June 30, 2005


As if a dog and three (we adopted Polecat and his name is George) cats weren't enough, C went tadpole collecting with her best girlfriend and for the past three weeks they have been observing them grow legs and lose their tails, and occasionally their lives. They have generously shared several pollywogs with a chosen few friends, and just this morning, A celebrated her personal baby toad's leap into adulthood: Skipperdee now has fully grown legs.

I came home from an errand to find that they had also paired a female cricket (such knowledge gathered by observation of her obvious ovipositor) with a male (known by his lack of said ovipositor) in K's bug box. The male hasn't stopped chirping. I think I may have seen the female yawn.

Between my little veterinarian and her littler-sister-entomologist-to-be, I think I am quickly running out of home. And maybe nerves.

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June 28, 2005

Happy Anniversary Baby

My life has been so busy that I honestly forgot about today being the second anniversary of "A Likely Story" until I read this from Z to tocayo.

So, Happy Blogiversary, Val, and to me, too.

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The ceremony is over; the marriage begun. Two architects are now united in the design of the relationship of their lives.

I didn't break until I, having the designation of telling everyone in the wedding party when to enter the church, directed the groomsmen and pastor into the chapel. I closed the door, allowing for a slight pause before my brother entered. I looked at him and saw him not in that moment, but in a continuum of the past 24 years. He smiled at me- that big grin, eyes dancing. I told him I loved him, and he said, "I love you, too, sister." He then stepped into the moment of his life. I quickly blinked and readied myself for ushering in the girls.

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June 27, 2005

Delicious and Fragrant

Ahhhh, Bread and Tulips.

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June 26, 2005

Get Dressed

Dressy Bessy's Electrified is a treat. I heard about them on NPR (the critic picked this album over Coldplay's X & Y) while driving in the rain to catch a late flight out of Vegas.

P.S. McCarran has free WiFi. :D

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June 21, 2005

Pink is my favorite color


My new baby :D

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June 19, 2005

Conducere Colloquim

K read two Bob Books® to me yesterday between giggles over the simple silly ink drawings of Mat sitting on Sam and Sam sitting on Mat.

A few days ago, she looked at me and read a three-letter word on my shirt.

I always enjoy the freedom that reading provides my children. They feel grown-up; they know they are so. But, I cringe when they begin to read some guy's lewd t-shirt while strolling in a public place....

With freedom comes responsibility. A baby first comprehends, then learns the mechanics of communication. I think many parents either forget this, or are unaware of the process. So, they continue to stick picture books in front of their children's noses (and very, very boring, unimaginative, Disneyfied ones at that), read without inflection or adding definitive voices to the characters, and then worry over Jr.'s lack of affection or desire for good literature.

The summer that my daughters turn five, I pull out The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. Each day, somnolent from the afternoon sun, we climb into the book and boat the river with determined Ratty and thoughtful Mole; feel the exuberence of Toad and his misadventures; are calmed by Badger's reserve and sense of direction; and comforted by the loyalty true friendship brings.

We continue on with The Secret Garden (by Frances Hodgson Burnett) feeling Mary's obstinacy melt in Martha's good cheer and kindness; her frustrations mirrored in melancholy cousin Colin and her challenge for him to rise above it, as she has with the help of calming Dickon and a bit of earth to claim as her own.

As we go through the chapters, our conversations become peppered with reflections of the characters or situations. Eventually we incorporate little sayings as a conduit for the magic to find its way into the moments of the day. When one of the girls is feeling a bit negative, one of us might screw-up our face and proclaim, "I'm not sour!" It fishes a smile from the corner of a dour little mouth.

C.S. Lewis says it best for me: "...we do not retreat from reality, we rediscover it. As long as the story lingers in our mind, the real things are more themselves... By dipping them in myth we see them more clearly."

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You scored as Neo orthodox. You are neo-orthodox. You reject the human-centredness and scepticism of liberal theology, but neither do you go to the other extreme and make the Bible the central issue for faith. You believe that Christ is God's most important revelation to humanity, and the Trinity is hugely important in your theology. The Bible is also important because it points us to the revelation of Christ. You are influenced by Karl Barth and P T Forsyth.

Neo orthodox


Roman Catholic


Reformed Evangelical


Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan






Classical Liberal




Modern Liberal


What's your theological worldview?
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A Pea in the Pod

Oh, Margi! I am thrilled for you :D

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June 17, 2005

Off to See the Wizard

To "Spell" who visits my site regularly using a Mac from the University of Missouri- Columbia and only this time generously decided to comment under the aforementioned name and gives the email addy of spell@properly.com:

I accidentally published the post on which you so kindly and cowardly commented only on a misspelling. You see, I intended to hit "draft" but instead hit "publish." Unfortunately, there are some of us who aren't perfect in this life. Oh, that we could be more like you.

By the way, I know who you are.

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Share and Share Alike

Thanks to Matt's suggestion, I downloaded a song off of Z's list (same post): Ryan Adams, "Damn, Sam (I Love a Woman That Rains)." I had a few other Ryan Adams songs in my iTunes, but was only famliar with the song title, not the artist. I really like this song and keep listening to it. Over and over.

Matt also sent me "R U a Believer" which I throughly enjoyed, though he politely warned me I might not like it. Jerry sent me "Jack Ball" by Squatweiler and "It's Not Me, It's You" by The Meat Joy. I had already discerned that Jerry's musical taste buds favored the flavor of a harder edge, and these are that (for this girl, anyway), but I actually found them to be O.K.

From Margi's list, I grabbed "Maps" by Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs. I knew I would like anything on The Sister's list.

I have to give credit to Andy for introducing me to Mp3 love, and Greg for mentioning iTunes. Why buy the whole album when you can just get the single song you love?

Thanks people.

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June 15, 2005

Sad Goodbye

Patrick is hanging-up his blogging hat.

He will be missed.

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June 14, 2005

Team Player

After her last set this morning, A's swim team coach took her aside and asked her to be a team captain.

On the way home, A said to me that she realized that she needed to be more encouraging to those she previously dismissed as slacking bootlickers, "you know, mom, be more of a leader because leaders not only encourage people, they do what they expect others to do."

I am so proud to know this kid.

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June 13, 2005

No, It's not that time of the month

Yeah, I am feeling grouchy. Have you seen the movie with Elisabeth Shue, Adventures in Babysitting? Remember the famous line from that film?

Replace "babysitter" with "mother."

Now, you all have a nice day.

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June 11, 2005

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

I have the distinct feeling that Alisha and I would have been inseperable friends growing-up in the 80's.

Think you know 80's pop? Let's just see....

I scored a 98.5%. And that actually makes a lot of sense to me because music was my therapy; it still is in many ways.

H/T: My girl Alisha who is always up for a little trip down the lane.

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June 09, 2005

The Chair

After six months of braces, my bottom teeth are now perfectly straight. I now have a lovely permanent retainer glued to the back of my teeth. As I was feeling it over and over and over with my tongue, the assistant said, "And try not to feel the wire with your tongue or it will get sore." Ummmm......

I have extremely sensitive teeth, so frigid water and cold air blasting against my teeth, combined with cotton shoved between my lower lip and my gums made me a bit insane for the four hours I sat in the...Oh, yeah. So it was really about 12 minutes, but when we are talking cold water, cold air, and wads of cotton, time is relative.

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June 08, 2005

Soul Food

I am sure that Robert has already mentioned this as he is a lover of The Master, but what delightful news that a new piece by J.S. Bach from 1713, apparently written for a duke's birthday, has been recently discovered.

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June 06, 2005

To quote Br'er Rabbit:

"All what say friend, ain't friend."

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Pam reworked the lovely banner she gifted me with for my birthday earlier this year, and the Court Geek, Jeremy, geek-tweeked a few things for me, too (though not without a bit of smirking about my choice of an Apple iBook).

Thanks so much :D

I added more blogs to the roll and put some things back in order around the place.

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June 05, 2005


Can I ask all the Ladies and Knights that were previously at the Table to please contact me or leave a comment? I can recall most everyone, but in rebuilding, don't want to leave anyone out.

Thank you and you may now return to your regularly scheduled programing.

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Infinite Wisdom

Me: Why do we have to have boogers?
E: Mom, they keep our respiratory system clean....
Me: I know. I know. I know the function of them, but why boogers?
K: Besides, they taste funny.

The rest of us: collapse into giggles.

That's my girl.

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June 03, 2005

I like MAC*

Sigh...I am going to have to pull myself away from my cute little iBook G4 and go downstairs to the stationary Dell and tinker with putting the face back on the blog.

*Someone please get that one.

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A Mother's Duty

Mrs. Darling first learned of Peter when she was tidying up her children's minds. It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rumage in their minds and put things straight for next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles that have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake- but of course you can't- you would see your own mother doing this and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying up drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents: wondering where on earth you had picked this thing up, making discoveries sweet, and...not so sweet; pressing this to her cheek as if it were as nice as a kitten and hurriedly stowing that out of sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which you went to bed, have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on.

Peter Pan
J.M. Barrie

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At Close of Day

It is raining here, with lightning and thunder. It wraps me in contemplative thought.

C is my most sensitive child. She isn't sensitive in that she takes constant offense due to misinterpreting everyone's motives. She just reacts passionately to the things that matter most to her.

Last night she was feeling sad and angry. The only way to help C out of that funk is to first let her be angry; I have observed that our society really doesn't approve of angry little girls. They are to be sweet, and kind, and sensitive, and in complete control of themselves at all times, perpetually polite. This doesn't fly with spirited Sporty Girl.

So, I dug deep and recalled a funny story from my youth. By the end of the story, she was belly-laughing and the frown fell from her face, replaced by the dimple nested deeply in her left cheek, and her bright, sage green eyes.

I laid with her until her breathing became rhythmically slowed. Tucking into her heart a bit of joy with bedtime prayers and night time kisses is my duty, and removing what bit of grime the day brought, my abiding pleasure.

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June 01, 2005

My little flower

Today we purchased Gazanias (a South African plant), Verbena (Plum Magic and Aztec Red), Giant White Bacopa, and Salvia (Red Hot Sally and Vista Purple) to plant this evening. C was feeling a little blue, and after talking for a bit, we decided that going to the nursery, selecting perinials (we are awaiting the blooming of our Gerbera Daisies and Black-Eyed Susans) would be just the thing. We have savory planted in the front of the bed. I love to catch the scent of it when the water hits it, or when I weed and break a leaf and later find the subtle mint smell on my hands.

C wanted a rose, too, so we loaded up our purchases and drove home with the wind blowing against our faces from the rolled-down windows.

We arrived home hungry for lunch and decided to plant later this afternoon, perhaps in the early evening, when the heat of the day is subsiding, in the soft light and quieting sounds of children finishing up their business of the day- playing.

Last night we watched Fly Away Home at her request. She and I lay curled up together on the futon in the family room, quietly watching, with intermittent laughter. She commented on how much she loved the song (as I have before mentioned), so with the convenience of wireless and a laptop, I downloaded it in a snap.

I so love this tenderhearted little girl.

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