Archive | June, 2012

Super Cute Creation

29 Jun

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Early Morning Phone Calls

28 Jun

I got a call from an editor this morning.  First of all, that is highly unusual–most use email or snail mail.  I was surrounded my loud boys so I felt like an idiot, but I hadn’t recognized the area code so I just answered.

It was a very nice, if odd, conversation.  I submitted an essay to her magazine several months ago.  She loved it.  She is not using it.  She wants to help it find another home.

I appreciate the call, really.  It was nice that she took the time and that she spoke so positively about the essay (which is something I’m actually quite proud of).  But it was confusing because she sounded like she was buying it, then she wasn’t.  Which of course sucks.

Apparently I’m fantastic though and the piece DESERVES publication.  Just have to find the right home, I suppose.

I’m off to meet with a trainer at my new gym.  I don’t want to meet with him or find out my fitness score, but I should do it so I am going to.  I feel that there might be a little pity party around here this afternoon.  You’re all invited!

Seven

27 Jun

North America.  South America.  Asia.  Europe.  Antarctica.  Australia.  And now, Africa.

My brother Zach is turning 30 in November.  Today he landed, with my sister Liz, in South Africa on their way to Mozambique, so that he could fulfill his goal of hitting every continent before 30.

I kind of hate him.  I kind of want to be him.  Granted, he just sold everything he owns and is moving with two suitcases to Thailand.  That also appeals to me sometimes.  Sigh.  Sigh.  Sigh.

Weekend Fun

26 Jun

My friend Lara and I are leaving our homes and families, heading west till we hit ocean.  There will be food and music and silliness.  Perhaps more.  We’re staying here and doing this:

 

Hello Again, Hello!

25 Jun

Shouldn’t all posts reference Neil Diamond songs?  They really should.

All four human members of our family painted cute little birdhouses Sunday morning as an activity.  I really should take a picture but I probably won’t.  After finishing, I saw the sticker on the bottom that said they were not for real life use.  I won’t tell the boys though.

Reading some good books.  Teaching a great summer class–engaged students.  Lovely.  My second class got cancelled for low enrollment so I’m a little sad, having already planned ways to spend the money.

Owen is a disaster from medication challenges.  We won’t speak of it.  He’s exhausting.  The Cole child is taking two parks and rec classes right now which makes him very happy: Science Explorers and A Is for Author, in which they are making a book from start to finish.

We swim a lot.  We are watching old Disney movies every evening, like The Absent Minded Professor and The Love Bug and The Shaggy Dog.  Tonight was Davy Crockett.  I may have uttered the following sentence: “Even now some white people are mean to Indians and people with darker skin.  They think that white people are the most awesome.”  Not sure it was my best teachable moment.

Cole is saving money for a Batman Lego set, so he has an extensive chart.  If he gets all 42 stars each week, he earns $5.  Since we would have bought the blocks anyway, it is a good deal.  This week he gets stars for doing Rosetta Stone Spanish lessons, one job, reading, two math pages, an art project, brushing his teeth, and writing five sentences.  Each day.  Todd and Cole both think I am a task master.  Owen has a chart about which he cares not one drop.

I’ll tell you about my hot weekend plans, but not now.  Can’t spill all the beans in one long overdue post!

Appropos

8 Jun

I wrote this.  I still really like it.  And it is timely since Cole had kindergarten graduation yesterday.  Pictures to follow.

Hmmm

6 Jun

My mother recently told me that I have never thought I deserve to be happy.

I did not appreciate such a comment, mostly because it may possibly be true.

For those of you who are better at this than I, any advice?  All thoughts welcome.