Yesterday I was driving down N. Broad and I passed a dry cleaning place. The sign in front said:
IN THE REAR
WHILE YOU WAIT
Yesterday I was driving down N. Broad and I passed a dry cleaning place. The sign in front said:
IN THE REAR
WHILE YOU WAIT
Something is finally finished for the semester...preparing lectures. I'm SO glad!!! I whipped out one last Powerpoint this morning, taught this afternoon. Now I just have a practice listening session, which isn't something I really have to prepare for...it's more of a service to them since listening is as learned an art as reading, grading (right, just grading), and their final. But no more class preps! Woohoo! I also got the good news that I'm "on the books" for the fall for teaching. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it or not, but it's nice to feel like not a complete failure at my first venture into teaching on my own. I love the place where I've been teaching. It's a really great place to work. I hope in the future I can find other places like it.
Today I thought I'd kill a little time waiting for traffic to dilute itself a bit and pop around the outlet mall, which is on my way home and a convenient stopping point for bathroom break/snack purchase/very expensive fuel for my car purchase (what is it with these gas prices!?!?).
I never have had a reason to go into the little kid clothes stores before, so I thought I'd scope out the terrain a bit, seeing as I'm entering a new phase of life. I first hit Osh Kosh, because I wanted to find some jeans. Nothing. I'm not paying $12 for jeans for a little kid, even more so that didn't even snap on the inside of the legs even if that price was 50% off (no kidding!). Furget it.
Next stop, though, jackpot! The Children's Place is having incredible sales!! Racks and racks of winter things for $1.99!! I stocked up on a few sweaters/fleeces/wool pants/fleecy pants. I'm the type that never expects to find a good shopping deal (partly because I never shop and don't really like it), so I'm doubly excited that I actually found a deal. This is a national retail chain, so I imagine they have the same sale in all their stores...or at least their outlet stores. Thought I'd share the love (and my excitement).
I feel a little phantom student-ish...slinking on and off campus as late and early as possible. Like I keep saying...school just needs to disappear. I have actually talked to a couple of profs, though, so now I don't have to avoid them anymore.
Yesterday I had another teaching observation for the class I've been teaching at local uni. Usually I don't mind being observed, knowing that it's a good opportunity to get some good feedback, but yesterday I was pretty nervous...though eventually found my groove. Perhaps it's because I knew this was the last chance I would get for an observation. Still some things to work on, but I'm beginning to work out new teacher kinks so that's encouraging. My style flows a bit better, and I'm handling class discussion better, which were two key areas I've been working on improving. My observer gave me some helpful suggestions, encouragments, and criticisms.
I'm very tired. I haven't been sleeping well at all. It kind of frustrates me, though, because soon enough, I'll be waking up for Elvis, so I want to sleep now while I still can. During the day Elvis's gymnastics...well, it's hard to focus on anything else, because they are so vivid and never stop. I'm glad he's so strong, but this blessed strength is hurting me.
May 13 is my target date. The date when I need to have all the scraps of stuff written to finish off this semester. It would be nice to go retreat somewhere with no distractions, no outside worries, nobody else to think of and just write and sleep and eat for a few days. I haven't finished a thing yet this semester. Just maintaining status quo has been something of a challenge.
This has been a really trying past few months. I feel like a few sentences of summary won't do justice to the gravity of everything we've been going through. Sometimes I wish we were just having a baby. We've been thinking through a lot questions. Many difficult decisions have yet to be made.
But some questions are starting to get answered. More to follow...
First, our church probably won't last the month of May. We've been working hard at an OPC mission work here. We've been blessed greatly with good preaching and good fellowship, but some factors have come into play that have necessitated its door's closing. It makes us very sad. As many of you know, our committment to this church has been the number one reason we've been in NOLA this long. It's why we didn't leave when Chris left grad school. It's why I drive 85 miles each way for my grad school...and go to a school that wouldn't have been my top choice (though it also has many good qualities that commends itself to me). God's Word does not come back void. And it has been preached here. God will bring Himself glory in the way He sees fit. So I don't think the years here have been wasted.
Without a church community--or any community really--it's very difficult to think of having a baby in the middle summer. It's not exactly the situation I would've dreamed of having my first baby, in a communal void. So we've come to the decision to spend the summer in Philly with Chris's parents and mine close by. We have logistics to work out as far as insurance and doctor changing is concerned. I think our family would come to NOLA to help us if we stayed, but it's a much better use of everyone's resources if we go up there. We've been far from family for a long time, and haven't spent much time up there in recent years. It'll be good to reconnect and then to have their help and support and fellowship when we have the baby. Leaving NOLA for the hot months doesn't sound too bad, now, does it? Sounds like the best of both worlds. :-)
There are more questions. Like, where did all my energy go and how am I going to finish the semester without it? and other big ones. But since we don't have answers, we'll keep waiting and trusting. In the meantime, though, it's nice to have a faint glimmer of answer in the air after months of struggles and questions. Somehow "42" just doesn't cut it in the end.
I know, I know. Ohio, etc. really has something to complain about with a freak snowstorm when it's almost May.
But we here in s. Louisiana are having a moment. You see, a cold and rainy front is here today. It's actually down to 70 degrees. Brrr. People are walking around bundled in scarves and sweaters. Please, feel sorry for us! It's such a miserable, cold day! At least it's not too cold to lose the flip-flops.
I don't know why I'm getting into the entries that are snippets of thoughts here and there; perhaps that's how my brain is thinking at the moment. Like popcorn.
* Last Thursday I taught Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring. I showed a video of the Joffrey ballet's reconstruction of the original performance/choreography of Nijinksy--the performance that caused a riot that fateful day in 1913. It is so striking. I never get tired of it. It was interesting to hear the students' reactions; how surprised they were about how disturbing and violent it was to even them. It is about human sacrifice, after all. After class one of my students came up to me and mentioned that she had actually studied with the Joffrey Ballet and had danced some of Nijinsky's choreography! that was so cool. I wish I had known earlier, I would've asked her some stuff. She said that she and her friends used to joke that these were the "ugly ballets". The forms and movements are very angular and unnatural, but they fit so well with the music. Stravinksy must be seen. (The other thing she said which blew me away and made my day was that this class was her favorite! could I actually be making sense?) So, now two recordings I definitely want to get for pedagogical purposes is the DVD of the reconstruction of the first performance of Monteverdi's Orfeo and the video (is it out on dvd?) "Paris Dances Diaghilev."
* I had a crazy day on Thursday taking care of the Curly-heads. I was so pooped by the end of the day. I have the utmost respect for their mama. I've been making supper and taking it over every evening since. Then we just eat with them and chat a bit. It's fun holding the baby, though my baby doesn't like it when I'm hanging out with other babies, because he starts kicking at them. Guess he doesn't like his style cramped at all.
* By 8 am it's 80 degrees. Lovin' it! Due to the fact that summer is officially here, I had to get some shorts. I stopped by Old Navy and had a lousy experience and spent waaaay more than I had originally intended. Sale items were at a low. I was kind of perturbed, because the only maternity shorts on sale were ones for only the first two trimesters. Exploiting the poor pregnant women! I just had a bad day in Old Navy. I was so hot and so tired that when I needed a different size, I just asked the sales associate to find it for me. He forgot about me. Granted, he was swamped, but still. I sat there on the little bench in the dressing room and just burst into tears (very quietly, of course). I felt ridiculous, and then there's this big mirror in there, so I could see myself crying, which made me cry more! Eventually I pulled myself together and went out and asked him if he had been able to find what I needed. He had found only one; I went to the rack and promptly found the other. :-S I also got a very cute red sweater on clearance for the Curly Head baby (and I grabbed on for Elvis, too) and a pair of lightweight linen pants. It gets so hot here that by July I don't even bother with jeans anymore; I find them too hot. Maybe if we had decent a/c I could...
* Today is much better. Lovin' my laptop. Sitting in bed in front of the a/c unit getting some good work done.
* Congratulations to Bob and Michelle and Caleb! Can we say big brother?
* You may have noticed a few things from the pictures of my three curly-headed friends. What is most striking initially is their shared point of beauty in having curly goldilocks. The next thing you might notice is that they're all girls. Three curly-headed girls. Well, folks, last night Curly-Head #4 entered the world, and it's a boy!!! I totally called it!! We only got to see him through the nursery window briefly last night as we took the girls for a quick hello to their mama and new baby brother. He doesn't have much in the way of hair right now, but chances are good that it will be blond and curly. So these next few days will be full of Curly-headed Fun for me.
* I think I felt my first Braxton Hicks yesterday. I was running all over campus and then when I sat down for lunch, I felt an uncomfortable tightening that felt like it couldn't be a kick or a jive or a boy lodged in a weird place. Later it occurred to me that that's what it could be, and after checking the book, it's one of things one can expect in the seventh month.
Ripped off of several blogs I've read today. What can I say? enjoy a good trend.
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I haven't really been blogging about it, and partly because I haven't been keeping up with it as much as I would've liked. The papal death and election have been really interesting; especially since the conclave was essentially invented during my time period of specialization. It's not everyday one gets to witness a papal election, so it's been really exciting to follow at least a little bit.
There had been some musings about a S. American or African being elected, but the conclave has chosen a German cardinal, who has taken the name Benedict XVI. Good name. I really haven't had a chance to find out anything about him, but this comment (especially taken out of context and used for other purposes) from the cnn report amused me, "It seems that he is too conservative. Hopefully the Holy Spirit can help him change." ha! If there are complaints that he is conservative, that's probably a good thing; he is then probably cautious in theological matters, which is also good. It'll be interesting to see what these next few years will bring.
Yesterday I didn't even go up to BR. I had my routine glucose test and dr's appt, so I didn't feel much like rushing to school afterwards, esp not knowing how long the test (and waiting to be seen) would take. It ended up not being too bad. And, you know what, I kind of like the orange drink, but then I've always been a fan of orange soda. Though I think it made me a bit woozy initially. But then maybe that's just getting the orange stuff in Louisiana. Anyway, everything checked up as normal as could possibly be, which is a big blessing. I'll have to wait and see what the glucose test comes back as, but I'm not too worried.
Well, this week starts the final stretch--the third trimester. For the most part, I'm feeling pretty good, though starting to feel a bit cumbersome with the whole belly thing. At the same time it's a little annoying yet cracks me up. Like switching which side I'm sleeping on, which entails this conscious haul of all of me over.
And I'm much more tired. Going to Baton Rouge (85 miles each way) especially really takes it out of me. I'm stressed about what remains in the school year, which seems so little and inconsequential in light of all this other stuff I'm trying to take care of. For instance, we've had a lot of church responsibilities creep up on us lately, which blows resting on Sunday (I mean, still keeping the Sabbath, just working for the church rather than curling up in a selfish nap), and that really affects my week. And there's just a lot of other things. (Sorry to be so cryptic. Not really blogging about x, y, and z at the moment.)
So where do I find myself at the beginning of the last lap? 1) Feeling a little bit like pregnancy is forever and is getting more uncomfy. Also getting kicked like crazy, which actually sometimes hurts. But I'm glad he's strong enough to pack those punches. Watching my belly ripple along with movements also serves as all the evening entertainment I need. 2) Facing a lot in the way of Life. School just needs to disappear for a few months so that I can deal with it.
* Panic over a few last minute TA things today resolved fine. My prof I work for is impeccable!! The model professor. (And I say that with all admiration and aspiration.) But sometimes I panic, because I am not impeccable. But today ended without the horribleness I had been envisioning.
* Morning started with me sniveling over my work. Tired of driving, but in BR anyway. I cried again at the end of Berg's Wozzeck, which the prof showed in class. What's going to happen to the little boy?!
* After kind of a blah discussion on my favorite essay about musicology (I thought everyone would love it) at Packed-Lunch Club, had a nice chat and coffee with Impeccable Prof, who is probably the most encouraging prof.
I was disappointed about the discussion today. I felt like we were talking in circles, missing the point of the essay half the time, which essentially was about getting beyond critical circles, though recognizing the value of being critical. And at the core, musicologists and theorists really are completely different, which is fine...I guess I make up for lack of other musicology students since I'm so opinionated.
* must finish papers.
* yawn. having trouble sleeping. and feel very unpretty.
* This drive to Baton Rouge three times a week wears me out more than ever. I can't believe they expect me to think, too.
* I love grading footnotes and bibliographies. Maybe it's Evil Me that relishes it so. "Ha! You forgot a period at the end of an entry!!" Or Snobbish Me that peppers the bottoms of peppers with chapter and verse citations from Kate (I know them by heart: e.g. use of Ibid.--Turabian 8.85; proper abbreviations of states--Tur. 2.13.) What I really like about grading footnotes and bibliographies is that it's objective. There is an agreed upon standard (Kate--we're on a first name basis), and all I have to do is make sure this standard is met. Kate is simple and straightforward (I personally consult Chicago for my own work, but for undergrads Kate is wonderful, not to mention more portable). I don't have to agonize about grammar, thesis support, do they even have a thesis!? I just mark, mark, mark..."comma, period, no space here, eight spaces there". Beautiful. I may even find it somewhat relaxing. So much so that it actually put me to sleep last night.
* I'm writing an interesting paper right now: translating part of a dictionary of musical terms written by a theorist in the 15th c. There is a series of terms that's sort of a taxonomy of cantus. I have spent a good deal of time just looking up words in dictionaries, lots of them. I find it extremely fascinating the words this guys chooses to describe/define certain ways of singing (either monophonic or polyphonic). I feel like every once in a while there is a faint glimmer of light under the door (very faint) that may allow me to see how he thought about music, especially polyphonic music. I'm so intrigued.
* I'm beginning to worry a little. I'm afraid I don't like teaching. I'm afraid that I wouldn't like being a professor. And I don't feel like I'm very good at it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just so low on my knowledge base that I find teaching frustrating, or maybe it's just this time in my life. I don't have to worry about this too much right now. It's a couple years yet 'til I'm eligible for the market. I like research and scholarship and institutional support, but I'm worried about this teaching thing. And I don't like libraries, so that's definitely not an option. (I mean working at them...I did enjoy my job back then when I worked in a library. But I took a good look at the institution and all the various depts and jobs in a lib back then, and assuredly decided that wasn't for me.)
To say hello. I'm getting some good work done. And making a special effort to get adequate numbers of hours of sleep, which makes or breaks my day like never before. I need quantity to make up for quality, which isn't that great at the moment what with my watermelon obsession (leading to bathroom trips) (n.b. watermelon is not a pregnancy obsession...it's a whole life obsession; I go crazy for it every summer.) and leg cramps. :-P
Anyway. Some things that I thought about writing about, but won't right now, and maybe not ever, but maybe sometime:
* How much I love my facsimile! Musical notation of the 14th/15th centuries has held a fascination for me since it was first put under my nose for scrutiny 3 years ago...my first graduate seminar. I love how it is at the same time, so completely "other", yet so much "not other". I love how it divides time. I love perfections. Why can't I love the notes, relishing their appearance on the page, the page itself even, the meager bits of meaning I can see just from their place on the page...like a poet can love the appearance of words?
* Recently someone asked me what my opinion was about the use of contemporary musical styles in worship. I haven't thought about this for a long time, mostly because I find it to be a frustrating topic that usually ends up in fruitless, nonconstructive conversations that conflate so many topics at once (and are so rarely musically informed), that I'm just annoyed. Part of me just really doesn't care, there are more constructive things to think about. But the context was ripe the other day, and when the conversation came up, probably the first time in years, I surprised myself. Maybe I'll blog more about it later...
* Funke has some interesting observations on John Cage's 4'33". (Her archives aren't working, so I'll just link her page and not the entry, dated 12 April 2005).
in an attempt to move onto cheerier thoughts
On Friday my MW late afternoon had a makeup session, so we had a late afternoon seminar on Friday. Blah. I usually have to drag myself to class, but I always enjoy it. Sometimes scrambling is more the word to describe myself getting to class. The weather was beautiful on the way home, so it wasn't so bad. It's a wonderful month to live in the deep south. As soon as I got home I glanced out the window of my car door as I was opening, and right there were the parrots! Their presence is always known, squawking and protesting in the palm tree outside our house, but it's very difficult to get a good view. The moment I try to get close, off they fly. On Friday afternoon they were contentedly feeding on the grass seed on the ground oblivious to the cars passing and my peering eye. Unfortunately, the PentaxK1000 wasn't loaded or I would've gotten my dream picture of the parrots...the one I've been trying to get for years, close-up with evening sun illuminating their bright green feathers. The ol' digital, uh, didn't quite do the trick, but I tried. Not even worth posting my efforts.
After I got myself collected upon my arrival home, Chris and I hopped back in the car to go to the hospital to visit the newest addition to our congregation, a cuddly bundle of pinkness. The little girl was this family's 5th kid and her mama had had to have a Csection so was resigned to a longish hospital stay. When arrived, mama, dad, and baby were chilling in their room, and what we intended to be a short, congratulatory visit ended up being a long, pleasant visit filled with conversation. We enjoyed so much visiting with this other couple, as we hardly ever get a chance to just sit down and talk. The mom appreciated the company to while away her hospital sentence. I held the baby for at least an hour (I think we were there for 2). This was the first time I had even seen a tiny baby since we found out about our impending bundle of joy, and I was so excited! I just felt like I couldn't wait another day until Elvis comes. The reality of the situation struck me even more...the idea of Real Baby that squeaks instead of Abstract Baby (that currently kicks a lot *grin*). Chris even held the baby, and she didn't break.
On Saturday I took the Curly-Heads to the park to roller skate and feed the ducks. It was a gorgeous day. I love all the water birds around here, all different sorts of herons, egrets, cormorants, spoonbills...just chillin' in the park and making quite a racket. Audubon Park has a nice track around 2 miles in perimeter. There's a lake-ish area in half of it, and a golf course in the middle of it all. Live oaks shade the track area with their massive gnarly boughs dripping in Spanish moss. Curly-Heads aged 4 and 5 did a pretty good job on their roller-blades with their ever cheery 2 yr old sister keeping up as best she could by running and running. Their mom reported good night's sleep on all fronts later. At first feeding ducks didn't sound altogether appealing to me. I'm sort of not thrilled by the idea of being swarmed by filthy fowl, especially since once when I was a kid a duck bit me. But I decided in the end that it could be fun. And, to tell you the truth, we had to beg ducks to come over. The turtles were much more interested in our morsels (though far less photogenic). When Curly-Head age 2 was asked later what she did at the park, her response was "potty". Okay, so our final adventure was a mad dash to the potty; I guess feeding ducks wasn't all that climactic experience for her after all.
Somehow withdrawing from the semester doesn't seem like an option at this point, though I sure would like to. School just needs to disappear. Right now deadlines and my presence required at places far my place of residence (or anywhere that isn't my place of residence) are just a bit much.
But I keep reminding myself:
you have 4 weeks left (part of the reason school just needs to disappear).
you'll be glad to be finished with coursework forever, and it just needs 4 more weeks of effort.
the reason you're feeling this way is because you're tired and life is big what with x, y, and z. but life just gets tireder from here on out (not "more tired", mind you, "tireder"), so just do it.
so how many days can I get away with skipping?
I heard once an undergrad complaining a little about a class she was in, but in the process, saw the problem as lying in herself rather than the professor's teaching job. (Being somewhat familiar with the situation, I think this undergrad shouldn't have been so hard on herself, because my opinions of this profs teaching ability are not very high.) The undergrad remarked with this caveat concerning the prof, "S/he's brilliant and everything, but..." Then it struck me: many undergrads think professors know everything/are brilliant. Well, folks, some of them are not. (Where was I going with this? I can't remember. Oh yea.)
There's this sort of image in our culture of the quintessential professor--a brilliant, perhaps eccentric, genius. Having come this far down the road, I would agree that there is an element of madness; grad school inspires madness, but I digress. My point is about academic blogs. Every once in awhile I take a swing through a bunch, see what's going on in the world, and what strikes me every time is how exposed they all are. (Many realizing this, go to great lengths to preserve their anonymity.) What is exposed is nothing more than mere humanity and its stark reality. Yea, the life of the mind is great and all-consuming, but it's still full of bad days and spilled coffee (this is the university now, we left the milk cartons back in elementary school). It's kind of interesting to view this as an outsider and a sort of insider.
These past couple of days have been noted by increased awareness of Elvis's presence. I'm thrilled that he's a strong, healthy little boy, moving and jiving. I'd rather have all this kicking than none. I'm not complaining, but sometimes I say to my little guy, "Dude! Chill out already!!!" because he never stops! I think these next few years are going to be...tiring. ;-)
Today I got my catalogue with new stuff from the University of Chicago Press. It's one of my favorite ones that I get. Few things caught my eye of varying degrees of interest.
First, this was one amused me: We'll Always Have Paris: American Tourists in France since 1930 by Harvey Levenstein. Chicago's website blurb: "For much of the twentieth century, Americans had a love/hate relationship with France. While many admired its beauty, culture, refinement, and famed joie de vivre, others thought of it as a dilapidated country populated by foul-smelling, mean-spirited anti-Americans driven by a keen desire to part tourists from their money. We'll Always Have Paris explores how both images came to flourish in the United States, often in the minds of the same people."
It also seems to be a good opportunity to display the funny card that Erica got me for my bday. It totally cracked me up.
Couple on memory and history, a topic that has interest to me as it pertains to a particular project I hope to revisit after the dissertation:
Time Maps: Collective Memory and the Social Shape of the Past by Eviatar Zerubavel. And I guess I'll have to deal with Memory, History, Forgetting by Paul Ricoeur (trans. Kathleen Blamey and David Pellauer) at some point, but then maybe afterwards I'll read On the Future of History: The Postmodernist Challenge and Its Aftermath by Ernst Breisach, which looks to be a handy overview on the topic.
And I would like to read Nietzsche and Music by Georges Liebert (trans. David Pellauer and Graham Parkes) sometime as it may pertain to another project I hope to return to after my dissertation...along with Metaphor and Musical Thought by Michael Spitzer.
(At this rate I'll have a whole shelf-full of post-diss projects. Right now I have at least four. aack. And I haven't even started the diss!)
Oh. and this one just looked interesting, since I'm a Said fan. Edward Said: Continuing the Conversation, ed. Homi K. Bhabha and W. J. T. Mitchell.
Oh, this one looked cool, too, since I hadn't realized Foucault had traveled to Iran and the Iranian Revolution has always intrigued me, Foucault and the Iranian Revolution: Gender and the Seductions of Islamism by Janet Afary and Kevin B. Anderson.
Oh wow! And there's a new edition of Verlaine's poems! He's one of my fave poets: One Hundred and One Poems by Paul Verlaine, trans. Norman R Shapiro. Ok, on that note, I'm off to prepare a lecture on Debussy. woohoo.
Thanks, everyone, for all your nice b-day wishes.
As promised, I will recount the happy narrative of the weekend. My bday was officially Sunday, but I had to celebrate Birthday Eve on Saturday. Waking up bright and early to help my friend with her yard sale, I thought I'd brighten 'the way too early for Sat morning' feeling I had and go to my favorite bakery beforehand, my birthday being the excuse I needed for this rare extravagance. Let me tell you, folks, this bakery is a real, live French boulangerie. It is the closest thing I have found to the real thing in this country. It even smells right. It is so divine!!! I got three pain au chocolat and three croissant, a real baguette (they were warm) (as in not some American pseudo-French imitation--as in the crust was crisp and made your jaw work!), and a mini-baguette (more like a large roll) for Sunday's communion. So my friend and I and her Curly-Heads greatly enjoyed our treat sitting in the cool morning breeze at her yard sale. It actually was quite pleasant, sitting in the sunshine all morning with nothing to do but watch a yard sale and cute kids running around, sipping tea and eating croissants.
While we were in our comfy lawn chairs soaking in the spring rays, Chris came by with a familiar looking paper bag. He had gone to the bakery, too!! We never go there--it's been since Christmas, I think--and here we both go on the same day! It was so sweet of him, because, of course, he was thinking of a nice bday treat. He got me beautiful flowers, too. And had picked a chick-flick dvd for my present. It's important to mention that it's a chick-flick, because it shows how little he was thinking of himself. But it's actually one that I didn't really want to see much less own, because it just looks so dumb, so we went by Blockbuster and exchanged it, and I picked out The Hours, which is SUCH a good movie, and the score is by Philip Glass, who I love.
In the evening we went up to Baton Rouge where Erica (my colleague at LSU) and her husband had us over for dinner. She made her famous black bean enchiladas, which I love, with chocolate cupcakes and mint frosting for dessert. And virgin margaritas for dessert...they actually tasted more like Italian ice. Tequila really matters in a margarita, but as I have issues with under-age drinking for Ellis, we forwent the tequila. We had a great time with them, as usual. It's a pity that we live 85 miles apart in two different cities, and it's always worth it when one of us makes the effort to close the gap and visit. Chris and I had good car time, too. I used to wonder why my parents went for drives some evenings. I never realized what a great time for talking being in the car is, and we don't even have any kids born yet! (The card Erica got me is PERFECT, and I'll have to scan it later, because I just love it! But it's in the car, and I don't feel like getting it now. so stay tuned)
On Sunday, we remembered to set our clocks so were on time for church. Go us (me)! For lunch the Hamiltons (aforementioned of the yard sale) had us over and their Curly-Heads had planned a little party very carefully. They picked a little pink rose plant to give me and a pink happy birthday balloon. They picked out this cake with big, red frosting roses on it (which they promptly fought over--"'Nette, can I have the big flower?!"--cake-cutting time).
And, this is the best part, they made these really nice birthday cards. Curly-Head age 2 was especially proud of her picture, because now she's like her big sisters and can make pictures. Curly-Heads age 4 and 5 are learning how to read and write and are pretty good at sounding out words and getting them right. But, I have to admit, sometimes the sounding-out-words thing may get them in trouble sometimes. You see, their parents are from the UK, and their dad has the kind of accent in which if there's an "a" sound at the end of a word it sounds like "er"; hence "soder" and "pizzer" (some of our faves). If you look closely at the card, you'll see that a "harppy birthday" is being wished to me by Curly-Head age 4. When I realized this, Chris and I just died laughing.
So I had a very nice 27th birthday. It's fun to think that next year we'll have the little guy with us.
For now, though, school plows along. And that's pretty much on what I'm trying to focus every waking moment that contains an ounce of energy. So sorry if my blog is a bit lack-lustre for awhile.
Yay! It's my birthday!
I'm 27 years old today. Turning 27 is like a threshold age. For some reason, it always seemed like a border between youthful twenty-something and grownup. I always thought 27 was a good year to have a first kid: still young enough so that I'm physically in the groove, yet old enough to have matured a bit. I'm glad I'm not any younger having a kid.
Anyway, stories, pictures, and scanned hilarious cards later. I'm sleepy. This time change is not going to get me down. I insist. Btw, we REMEMBERED to set our clocks. Very noteworthy. Last year we were late to church, last Oct we were early to church. The year before someone who knows us well enough called us. But this year, we remembered before anyone called us. (We don't really watch TV or listen to the radio or engage in any type of media whatsoever, especially on the weekends, so any hints and reminders the outside world gives are lost on us poor souls. ha!)