Sunday, September 23, 2012


Didn't anticipate how affected I would be by my grades. I got a 48/50 on a paper and I was embrassingly upset about it. I had a test that I wasn't fully prepared for and I still have not gotten over that. I'm still waiting for my grade on that one. *twitch twitch* I did, however, do completely awesome on my first Statistics test. Yeah!

Our weeks have been looking something like this.

Monday- Do devoitonals, take the darlings to their classrooms, go to Statistics, meet up with Lindsey, eat food, go to Yoga, get the darlings, head home (count the busses we see on the way). Hang out at home, do some chores, go to the Y and work out, come home and eat dinner, eat dessert, do bedtime. I do homework, I pass out.

Tuesday- Devotionals, Darlings to class, I go to Adolescent Development,  I have a break where I either work on my book or do homework, go to Children's Literature, Go to Child Development, Get Darlings, come home, hang out with Bob, go to the Y and work out, come home eat food, hang out, do bedtime, work on book/homework, pass out.

Wednesday- Do devoitonals, take the darlings to their classrooms, go to Statistics, meet up with Lindsey, eat food, go to Yoga, go to Career Explorations class, Go get darlings, head home, eat dinner, watch cartoons and hang out, do bedtimes, homework/book, passout.

Thursday: Devotionals, darlings to classrooms, Go to Adolescent Development, work on homework/book or watch Naruto on break, eat food, go to Children's literature, go to Child Developement, get darlings, head home, eat dinner, hang out with family, do bedtime, work on homework/book, pass out.

Friday: Devotionals, darlings to classrooms, go to Statistics, work on homework for 30 minutes afterward then get the kids, head home, hang out, desperatly try to clear a path through the dishes and laundry, hang out with Bob, go to the Y and work out, come home eat dinner, hangout as family, dessert, bedtimes, Bob goes out, I work on my book.


That has been the general syllabus of my life. I'm enjoying being out in society except for dropping the kids off. That is always pretty sad for me. We sing a song on the way to school that we stole from a kid show:

Whereever you go
Whatever you do
I'm always going to come back for you.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Good Day

Had a wonderful day today. Which would have not been possible without divine intervention. I went to bed late-ish last night and I am in the mood danger zone and Bob left at 11a to go camping.

First Marley and I colored the tips of our hair with markers.

Then we went to the grocery store and got almond milk and other stuff (but who cares about other stuff). Solomon started crying in the store  because I told him he could have a doughnut in the car but since he's a two year old boy all he heard was "You can have a doughnut" and then none appeared. I was at that point starting to get hungry (which usually makes me hot tempered and/or fainty) but I handled it. God held all my pieces together. We all enjoyed a doughnut in the car. Marley had a powdered sugar kruller for the first time and Solomon had the world's largest stickiest chocolate frosting and sprinkles doughnut. YES I gave him a doughnut after he cried about it, AND it was right before lunch AND he had a mini cookie from the nice Kroger bakery people. This is my wonderful day, I'm ok with it. I learned from my mother that when dad is out somewhere you are OK to do things in a "special way". Like pizza and watching TV during dinner every Friday night during Fall because your dad is coaching that one sport with the lemon-shaped ball.
... I think I just digressed on a digression. If only THAT was a sport.

Then we came home and had lunch and Solomon went down for a nap. I suspect he played in his crib for an hour first because he was in his crib quiet from 1:30 till 5. I think 3.5 hours was his previous record. Marley and I played plastic animals on my bed for awhile and we sat by the sunny window in my room in the wingback chair while I jotted down ideas and Marley colored dinosaurs and told me about stuff. The wind was blowing in the window, Marley's eyes were almost purple in the sunshine. When Solomon finally did wake up, I had the world's best store-bought pizza ready. Freschetta Harvest Supreme. Then after we each had 2-3 slices (it's thin crust!) we went on a walk with the wagon and the trash bag. Honestly by the end of the walk I could have gone without it but at least we picked up some trash. Headed to the backyard to play the preschool variety of hide and seek. Which does not even really require moving. I sat in the hammock with them and then they went down the slide for awhile. Solomon became very pleased with the amount of echoing his shout received.

I tempted them inside with dessert and on the way back up the hill we stopped to pick some oregano. Put the oregano inside and had an ice cream sandwich (for Marley) and 3 cookies (for Solomon). I know, we ate a bunch of junk today. The cookies were Who-nu's (fiber and calcium enriched!) if that helps anyone stop judging me.

We went back up to my room and the sun was setting, the light was falling prettily across their feet on my bed as they watched Special Agent Oso and I tied strings of oregano up to dry.

Then I put them both down to bed with no fussing and here I am. Listening to ambient music streaming on Pandora blogging before I write some fiction. Fiction where no one is going to have a particularly wonderful day.

Praise God for interceding between my mood and my kids!

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Read my homework!!!*_0

My first writing assignment in Meghyn-returns-to-college! The assignment should be fairly evident. My life as a reader.

            My life as a reader may seem to be a fairly modest one, but only as it compares to other’s who either “work as writers” or have more contented children. My humble opinion is that the things I have read have lent me a fairly glorious existence. My mom and dad both took the task of reading to my sisters and I seriously. I remember reading Goodnight Moon, Mickey in the Night Kitchen and every manner of Dr. Suess book. Shel Silverstein’s collections were also something we read, along with those two good ladies Amelia Bedelia and Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle. We first read them together and then, later I would read them for myself when anything on the bookshelf would suffice, so long as I was reading. Most notably I read the Bible (NIV) cover to cover.

            When books became something I could do for myself (behold the power of that little red card), I would take ten and twenty titles out at a time. Sometimes I managed to read age-appropriate material and sometimes I would sneak in something a bit mature for my tender years. So lurking under Babysitter’s Club, Anne of Green Gables, A Song in the Silence would be a copy of The Vampire Lestat. I loved them all. Now that I have developed equal senses of humor and shame I realize I loved not wisely but too well.

            In high school I had more to prove as my circle began to care and ask “What have you read?” Being unwilling to mention Rice or worse I had to read something else and quickly. My life was changed for the nerdier when I tore my way through every novel in the Dune series. I don’t mean just the Frank Herbert novels either. I read the prequels, the original series and every book that followed until I was forced to be satisfied with what became of the real Kwisatz Haderach. The Post-Dune self could only handle fantasy and science fiction series for some time. I needed characters that wouldn’t abandon me for three or four books. The Kushiel’s Series, The Sword of Truth series, The Sun Sword series and more that I have forgotten, which fell into the category of fictional fodder, only written well enough to help me bide time till I found something I actually liked.

            I read things outside the realms of series as was necessary. I read the must-read classics: Alice in Wonderland, Ishmael (this was a classic to my group at any rate), To Kill a Mockingbird. All the titles you read or you just don’t care about fiction and culture. Books like The Poisonwood Bible, the Soul of Rumi, Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old like a Skank, The Sweet Potato Queens’ Guide to Raising Children for Fun and Profit, and every book ever written by Neil Gaimen and/or Terry Pratchett were all books that I read to fulfill a mood (and loved).

            Lately (the last 3 years) I have not done as much reading. When I have spare time I indulge in that great self-exultation called writing. I occasionally reread something or get into something Janet Evanovich has pumped out or read something from The Cat Who series. A recent favorite is Angry Conversations with God, which is a hilarious account of a woman who goes to a marriage counselor for her relationship with God, completely brilliant. The large part of my reading now is my own work, my children’s choices, the Bible and nutrition labels. I assure myself that all of life moves in phases and that I will someday return to my escapist hermit tendencies and maybe by then there will be some new science fiction worth reading (but I doubt it).




Tuesday, September 4, 2012

This is my 400th blog since moving to Blogger.

I've been having bouts of insomnia the last few weeks. Not so unusual for me but it had been under control since we joined the Y and I was working out regularly. Now I stay up THINKING and THINKING. Not worrying, just considering, planning, devising and talking to (and occasionally at) God. The last few nights have been less logical in their direction. Future planning takes a backseat (for the moment) for fiction-plotting. Last night while trying to focus my eyes on the moving ceiling fan blades in the dark I wrote the first 3 paragraphs of a book. They were so good I ended up getting out of bed to jot them down. Before you think to yourself "Well no wonder she can't sleep she has her eyes open and keeps jumping out of bed", Well... actually you can go ahead and think that. Just don't SAY IT, unless you hear me complaining about my sleep issues (this doesn't count, it's my blog, I am talking to future me.)

The only time unwarranted advice is acceptable is in response to pitiful whining.

Where am I?
Right. So I found this program that I am hoping will help me to get out the thoughts before they start playing a thoughtful game of ping pong in my head while I should be sleeping. Genius?! Nope, it doesn't work BUT... it is fun. Let me briefly explain what the software does: You are basically mapping out your ideas. You can endlessly expand on them, divide them and connect them. It allows the visual person to construct nonlinear thinking into something... less useless.

I took a screenshot of a small branch of "My Brain" as the software calls it.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Solomon's natality festivus

This is a photo of the police baricade when we tried to go the Museum Center for Solomon's birthday. Way off in the distance we could see BIG letters on a fancy bus that let us know what was going on.
It says ROMNEY.
As my friend Debra Wexler put it, "Thats what you get for living in a swing state."
My Deegie during his first nap as a 2 year old.
My 2 year old riding a rhinoceras with the American flag displayed prominently in the background. EPIC!