- half-days of school
- the joy and excitement of knowing I will be watching "New Moon" in approximately 6 and a half hours
- students who say "thank you"
- hooded sweatshirts and pajama pants
- long hair
- vacuum cleaners and Swiffer dusters
- dishwashers
- a husband who loves to cook
- McDonald's french fries
- Dairy Queen Blizzards
- people who drive the speed limit
- a healthy and vibrant mom
- a brother and sister who I genuinely like
- a niece who cracks me up
- friends who share their kids with me
- friends who bring me Chai tea at school
- geese flying south for the winter
- my cat, Norah, who greets me on the driveway everyday when I come home
- my cat, Olive, who loves you even after you toss her across the room for jumping on your boobs
- my puppies, Powder and Moo Moo, who are ALWAYS happy to see me
- trips to Disneyland
- the beach
- blasting music in my car and singing at the top of my lungs
- Reality T.V. and cooking shows
- new pens and pencils
- Adam Lambert, controversy and all
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Many Gracias
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Deep Thoughts From Students, Entry 3:
Jordin: Oh my gosh! Look at that huge cleavage hair!
Girls Around Jordin (as they all look down at their cleavage): What? What are you talking about?
Jordin (who pulls a gigantor piece of hair off of Reyna's shirt): Look at it! Cleavage hair is a real problem these days.
Me (only speaking inside of my head): Yes, yes it is.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Goodbye Molly...
Nostalgia
My Pullman Checklist:
- Dinner at New Garden - Check
- Catching up with my dad - Check
- Sleeping in until 11 - Check
- A burger and fries at Cougar Country - Check
- Watching the Cougs play their version of football - Check
- Kicking Katy and Trevor's butts in a rousing game of "Life" - Check
- Sleeping in until 11 once again - Check
- A quick trip to the Bookie - Check
- A small green salad with a bread twist at Sella's - Check
- Enjoying the view of wheat fields and old barns - Double-check
Sunday, October 4, 2009
A Confession...
With that said, I'm embarassed to admit that I have an obsession with a possession.
Okay, in all honesty, I have three obsessions with possessions.
#1 - Books. I love them, I need them, I literally surround myself with them. They are my friends and if I am really honest, they are also my trophies. I don't have trophies for any athletic accolades and reading has always been something I am good at. I think I can kick a little ass in reading. And so my books are a non-negotiable. They're staying put, people.
#2 - Dishes. I love dishes. I love dishes that match. I especially love crisp, white dishes and dishes that are accented with red. Perhaps this comes from some deep-rooted feeling of inadequecy, being that in my childhood, our dishes never matched. Never. This is probably why when my mom bought her home several years ago, I bought her a dish set.
And last but not least #3 - Bedding!!! - which is what prompted me to write this post to begin with being that today we purchased a new duvet and new pillows. This particular obsession stems back to "The Sound of Music" and the bed Julie Andrews had. I wanted that bed, I wanted that comforter, and I have worked very hard to get it in my own way.
Books, dishes and bedding. I love them. I confess.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Bow Down to the Sausage
This year my sister, brother, their spouses, my niece, and our friends Scott, Margaret and their boys all drove down from Seattle to do the following:
1) Partake in the rousing carnival games, including but not limited to "The Duck Pond," "Scat Cat," "The Lollipop Tree," and "Shooting Hoops," as seen below. Please note both my niece's and my sister's natural shot, yet neither of them made a shot. I, however, the one with no athletic ability, did, and came home with a coupon for a free McDonald's ice cream cone. Ah, sweet victory!!!
2) We played bingo. None of us won but we sure enjoyed giggling when "O 69" was called...every time.
3) Of course, we ate sausages. Please look closely at the kids' drawings below. I believe they capture the essence of Sausage Fest.
4) We watched the fabulous entertainment. Our favorites every year are the dance teams. Adam and Austin were completely mesmerized.
5) And lastly, we celebrated our family's September birthdays with a DQ ice cream cake.
Until, next year, my dear sausage. We will meet again.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Meet Travis and Tara
Nate and Maya - who we hadn't seen since our visit with them this summer in St. John - got married under a pair of married trees (trees whose trunks are growing into each other). I, of course, cried and Trevor didn't. Imagine that.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Where to begin...
- We officially have a front yard AND a backyard with grass, and yes, this is an accomplishment.
- The basement floor has been painted and trim has been put up in one of the two rooms. Once again, yes, this is an accomplishment.
- Vacation has been taken, sun tans were made, food and drink was consumed, and fun was had.
- School has begun, yet it feels like it never really ended. Nonetheless, one week is down, only 41 more to go. The thing is, 41 weeks sounds wonderful. This new high school is unbelievable. The facility is gorgeous, the leadership is honest, the staff is positive, and the kids are ready to go.
- Family rocks. Our nephew Wyatt turned one last month and joyfully stuffed his face with cake. My brother and his wife are back in Seattle, hopefully for good this time. Our niece Ana started 1st grade on Wednesday and is beside herself with joy.
- Friends rock too. Bonita Flanagita and Adam bought a home and moved out of our commune. Alex quickly moved in. I swear to you, we really should win some award for helping the homeless. After much searching and planning, Melanikis and I currently own the exact same Chiawana High School wardrobe. Yes, we need to cut the chord.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Cat Attack
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Two weeks in paradise...
Trevor found a girlfriend at our second hotel...Pica the big-ass bird. She was obsessed with him and followed him up and down the stairs and insisted on sitting on his arm. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. Isn't that how the other woman always acts?
We then rode a ferry to St. John to visit friends of Trevor from college. The ferry ride was amazing and much needed after the 40-minute flight in a prop plane to St. Thomas almost had me puking my guts out.
We spent our last day of vacation in St. Thomas, at which point we were so exhausted we went to the beach and once again floated, paddled, and swam for hours, which is exactly how one should bid farewell to the Caribbean. Farewell, my Caribbean! Until next time ... and there will be a next time.