Wednesday, February 25, 2009


I'm taking a little blog break. I almost said "well-deserved" there, but that's pushing the realms of believability, even for me.

So, I'm on break for like a week. Email me if you are just dying to keep the ties that bind us together in place.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

The Sell Pile

We're doing a little bit of pre-Spring cleaning around here. Veevs was in cleaning her room, which is always an adventure, and I could hear her making piles.

"Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep. Sell. Keep. Keep. Keep. Keep."

After I was done with what I was doing, I went in to check on her.

"So, where's this sell pile I heard about?" I asked her.

She pointed proudly to a pile on her dresser.

I kid you not, this is what was in it: two cardboard wrappers to ballet tights, two blank shopping lists, and a little scrap of paper with a hole in it.

"I thought people might want that to look through like a peephole," she explains.

She started crying when I suggested that her "sell pile" could also be a "garbage pile".

"Mom," she sniffs sadly, "you always say my treasures are junk."

Yes, yes, I do.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Sprechen Sie Deutsch?

Spe and I were discussing the Berlin Wall this morning. I explained how it was a wall that had been built to keep people from being free. He looked at me and said, "That's really bad." I agreed and told him that when I was a little girl (sort of) the Berlin Wall got taken down and people were allowed to be free again. He grinned really big and said, "And then you escaped to Texas!" Apparently I have all the markings of an East Berlin refugee.

I knew my three years of high school German would pay off some day.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Well, hello there, little blog. Are you feeling neglected? Join the club, honey. Get in line.

Get in line behind Spe and Veevs who both need decorated! beautiful! romantic! Valentine's boxes for class this week.

Get behind Jakers who wants me to build the most fabulous Geotrax train track ever, complete with overpasses, tunnels, and straightaways.

Get behind Rhett, who for some reason, thinks that he needs to eat every night.

So, unfortunately, little blog, you're probably not going to get my undivided attention this week. Next week, maybe?

Monday, February 2, 2009


I've started this post about twenty times, but I just don't have anything to say. You want to hear about my kids' eye colds? Yeah, me neither.

You want to hear about how I'm watching The Bachelor, Rhett's favorite show, without him? Yeah, it's not that thrilling. He'll be disappointed because there aren't any totally crazy ladies left. Oh, wait--the hometown dates next week do look awesome! Unexpected craziness!

You want to hear about what I did today? Let's see, I did laundry. I played games with my kids. I did the dishes. I made dinner. I read books to my kids and sent them to bed at 7:00.

You guys, I live a glamorous life. Don't be jealous.