Monthly Archives: June 2008

Friday June 27, 2008

We are home!

I am sitting at my desk surrounded by all of the usual post-travel rubble, but I don’t even care.  Tonight I’m still on vacation. The real world can just wait until the morning.

The boys were real champs the whole time we were gone.  We tucked them into bed at 8:00 tonight and they have been asleep since 8:07.

After four days and four nights of sleeping in, maid service, shopping, reading, and eating every meal out; I feel like the most pampered person on the planet.  It was great… but I think I’m ready to jump back into my normal routine.


The first night we ate at an authentic Texas B-B-Q place called The Saltlick.  We had ribs, potato salad, berry cobbler; the works!  I noticed when we walked in that most of the tables had fresh wild flowers arranged in funky cowboy boots. I was all set to get a picture of them, but as luck would have it we were not seated at a table with a cowboy boot arrangement.  I just didn’t have the guts to ask the family sitting next to us if they would mind leaning back so I could take a picture of their center piece.

The rumors are true.  Everything in Texas is bigger, including the boots.


The state capitol was only a few blocks from our hotel, so one night we wandered around taking pictures.  This building is approximately 15 feet taller than the U.S capitol, because… it’s Texas and it must be bigger (no, I did not measure! It may just be a rumor).

One afternoon I spent $5 to tour the Austin Museum of Art, and was really disappointed to discover the whole museum was featuring a collection of minimalist art.  Minimal art is my least favorite genre.  It manages to combine two things I dislike the most; pretentiousness and laziness. The philosophy behind minimal art is that the art itself is not as important as the idea or emotion that the it is supposed to represent.  Sometimes the artist chooses to explain what the art represents and sometimes they simply leave it to the viewer to interpret the meaning.  I stood and stared at a single red chalk line on a white piece of paper and wonder, “What could possibly be significant about this?” But maybe I’m just and uncultured philistine.

The concert was great!  We were only a few yards away from the stage.  The music was loud and fast.  We all raised our voices and sang along with the songs we knew, and cheered like crazy when we didn’t know the words.  I could feel the music thumping in my chest and my ears were ringing for a good 45 minutes afterwards!

It’s getting late and my bed is calling to me.

Sunday June 22, 2008

The boys have been bathed, read to, and put in bed.

The house has been picked up (one last load of dishes), our bags are packed and ready to go.

He did a little packing of his own.  Only the essentials of course!  Baby was lovingly shoved into the bag, along with foam letters, some sippy cups, a plastic sword, and his tool box. He should be ready for anything life throws at him.

After a day of packing, picking up, and taking care of dozens of loose ends… I am seriously tired. 

Good night.   See you all (or should I say ya’ll?) next week.

Thursday June 19, 2008

Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
and the pleasant land.

Thus the little minutes
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity.
-Julia A. Fletcher

I like moments like these


Thursday June 19, 2008

On a whim, I sat down and flipped through my Harper’s Book of Quotations.  I came across the category “Women” and I was curious.  I’m not sure how true some of these quotes are, but I thought they were interesting.  I must admit I occasionally prefer interesting to the truth.

Next to the wound, what women make best is the bandage. -Barbey d’Aurevilly

I dress for women- and I undress for men. -Angie Dickenson
(I cannot speak for the last part of this quote, but I always suspected the first to be true)

Women have simple tastes.  They get pleasure out of the conversation of children in arms and men in love.  -H.L. Mencken

The worst thing about work in the house or home is that whatever you do is destroyed, laid to waste or eaten within twenty-four hours.  -Lady Kasluck
(this totally describes my life)

If you make a woman laugh you can do anything with her.  -Nicol Williamson

A beautiful woman who is pleasing to men is good only for frightening fish when she falls in the water.  -Zen proverb
(I have no idea what this means but it made me laugh, and that’s good for something!)

A woman never sees what we do for her, she only sees what we don’t. -Georges Courteline
(I know I have made this mistake more than once)

From birth to 18 a girl needs good parents.  From 18 to 35, she needs good looks.  From 35 to 55, good personality.  From 55 on, she needs good cash.  I’m saving my money.  -Sophia Tucker
(it’s a relief to know I only have to worry about my looks for a few more years.  Let’s hope my personality holds up!)

Monday June 16, 2008

Normally we don’t do much for our anniversary, and this year was promising to be even less of a celebration than usual.  I found out that my husband would be away on a business trip to Austin TX. for four days and three nights right over June 24th.  He rarely has to take business trips so I try not to complain when they occasionally surface, but I was disappointed.

One of our favorite bands is located out of Austin (Reckless Kelly) so this morning, I did a quick search to see if they would be playing the week he was in town.  Not only are they playing on June 24th but it is a performance celebrating the official release of their new CD.

To make a long story short… this morning I was pouting because I would be all alone on our anniversary playing single parent to two rowdy boys, and this afternoon I have a plane ticket to Austin, two Reckless Kelly concert tickets, and a romantic get-away with my husband.  YEAH!!

I’m really excited but a little nervous about leaving the boys.  They will be in excellent hands (both sets of grandparents have stepped up to the plate), but I’ve never left either of them for longer than an over-night trip. I’m sure the boys will enjoy being spoiled and pampered as much as we will!

Friday June 13, 2008

Pink Cheeks

Brown Necks
Faces shining with SPF

Towels and swim trunks on the line

Purple, green and orange tongues

The Jayhawks are singing from the porch…
“…please don’t ask,
take my love and make it last,
please don’t ask,
take my hand and ease my worried mind.”

Thursday June 12, 2008

Jealous Kind

I built another temple to a stranger
I gave away my heart to a rushing wind
I set my course to run right into danger
Sought the company of fools instead of friends

You know I’ve been unfaithful
Lovers in line
While your turning over tables with the rage of a jealous kind
I chose the gallows for the aisle
Thought that love would never find
Hanging ropes will never keep you
And your rage of a jealous kind
Love of a jealous kind

Try to jump away from a rock that keeps on spreading
For solace in the shift of the sinking sand
I’d rather feel the pain all to familiar
Than be broken by a lover I don’t understand
Cause I don’t understand


One hundred other lovers, more, one hundred other altars
If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace
And a love that shames the wise, betrays the heart’s deceit and lies
And breaks the back of foolish pride.

I’ve been taught since I was a little girl, about idols and honoring God above all else.  None of that ever impacted me the way this song did.  His love for me is not passive.  He ‘s not just going to sit by and watch me give my affections away.  When I’m honest with myself I realize that I don’t understand the complexity of His love for me.

Tuesday June 10, 2008

For those of you who have not had the privilege of meeting him…

…this is my new nephew. He was born May 14th, 7lb. 10 oz., 18 inches long.
 He is a sweetie.
We (Jess, Katie and I) hosted lunch with some of the young mothers and women from B.C.F church, to celebrated his arrival. His Grandma and Aunts are all visiting from Kansas, so he is being showered with lots of hugs and kisses.

Monday June 9, 2008

There are days when being a stay-at-home mom is not fun.  At 8:30 this morning I would have told you that this was going to be one of those not-fun days.

Then we went outside and things got much better.  A garden hose, a wagon filled with water, and a muddy flower garden, entertained us all for the entire morning.  They ate good and are now sleeping soundly with their pink cheeks pressed into their pillows.

I think I’ll keep my day job.