Showing posts from March, 2012

Moo Saves the Day

It's been a wild, wet day here in the San Francisco Bay Area.  A day with a few teen/parent clashes.  A day of locking the keys in the car.  A day of pulling weeds in between rain showers.  A day of disappointing soccer game cancellations. I arrive at the end of the day tired, and a little bewildered by the craziness that is my life.  I'm feeling a little low, a little regretful, but I can't say of what.  I feel a certain mopey malaise creeping over me as I drag my sorry self up to bed.  Sigh.  Whimper.  Whaaaaaa. And there on my pillow is this: And inside the card (on which, if you look closely, is painted the word 'love' in silver puffy paint) is this: And inside the box is this: A heart shaped rock, found in the garden and painted just for me. If you are ever feeling a little underappreciated, or a little ineffectual, or a little weary of the demands of daily life, let me just say that having someone thank you for their life, their awesome life,

7 Quick Takes: Volume 52

We're very very busy and we've got a lot to do And we haven't got a minute to explain it all to you For on Sunday Monday Tuesday there are people we must see And on Wednesday Thursday Friday we're as busy as can be With our most important meetings and our most important calls And we have to do so many things and post them on the walls. This song, Busy Busy Busy , by Sandra Boyton, sorta captures our lives of late.  Barely time to stop and breathe.  (Do you know Philadelphia Chickens ?  Oh, you must!) So for today's Quick Takes, I bring you the antidote to being too busy.  Here are seven things that have made me smile over the past week or so.   Please visit Jen, our 7QT Host , and sample the links of other QT-ers. ~1~ Fun with schoolwork! ~2~ Found one late night... ~3~ Close up of our 4th First Communion banner ~4~ Creativity. ~5~ More creativity. ~6~ Cousins playing music togethe

Ah, Spring!

The poet Mary Oliver has been popping up around me lately, in conversations and things overheard, on the web and from my bookshelf.  This morning, she popped up on The Writer's Almanac, with a lovely poem perfect for the beginning of Spring.  Listen: the poem comes at the end of the Almanac. Happy Vernal Equinox! * * *

Blame It On Lego Man

I think I finally figured out why we go through toilet paper so fast! I happened upon this scene late last night, after all the potential culprits had long since been fast asleep.  From the look on his face, it appears this guy doesn't approve of my choice of tissue. Note to self: stop feeding the legos . * * *

Books and Stuff

Yesterday was Dress Like A Book Character day at my kids' school.  We had Ponyboy (The Outsiders), Annabeth (Percy Jackson series), Bean (Ivy and Bean), and Thing One (do I really need to tell you where Thing One comes from?).  And one non-participator.  Thing One was a pathetic case of typecasting. I tried to get one of the girls to be Scout from To Kill a Mockingbird, but apparently, they just don't do overalls anymore.  That's sad, don't you think?  No one should ever be too cool for overalls.  No one. Anyway, later in the morning, I listened to Your Call Radio , on KALW, and the topic was childrens' literature.  Among many interesting items, the guests discussed two resources I am sharing here because I think they might be of interest to anyone with kids. The first is a website, called  Guys Read , that is all about promoting reading for boys.  I have two guys here, ages 13 and 11, so I perked up when I heard about it.  My boys are both &q

7 Quick Takes: Volume 51

Welcome to today's 7 Quick Takes! This one's got it all: the mafia, great music, politics, and a tried and true recipe for happiness.  Stick around.  Throw a comment my way.  Then go visit Jennifer at Conversion Diary, who hosts 7 Quick Takes when she's not fighting with scorpions and raising a whole bunch of kids.  Actually, she probably does all three at the same time.  Anyway, while you are there, click on the links to some other quick takers. ~1~ This American Life .  I love it almost unconditionally.  I would love it completely, if I didn't feel sharp pangs of envy every time I listen.  I want to work for that show.  I should be working for that show.  So they're gonna hafta uproot their entire operation and move out here to Cali so that I can do that. I used to miss the show all the time because of my kids.  Either I was busy taking them somewhere or I couldn't hear the show over the cacophony of my house.  But lo and behold, there's an

Stopping By My Living Room

My big project deadline is tomorrow.  So not much posting going on these days.  However, while I was busily creating maps in Photoshop today, my trusty radio was on in the background, and I learned, via The Writer's Almanac , that on this day in 1923, Robert Frost's " Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening " was published.  Click on the link above and read how that poem came to be: it's a lovely and bittersweet story. To celebrate "Snowy's" anniversary, and to get something up on this blog for the first time in several days, I am reposting my twist on Frost's poem, originally posted in May of 2010.  Given that I have been working nonstop for the past two weeks and paying scant attention to my domestic responsibilities, this poem is scarily apropos of my house at the moment.  Enjoy! Stopping By My Living Room on a Regular Evening Whose shoes these are I do not care Their stink and steam do fill the air; They’ve been here for a week or mo

They should be thankful for...

...the fact that they are still drawing breath. In the last 24 hours: my daughter left her school uniform sweatshirt out in the rain, which we discovered 10 minutes before we had to leave the house on this cold and wet morning. my son broke the last remaining glass of a set I once loved. my other son didn't do his religion homework because his backpack was in the car or his math homework because he left the book at school.   Again .  WTF? five snack baggies of carrots came home from school in five different lunch boxes, all uneaten.  Two days in a row. I heard the questions "Why did dad buy HIM a hoodie?  How come I didn't get a new hoodie?" nine times, from two different children. the kids lost their Friday after school bakery snack for bickering in the car, for the third week in a row, which by the way punishes me too.  Semifreddi's has the best morning buns ever. I've had to play the "ipod card" 3 times.  That's the card that