Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
It is pretty ridiculus that in the meantime of packing for three weeks in the UK, getting every single detail for the 130 person academy picked apart and addressed, packing for two boy scout camps, celebrating the boy's 12th birthday, holding a medieval feast, watching every movie we own that somehow connects to the British Isles, unexpectedly preparing a 1 1/2 presentation for the International Rotary meeting that everyone else preparing for has had 7 months to get ready--I have 10 days, giving a talk in church about a challenging subject, downsizing the 14 lists to a mere 8, hosting company, celebrating Memorial Day with two BBQs, attending a counselor training, setting up 600 chairs on Friday night for the church, losing all 400 of my email addresses....well you get the drift.
What I mean to say is that in the midst of all that has to be done in the next four days, I thought it was time for the family to get some family photographs. We are taking to tripod to UK so that we can take shots in front of "old crap" as the girl would say, but I figured we should do real ones now since there will be no one on the other side of the camera there. Plus after two weeks in the car seeing the history of the world, I doubt any of us are going to look that good....or this happy. :)
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My email died last week and along with it--hundreds of email addresses. Since I have 27 followers to this blog, I figure that is 26 (I accidently signed up to follow my own blog...I don't know how...I wonder what I will say today) that I can have sent to me.
I can't even email my own mother. I don't remember the end of her address.
Since we are t-minus 5 days from the trip and every RYLA Academy responsbility in the world due by Saturday, those emails were pretty precious.
Can you write me with your address? firstname.lastname@example.org
Sunday, May 24, 2009
No, I am not of this town, state, region, or even the Lower 48 states.
If you have never lived in a place where you were "local" or knew most everyone in town, you missed out.
I grew up with a "Halibut Head" (Walt), "Weak Vegetable" (DF), and "Jumpiter." There was Ninny, Gooch and Deloris, the crazy-knife-welding girl from my school bus. There was Thor, J. Moon--the smartest boy in the 4th grade, and Salty. There were the Kooley boys who knew where to score some killer bud, and my boyfriend from the 5th grade that I tutored in our Practice Reader work. A boyfriend who later said that the best way to play hockey without your athletic cup was to hold your hand over your "deal" to be safe. See what I mean... you missed out.
Sometimes I have waves of homesickness wash over me. Sometimes I miss the forest. I miss the river I grew up on. I miss the people....the ones that have always known me....and loved me even when I wore men's long underware as pants. And bowling shoes I got from Norm, my dad's best bowling alley friend.
I especially miss Slowtown when I am traveling internationally. Far, far away. I don't know why it is, but part of me feels scared and when I feel scared I feel like going home. To sit by the river behind my house and watch the seagulls. To listen to the river boats drive up and down during the night. I am wishing I were at the river tonight. With the trip only a few days away and lists that need my attention, it is becoming very real. Thinking about it, I will be alone in England for several days. All alone. No one in the whole country will care if I am there, or what happens to me. Sometimes that scares me.
Something I can do when I when I want to feel connected to home is listen to some local boys who sing contemporary Christian music.
They are "This Hope." They started in the church that I went to for several years. I was a counselor to one of their sisters at leadership camp. One of them dated my best friend. I sat next to one of their sisters in our high school choir class. One of them is the son of the legendary local football coach. One of their dads, Coach Johnston, is their manager, the former town swim coach. A darn good one at that.
Me and these boys have a shared history. And it comforts me.
Wanna see em? Go to www.thishope.org
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
May I suggest that you pick up some if you have it laying around in the milk section of your store. It is a local product--sorry Alaskans. Sorry Utahns--another reason this place is Zion.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
No, I am not being funny. No, I am not kidding. Yes, I am very serious.
All Anderson praise and thanks to Mrs. VanBallas, Mr. Dennis, and Mrs. McDonald, the core of team teachers at the Boy's middle school...head honchos of his team: Team Viking.
When Mrs. VanBallas finished tutoring the boy yesterday and said that school/homework was finished for the year, I literally cried. Tears of happiness. You couldn't have smacked that smile off his face the rest of the night.
We celebrated with popsicles in the driveway of friends at the Girl's work (insert http://www.daveshotrodshop.com/ here)
Ever since he fell ill again in January, these teachers have been so kind, patient, considerate, concerned....everything you wish your child could have in a teacher....we found in three. And in all fairness, it isn't just them. It is those nice office ladies, the school counselor etc... I know they are sick of my emails, my morning phone excuses, my tardy arrivals, my early departures. Enough Anderson already-- I am sure.
We have had homework literally sitting on our kitchen table since the beginning of January, minus the last three days of spring break when we had caught up. Until the following Monday. Now we have a dish of fruit.
Mrs. VanBallas (who is the Social Studies teacher--naturally the Boy's kindred spirit) graciously offered to come and tutor him through the district, which has literally been a life preserver. Well worth a diet Pepsi and granola bar everyday, for sure. :)
Here our proclaimation to the world that in the annals of Anderson history, it will be forever remembered that the Vikings teachers saved the Boy from being held back in his 6th grade year.
To the Vikings Team Core Teachers of New Mark, you have our neverending debt and gratitude. Thank you.
I know he will not let you down.
Monday, May 18, 2009
They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
For to open twilights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching oer us all the while
And her heart it is in ireland
Deep within the emerald isle.
We are forty against hundreds
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what were dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die.
Ireland I am coming home
I can see your rolling fields of green
And fences made of stone.
I am reaching out wont you take my hand
Im coming home ireland.
Oh the captain he lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
And as I look up all around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I tell them to make ready
cause were not waiting for the morn.
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in silence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say good-bye
I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battle cry.
I am home ireland
Thursday, May 14, 2009
"Hip-hop will be in a great place because I am back."
Whew....that was a close one. Thanks Eminem
"I just want to be a doper person, which starts with me not
always telling people how dope I think I am."
Especially dope in that sweater, buddy.
go to YouTube and type in: Inspired Bicycles - Danny MacAskill April 2009
Apparently I need to pack my bike to take to Edinburgh, Scotland in a couple weeks so that I can hang out with Danny. ;)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thanks friends. :)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Mine is ordered!
I thought you would enjoying sharing in my great news! :)
Friday, May 8, 2009
These crawdads are not pretty. Watch those pinchers. I hear they hurt.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
I am in LOVE with the mail system.
I knew the name of every mail man I had in Utah....Blain, Chris...
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
A family of cardinals. This is the mother.
Two more snack wanters.
Look closely at their bony wings.
Now for the bad news.
This is the new, animal unfriendly addition to our bumper.
We offed a deer Sunday night driving home a church function.
It was twilight and it jumped right into us while we were on a curve.
Mr. Fun was going about 60 miles a hour,
and if I would have been driving,
I am sure I would have driven us off the embankment.
It hit the left driver's side front panel, just low enough
that it did not bounce up into the windshield...which it normally
does. I know because I saw it on Mythbusters a while ago.
It ripped off the license plate and pull the panel away.
Fortunately, one of our new best friends is a car guy who can fix it
(insert http://www.daveshotrodshop.com/ advertisement here--
by the way, I took the bigger picture of the car burning
rubber on his home page).
Mr. Fun tromped around the field to find the license plate,
dragged the dead deer from the middle of the highway to the side of
the road. All in his Sunday best.
Mr. Fun and the Girl are fine. I got the brunt of the force and it jostled me
and my brains enough I was slurry and drunk that night and the next day.
Doing better now. :)
Someone asked why we didn't take it home and keep the meat.
Hey, this isn't Alaska. No "Road Kill" list kept here, so
dang it! I could be inviting you over for a BBQ if I had been thinking
more clearly! :)
Monday, May 4, 2009
How did I know Missouri was the place for me? It was a guy on 108th street that was doing yard work that sold me. Easy sell, I tell ya. Better than any promotional flier.
Mr. Fun was here already house hunting and I flew out for the weekend to pick one of the three finalists. We were cruising along a street when I beheld "that guy."
He is in his 60's. He had on overalls, without a shirt. One strap was done up, and the other hung undone, flopping about.
He has a tummy. A big furry tummy. And a nipple ring. A nipple ring that could be seen from a moving vehicle.
He was using his weed wacker to carve "KC CHIEFS" into his lawn.
He was the man for me. I remember sitting in the back seat of the car, with Mr. Fun and the real estate agent (who we didn't end up buying from) and saying, with a big happy smile on my face, "Did you see that?!!! Oh, I can live in a place that has a guy like that!"
I think about him every time we drive by his house. I see him sometimes. He has stopped carving up his front lawn with the weed wacker (the Chiefs has been sucking so maybe he is thinking that it isn't good curb appeal....). I saw him once on his back porch, in what looks to have been his wife's robe. Hair flying around.
I always want to stop and thank him for his role in my enthusiasm to live here.
Here is to you, Mr. Lawn Weed Wacking Nipple Ring Man.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
even though Tom had a lovely view of Mr. Fun's work office and the stormy Missouri skies.
He was lounging outside and reading a People Magazine!