It's been so long since I posted; I almost forget how to write.
What can I say but that selling a house with an infant and toddler is the most insane thing a married couple can do. And yes, we're doing it. It's like we're purposely trying to make our lives harder or something. We're those people that create extra drama in their lives, like the friend who gets involved with a drug addict boyfriend or the sibling that starts dating a girl 11 years his senior before his divorce is finalized. Are we those people?? Gosh, I hope not!
However, if all goes well, we will sell our house, move into an apartment (ugh) and then finally move into a house made just for us. We've finalized all the eccentric nooks and crannies, add-ons here, deletions there... now let's sell this house and get a move on! (No pun intended.)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
These Eyes
Sometimes I look into my 2 1/2-year-old's eyes and wonder what the heck makes her tick. Maybe as her mom I should instinctively know this, but I don't. Cora has extremely bright blue eyes that are like shining ponds on her face. In fact, they're gorgeous, the kind of eyes I wish I had myself (although I do like my green eyes). Usually they look fantastically deep, almost endless. They're so deep that I cannot see in them what makes that girl do or say the things she does.
For example, the other day my 2-month-old was crying in her swing. Before I could do or say otherwise, Cora ran across the house to give the baby her pacifier regardless if that is really what the baby wanted at that time. I poked my head around the doorway to make sure Cora wasn't poking Adelle's eyes out or something. Cora had stopped the swing, held the pacifier near Adelle's mouth and said in a very authoritative tone, "You listen to Cora, okay?" I almost crumpled to my knees in laugther, but I held it in until I got to the kitchen where I could relay the story to my husband. Poor Adelle. She better be one to stand up for herself or else her big sister is going to use her like a puppet!
Many times Cora does things that are well beyond her years. For instance, she can solve big puzzles (for her age) and fold washcloths perfectly. She can operate a computer and mouse with great ease, and I joke that she's going online to solve world peace. If only she could read!
I've tried looking into those eyes of hers, those blue wells, to see if I can figure out how that brain works. Maybe if I keep looking hard enough, I'll be able to see the gears turning and those neurons firing or something. I haven't had any luck yet.
For example, the other day my 2-month-old was crying in her swing. Before I could do or say otherwise, Cora ran across the house to give the baby her pacifier regardless if that is really what the baby wanted at that time. I poked my head around the doorway to make sure Cora wasn't poking Adelle's eyes out or something. Cora had stopped the swing, held the pacifier near Adelle's mouth and said in a very authoritative tone, "You listen to Cora, okay?" I almost crumpled to my knees in laugther, but I held it in until I got to the kitchen where I could relay the story to my husband. Poor Adelle. She better be one to stand up for herself or else her big sister is going to use her like a puppet!
Many times Cora does things that are well beyond her years. For instance, she can solve big puzzles (for her age) and fold washcloths perfectly. She can operate a computer and mouse with great ease, and I joke that she's going online to solve world peace. If only she could read!
I've tried looking into those eyes of hers, those blue wells, to see if I can figure out how that brain works. Maybe if I keep looking hard enough, I'll be able to see the gears turning and those neurons firing or something. I haven't had any luck yet.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Draining and Mowing
I mowed the grass last night, and as I sat on the John Deere creating vertical stripes in the grass, I thought of all sorts of things I might write in this blog. Now they're all gone, like a fart in the wind. I sit here trying to think of what to say, desperately fighting to stay awake (long day/evening with new baby yesterday). Why does that always happen (mind going blank, not the fussy baby)?
Maybe it's the stale work environment I'm in right now: boring desk, boring music, dim lights, muffled voices from the hallway. Not exactly the kind of stuff that inspires creativity. In fact, it might actually drain creativity, like a parasite or the turkey baster I use to suck grease out of the skillet of ground beef.
The worst part about mowing the grass is doing the ditches next to the road. The incline is about 30 degrees up to the road and I always feel like I'm going to flip the lawnmower over. There's nothing warm and fuzzy about feeling like a large metal tank with a rapidly rotating razor blade is going to roll on top of you. Granted, the blade would stop rotating once I fell off the seat, but that still doesn't make me feel better.
Only 50 minutes until my lunch hour. I plan on scarfing down some left over lasagna and then passing out in my car. Kind of sad when that's going to be the highlight of my day. :)
Only 49 more minutes. . .
Amber
Maybe it's the stale work environment I'm in right now: boring desk, boring music, dim lights, muffled voices from the hallway. Not exactly the kind of stuff that inspires creativity. In fact, it might actually drain creativity, like a parasite or the turkey baster I use to suck grease out of the skillet of ground beef.
The worst part about mowing the grass is doing the ditches next to the road. The incline is about 30 degrees up to the road and I always feel like I'm going to flip the lawnmower over. There's nothing warm and fuzzy about feeling like a large metal tank with a rapidly rotating razor blade is going to roll on top of you. Granted, the blade would stop rotating once I fell off the seat, but that still doesn't make me feel better.
Only 50 minutes until my lunch hour. I plan on scarfing down some left over lasagna and then passing out in my car. Kind of sad when that's going to be the highlight of my day. :)
Only 49 more minutes. . .
Amber
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Artsy Fartsy
So this is my first ever entry for a blog, and although my mind races with a whitty narration at night before bed, I am completely void of anything to say at this moment. My husband convinced to me to start a blog to act as a sort of journal since I used to be an avid writer back in the day (that being high school and college). Now that I'm married and have two kids (a toddler and newborn), finding the time and energy to get out my creative writing urges is harder to do. But this blogging thing seems a little less time-consuming than getting out the paper and pen, so perhaps I will restart my writing engines once again on a more permanent basis.
My biggest question is: will anyone ever read this? And then my second question is: does that really matter? It would be nice to have comments on any thoughts or ideas I may put forth here, but if this blog fails to be noticed by anyone other than me, perhaps just the exercise of writing and getting out my thoughts is all this blog needs to do. At any rate, if you are reading this and do want to comment, please do so -- I don't want to scare anyone away!
So what is this blog all about then? Maybe I should give a quick background on me in case anyone other than friends or family happens to come across this page (probably by mistake!). At this time, I am 27 years old. I have been married for 7 years to a wonderful husband and best friend, James, and we have two daughters: Cora is 2 1/2 and Adelle is just 6 weeks. By trade, I am a CT technologist (AKA x-ray tech or CAT scan tech for the lay person) and I work 2 days a week. I spend my remaining 3 workdays taking care of my kids. And if anyone says that's not work, they obviously haven't done it!
My husband says I'm "artsy fartsy" although I've always reserved that term for truly eccentric, artistic folks. When I tell him that, he just looks at me like, "Hello! That's what you are!" I don't find myself to be that eccentric, but then again I do say or do some weird things from time to time. Maybe that's where he's coming from. He's a pretty honest guy so I guess I should just go with what he says. Afterall, only an outsider can give a good opinion on how others perceive you. So with that, I'm artsy fartsy... I like to write, play the violin and piano (one day learn the guitar), listen to music, get lost in movies, etc. Sometimes I paint but I haven't had time to do that in... well... 2 1/2 years.
My greatest ambition would be to write either a novel or children's book. Again, my husband is good at trying to push me to do this, but it's a lot harder than just sitting down and writing a bunch of words on a piece of paper. Of course I use the excuse of not having time since becoming a mom, but that excuse will only last another 18 years or so. What will I say then? My strawberry plants need me??
So that's it for now seeing as this entry seems long... and I'm currently at work writing it!
~ Amber
My biggest question is: will anyone ever read this? And then my second question is: does that really matter? It would be nice to have comments on any thoughts or ideas I may put forth here, but if this blog fails to be noticed by anyone other than me, perhaps just the exercise of writing and getting out my thoughts is all this blog needs to do. At any rate, if you are reading this and do want to comment, please do so -- I don't want to scare anyone away!
So what is this blog all about then? Maybe I should give a quick background on me in case anyone other than friends or family happens to come across this page (probably by mistake!). At this time, I am 27 years old. I have been married for 7 years to a wonderful husband and best friend, James, and we have two daughters: Cora is 2 1/2 and Adelle is just 6 weeks. By trade, I am a CT technologist (AKA x-ray tech or CAT scan tech for the lay person) and I work 2 days a week. I spend my remaining 3 workdays taking care of my kids. And if anyone says that's not work, they obviously haven't done it!
My husband says I'm "artsy fartsy" although I've always reserved that term for truly eccentric, artistic folks. When I tell him that, he just looks at me like, "Hello! That's what you are!" I don't find myself to be that eccentric, but then again I do say or do some weird things from time to time. Maybe that's where he's coming from. He's a pretty honest guy so I guess I should just go with what he says. Afterall, only an outsider can give a good opinion on how others perceive you. So with that, I'm artsy fartsy... I like to write, play the violin and piano (one day learn the guitar), listen to music, get lost in movies, etc. Sometimes I paint but I haven't had time to do that in... well... 2 1/2 years.
My greatest ambition would be to write either a novel or children's book. Again, my husband is good at trying to push me to do this, but it's a lot harder than just sitting down and writing a bunch of words on a piece of paper. Of course I use the excuse of not having time since becoming a mom, but that excuse will only last another 18 years or so. What will I say then? My strawberry plants need me??
So that's it for now seeing as this entry seems long... and I'm currently at work writing it!
~ Amber
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