Thursday, October 30, 2008
Well, at today's party I discovered a few things . . . like gender and names have absolutely nothing to do with each other.
His classmate Alex? He is a girl.
and Brooks? She is a boy.
Logan, turns out is a boy.
Camden is a boy.
Reagan is a boy,
but Carter,on the other hand, is a girl.
I have a headache.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
You know how sometimes you leave your car parked in the garage when your carpool picks you up at the house?
Well, this morning I forgot.
I got into the van, swung wide as I backed out of the garage, and rubbed my front bumper all along the driver side of your car.
You know how you liked that chicken cacciatore recipe I used a few months ago?
Well, that's what we're having for dinner tonight.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I closed my eyes and reached behind me to the bookcase. I pulled out the Dictionary. Not good . . . doesn't count. (FYI, fifth word on page 55 was animato.)
So I tried again. My hand located a romance novel that was tucked in the bottom shelf. Yikes! You wouldn't think that anything could happen so early in the book . . . but it does, and this is a family blog so I'm not sharing it with you.
Really, I'm not. Sheesh. (mental note: get rid of book)
This is not as easy as I thought it would be.
Then, my eye falls on The Dangerous Book for Boys, which is open face down on the floor. I pick it up. It's open to this chapter: Understanding Grammar: Transitive and Intransitive Verbs. Hmmm. My son has been having grammar woes, and I think it's funny that this is the book he has gone to for help.
Anyway . . . page 55, sentence number 5, and . . . okay. I am not making this up. The page has to do with Italy! Wow! Really, go check for yourself. Here's the sentence from a paragraph about Hannibal:
There. The third time was a charm. I knew I could do it!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
My husband is a mechanical engineer and is very precise with his drawings. He draws very well, but he is not fast. Once, when we were teammates during a game, I could not figure out what in the world he was drawing. Later, he explained that his drawing was a cross section of a 2 x 4. The word was plank.
You're probably wondering . . . what about drawing a pirate? or a pirate ship? or a board over water with sharks?
Exactly my point.
Here's another example. During an All Play this past Friday my husband and I (this time on opposite teams) had to draw the word glasses.
Here's my drawing:
Not only is my husband methodical with drawing, but he's the same way with speech. The man doesn't waste words. I, on the other hand, do not shut up, which works very well with this game. I guess and guess, throwing out words completely at random. I figure that more words = more chances of a correct guess. My husband? He'll take maybe two guesses; they're usually correct, but then someone has already shouted the answer.
And I wonder if there is an Italian Pictionary gene? If so, my sister has it, too. When the entire family gathers for a game, we are not allowed to be on the same team; she makes a dot on the paper and I'll say something completely random like Beluga Whale, and I'll be right. It makes our husbands most annoyed.
In all fairness to my husband, he may not be quick on the draw, but he does provide us with some good laughs . . . and that's what game night is all about, anyway.
But secretly, because it doesn't happen very often, I do enjoy the fact that for once, in this case, my competitive boys clamor to be on my team. And that's a really good feeling.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
"Tonight,I get the t.v.," I announce. "And I'm watching Dancing with the Stars."
It only takes three seconds, and I am completely and totally alone. Wearing my comfy pj's I stretch out on the couch and sigh contentedly. There's not a testosterone anything in sight.
Monday, October 13, 2008
What happened to Ariel?
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Today Laura posted about one of her favorite things . . . a vintage Lolly Pop box. She said she would rather have this one item from her childhood than any crystal or stemware, and I understand completely.
I believe that certain objects actually tell a story. When I walk through an antique store I am always drawn to objects that have been used: old farm equipment, or lace gloves, or a tattered quilt. These things seems to whisper their stories, and I love that. I can imagine a farmer's bowed shoulders as he hooks up this plow; a girl's excitement for her first dance as she pulls on those gloves; a young bride as she carefully unpacks that quilt from her hope chest.
I once bought a photo of a young woman wearing a dress from the 1800's, her hair piled on top of her head with a thick velvet ribbon. She had an interesting face . . . and I felt like I knew her. She is now propped in front of some books in our study, and I think of her as a distant relative.
So I totally understand Laura's attachment to a Lolly Pop box.
When I was a little girl I gave my Nonna a pink ceramic statue of a girl with outstretched arms. On the base was written "I love you this much", and when she passed away the statue came back to me. I had totally forgotten about it; in fact, I hadn't seen it in a long time, but I was so touched that Nonna had kept my little gift. Now it's one of my favorite things because it whispers to me that Nonna, by holding on to it all those years, loved me "this much".
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Today I received this in the mail . . . my first paycheck for writing articles!!! About a month ago I started writing for a Catholic organization that publishes monthly parish newletters across the country, and now I will get weekly assignments for which I will get paid. Getting the mail has never been so fun.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
"Guess what? Today I officially weighed in at 100 pounds. Doesn't that make me a man?"
I look at my son. He has spaghetti sauce on his cheek, his hair is sticking up in the back, his arms are like toothpicks, and he is talking with his mouth full. In other words, he is 100% boy.
My heart flip-flops, and I smile.
"You're the man," I reply.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
- Take a favorite photo and have several copies made (this was a photo taken of a fresco painted on a wall in an Italian Monastery).
- Place one photo in the middle of a piece of heavy paper.
- Cut the extra copies of the photo into shards...arrange them around the main photo so that the edges are straight.
- There. Instant mosaic...and when it's framed the sheen of the photo shards does make it look like pieces of tile.
Here's another example, except that I made several copies of a different photo (rose bushes) to use for the mosaic pieces.