Friday, February 26, 2010

Oh Dear

She tried out a new hairdo.

She'll show you:

She kinda likes it.

I do too!


Thursday, February 25, 2010

Tomato Thief

"Hmmm, bored. What to do?"

"What is this I spy out of the corner of my eye?"

"Tomatoes! I will sneak one."


"Oh, hi mama!"

"I'm caught! I must charm her with my charming ways!"

"Yes! I have succeeded. She is charmed. I shall eat many more tomatoes."


Sunday, February 14, 2010

It Looks Like This

When my sweet husband goes grocery shopping, our countertops look like this:

When my son makes valentines, the dining table looks like this:

When he and I make a snowman, it looks like this:

When the kids watch cartoons while sitting on the gold chair that I bought for my dorm in college, it looks like this:

I turned 32 this weekend, and my life looks pretty darn good.


Monday, February 8, 2010


It's very cold and the ground is covered with snow. Yesterday my daughter and I went to the book store, to try to escape the house for a bit. On the drive home, I saw an elderly lady standing on the corner outside of a retirement home, looking at the ground, then up and around. She had on a fancy black hat with a rhinestone brooch pinned to it. She was carrying her pocketbook on her forearm. (My grandma always called her purse a pocketbook, therefore to me, all older ladies carry pocketbooks.) I stopped and opened my window, and asked if she needed anything. She told me that she lives at the retirement home and was trying to walk to the movie theater, but the sidewalk hadn't been shoveled.

Before I could think about it too much, I invited her into my car and drove her up the street to the theater. She told me how the theater had been playing such awful movies, but she sent them a newspaper clipping with a list of decent movies, and now they were playing some good ones. I listened to her, but my heart was clenched with fear. My face was hot, and the very short drive felt very long. All my life I've been told not to give rides to strangers. Stranger Danger. The thought crossed my mind that she could have a gun in her pocketbook.

After I dropped her off at the door, I sat back and thought about how much I hate fear. How I hate that I let it get to me. Our culture produces fear like it's the hottest selling gadget. I never watch the news. It's all scare, all the time. I get my news online and skip over the sensationalized stories. Sometimes relatives or friends tell me about this kidnapping or that robbery or those muggings. I try not to hold that stuff in my heart, but clearly some of it is getting through.

I believe most people are safe and good and I will not let my daily life be ruled by fear. I chat with strangers at the museum. I do not avoid places I want to go because someone once got mugged there.

And I will always give rides to the old ladies.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Museum Benches

On Friday I took the kids to an art museum.

We spent quite a while eating our lunch on an interesting bench.

That started a bench obsession. I'm not sure they enjoyed the art, but they sure did love the benches!

(Pardon the blurry, yellow nature of the following photographs. I wasn't allowed to use the flash, and I haven't learned how to use the camera well enough to shoot out of auto mode. Much to my husband's chagrin.)

By the end of the visit, instead of saying, "Wow, look at this colorful painting!" I was saying, "Wow, look at the benches in this room!"

Here's a sweet picture to end this post: