Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Phase Two of the 2009 Great De-Crap

You know those "I Spy" kids books where you search for hidden objects? No? How about "Where's Waldo?"
See if you can find a hidden child or two doing homework in the chaos that WAS our garage.

I took back the space thanks to the cool shelves and bins from costco and my Bob hanging the shelf and tool hanger thingy.
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

raisins in the washer

I talked to two money women today: one, a rep from the credit union, another from Fidelity. I can't really remember the last time I talked to such types, let alone two in one day.
Their tone was kind gentle sympathetic. The way funeral directors softened their eyes and gently lead you to view the body. I'm so sorry. I'm just so so sorry.
They expressed their concern and empathy for the decisions and losses that needed to be handled.
"Hey, we are all rowing this boat in the same direction," I shrugged into the phone.

So to make myself feel better, I made soup. Not just soup, but bean soup. I even made the friggin stock. I used the carcass of a rotisserie chicken and ends and bits and choppings of every vegetable in the house.
My kids hate my bean soup. I tried to make it all romantic and tell the story about how if it weren't for "seven bean with barley," they wouldn't even be here. But that is another post, I suppose.

My house and the economy is a mess and the laundry. Oh the laundry. I had four loads folded all over the family room. Three more added today. At the bottom of the washing machine were three plump shiny raisins and a dime. My payment for a day's work. And a snack.

Sunday, February 15, 2009


I have absolutely nothing to say, which is a good thing.
I have been forgetting about my blog and not unfortunately my Facebook account. Facebook is truly a remarkable creation. I thought I'd hate it, but have found the opposite to be true. Truth is, I like seeing what my friends are doing.

My boys are remarkably healthy and strong. For this I am so grateful.
We are approaching the three month mark of K being seizure free. The baby has begun to talk ribbons around us.
Quinn had a little bout with the flu last week, but has rebounded quickly.

Today Q reinforced his bicycle legs by taking a 5K spin around the park. He wobbled, stopped, started and fussed for the first 1/2 mile and nearly took out a couple walkers and a toddler, but he got it.
Life is good.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

I'm sorry already

This is a transcript of an actual letter of apology written under duress, as a condition of not being grounded for the rest of his life.
The names have been altered to protect the not so innocent.

Dear Q,
I am terribly sorry for choking you.
I couldn't control my anger.
You are my nicest brother.
I shouldn't have done that to you.
I WILL NOT do it again. Sorry again.

Hogwart's Head Master