BUUUURN

Sometimes I mock people. It may be easier to calculate the times I am NOT mocking rather than try to account for the times I AM mocking. I just enjoy making mock. Izzy is very nearly 13 and super good at making mock as well. She can dish it out and take it. Tonight she was mumbling some nonsense and making me giggle and ended with, “Your face is a log.” Now, before I move on, you should know we often just repeat what others have said, but apply that attribute to whomever we are speaking. Example:Ellie Harrison after the…

I Am

Officially half way through my master’s program at Grand Canyon University Enjoying a pajama day filled with two cups of coffee, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, homeschooling, homework, and a husband who returned home from yet another trip Grateful my husband’s job doesn’t usually ask him to travel; I like him at my beckon call Fully in love with acoustic guitar music Wishing I were better at producing it, but realizing it is because I don’t practice nearly enough 29 hours early with turning in my homework and feeling overwhelmed with the possibilities with my free time…

I Can’t Get Past This

Because this isn’t the only place I write, sometimes I get stuck on a thought and can’t get past it. This is something I wrote a couple of weeks ago about a particular Sunday morning and my issues on said morning. Welcome to my issues. I tried to prepare you all for the real fact that I am crazy and usually rotten. I would say I told you so, but that may not help my case to make you love me anyway. This Sunday I cried through worship. I cried through the teaching. All the while, I struggled with what…

Maybe I Should Sleep

My eyeballs are burning in my face right now after working on resumes and applications and school work and homeschool work and writing hand written letters to 7 Asian students. I do not mean to say I just sit and write willy nilly to Asians; these are actually my students. They will be expecting things from me in the morning. They will expect me to be patient and teach them. They will expect for me to at least act like I know more than them so I can impart my wisdom. Maybe I should sleep. I have been thinking this…

One Day

I will be published on more than the internet I won’t be terrified of lice I will have arm muscles I will go overseas with that man-o-mine I will get caught up on my scrapbooking I will have a TV that doesn’t shut off willy nilly I will successfully convince people to use the word bunk I will have my own garden I will drive a Karmann Ghia I will laugh so hard it hurts I will order room service in my hotel room because the book I am reading is too good to stop One day.

Things I Like, Like: ’cause we were roomates in college

Friends- the show and my real ones Saturday morning bible study Coffee at said function, and anywhere really My laptop Worship time and the music that goes with it Books in a series when it’s a well written story Quilts How Addison shakes her leg to the beat of any Taylor Swift song; it’s more of a knee pop Really amazing books that challenge me to be a better Christian and less self absorbed The fact that I can say things to my friends and know that if they are judging me, they are trying not to and want to…

Always Will Be Yours

This song reminds me of Hebrews 13:8 when we are reminded that God is the same God of yesterday, today, and the God that is to come. It reminds me of the reoccurring analogy of Jesus and his bride and marriage. It also reminds me of The Man. I like that guy. He isn’t as obsessed with music and lyrics as I am, but I totally dedicate this song to him anyway. It’s by a guy named TJ McCloud, who I totally dig. As if you didn’t knowAs if I could ever hide what I’m feelingYou’ve got me reelingI’m just…

15 Years of That Man O’Mine

Today, March 23, is our 15th wedding anniversary. We are celebrating with him in the Oakland airport flying home from Seattle the round about way and me on my bed homeschooling children. To make everything better, I bought a shirt that reads I HEART MY HUBBY. All is right with the world again. Or, it will be as soon as he gets here to see that I am an athletic supporter. Additionally, I have compiled a list of things I like about that guy. 1. He is hot. Seriously. Not many girls can say that about their husbands after nearly…

Back In Reno Sans The Man

Washington is truly a beautiful state. Well, the 30 mile radius we visited. Beautiful. We got to be a little touristy and visit the Pike(s) Place(s) Market(s)*. Most of it was closed, but it was amazingly clean. After living in Nevada for so long, I am not sure how I feel about living in a place with no nudity and no garbage strewn about. I DID have my picture made beneath the very first Starbucks sign ever hung, but the line was too long to get a drink. The sun even peeked through the clouds and shooed them away at…

The Neighbor.. Again

I am considering making Dillan a regular on my blog. That kid is a hoot. Like a really funny owl. He knocked on my door when the kids and I were gone, and only The Man was home. Remember when Dillan is nine? The Man: Hey Dillan; what’s up? Dillan: Hey. Can Eli play? The Man: No, sorry. He isn’t home right now. Dillan (pauses): Are you guys moving to Washington? The Man: Well, it’s a possibility. Dillan (with the straightest face EVER): Like, how much? What’s the percentage? The Man (stifles giggle in the face of the most serious…

The Things You Learn

Through all of this lay off crapola (yes, it is a word. Look it up. If it isn’t there, get a new dictionary.) I have realized a few things about myself: I do not like to exercise or keep to my schedule (hence my load of laundry, my list of books read, and my once again chubby belly. BAH) Also, I am an emotional eater (hence, my chubby belly and the ever growing pile o junk food) Finally, I use hence more often. hence. To stick to my plan of yelling (in my mind) SUCK IT SATAN as often as…

BAH

I do not sleep well when my husband is out of town. My mind goes a gazillion miles per hour and no longer coincide with my body schedule the second The Man leaves the city. Yesterday, he and some other boys drove to Nampa, Idaho to test for their fire department. I made my kids tuck me in for a change of pace and read Water for Elephants until my eyes were bleary. About three hours into the middle of the night, I awoke and couldn’t go back to sleep. I turned my side table lamp on and finished reading….

Neighbors

Sometimes you hear horror stories about neighbors. We certainly have our fair share of weirdos on our street, the least of which is one neighbor with an uncanny resemblance to Kirk from Gilmore Girls. But, this week, I was reminded why neighbors can be awesome. The following conversation took place between me and the 9 year-old-oh-so-innocent boy next door. I love him, and I will cry if we have to move away from him. Me: Hey, Dillan, come on in. Eli is almost done with his school work. You can go upstairs to his room and play, or you can…