what i've learned this year

this year hasn't been as rough as others, but very changing nonetheless. i have definitely learned patience and to be grateful for everything i have in my life. so, here it is, the list of things i've learned this year:

1. patience.

children force patience. i have finally learned to accept it. patiently.

2. being comfortable how to cook and bake:

see # 4 regarding time; i spent two months baking or making a meal from scratch every day. this is the year that people started getting birthday cakes for their birthdays because really, what do people really want for their birthdays except cake, so i baked about 6 cakes from scratch since may and now have no fear in attempting any recipe now. i have even started my own cookbook/scrapbook and refer to it often. my new confidence has been a godsend these last few months when i only have a few items, 2 dollars and three mouths to feed. thank you fannie farmer.

3. even more love for my children:

it has been a tough year for finn. i remember from my own childhood how hard 3rd grade was, but for finn, it was tougher. he was diagnosed with a few things this summer and from this point on will have to take pharmaceuticals. i am happy and sad that we waited so long to give him drugs, but at the same point he has blossomed, no joke, blossomed since we started him in on meds. marc and i both had to come to terms with it, but i am very happy that we did. he is still the sweet, thoughtful and gentle child we have always had, but now he is brave in ways he never was before. his little head is not full of all of the worries he had before and now attempts all things physical he had been to scared to ever try, and for that i am grateful. i will forever be thankful to the folks who helped get us here.

on the other hand, it has been a tough year for us with declan. he is two and a half, and he is the two year old his brother never was. he bites, throws things, demands, and then turns around and is sweet as heaven. what are we going to do, i don't know.

4. change is good:

i left a low paying job for a better paying job and got laid off. stayed home broke for two months while marc worked his new job. he got laid off, then i started a new job. in the end, things are fine. i have hope and know marc will find a job that he likes, if his isn't rehired at his old place. and being laid off was a good thing for me because i never would have waited for this job if i didn't have the unemployment income coming in. life is really funny at times. finally i will have psuedo financial solidness i have never had before, and this is the easiest job i have ever held.

5. have fun at all times possible:

cleaning the kitchen and doing laundry isn't necessarily as fun as a 9 pm snowball fight with your kids in below freezing weather, but they both have to happen when the time is right. if i spend my life be miserable about the things that have to get done, when will i know when i am really and truly miserable? i don't want to be miserable at all really, ever.

6. clean laundry is not a necessity, but a clean kitchen is:

please see #2 and #5.

7. i have a most wonderful family:

this has been a good year. marc and i almost called it quits last year, but for a year now we have been going better than ever. he is so committed to spend a lifetime with me and i never understood that before. this christmas is the smallest one ever, but the most joyous. our life together the last year has been so incredibly wonderful and good. we have supported each other more, and communicated better than ever. he also is ever so less grumpy, which makes it all so much easier.

8. faith

two fridays ago marc got laid off. twenty minutes later i was told my background check had cleared and my badge was ready to start work at monday at 8 a.m. life is crazy sometimes. it was the scariest twenty minutes of my life. but it really leads me to believe that there is something larger than us little human beings in this world. jesus christ is still a major issue on why i can't believe in 'christianity' so i think i should make up my own religion... maybe i am spending to much time with the sci fi channel, i don't know.

9. aging

i am now getting older and realizing there are woman my age who are obsessing and think that 29 was there best year ever. i know to many fantastic wonderful woman to ever believe that 29 was the best, i think 45, 50 and 75 are going to be great years. i am glad my little grey hairs are starting to show, at least i still have hair. and for that, i am thankful

i know there is a 10th reason out there, but i just can't think of it right now. i am being called to play ball with a two and a half year old. if i don't go now, he is bound to throw the ball at my head regardless of whether or not i am going to catch it.

happy christmas to you all...

snow is fun?

Prom

Marc and I had the amazing chance to crash a party, and all we had to do is dress up like we were going to prom. Not that I really went to my senior prom for very long (sorry mom) but I had a lot of fun nonetheless. This time though, I really cut lose and had a great time. It could have helped that this prom had an open bar, crazy enough, both of us could have been the designated driver. We had a crazy good time, and my knees hurt from dancing all night the next few mornings.

It did make me feel nostalgic for the before baby years when we would go out nearly every weekday night after work and find a show and dance the night away. I wish we could still do that at least once a month now. Now we have to have those conversations about life uninterrupted on the phone while he is on his way home from work or in a hotel room many states away. I know that we are in the trenches again with baby number 2, and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. We recently found a great teenager we trust completely with our kids, so I foresee a few nights in the future out acting like wild kids again, which gives me a huge sigh of relief.

love

love is one of the most amazing things in the world.

goals for the day

1. laundry (check, well, two loads, that is good enough)

2. dishes (check)

3. have smallest child have very public temper tantrum on public transportation. (check)

4. fill out paperwork for govt job that i might get- OMG there is so much frickin paper work here people. can i just give you my firstborn? that would be so much easier. are these people crazy? but, looking at the health care, it is soooo worth it. i can cover the whole family and pay less than i have ever paid. i hope this works out.

what a crazy day. i need the headache to go away.

digging through it

i am unemployed. i have been for almost a month and i am to collect my first check tomorrow.

so far unemployment has been a lonely, lonely life. marc was gone for the first three weeks, home on the weekend, trying to get it together, and then he would fly off for the next place. i don't mind it when he is gone. the kids and i get into a groove, but now that i am unemployed i do get more lonely than i ever thought possible. some days, if someone picks or drops off mr. f from school, i don't even leave the house. i have become the person you don't want to run into on the street, dying for a chat.

i have also found i am a terrible housekeeper, although mostly it is better than usual. i am trying to pick a corner, sort, purge, etc. but that is not enough. i worry constantly, and some days all i do is cry.

i have my third interview tomorrow, waiting to here back on the other two. i know that doesn't sound so bad, unemployed for a month, third interview... well, we'll see. i want to find something that i want to do, something that makes me happy, as well as pays the bills and allows for some extra savings. we had financial plans that were attainable, and i know it isn't my fault perse, but i totally feel like i screwed it up. i wish we wouldn't have gone out of town those few times or bought that new pair of jeans while i was employed. we have lived this poor before, but we have no space in case something happens, and that scares the crap out of me. christmas scares me. i want to be able to get my kids something lovely, but i fear we won't be able to get them anything at all.

i am grateful for a few things though: the ability to spend time cooking. really cooking and making good food. for a few weeks the kids and i were eating food that was fresh, never from a box, and completely from scratch. now that marc is home for a stretch i think i need to get back into it, and not fall into the same old habits. and the best part, is being there for the kids. mr. f has been going through a lot of stuff this year, and i think that me being home has helped a lot. i hate the we had to put him on drugs, but they have helped. and mr. d loves being with me all of the time. i have never had this chance to do this, and i want them to remember their stay at home mom time not of me in tears, but us having fun. so, every day i try to plan something that gets us out of the house.

Steve got beat up...

Poor Steve got beat up at the ATM by an old white McCain lady. Poor
Steve.

sarah silverman: my secret crush

Day Two! The morning after.

I didn't sleep so well.
But the view Saturday morning was incredible!

How do we spend our anniversary?

Drinking beer at the beerfest!

Happy Anniversary to my puppy pony

We made it this far...

Test

Test post from phone

why we should vote for barack obama

This showed up in my inbox this morning from Michael Munk, it cracked me up to no end!

Dear Esteemed Nigerian friend,

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I am working with Mr. Phil Gram, who was a member of the United States Senate from the State of Texas until he arose to a senior lobbyist for the United Bank of Switzerland in Europe. Mr. Gram, who I have put forward to be my replacement as Ministry of the Treasury in January, is known by you as the leader of the American banking deregulation movement in the 1990s. Right now, he advises about finances the next Presidwent of American, the famous Navy admiral J. Sidney McCain III. So you can be assured that this transaction is 100% safe and not to worry, please.

This is a matter of great urgency. We need only your personal check drawn on reputable source, containly only your true sugnature. We need the funds as quickly as possible. We cannot directly transfer these funds in the names of Americans because we are constantly under threat and surveillance. My family lawyer advised me that I should look accross the oceans for a reliable and trustworthy person who will act as a next of kin so the funds can be transferred.

Please reply and include all of your bank account, IRA and college fund account numbers and passwords and those of your children and grandchildren to wallstreetbailout@treasury.gov so that we may transfer your commission for this transaction. After I receive that information, I will respond with detailed information about safeguards that will be used to protect the funds.


Yours Faithfully,
Minister of Treasury Paulson, Hank

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fun with the fisheye lens

Jason from my office took Mr. F out Friday for a stroll and this is what he came back with. At least we know the ham is not shy in front of the camera!

Life is Good!

I have been so caught up in life that I haven't had a chance to post. Life has been great lately. Mr. McCee is home for a few weeks so we are hopefully going to catch up on all that has to be done.

When he is gone the team is doing fine. I was worried, but I don't have to be. We can do it, yes we can. We have a routine down now, and it is starting to work.

Last week I found myself exhausted though. He was in Detroit, I was home, the kids constantly wanted dinner. Why do we need to feed them again?? So we were off to Sushiville one night, and Burt took such good care of us, he even noticed the little man's haircut!


Little D man also has a new word: Tuna


But yeah, work is good. Love is good. Kids are good. I couldn't be happier right now. The rhythm we have created now that the transition is over and we are back at school is working out for everyone. My house is a mess, but hey. That is OK. I have to come to terms with that.

Next week I am taking my exam to be licensed. It is funny. I will be a realtor, capitalized.

two of my heros

today kind of sucks...

i want to tell him that today sucks. and i miss him terribly. the only person i want to talk to about it is him, but it would make him feel bad. i feel like i am going through the motions of the day. work was crazy, i don't have any time to study, and the kids are waking up several times through the night right now. i am tired and lonely. the kids are driving me crazy! i want to sleep, and my phone is on the fritz to boot. only 48 hours left. there have been weeks when i have seen him only once every few days because of our schedule but today it hit me. if something happens, he isn't here.

the weather doesn't help. it is rainy and windy and i am still healing from my burn from saturday which hurts like a mofo. the most ridiculous part is i want to go over to the neighbors so one of them will put lotion on my back to stop the pain. that is really pathetic i know.

and he's off

again.

but this time i am really excited for him. he is going to santa rosa. if you don't know where it is here:



he will be visiting our long lost friend. he is now married with kids and has become all grown up. mr. mccee and i worked with him a long time ago, and we lived together in a great big house in nw. he also was brave and followed us on our beach adventure. i love and adore him to this day and i can't wait for the updates.

he will also be visiting his child hood home in a small town north of santa rosa called cloverdale. he grew up in a 14 room victorian home. when i first met him i didn't believe it until he showed me pictures from his childhood. i can't wait to see how it has transformed. neither can his mom. he is taking the camera on this trip! hopefully he will find some time to work between visiting...

and, he won't be gone the whole week. thank goodness. but he will miss visiting with his future brother in laws folks, who i can't wait to meet! sucker. he will still have a great time and we will just have to fill each other in on all of the good stuff.

the kids are doing great. mr. f has grown so much this summer. i am so proud of the super accomplishments he has made. he has always been so sweet and gentle, but he adores his brother and they can entertain each other for hours. the other night they were snuggled up in mr. d's bed and mr. f was making up stories. it was awesome.

it wasn't so bad

the first trip out marc had wasn't so bad on our end. we were team M. the kids trooped on, then thursday it was meltdown city. but i coped, i went on, i did.not.collapse.

but in the end we did. after a safe arrival from the east coast mr. mccee landed in our town ready to pass out after a quick snuggle.

our first weekend together in 11 years was awesome. it was amazing. we spent the whole time together not worrying about the house, puttering on just getting things done. we thought he would be in town for a few weeksso we wouldn't have to stress about preparing for another week of him being away, but today, we found out he would be gone again on sunday. at least we will have capt bogg on saturday...

i am not sure how i am going to like this, but for now he is so happy that i can't burst his bubble.

missing idaho

last night my grandmother died. it has been a hard past few years for everyone in idaho. she had alzheimers, which i have decided is the cruelest disease ever. i feel so much sadness for the whole situation. mostly i feel sad for my grandfather for losing his life partner, and grieving for many years. he couldn't take care of her, so he put her in a home, which was hard for him. but he couldn't do it by himself. i don't blame him at all. i have a hard enough time with two children. the last few months have been a downward spiral for her. she is now at peace.

right now i wish i was in idaho so i could be there with him.

Raining in August...

Stole it from the Writers Almanac, but really people, it is August and raining in lovely Oregon. How wrong is that?


There Will Come Soft Rains

by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

transition

last night we had dinner, well more like a feast actually, at my mom's for mr. m's birthday. i made the raddest banana cake ever. i must say it turned out so yummy i even noticed dad snake another piece while no one was looking. i think i will make a simpler form sometime this week. it was that good.

mr. m starts his new job this week. i know it will be great for him, but i am still feeling nervous. he received a generous gift certificate for new duds from my mom and dad for his big day. so today we went through ALL of his clothes and threw out anything ever stained by food or missing buttons. it was fun to see him so excited about his clothes, and not fighting with me if i said, this one is too stained... he did it all himself. this transition from one life to the next will be interesting for the both of us. our shoes are now in the living room for both of us to go through, i didn't realize i had so many. he only has 9 pairs, including slippers, i have 21. why do i need so many shoes?? i have worn my flip flops every day for the last two weeks, and what do i think? i think i need a new pair of cute sandals.

this weekend though turned out to be nothing that i planned. declan wouldn't nap all weekend, and i am exhausted from just trying to put him down all day, and finally at 6:30 i succeeded, and now i want to take a nap myself. i think i am going to take a day off this week just to chill with the kids. i haven't really had the chance since i transitioned to the new job just to hang out at the house with just us. mr. m leaves for his first trip next week, and i would kind of like to be more prepared, it is like starting school i think. you want everything to be ready for your first day, books in place, clothes picked out. i am fully aware of how crazy things will be. i am sure i will feel lonely. that is what i am scared of the most.

one of the loveliest weekends ever

my first weekend post working at my new job.

come friday, i went home a little bit early, sat on the back porch and had a beer with my husband, and then we proceeded to clean the house. it was awesome. i did not crawl into bed out of pure exhaustion.

on saturday we went and picked up the oldest boy of the clan from camp (let's have a shout out to grandma for this one) he had a great time, but he definelety had some separation anxiety. he has been my best friend since we got back. we went out to dinner at kenny and zukes on saturday night too...

this is what i ate:

as for this place, i could have just gone there over the weekend and stayed in bed for the rest of it and feel satisfied with how i spent my time. this place was so absolutely lovely that i can't rave enough. the staff was great to my kids, they were great to us. it was so nice to be at a place that actually respected my kids. half of the places we have been lately it has been so, oh, 2 and 3/4. no, i am sorry, but my child is a full person. please people get a grip. if you wait on me, you need to be nice to my kids, and if you treat them less than human you don't get as good of a tip as if you treated them with respect and DID NOT snub your nose at them. yes, my kids can be a handful, the youngest needs to be entertained all of the time and has a hard time sitting still, but it isn't like i am going to super fancy restaurant with him either. we can't afford to eat like that!

anyway, kenny and zukes rocks. the food was great. f kept saying, there is no such thing as too much pastrami and kenny and zukes. and he is right.

yesterday cousin l came and hung out with us for the day, which was wonderful. those two get along really well, and they are mellow and i got a lot of things done around the house. i baked bread, puttered away in the kitchen and did some laundry.

then my mother in law came over, and my sister and her boy came to pick up l. we hung out outside, visited, drank iced tea and lemonade and ate a lovely picnic dinner (thanks mom-in-law!). it was lovely. as neighbors passed by we got to wave and chat and catch up with them. it was such a relaxing and lovely day. i couldn't have asked for a better one.

summer does rock.

this has been stuck in my head all day

New Job

just real quick....

the new job is great...

i am tired at the end of the day, but this is a lot of fun. i wonder if i will ever get sick of looking at houses. i really like the client interaction aspect. and my bosses are the coolest people ever. i get to wear flip flops to work!

another poem, more cleaning

This poet I knew once. We went to school together and spent a lot of time hanging out. He was one of those great friends that are boys and will never hit on you, but will give you a bad time for every boy you ever kiss. Of course we live in the same town, but now I have kids, and he is a poet.

SLOW DANCE

More than putting another man on the moon,
more than a New Year’s resolution of yogurt and yoga,
we need the opportunity to dance
with really exquisite strangers. A slow dance
between the couch and dinning room table, at the end
of the party, while the person we love has gone
to bring the car around
because it’s begun to rain and would break their heart
if any part of us got wet. A slow dance
to bring the evening home, to knock it out of the park. Two people
rocking back and forth like a buoy. Nothing extravagant.
A little music. An empty bottle of whiskey.
It’s a little like cheating. Your head resting
on his shoulder, your breath moving up his neck.
Your hands along her spine. Her hips
unfolding like a cotton napkin
and you begin to think about how all the stars in the sky
are dead. The my body
is talking to your body slow dance. The Unchained Melody,
Stairway to Heaven, power-cord slow dance. All my life
I’ve made mistakes. Small
and cruel. I made my plans.
I never arrived. I ate my food. I drank my wine.
The slow dance doesn’t care. It’s all kindness like children
before they turn four. Like being held in the arms
of my brother. The slow dance of siblings.
Two men in the middle of the room. When I dance with him,
one of my great loves, he is absolutely human,
and when he turns to dip me
or I step on his foot because we are both leading,
I know that one of us will die first and the other will suffer.
The slow dance of what’s to come
and the slow dance of insomnia
pouring across the floor like bath water.
When the woman I’m sleeping with
stands naked in the bathroom,
brushing her teeth, the slow dance of ritual is being spit
into the sink. There is no one to save us
because there is no need to be saved.
I’ve hurt you. I’ve loved you. I’ve mowed
the front yard. When the stranger wearing a shear white dress
covered in a million beads
comes toward me like an over-sexed chandelier suddenly come to life,
I take her hand in mine. I spin her out.
and bring her in. This is the almond grove
in the dark slow dance.
It is what we should be doing right now. Scrapping
for joy. The haiku and honey. The orange and orangutang slow dance.

-Matthew Dickman

Packing up my stuff

This poem has been in my fishbowl office for almost two years. I am going to miss looking at it every day.

Emma Howell

It Is the Morning of the Day of Bleach
— for Galway Kinnell


It is the morning of the day
of bleach, mid-month, day after
payday full moon & we are
cleaning the house gutting
the squash
preparing the soup for our
religion.
Soon we’ll go down to the water
to salt our selves clean.
Meanwhile I set pumpkin with
gergelin to boil. Meanwhile
I try to remember what my
mother showed me —
how lavender is the taste
of purity
and we grow it in herb
boxes to remember how we are
little girls and sleeping still
whispers this is the prayer of
safe homes, I live all day with
the Book of Nightmares in my ear
whispered toward my womb.
With nightmares my mother cradled
me to sleep. With nightmares I sing
I raise the bread I will eat all
week. Between assaults I come in,
my empty home lays hold of me, shrugs
my bags off, unchains my feet. The house
whispers calm yourself eat your bread
take your dose of nightmare sweet air.


- Salvador, Brasil, 2001

dmv

this morning i went to the dmv to update some car information before our trip, just in case we drive through philomath on the way there.

the rocker girl was working, the one i know my husband has a not-so-secret crush on... and i thought, i don't care what other folks think about the dmv. i love our neighborhood dmv. the wait is never more than 15 minutes, the people who work there are awesome and always so very nice, and my husband even thinks one is incredibly cute.

this morning i was in love with my neighborhood and the cool folks i hung out with this morning waiting in line.

for love or money

yeah! i finally gave my notice.

i am excited to be moving on to my new position. it will give me much more flexibility when it comes to my family. i will be able to stay home on sick days (like today) and know that i will not go back to chaos. i will be able to go to school picnics, take vacation and not have to work extra just to take the time off, and i WILL NOT miss any more performances.

but, on the downside i am going to miss my job a lot. i really enjoy the work i do, but unfortunately i have a high work load and i am underfunded and i just have to have my life back. but i really love my job so this decision was really hard to make. and, they aren't making it easy to leave, suddenly i am finding myself with a whole bunch of projects i didn't count on.

love or money.

i do think i will really like my new job, it is a huge turn in my life, my bosses are cool, and i get an iphone.

off to the beach this weekend for our annual vacation. hopefully i can find the cord for the camera and i can finally download some pics.

coffee is my friend

happy tuesday. i no longer believe in mondays. mondays are somebody's idea of a sick joke.

it was a wonderful weekend. big s's parents were down and i got to hang out with them. i am sad i missed another friend's poetry reading, but it wasn't going to happen the way time worked. there is not enough time in one day! now that summer is here we are making things happen one day at a time.

on sunday all of us, the kids, mr. mccee, big s and parents, brother and more kids, did the sunday parkways. the kids scootered and we walked and it was lovely. now i see so many more people in my neighborhood riding home from work than last week. and the benefit to the young master has been wonderful... he now wants to scooter everywhere. but it was wonderful, i ran into so many people. the feeling of being able to walk down the middle of the street and not worry about cars was fantastic. i hope the city of portland has another sunday parkways.

Oh, and thank god. i am not slowly killing myself with coffee. i was a little afraid.

why i love summer - part I

finally a work a sort of mellow day. heck, i am at work, during work times, and i have the time to write just a few little sentences i feel like it is a great sense of relief. i have a great weekend planned out for the kids, and they don't know the half of it.

i am giving my notice on monday, and i am relieved, but at the same time i am so scared about what the future will hold. all will be well. mr. mcCee is stoked for me, and at the same time i know a little sad because he has been working really hard to get out of his line of work. it will happen eventually. we have been getting along so well now for the last few months that i don't know what do. i know we have both grown up immensely, and that helps a lot.

hopefully this weekend i can get some great shots of the boys and show how much they have grown. d man is talking non stop, and hopefully we can move onto potty training soon. it needs to happen. at least i am ready for it to happen, haven't talked much to him about it though.

best quote of the weekend

from his friend mister k, a good friend of master f, who had borrowed a shirt for our raucous trip to bullwinkles so he wouldn't be too hot-

sniff sniff, 'master f, your house smells good. i can smell it in your shirt.' (continues sniffing)

wow. thanks tide. i really appreciated that! i swelled with that one all day. who knew that would make me feel like a great mom for a few moments. advertising really does work.

staying home

i am in the midst of a home vacation right now. i took a few days off to visit friends, interview and just hang out and clean house. my house is pretty clean right now, and it is great how i have the time to clean a mess as it happens. what a crazy feeling.

spending time with the kids has been so wonderful. it has allowed me to be around so master f can have a friend or two come over and play and it makes it so i can actually feed them a meal or two at home. cooking a home meal, even lunch makes me so happy.

so, with my separation anxieties i already have with the dman, this home vacation is bringing up even more split emotions about my life. i have been working so hard the past few years at a job i seriously thought would boost my career, but it has sucked up my home life. there has been no balance. i find myself not seeing my kids for a few days because i work so hard, and then i still can't pay the bills because the pay is so ridiculously bad. what am i doing?? and then i know, i would love to be able to work just a bit so i can stay home more. nothing makes me so happy as being with the kids, having kids over, playing with them and planning activities. dman is getting older, and i feel i have missed his whole entire two years of life. wtf. is life supposed to be like this, one of the reasons you have kids is to spend time with them.

so tomorrow i have a potential job offer at another position similar to the one i have right now but in the private sector. of course the money is better, the job has less responsibility, and the people i would work with are awesome. of course this sounds great, but would i be taking a step back in my career? i am seriously overqualified, but spending time with my kids at night and having a balance is so important. i don't want to miss another school performance or a fun afternoon at school because i am so overworked that i have to work harder to prepare for a day off. this year has really sucked a lot and marc has had to take on a lot of the slack, which wasn't really fair when i got jealous.

but really, i want to be independently wealthy and never leave my kids unless i want too. that is the real dream right now.

First post- Inspiration

I am having a crappy day, and I thought I would cheer myself up. I completely ripped this off from another blog I frequent, but it made my day.




Cheers all! My new half year resolution: May I get time to post on this little blog.