4.30.2008
A Meme to Get Me Out of My Blogging Funk
Niksmom so kindly tagged me for this meme, thus bringing to end my 7 week blog silence.
5 things found in your bag
1. A laminated card of Jesus- I was strolling through town one day about 8 years ago when I stumbled upon Jesus. He stared at me unwaveringly from a laminated card that had been propped up against the curb, as if waiting for me. I stared back, pondering my next move. I quickly glanced around and picked up the card. On the back, a quote: "Lord, Help me to remember that nothing is going to happen to me today that You and I together can't handle." The card has been with me everyday since I found it.
2. Epi-Pen for Annie's mild walnut allergy, just in case.
3. 2 mismatched socks, courtesy of Little Fella's fondness for removing his socks and tossing them wherever he sees fit.
4. My calendar/planner that I would be lost without.
5. Crumbs.
5 favorite things in your room
(Right now I am in my family room.)
1. My new couch- Back in November we special-ordered a couch. What should have taken a maximum of 6 weeks ended up taking 11 weeks. Very long story short, our long awaited couch arrived covered in a hideous brown and green paisley material that no sane person would ever order. I refused the couch, had my money refunded, went to a different salesperson, and bought a different couch. 3 days later it was delivered, and it is fabulous.
2. My new laptop- My darling husband decided if I was going to spend so much time on the computer it might be a good idea to purchase a laptop so we could at least sit next to each other on said couch. So we sit here, side by side. He reads the paper, I read blogs.
3. My fireplace- The one thing we did not like about our house when we bought it was that it did not have a fireplace. We had a gas fireplace installed shortly after we moved in. My husband and my father-in-law built the mantle that surrounds the fireplace themselves.
4. Pictures I took of the girls at the beach.
5. A picture of Gonzo and I walking through the Virgin River on our cross-country trip 10 years ago.
5 things you have always wanted to do
1. Run a 5K.
2. Go to Hawaii.
3. Own a beach house.
4. Get organized.
5. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
5 things you are currently into
1. Running.
2. Reading blogs.
3. Lost.
4. Driving all over creation for playdates, dance class, school, etc.
5. Going out on dates with my husband.
5 people you'd like to tag
Amy, Lori, Kristen, Maddy, Tulipmom
5 things found in your bag
1. A laminated card of Jesus- I was strolling through town one day about 8 years ago when I stumbled upon Jesus. He stared at me unwaveringly from a laminated card that had been propped up against the curb, as if waiting for me. I stared back, pondering my next move. I quickly glanced around and picked up the card. On the back, a quote: "Lord, Help me to remember that nothing is going to happen to me today that You and I together can't handle." The card has been with me everyday since I found it.
2. Epi-Pen for Annie's mild walnut allergy, just in case.
3. 2 mismatched socks, courtesy of Little Fella's fondness for removing his socks and tossing them wherever he sees fit.
4. My calendar/planner that I would be lost without.
5. Crumbs.
5 favorite things in your room
(Right now I am in my family room.)
1. My new couch- Back in November we special-ordered a couch. What should have taken a maximum of 6 weeks ended up taking 11 weeks. Very long story short, our long awaited couch arrived covered in a hideous brown and green paisley material that no sane person would ever order. I refused the couch, had my money refunded, went to a different salesperson, and bought a different couch. 3 days later it was delivered, and it is fabulous.
2. My new laptop- My darling husband decided if I was going to spend so much time on the computer it might be a good idea to purchase a laptop so we could at least sit next to each other on said couch. So we sit here, side by side. He reads the paper, I read blogs.
3. My fireplace- The one thing we did not like about our house when we bought it was that it did not have a fireplace. We had a gas fireplace installed shortly after we moved in. My husband and my father-in-law built the mantle that surrounds the fireplace themselves.
4. Pictures I took of the girls at the beach.
5. A picture of Gonzo and I walking through the Virgin River on our cross-country trip 10 years ago.
5 things you have always wanted to do
1. Run a 5K.
2. Go to Hawaii.
3. Own a beach house.
4. Get organized.
5. Figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
5 things you are currently into
1. Running.
2. Reading blogs.
3. Lost.
4. Driving all over creation for playdates, dance class, school, etc.
5. Going out on dates with my husband.
5 people you'd like to tag
Amy, Lori, Kristen, Maddy, Tulipmom
3.12.2008
Coming Home
Last night marked my return to the running world. Butterflies danced around my stomach with the thought of running again after a near 3 year hiatus. Any thoughts of self-doubt quickly dissapated the moment I laced up my too-new-looking shoes. Slipping into those shoes was like being enveloped in the familiar embrace of an old friend.
The class consisted of a diverse bunch ranging from non-runners to those who had a marathon or two under their belt. Most of us, though, were runners who, for various reasons, had fallen out of touch with running. The class was an opportunity to become reacquainted with the sport, a promise of new beginnings. Once a runner, always a runner.
My feet hit the pavement, surprisingly quick and light. I found my pace, lulled into a zone by the rhythmic cadence of my steps and breathing. 2 breaths in, 2 breaths out.
I can. Do this.
I can. Do this.
I can. Do this.
It was, in a word, exhilarating. Like coming home. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was not running away from the demons that were chasing me, desperately trying to escape. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was running toward something.
The class consisted of a diverse bunch ranging from non-runners to those who had a marathon or two under their belt. Most of us, though, were runners who, for various reasons, had fallen out of touch with running. The class was an opportunity to become reacquainted with the sport, a promise of new beginnings. Once a runner, always a runner.
My feet hit the pavement, surprisingly quick and light. I found my pace, lulled into a zone by the rhythmic cadence of my steps and breathing. 2 breaths in, 2 breaths out.
I can. Do this.
I can. Do this.
I can. Do this.
It was, in a word, exhilarating. Like coming home. And for the first time in my life, I felt like I was not running away from the demons that were chasing me, desperately trying to escape. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was running toward something.
3.04.2008
The Things I See
She bursts into the dance studio and sings at the top of her lungs, "Hi, Miss Teresa!" She only hears Miss Teresa's words, "Hi, Kate. Put your bag down and get in line." What she doesn't hear is the less-than-enthused tone of the reply, the annoyance in her voice.
But I do.
She needs to be reminded several times to pay attention, follow directions, stay with the group. She doesn't see the exasperated look on the teacher's face.
But I do.
She shows a coveted toy to the group during sharing time. Her words come out disjointed, fragmented. The teacher feigns interest and asks her a question she does not know how to answer. She doesn't see the look of disdain on the teacher's face.
But I do.
She patiently waits her turn to try a new step across the floor. She does it wrong, the entire way. She doesn't notice that the teacher doesn't bother to help her.
But I do.
She is the last one to emerge from the room, no doubt because the contents of her bag must be arranged in a particular order. She doesn't see the impatience in the teacher's hurried movements as she quickly brushes past her.
But I do.
And I wish I didn't.
But I do.
She needs to be reminded several times to pay attention, follow directions, stay with the group. She doesn't see the exasperated look on the teacher's face.
But I do.
She shows a coveted toy to the group during sharing time. Her words come out disjointed, fragmented. The teacher feigns interest and asks her a question she does not know how to answer. She doesn't see the look of disdain on the teacher's face.
But I do.
She patiently waits her turn to try a new step across the floor. She does it wrong, the entire way. She doesn't notice that the teacher doesn't bother to help her.
But I do.
She is the last one to emerge from the room, no doubt because the contents of her bag must be arranged in a particular order. She doesn't see the impatience in the teacher's hurried movements as she quickly brushes past her.
But I do.
And I wish I didn't.
2.29.2008
Quarantine
You do not want to come within a 5-mile radius of my house. It's not pretty, folks. Right now my best friend is a bottle of Lysol that I have obsessively sprayed on virtually every surface in this place in hopes that the vapors will kill off any stray viruses that might have seeped into my body after being vomited on 4 times between 3 children. It's only a matter of time before one of us big people joins the others. Wish us luck.
2.22.2008
Snow Day
I watch her from my position in the front door. She is a pile of pink punctuating the white blanket covering the ground. She lay motionless, on her back, eyes turned toward the heavens, arms and legs splayed from her body in neat 45 degree angles. She maintains her position for a minute or so before standing up to inspect her handiwork. Pleased with her creation, she dances several steps to the side and flops down again. This routine continues, unchanged. Eventually she spies me, waves, and calls out, "I makedid 25 snow angels!" Sure enough, 25 small body prints lined the yard, side-by-side. 25 snow angels created by my little angel.
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