Do you know what I did today? I sat outside and watched my husband and my son play catch. I wore sunglasses and no jacket. Keeping my nose pointed at the sun, I hardly noticed the two feet of snow still blanketing the yard.
Did I mention that everyone in my town has spring fever? A co-worker of mine wore sandals to work today, but also brought "warm" shoes for recess duty. People are talking about their gardens as if they are already planted. My kids are excited because olive-drab patches of grass are peeking up through the melting snow.
It reminds me of my favorite Billy Holiday song:
The very thought of you,
and I forget to do
those little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do...
That, of course, was a love song directed towards a person. But it clearly has applications for spring. We'll take what we can get. One degree fahrenheit at a time.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Done!
Yes, I finished the book. And now I get to do my first book review for you! This is very official, of course. And I'm not saying nice things just because Becca is my friend. I'm saying nice things because My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions is a good book!
Sarah has a thing for two things: romance novels (the kind with women pouring out of their dresses) and nice guys (the kind who are hot). A college freshman, she soon meets Ben, a really hot, really nice guy. She can't figure out why someone like him would want to hang out with someone like her. Having been burned before, Sarah has to decide if Ben is the real deal or just another villain from a romance novel.
I guess you'll have to read it for yourself if you want to find out...
By the way, Becca has written another book, entitled Bright Blue Miracle (another fabulous read). If you want to know more about her, check her out here: www.beccawilhite.com
Sarah has a thing for two things: romance novels (the kind with women pouring out of their dresses) and nice guys (the kind who are hot). A college freshman, she soon meets Ben, a really hot, really nice guy. She can't figure out why someone like him would want to hang out with someone like her. Having been burned before, Sarah has to decide if Ben is the real deal or just another villain from a romance novel.
I guess you'll have to read it for yourself if you want to find out...
By the way, Becca has written another book, entitled Bright Blue Miracle (another fabulous read). If you want to know more about her, check her out here: www.beccawilhite.com
Friday, March 12, 2010
Do You Know What This Is?
This is an image of the newest book written by my brilliant friend, Becca Wilhite. I just picked up my copy today and I am so excited to read it! If you're smart, and you enjoy really good books, I mean REALLY GOOD books, go and get your copy today. Right now! You won't be sorry.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
My Crazy Mixed-Up Day
My day started off like this: I realized that I am married to a wookie. Not because he's big and fuzzy and cuddly. But because he sounds like one when he sleeps. Something has got to give, because:
I got it in my head somehow that everyone at school was supposed to wear green. We've been celebrating Dr. Seuss' birthday all week and I thought that we were all wearing green in honor of Green Eggs and Ham. I told my kindergarteners to show up today in as much green as they possibly could because there was going to be a prize awarded to the class who had the most. So this morning, my 22 5 and 6-year-olds came decked out in their most verde-licious duds. There were green bows, beads, socks, tights, shoes, shirts, and even a green shark-tooth necklace. Much to my dismay, there was no such contest going on.
Unfortunately, they kept asking when the student council was coming to count up their green-ness. So, being a master of improv, I said, "let me count you all up and I'll turn it in to the principal." Fortunately there is a grocery store right next to the school and I quickly ducked out during recess to pick up some green peeps as their "prize."
As I was walking down the hall towards the exit, I noticed a man, who I assumed was a substitute teacher, using a snow shovel to prop open the door (yes we had a major snowstorm overnight). You have to have an activated I.D. badge to get into any door in the school, besides the main entrance. Hence, I presumed, the reason for the snow shovel. His minivan was parked in the drop-off/pick-up zone and for some unexplained reason, as I crossed the parking lot, he decided to back up at full speed. In other words, he punched it. In other words, I found myself running for my life. Across a snowy, slushy, slippery parking lot. He missed me by a few inches. When he realized what he had done, he did apologize, and proceeded to explain that he was trying to back up to his former parking spot. There were no parking spots available in the area he was reversing toward, by the way. I found out later that there were no male substitutes in the building today, so I still don't know who he was.
Needless to say, I came home and took a long nap.
I got it in my head somehow that everyone at school was supposed to wear green. We've been celebrating Dr. Seuss' birthday all week and I thought that we were all wearing green in honor of Green Eggs and Ham. I told my kindergarteners to show up today in as much green as they possibly could because there was going to be a prize awarded to the class who had the most. So this morning, my 22 5 and 6-year-olds came decked out in their most verde-licious duds. There were green bows, beads, socks, tights, shoes, shirts, and even a green shark-tooth necklace. Much to my dismay, there was no such contest going on.
Unfortunately, they kept asking when the student council was coming to count up their green-ness. So, being a master of improv, I said, "let me count you all up and I'll turn it in to the principal." Fortunately there is a grocery store right next to the school and I quickly ducked out during recess to pick up some green peeps as their "prize."
As I was walking down the hall towards the exit, I noticed a man, who I assumed was a substitute teacher, using a snow shovel to prop open the door (yes we had a major snowstorm overnight). You have to have an activated I.D. badge to get into any door in the school, besides the main entrance. Hence, I presumed, the reason for the snow shovel. His minivan was parked in the drop-off/pick-up zone and for some unexplained reason, as I crossed the parking lot, he decided to back up at full speed. In other words, he punched it. In other words, I found myself running for my life. Across a snowy, slushy, slippery parking lot. He missed me by a few inches. When he realized what he had done, he did apologize, and proceeded to explain that he was trying to back up to his former parking spot. There were no parking spots available in the area he was reversing toward, by the way. I found out later that there were no male substitutes in the building today, so I still don't know who he was.
Needless to say, I came home and took a long nap.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Something
I've been thinking all day about what I could possibly post to the blog tonight.
Nothing.
And then.
Reading, in the bathtub of course, something beautiful (from The Book Thief):
"She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain."
Nothing.
And then.
Reading, in the bathtub of course, something beautiful (from The Book Thief):
"She was the book thief without the words. Trust me, though, the words were on their way, and when they arrived, Liesel would hold them in her hands like the clouds, and she would wring them out like the rain."
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Utah Weather in March
Doing laundry yesterday, I realized that the warmest item of clothing I own is my old U of A sweatshirt. How's that for irony?
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