Month: December 2013

I’m Sorry

A few apologies are in order. To the people at the car wash who saw me spraying off my salty van in my pink pajama pants (which aptly say “I’m a bear in the morning” and feature surly-looking black bears), and my ratty old hoodie, and those darn comfy orange sneakers that aren’t doing my look any favors: I’m sorry.…

Pox & Stress

Christmas this year was a little weird. For the first time ever, I patronized McDonald’s on Christmas Day. That pretty much sums it all up. I ate a barbecue cheeseburger from the dollar menu for Christmas lunch, which is essentially a cheeseburger sprinkled with tiny spicy corn chips. Basically, it just screams, “Festive!” Right? I also had a Coke on…

Christmas List

So the spirit of Christmas returned to my heart, mostly because of one cello/piano duet of O Come, O Come Emmanuel during Sunday’s Christmas program. And because of MoTab’s rendition of I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.  Thank you Carl, Jennifer, and MoTab for infusing the world with songs of beauty and meaning! Also, thank you neighbors and friends…

The Week in Review

Let’s sum up the last week: 1. Jack took to man-handling everything in sight that wasn’t nailed down or locked up. He also took to sprinkling Swiss Miss packets in the washer, the heat vents, and the sinks. 2. Jack developed an itchy mystery rash which has been totally bugging him. 3. The mystery rash = chicken pox. The week…

Lowered Expectations

Whenever I caught a glimpse of the Christmas tree today, my body temperature became instantly feverish, and my vision was blurred by the flames shooting out of my eyeballs. Yesterday Jack went on a tour de abode while we were talking to our home teachers. The upshot of his rampage is that the once-stately Christmas tree lay humiliated on the…

A Morning with Charles and Ebenezer

If I write about how I feel so light and airy and free from stress, then it is inevitable that Jack will respond by putting a small child in a headlock at church, getting strep throat, smashing a pretty Christmas plate, and wiping diaper cream all over the chair-and-a-half in my bedroom. I need to internalize this inevitability. I stayed…

Happily Behaving Blogs Don’t Make History

I’ve sort of been at a loss recently about the blog. It’s like my brain has skipped town and left me idling on autopilot. I completely lack the capacity for creative thinking. Maybe my problem is that I’ve been reading too many books (if there were such a thing as too many books, which there isn’t). I’ve been devouring books.…

So This is Christmas

Now that Andy Williams is singing about how it’s the most wonderful time of the year, I’ve been hearing the inevitable talk about the stress of the season. This sort of discussion isn’t always overt. It can be wrapped up discreetly in a conversation, for instance, between those who adore the Elf on the Shelf tradition in their homes, and…

A Book Review and a Hubs Who’s Better Than Mr. Darcy

I’m reading Longbourn by Jo Baker. It’s right up my alley—a retelling of Pride and Prejudice from the perspective of the Bennett servants at Longbourn. I’m pretty certain that had I lived in Regency-era pastoral England, I would have lived downstairs, baking the puddings and scrubbing the linen of the gentry upstairs. Some of Dutch’s real-life ancestors came from outside Cambridge,…