Wednesday, July 30, 2008

No Whamies!

Have I ever mentioned my human equivalent to a rabbit's foot key chain?

Ever since I married Paris I've won every raffle or random luck drawing I've entered (with the inconvenient exception of the HGTV dream house.) After 23 years of never winning Bingo or raffles this is quite fun.

It's conditional, though - I only win if he's with me. And only if he says, "Monkey Dust" in the way I find so endearing if it means I win a mountain bike from a local radio station in front of Walmart, but that I abhor when it's applied against me in Parcheesi.

And so it is with excitement, hope and a little Monkey Dust that I give you the link to Tricia's fantastic book blog. She's giving away a copy of a book called An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken.

I haven't read it, and I fear checking it out from the library could reverse the Monkey Dust. So here's the description:

"This is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending," writes Elizabeth McCracken in her powerful, inspiring memoir. A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster.

But suddenly she fell in love, got married, and two years ago was living in a remote part of France, working on her novel, and waiting for the birth of her first child.

This book is about what happened next. In her ninth month of pregnancy, she learned that her baby boy had died. How do you deal with and recover from this kind of loss? Of course you don't--but you go on. And if you have ever experienced loss or love someone who has, the company of this remarkable book will help you go on.With humor and warmth and unfailing generosity, McCracken considers the nature of love and grief. She opens her heart and leaves all of ours the richer for it.

Wish me luck, and check back on my mom's birthday (Oct. 7th) to see if Paris comes through. Big money, no whamies!

Monday, July 28, 2008

Note to Mom and Kathryn...

I just noticed a note on about... Returns Tue Oct 14th 10/9c

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Happy 5th Birthday Atticus Jonah Boone!

4 was a big year for you; Preschool, books, sister, Avatar, Superwhy, Transformers, etc.

May 5 bring as much joy as you have brought to our family (tall order) is our prayer.

Monday, July 21, 2008

In the Corner of My Mind...

I thought this blog game looked fun. Please play, even if you don't post it on your blog.

Memory Game Rules...
1. Leave a comment on my blog of a memory that you and I have had together (it doesn't matter if you know me a little or a lot, just anything that you remember).
2. Re-post these instructions on your blog. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Thinking on Her Feet...

Ryan is enchanted by her feet lately.
It might be these ADORABLE flip flops. (Just what is it about baby shoes that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside anyway?)

Or the fact that when I put her into her sling she folds up with her feet up to her chin.

Or maybe she's just bored.
Whatever the reason, I'm grateful. When we found ourselves at the water park with no pacifier she got resourceful. Look closely...that's her TOE she's gumming.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Southern Problem Solving...

Atticus: Mom, can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?

Me: I don't know, we're running low on bread.

Atticus: It could be an okra-faced sandwich.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Freedom, Family, Friends, and Fireworks...

I love this time of year. There's something about freedom, family, friends and fireworks that makes the 4th the best!

We had a delightful cookout followed by fireworks. Most of us enjoyed the fireworks, but they were "Too noisy" for Wyatt. (Here Ryan and Cayd Russ sport the colors.)

We sang my favorite patriotic song yesterday in church, America the Beautiful. The third verse always touches me so:

Oh, beautiful for heroes proved in liberating strife, Who more than self their country loved, and mercy more than life!

I'm grateful to live in a country where we have agency to choose how and who we worship. I feel it's in keeping with Heavenly Father's plan, where agency is central. I'm grateful for the true heroes who have sacrificed for our freedom. I'm proud of my father and veteran ancestors from both Mom and Dad's sides of the family. I'm grateful for soldiers who now are fighting and for their families who let them go for the sake of others.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Plague, Pestilence, Flood and Famine...

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional. ~M. Kathleen Casey

I expected no food in the cupboards when we got home last night, after 4 weeks away in GA and house sitting.

I didn't expect the Florida bugs to send text messages out to everyone they knew to announce that the parents are out of town. (Especially since the house was sprayed con gusto before we left.)

Nor did I expect a limb to have busted a couple holes in the roof sometime during the crazy thunderstorms we've had the last couple days. There's a lot of sogginess, but nothing irreplaceable, thank goodness.

"Plague"is a bit of a stretch. But I am in the throws of an allergy attack paralleled only to my perennial attacks in the Central Valley from all the blooming farmland.

This post is to remind myself that I'm resilient. I'm going to "Whack Rats." (No, we don't have rats...It's from a book!) We'll take a Claritin, clean up the sogginess, light a fresh smelling candle, take a hot shower then hit the grocery store. Bad weeks come...And they go. We could certainly be faced with worse than we are right now.