Never A Dull Moment

The house I grew up in in Little Rock sits on a big hill. There is one street that bi-sects the hill, and houses are built on either side overlooking a valley or the Arkansas River. My parent's house is on the valley side. Behind the house are woods where numerous forts were constructed during my childhood years. In the front and side yards are shrubs and trees, and the front walk is lined with big bushes. I love my parent's house. Maybe I love it because it is the only house I lived in before I got married? Maybe I love it because I walk in and instantly feel like a child at home? Maybe I love it because that house has grown with us. We lived there before my mom was sick, we lived there when she was, and now my family lives there without her. The house holds memories from all of it. George, Eleanor and I have always lived in our own same rooms from the time we were home from the hospital. I remember painting my room from white to blue to yellow over the years. George colored o...

Who gets summoned for Jury Duty twice in one year for two different courts? Oh that would be me. The only time I had ever wished to be a kid again was when I got the second summons and wanted my parents to be able to write a note to get me out of it. Too bad this isn't high school! I actually did petition the second summons myself, but because I didn't actually serve on a jury the first time, I'm still fresh meat for any other court to do as they please. Lovely. The municipal (city) court, the one I am at today, is about 1/10 the size of the county court. It is so much nicer than the last one. However, The judge said because it's smaller, only eight courtrooms in session, there is a good chance I'll be here all day. Ugh. On another note, I really like the judge. She is one classy lady and I would be scared to death if I had to be tried in her courtroom. I'm just sayin'. -- Post From My iPhone

Emerson and I went to pick Luke up from his second day of bible school. When I left him this morning he seemed a little hesitant, but said he wanted to stay, smiled really big and told me and Em that he would see us later. I decided to get there 15 mins early to try to beat the chaos we ran into yesterday during pickup. Emme and I stood off to the side with a few other people who were early and watched the kids finish their program. The last song came over the loud speaker and everyone started to mingle and "dance" their way to find their children. Emme and I were "dancing" our way over to Luke who had not yet seen us arrive. He was an utterly humiliated four year old when he turned around and saw us! We were greeted by this face: That is the face of a four year old boy who is genuinely humiliated. Just after I snapped this picture he ran over to me and said, "Mare, you are not supposed to be dancing! This song is only for kids! Stop that now!" Next thing ...

I stole this from Mikel's blog. It is from Facebook and I am just as curious as she was to see how many of these I have read. I think more than anything it will be a good challenge to try to read some of these books in the future! The BBC believes most people will have read only 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up? Look at the list and put an 'x' after those you have read. 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen  2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien 3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte  4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling  5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee X 6 The Bible Sadly never the entire thing through! 7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte    X 8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell  X 9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens   X 11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott  X 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare  15 Rebe...

My sink and I have been in a fight since yesterday at 5:30. I came home from work and decided to do some chores around the house. The first one calling my name was to clean out my refridgerator. I HATE cleaning out the fridge. Leftovers are my worst nightmare. Anyway, I was discarding some chicken spaghetti and the disposal just stopped working. I promise there were no unusual sounds, it just died. That's right, a lb of chicken spaghetti down the drain and it wasn't going anywhere. I tried to scoop as much out as I could, but it was slimy and I couldn't get but about half of it. So, for the rest of the night the chicken warmed in my sink and made all 1300 sq ft of our apartment smell like old trash. This morning I scheduled maintenence to come and fix my little problem while I was at work. When I got home I found this: If you'll take a moment to look at the object in the bottom left corner of the picture you will understand why the maintenance guy said my disposal wa...

Luke and I do a lot of talking. Well, actually he ask questions and I try my best to give an answer that won't 1) be incorrect or 2) cause him to further question his questions. Sometimes there are only so many questions you can answer before you start to feel like your are being given an oral examination by a four year old. I start to get nervous and fumble my words; I'm really not good with a lot of questions. Today, however, while we were riding in the car I was able to divert his questions into a sort of game about the movie Peter Pan. We decided to cast his family and Reid and me in different character roles from the movie. Luke was insistent on being the Crocodile, his dad would be Peter Pan, his mom Wendy, Emme would be Tink, and Reid would be Captain Hook. So, you can sort of see a pattern for how the roles were cast. His dad is the hero Peter, his mom is Peter's "girl" Wendy, Emme is small so she is Tinkerbell, and Reid is tall with dark hair and Luke wan...

Remember when Luke fell asleep when he was sitting in time out last Fall? Well, little sister Emme must have been a bit worn out yesterday because when I went to get her from time out in her room this is what I found: Looking at those sweet faces makes me wonder why I even sent them to time out in the first place! ;) -- Post From My iPhone