Just a heads up, I'm taking a break from Stories in my Pocket this Saturday. My brain is a bit crowded right now with the issues of present day, so I'm going to put off my stroll down memory lane until next week.
- Curious George Gets a Spanking
- The Little Engine that Could if He Just Got off His Rear & Tried For Once
- Obnoxious McMansion on the Prairie
- How Do Dinosaurs Go Extinct? (The sequel of course, to How Do Dinosaurs Get Well Soon)
- The Cat in the Vat
- Green Eggs and Spam
- Goodnight SOON (The please let it be bedtime soon book for new parents)
- Bread and Spam for Frances
- Guess How Much I love You. Nope! Guess Again!
- A Stew for Mr. McGregor: Peter Rabbit Learns the Hard Way
- Dora Gets Lost (Adios Amiga!)
- The Big (Gas Guzzlin', Rootin' Tootin' Polutin') Truck Book
We just returned from a week of vacation. A REAL one. The kind that left me relaxed and refreshed and possibly ten pounds heavier. The kind where even a glass half empty person such as myself can't complain. Because the glass we're talking about was poolside, crackling with ice, lime and mint, and quite easily refilled.
The grass bordering the highway swayed tamed and trimmed as we whirred past it with eight working wheels. But up close, as I trudged toward the overpassing country road knee-deep in blades, it was wild and overgrown. The unseen possibilities of snakes or spiders on my sandaled feet spurred a hurried, jumpy gait.
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"Oh yahyess, you've just gotta go up to Fort Seeuhl. There's mountin climbin' and you can see like five states awahyee," the old temp bubbled on about the day trips I'd just hafta take during my short stay in Texas.
He dreamed; I schemed. He birthed wild ideas and I named them in obstacles. He dug up possibilities, and I buried them under the reasons why not. So when he refused to be bound by my carefully constructed limits--the kind that prevent failure and success--it was a profound act of leadership. But it would be years before I saw it as such.
"So that girl from work was telling me about Fort Seal--just a short drive from here. She said there's some great hiking and views. Maybe we could do some bouldering and take a picnic or something." I suggested.
It took us a few tries to find the landmark. "Oh, she must have meant Fort Sill. Yeah, let's go Saturday. I've got the day off." Larry agreed.
Armed with travel mugs, trail mix and a sense of adventure, we sputtered north. Thirty minutes passed and still nothing but red dust rose from the horizon. We laughed at the hoards of prairie dogs popping up randomly along the side of the road and wondered when the silhouette of the mountains might make an appearance.
A short while later we pulled into the lot and exchanged "oh well" looks as we set off to make the best of a disappointing outing.
On the way home, after another unsuccessful attempt to convince my only friend in the vast state of Texas to delve into a literary criticism of The Mill on the Floss, my husband suggested a remedy.
He was wise well before I called it wisdom. He knew from the start he couldn't meet my every need, that marriage was not a cure all.
Nothing was as I had pictured it. I earned minimum wage at a factory while my college loans loomed. I married my best friend and never felt lonelier than when he couldn't relate. And those blasted mountains were just rocky foothills.
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In the Tuesdays Unwrapped series, Emily asks, "Where is the gift today?" and invites us to share what big and important moments we've discovered hiding in the small and ordinary. As you can surmise from my mothery blubbery above, I found my gift in the form of fingerprints.
I had no idea my superhero alter ego was going to come in so handy. With randomness as her super power, there really is no stopping her (and no shortage of topics she can tackle). So here we go (again):
- My friend Heather is a big cheese over at Bloggers Annex and she waved her magic wand, and poof, I'm famous! Okay, not even remotely famous, but I was featured. So mosey on over there if you wish.
- On Friday, my crazy "I'm not ready for Kindergarten!" rant will be featured as part of the Dose of Humor column at 5 Minutes for Parenting. So now there are TWO places on the world wide web that are publishing
the crap I writemy lovely work. (So now can I call myself famous? Famously delusion, perhaps).
- It's Children's Book Week and my friend Danielle is hosting a little sale on Barefoot Books, offering a great line of literature that your children (or grandchildren!) will love.
- Our Stories in my Pocket series continues on Saturday, so get those posts ready! Thanks so much to you who joined me in our first week! It really was a treat to read your stories. If you intended to join last week, but didn't get a chance, please know you can jump in at any time. And remember, you can recycle an old post or write a new one. Mister Linky should be up by Friday night or Saturday morning. See you then!
My daughter is determined to make the sun look lazy. And that's no easy task considering the longitude in which we live. (Please pause while I put on my Farmer's Almanac hat and reveal that the sun rose today at 5:30 a.m., and that we live just a hop, skip and a comfortable car ride from the first place in the United States where the sun can be caught stretching its rays in preparation for the dawning of day).
I find myself wishing that early bird perks extended beyond worms. Because really, I don't see what the big deal is about getting the worm anyway. It's not like we eat them (unless of course, nobody likes us and everybody hates us, which I sincerely hope is not the case here.)
I want to believe that buried somewhere in the innumerable predawn moments I share with my daughter, there is an ordinary moment itching to become extraordinary, a sleepy moment begging to be sweet, a foggy moment ready to be burned clear into dawn.
Perhaps there is more to this early bird thing than just worms. A whole lot more.
Thanks to Emily for hosting Tuesdays Unwrapped and in doing so, reminding me that these ordinary moments are totally worth waking for!
- "If dogs don't have tails, how will people know they're happy?"
- "That dog looks like a squirrel. I'm not so sure he's a dog." (Said of a yippy little squirrel-colored dog at the beach, within earshot of the owner. And to the squirrel-dog's owner, I have to say I'm sorry, dude, but it's true. Even my preschooler knows your dog looks dangerously close to a rodent).
- After hearing from his Dad that the french fries being served were made with a special ingredient called love, he replied, "I don't taste the love. Just potatoes." To which Dad replied, "Well, perhaps you haven't yet developed a discerning palate." To which Caed responded in his most condescending voice, "I don't think there is a discernin' pawwet OR love in here. They're just french fries, Dad."
- After biting into a cake ice cream cone for the first time, he scrunched his nose and said, "This doesn't taste like food."
- After being told he was not to interrupt when Mommy & Daddy were talking, he said, "I wasn't saying 'Daddy' to you, I was talking to my car. My car is named 'Daddy.'" Then he tried to sell it by engaging in a little pretend play with Daddy the matchbox car.
- After being told not to open the trash cabinet, he replied, "I'm not opening it. My bad lightsaber is opening it." And yes, he had figured out a way to open the cabinet using nothing but a nerf lightsaber.
- "I can't remember. Does hair go in the recyclin' or the regular trash?" he queried as he dangled a strand over the open trash (which, just to be clear, was opened not by him, but by his evil lightsaber).
- "You better save some water for da whales, Mom! Or else they won’t have any place to live cuz you were washin’ dishes too much.” (This quote dates over a year ago, after he completed an Earth Day series at preschool. But it's a classic and a great excuse for leaving my dishes in the sink a bit longer.)
- "Wow, they really need to clean this place up. It's da'custing!", upon entering a public restroom. I couldn't have agreed with him more!
- "Dani, please puhlease get outa here. I need to have my peace. Ughh, this is not peaceful AT ALL." (Now he knows how Mommy feels).
Missing your Nana from far, far away?
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And only a Nana (our Nana!) would set aside her first cup of tea to field questions about donuts, (va)'cations, and whether or not the "Michigan 'Nonalds has a p'ayp'ace" during a 6 a.m. Skype press conference with these two junior reporters.