” We all laughed and Neil said to her, “What do you say?” She stopped flapping, looking at him earnestly and shouted, “I! Need! Watahhhhh!”
As for Emma, she’s going through a particularly difficult time right now. She’s coming to realize that she’s not a[...]
…but I don’t feel pregnant. Unless of course you count the having to pee a kajillion times a day thing and the mindless consumption of half a bag of oreos this afternoon.
Huh.
Weird.
I don’t care that I don’t feel any different though because suddenly, everything is different, you know? I’m adding chronic grinning and sudden outbursts of happy dancing to the standard list of pregnancy symptoms.
Also, here is my pregnancy disclaimer:
Name suggestions will be accepted graciously and probably ignored.[...]
I’ve been spending a wee bit less time on the computer lately. This? Is why…
I am freshly amazed by the beauty and vivacity of my darling girls. Their exuberance is contagious, their love is humbling, and the gift of them in my life leaves me filled with equal portions of wonder and trepidation. While I know that they are lucky to have come to a home where they are wanted, loved, and cherished, I often[...]
Neil got in big trouble last night. And I do mean big. Not the slight-frown-and-exasperated-sigh kind. We’re talking about the darkly-scowling-and-contemplating-hurling-things-at-the-head-of-the-offending-personage sort of anger here.
He’s lucky I’d already made him a yummy dinner (chicken and veggie soup with piping hot cornbread and honey butter) before he told me. And what was the news that nearly resulted in me concussing my own husband with the all too tempting bulk of…oh…let’s say the microwave?
He[...]
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly two years now and it’s been quite a journey. I started off with long chunks of poetic prose and then decided that being funny was more fun (and brought in more readers). I went with that for awhile but I wans’t feeling fulfilled. I was sure I could be getting more out of my blogging experience. I did a lot of householdy/organizing type stuff. Lots of before and[...]
Thanks for all the love today, girls. I’ve deleted the post from today as part of the “letting go” process. Moving on, now. Moving on.
I’m off to spend a lovely long weekend with my family enjoying the new found sunshine. And possibly, just possibly…killing some ants. Yep, we’re being invaded, I’m afraid. First worms, now ants. I’m worried the plotline of my life is going to start reading like a cheap horror flick.
Then[...]
I have a few ideas swirling around in my head that I’ve been itching to put into words, but the day was chaotic and the night was filled with…I can hardly believe it but…playing chaperone. To my seventy-nine year old grandmother.
She’s visiting us this week, and there happens to be a seventy-nine year old widower of our acquaintance whom we decided to have over for dinner tonight.
It’s 10:15pm and they’re still chuckling away together. Neil slunk off over[...]
Spring! It’s more than just a hint now. More than just a vague tickling at the edge of the senses. The tulips are sprouting, a starkly vibrant green against the dark shrivelled brown of last year’s foliage. The thick scent of impending snow has been whisked away by a west wind, and the thick carpet of frost free grass is dappled with sunshine.
Bliss.
I’m not an outdoor person by nature. And I really hate admitting that.[...]
