Mar 26, 2007

Homemaking Meme

I'll play, SmileyMamaT!

Aprons: Y/N? Yes - although I can never find the perfect apron. I like full ones and they have to cover my considerable behind as I tend to wipe my hands on it
Baking-favorite thing to bake? Stollen (a German Christmas bread)
Clothesline? I don't have one but I want one - there's few things nicer than sheets dried in the sun.
Donuts, ever made them? That's why God made Dunkin Donuts.
Everyday-one homemaking thing you do everyday? Can't think of something I do every single day, though I can think of plenty of things I *ought* to do every single day.
Freezer- do you have a separate deep freezer? No, we have a second refrigerator but I'd prefer a deep freezer.
Garbage disposal? Yes - a new one even as the old one died a year ago!
Handbook - favorite homemaking resource? Um... nope.
Ironing, love it/hate it? Am very bad at it.
Junk drawer, where is it? Under the microwave
Kitchen-design and decorating? Finished finally. Only took a year and a half. Boggles my mind that that was almost 7 years ago now. Still seems like my "new" kitchen!
Love-what is your favorite part of homemaking? Decorating
Mop, Y/N? Before company comes, yeah, or if it scares me to go barefoot.
Nylons? Come on now, what on earth do nylons have to do with homemaking??
Oven-use the window or open it to check? Our oven doesn't have a window so I have to open it up.
Pizza-what do you put on yours? Whatever John wants.
Quiet-what do you do during the day when you get a quiet moment? Breathe in and out and by then it's over.
Recipe card/box? A Binder with lots of bits of paper crammed into the front cover to get put in it eventually. Also a box with my grandmother's recipes.
Style of house? 1915 craftsman-style
Tablecloths and napkins? Every day
Under the kitchen sink. lots of different cleaning products from wet swiffer pads to furniture polish to dishwasher detergent to 409 to (the list goes on and on)
Vaccuum, how many times a week? Once unless the furniture gets a shot in the middle because company's coming and the cat's been shedding.
Wash- how many loads per week? 2-3 (John does his own; I do Katie's and mine.)
Yard- John mows; I plant flowers and bushes and stuff
zzz's - what is your last homemaking routine for the day? Dropping my teacup in the sink.


Mar 24, 2007

Turning 40 in about a month

Ok, so I meant to post this on the 21st but never got there; I'm getting ready for my first booth at a business showcase for the jewelry and things are crazy.

At any rate, it occurred to me on the 21st that, wow, I would be 40 in exactly 1 month. And I was thinking, which is rather a rare occurrence these days as I'm moving too fast to actually thing anymore, and decided that a good way to lead up to the big 4-0 is to share some history here and there over the next month.

So, here it goes...

My first school experiences:

My elementary school was an open classroom environment. It was organized into teams. Teams A and B were each mixed first and second grade; C and D were each mixed third and fourth grade; and E and F were each mixed fifth and sixth grade. We didn't have desks, there were tables and the walls weren't fixed but just movable panels. You didn't have to ask permission to use the bathroom, you just went and came back. It didn't occur to us to dilly dally or whatever. We were respected and expected to be worthy of that respect and, for the most part, we lived up to it. (After that, going into a traditional-style middle school was AWFUL.) Our principal was Mr. Moshano and I think I can remember most of my teachers: kindergarten: Miss Haak and Mrs. Riley; Team B: Mrs. Sampson, Mrs. Swan, and Mrs. Adams; Team C: Mrs. Daley; Team E: Mrs. Yaworski, Mr. Adama, and Miss VanDyke. I liked my teachers and, as far as I remember, they seemed to like me.

I remember waiting for the bus for Kindergarten. It's the first day of school. I'm wearing a blue turtleneck I think and a red/green/blue plaid kilt/skort thingie (yes, it was public school; this was the 70s, remember - fall of 1972, I expect). It's warm and sunny, midday. The maple trees in the yard are still green. I remember very little about the school day itself. And I cried at the end of the day because I didn't know which bus to get on and I was scared.

The second day of school, I had on a yellow knitted or crocheted skirt that my grandmother had made and on the way home Mike Barone pulled it up to look under it. I, of course, cried.

I remember being in 2nd grade and so frustrated with math, being kept in the classroom at lunch for special help and, you got it, crying. I also remember in second grade though, going with my friend Maggie to the 3rd grade for reading - lest you think all I did was cry!

I remember all through elementary school having to go to "special gym", which was, for me at least, intended to address my eye-hand coordination issues. I remember having to do mazes and make sure that my pencil didn't touch the sides at all. I had to practice using scissors and such.

I remember the auditions for "Ghost Towns Never Die"; I was probably 5th or 6th grade. I was one who had been asked to stay and took it upon myself to repeat Miss Muller's statement that "if you haven't been asked to stay, you can go back to class." How perfectly wretched and insensitive of me! I remember the show itself - my character's name was Nancy and the only line I remember is "It's in my saddle bag; it's in my paint set!" (had to do with cobwebs and turpentine being the solution for a sprained ankle - go figure).

I remember Mark Kellogg calling me the "green machine" and "booger picker". My school life changed permanent for the worse when he started that. There is nothing schoolkids love more than someone to pick on and the stigma lasted well into high school. I remember Mr. Moshano came upon me crying (he was sitting in for Mrs. Yaworski who called in sick and they couldn't get a sub) and he just sat down on the floor next to me and asked me why I was crying. He was a very nice man.

I remember someone putting my purse in the toilet when everyone was out at field day on the last day of school in 6th grade. (Yes, I did cry.) I remember Nora Bradbury coming to find me and helping me fish it out and just being with me when I needed a friend. We never did find out who did it but I still think (very un-Christianly) that I'd like that person to suffer the same pain that poor little gawky, geeky 6th grader suffered.

And now I'm crying in memory of that - how sad is that? But I'm really tired so one can never trust one's emotions when one is so tired. So, now that I've left you with the first chapter in my personal history, I'm going to bed.

Coming in future posts: the peepee tree and the rolling thing (or "my backyard", growing up in a rural town, the 9th grade banquet, the hilarity of vice grips (I know, they don't *sound* funny....)

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Mar 20, 2007

Gratitude Abounds / Thankful Tuesday

And let me share it.

First, a very large thank you for the support when I was having a rough go of it last week. Since the miscarriage, the emotional aspect of my PMS has been much more strident. I feel almost like I did when I was on Clomid. Lord knows what will happen if I go back on it! To know such bright, sensitive women "got my back" is enormously comforting.

Secondly, a particularly thank you to the wonderfully caring and very talented Graymama. I was having a frustrating time when the mail arrived and, what's this?, a package? I don't have anything on order... what *is* it?? It was a box full of terrificness (it is too a word, sort of) -- everything from chocolate soap and lipbalm to amazing hand-knitted dishcloths (and I'm sorry, Graymama, they are waaaay too pretty to wash the dishes with!!) to a book on pregnancy after loss to DVDs for Katie to ... the list goes on and on. I should have taken pictures but I didn't (sorry!!). Everything was so delightfully wrapped in gaily colored fabric. It was a pick-me-up I desperately needed and all the more effective for being unexpected. It was a joy from start to finish.

You said it was part of a pay-it-forward project, Graymama; you've got a lot of good karma coming your way from this, that's for sure.

I am so grateful for everyone who stops by here and posts and worries if I haven't posted and comforts and cajoles and sometimes gives me a kick in the ass. You guys are the greatest.

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Mar 13, 2007

Sometimes, the World Comes Crashing in Again

And this evening seems like one of those nights.

The kind where it seems like I lost the baby just yesterday. The kind where I start crying spontaneously. The kind where despair seems universal and no hope peers around the corner and dawn seems forever away.