Our Weekend...
...was perfect. It will go down in history as one of my all-time favorites. We drove 40 minutes to a little mountain town where we stopped for our annual plate-sized donuts, then bought the permit to chop down a Christmas tree in the Pike National Forest. We tried a different spot this year, with great success. It took us a while to settle on the right tree because we had a few good ones to choose from. Carver chopped it down, and David and I (well, mostly David) hauled it to the roof of our car and drove it home. This year the kids decorated the tree entirely by themselves. Carver stood on the ladder for the highest branches, and Lily and Zinabu took care of the bottom. David and I sat and watched them, just delighting in their joy. Our tree is very kid-friendly. It's not color-coordinated or fancy or something that would win an award. But to us it's perfect. Every ornament the kids have ever made is on our tree--in fact, the kid-made ornaments take up most of the room. After decorating, we went out to dinner but gave ourselves plenty of time to come back home and watch It's A Wonderful Life together. It's David's all-time favorite movie, and he watches it every Christmas season. If you want to see David cry, feel free to join us next year during the viewing. We wanted to start the tradition of including the kids, so this was our first year. Other than having to pause the movie every 10 minutes to explain to Z what was going on, it was a huge hit. It was one of those days that you look around at your family and feel so thankful you belong to one another.

In the car, headed up the mountain pass.

Finding our spot in the woods.

On the hunt. The Santa hats are vital.

In front of the tree we chose right before cutting it down.
I think David was trying to tell me something important.
Bless his heart.

Not helping at all. Being a boy in the woods.

Next year, I think Carver might be tall enough to help put the
tree on top of the car.



Mama and Lily. Mama looks tired. Lily looks like she could
climb 50 trees and run 20 miles.



Getting ready to bring the tree home.

David takes a well-earned break with hot chocolate
and the rabbits.

Lily decorates.





The finished product. All 12 feet of it. You can't
even see the bottom third because it's so tall. Love it!



Tonight, at my 59th orchestra concert of the season, I couldn't figure out why the guy next to us was giving me weird looks. Carver was onstage, my mom and Lily and David were listening to the music, and Zinabu was next to me, quietly looking at his book.

Then I glanced at the book. Oh yeah. Zinabu brought his snake book. The book with every snake in the world, facts about the snakes, and illustrations of their deadly attacks. The illustration was currently showing a viper attacking a farmer. Biting his neck. The farmer in agony. Deadly venom being pumped into his bloodstream. Awesome.

So take that, everybody. We like to go to music concerts and look at crazy venomous snakes and how they kill people. I dare you to sit next to us.

Wordless Wednesday

Shopping
There are some people I know who are choosing to avoid the stores this holiday season and, instead, have a "homemade" holiday. As in, they're making all their gifts. I had actually considered this idea a few weeks ago. Then I remembered 2 very important things. Number 1: I hate to knit. I HATE it! I taught myself a few years ago and I discovered it was an activity that I could actually fall asleep while sitting up. It just plain bores me to tears. I wish it didn't, but I'm being honest. Number 2: I can't sew. I've tried. I've practiced. I've persevered. And I broke my sewing machine. Sewing and Cathy do not mix. At all. So if you hate knitting and you can't sew, what does that leave you with? A hot glue gun and ..... ? You see my dilemma. If we were living on the prairie 150 years ago, my family would all be dead.

However, it is incredibly delightful to witness the creativity and passion of those women more able than myself. Deirdre and Carrie, to name a few. Feel free to follow along as they count the days until Christmas and see what they come up with.

As for myself, we will be buying items for our kids and each other. But that's not to say we all need to go overboard in the consumerism department. Everything in moderation, correct? First and foremost, how do you plan to give to those less fortunate this holiday season? Do you have a favorite charity? A family you know that's suffered a job loss and is not expecting to have a Christmas this year? Do you give to the same place or try to find a new organization to support each year?

If you're still looking for that one place to donate to, may I make a few suggestions?

Water For Christmas. Your money goes to help give clean water to people who are without. $20 can give one person clean water for 20 years. When was the last time you blew $20 on something? How insanely blessed we are in this country to have so much and take something like water for granted. Go to Tesi's blog to read how her son shared with her that fetching clean water was part of his job--at age 3.

Ethiopia Reads. Pretty basic stuff here. Donate books to Ethiopian children. Get them reading. Give them a chance. Had Zinabu not been adopted by anyone (that just gives me chills and I need to excuse myself for a moment to get some Kleenex) I would want him to have books. Books and books and books.

Pamba Toto Jewelry. My friend Colleen is in charge of this organization, and it is amazing. If you have a problem with faith-based charities, I implore you to give this one a chance. Rescuing orphaned children from the slums of Kenya's Mathare Valley, she and her team arranged 2 group homes for the kids to live in and receive an education, health care, food, and a family structure. The beads they buy for their jewelry is 100% fair trade, and they make sure they support local craftsmen/women. It's beautiful jewelry going to a wonderful cause.

Mosquito Nets. Something else we take for granted. Screens on our windows. Bug spray. And living in a non-malaria infested country. This here's an easy one. A no-brainer. Go for it.

Thanks for listening.

Monday

It's 9:05 on Monday morning and it has come to my attention that a shower may not be in the cards today. Which is especially pathetic considering I've been up since 6. A good part of my morning was spent digging through our depleted pantry and trying to come up with 3 lunches for the kids to take to school. (What is the nutritional value of pickled ginger, by the way? If they ate that with some crackers, does it count as a sandwich?) Lots of driving to school, which included trying to answer Zinabu's question of what time of day the roads on the north side of the neighborhood are busiest (someone help me!), and then a ton of paperwork/bill paying. I'm supposed to leave here in 30 minutes to help in Lily's classroom, and because I am choosing to blog rather than devote time to my personal hygiene... well, you get the picture. I just opened a bill from a doctor that we thought was covered by our insurance but it is not, and that just took the wind out of my sails. I also opened a letter from our sponsored child in Uganda, and he writes that he wishes he could hear from me more. GUILT!!!! My Christmas photo cards should be arriving in the mail any day now, which means having to do the work of mailing them out. It could be worse, though. I could be David, whose schedule is 6,000 times more awful than mine.

Trying to keep some perspective.

Music

Lily and best friend Bailey

Last week was Lily's Orchestra concert. I am well-seasoned in these, since Carver has been playing bass for 3 years. But it was Lily's first and she was very excited. Her orchestra teacher at her little elementary school is a saint. Truly. Can you imagine taking a bunch of boys and girls who are just learning their instruments and making an actual song come out of them? It boggles the human mind.

Turns out the piano accompanist that had helped in past years was no longer available, so they desperately needed a piano player. In stepped my mom. And then, there was no bass player. Could Carver possibly help them by playing in the concert? Sure! So Zinabu and I sat in the audience and half my family was up on stage. I'm not sure who had the most fun... mom, Lily, or Carver.

This week starts complete insanity around here. Between David's school, Carver's school, and Lily and Z's school, there is something going on every day of the week--morning, noon, and night. I don't mind, because it is just a season, and all the events are incredibly fun and exciting. We won't see much of David until winter vacation, but knowing that is just 2 weeks away, we can handle it. We will carve out time next Saturday to drive to the mountains and cut down our tree. But other than that, he is swamped. The man is a gem.

After weeks and weeks of illness, we have gone 5 whole days without anyone being sick. It's very thrilling. Gosh, do you think we might last another week too? Is that just way too much to hope for? I like to dream big.

The Post In Which I Tell You About A Difficult Conversation

The Scene: Our Kitchen
Date: Yesterday
Time: Way too early. About 6:15 am.

Me: DAVID (in a hoarse whisper)
David: What?
Me: How much do you love me?
David: Huh?
Me: How much do you love me?????
David: Is this a trick question?
Me: No. How much? A lot? Like... really a lot?
David: Why?
Me: THERE IS A MOUSE IN THE MOUSE TRAP AND IT'S STILL ALIVE! I just checked the trap and his little tail is stuck in it and it's looking up at me with big brown eyes and I CAN'T STAND IT!
Daivd: _________
Me: Well? Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee?
David: I'm not even dressed yet!
Me: Please, honey.
David: Will you remember this at 9:00 tonight?
Me: Absolutely. I'll never, ever, ever forget.
David: Fine.

(Unfortunately, an animal was harmed--fatally--in the telling of this story.)

Wordless Wednesday



Family holiday photo: take 1




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Time to give up.



I'm back.

We survived another trip away. This time only 3 things went majorly wrong. I will not be a whiny Wendy though. I'm grateful for so much--family most of all. Hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving.

How To Kill Your Husband

Today I am taking part in what I am sure will turn into a murder. David wanted oyster stew this week. The man got a wild hair and started craving the stuff. Him mom always made a pot of it during the holidays, and he just wanted to eat it again. David asked me to pick up the ingredients at the store today, but he told me he'd be happy to make it. I wasn't to worry about it. He's so kind.

Turns out I had a little more time on my hands today than I was expecting so I decided to be nice and make the stew for him. It was then that I ran into an ethical dilemma. Make the stew and give him a heart attack in a bowl, or throw the ingredients away and suffer his disappointment. I made the stew.

I am an enabler. And possibly worse... a murderer. I need to go sit down.

A stick of butter.

Heavy cream.

Bacon fat.

This will not end well.

Even More Thankful
Yesterday we spent the morning at David's school putting together Thanksgiving dinners for students and their families. There is a wonderful organization at the school that raises money throughout the year and helps the kids who are living in poverty. There is a food pantry at the school, funds for clothing and school supplies, and money for these kids to pay for extra curricular activities. David is very proud to work at a place that cares deeply for its own.

This year over 100 Thanksgiving dinners and food items were organized and set up in the gym. We went to help with the loading/delivery process. Families could come to the school and pick up a dinner, or staff was there to help deliver the food to those that needed it. I brought my camera, but my kids were working too hard for me to capture them together in one shot. Did they groan and complain that we were going to donate our time to this on a Saturday morning? Absolutely. But once we got to the school and they saw how they could help, they got down to business and worked with joy. I was a proud mama.

As the morning drew to a close, we took a dinner with us to deliver. David had the address, which was a pay-by-the-week motel. Picture something very sad and then multiply that by 100 and you'll get the idea. David knocked on their motel door and the kids unloaded all the food from our car to hand to them. A family of four was in there, and David knew the students. By name. My kiddos were very quiet as we pulled away, as the severity of the situation sunk in. David and I had to blink back tears for the drive home.... Life is hard enough without the added burden of poverty and despair.

If you have not read Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich yet I implore you to do so. It will radically change you. And be thankful for everything you have. Which, unfortunately, is something I am still working on.

Driving to the high school on a beautiful Saturday morning.

Carver and Z take a quck break in the process to run on the gym floor.

Lily loading up a cart to make another delivery.

Our Thankful Tree

Once we turned the calendar to November, we began our thankful tree. I love watching it grow. I love what my kids say. I love that they don't try to impress anyone with their ideas--like a Miss America pageant contestant hoping for world peace. My kids are thankful for things that are close to them and make them feel good. Like dogs and snowboarding and... bread. Not bread in the I'm-thankful-we-have-food-to-eat sense. But bread in the I-love-carbohydrates-and-things-slathered-in-honey-and-butter sense. Very real.

Wordless Wednesday

This was what I came home to last week. When we leave our house, we keep the dog in the kitchen eating area and close the doors so he can't roam the house. We're pretty strict about where he's allowed to be and what he can and can't do. However...

He managed to jump up onto the table. And then couldn't get down. He was up there for a good 2 hours until I came home and found him. (You'd take a picture, too. It was hilarious.) Have you ever had days like that? Where you look around and think, "How did I get here? Where do I go now?" I do. And often. This is one of those days. We've been sick, sick, sick. I'm way behind on every chore and piece of paperwork you can name. I'm supposed to be training for a half marathon and I've completely lost my desire to run--not to mention the giant setback of our stomach flu. I'm not ready for winter. I'm not ready to be a mom of a 7, 9, and 12 year old--but there's not much I can do about that.

How did I get here?

Laughter and Joy and Zinabu is Now 7

Without my knowledge of how it happened, nor without my permission, my baby turned 7 yesterday. Z, you bring so much laughter and joy to us. Thank you for calling us your family and for loving us with an open heart, even when it was so tough at first. We love you.

Vacation!
Hooray for vacation. We took advantage of the Veteran's Day long weekend and drove to Breckenridge for a family getaway. We were in much need of one. Breckenridge slopes open for the season this weekend, and David and Carver were hoping to get a few runs in. I was looking forward to just being together as a family, staring at the gorgeous scenery, and sitting in a hot tub. (I am very easy to please on vacation.) Here's what's happened so far.

It is 5 degrees.
Carver got the stomach flu.
David got the stomach flu.
The entire city of Breckenridge lost power last night.
I scraped the car up against a cement post in a parking garage. I am afraid to even begin to think about how much that's going to cost. (A lot.)

I bet you can't wait to come to Colorado next summer and vacation with me.

I've Got A Golden Ticket

Don't you want a Golden Ticket? If you're reading this, consider yourself an honorary recipient. I'm thinking about next summer. The summer of 2011 when we are having a blog/reunion/campout/whatever here in Colorado. I'm a tad jealous after reading about another blog par-tay. I won't name names, but Bridget and Rebekah know who they are.

I've done some research on my end, trying to find a campground that would suit every one's needs and wants. Some of you tent it like Eagle Scouts, others of you think living out of a suitcase is roughing it. I thought the Y family camp had the best options, but I didn't like the idea of some of us in cabins, some of us on the other side of the property in tents, and others everywhere in between. It's pricey, in high demand, and overwhelming to think about booking all that--not knowing how many of you are coming and how much space we'd need, etc.

So here's the deal. Please come. All of you. No restrictions. We'll figure it out. I have a friend who has a teeny tiny cabin where we could gather, so we'd all be on the same property in the mountains. But if some of you were willing to come without kiddos we'd have more room for more people. Not to say that kids aren't welcome. Absolutely. But I'm also being realistic. As in, there-is-only-one-toilet realistic. And if all else fails, everyone can come to my house. We have more than enough room--it's enormous, and that's one of the reasons we moved in with my mom. To take advantage of her space.

So if you want to come, start telling me now what weeks WON'T work for you. I'd love to shoot for the first week of July, but I'm open.

Now go admire that Golden Ticket.

Why am I okay about the fact that I am eating Japanese noodle soup at 9:30 in the morning?

Because my youngest often goes through the day with no underwear.
Because my oldest told me at the very last minute that his science project needs to measured by meters, not inches.
Because my middle thinks she is getting a horse for Christmas.
Because my husband will be gone for 15 hours today.
Because the dog has maple syrup in his fur.

Do I really need an excuse?

Want to be a part of a conversation I have almost EVERY SINGLE DAY of my life? Apart from the cyborg voices (which are actually hilarious), and even though I don't have fur on me, this could be me and any stranger on the street. Enjoy.

Zinabu is now free of his troublesome teeth. Remember how his permanent teeth grew in behind his baby teeth and his baby teeth didn't fall out? We went to the dentist this week and finally had them pulled. Tell me if this happens to anyone else besides me, but when Zinabu had to go through something rough, his past and his Ethiopian circumstances come screaming back to me. It's as if he's been through so much already that any additional difficulties seem overwhelmingly unfair. He was very scared to go to the dentist, and he reverted back to his coping mechanisms: staring at a spot on the wall, blinking back tears, and shrugging off my hands which just want to hold him. I hate seeing him go there because it brings back a lot of yucky memories for me and him, not to mention the crappy way he must be feeling. I was able to squeeze his little ankle through the procedure, and he did FINE. He was FINE. The dentist was great. The teeth came out well. And he got a toy from the prize box. But whoa, Nelly, it was a long afternoon.

Assignment: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen authors (poets included) who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.


Result:
1. God (if you count Him as the author of the Bible, then I have to include it)
2. Judy Blume (very funny to write that right after God)
3. Anne Lamott (seriously love that woman)
4. Jane Austen
5. C S Lewis (I still remember my 4th grade teacher reading The Magician's Nephew aloud to us and I hung onto e-v-e-r-y word)
6. Michael Pollan
7. Jimmy Carter
8. Betty Friedan
9. Whoever wrote "What To Expect The First Year" because I pretty much lived on that book after adopting Carver. I had no idea what I was doing.
10. Robert McCloskey
11. Beverly Cleary
12. Jim Wallis
13. Flannery O'Connor
14. E B White
15. J K Rowling (you didn't think I'd forget her, did you?)

Can you tell my favorite genre is children's literature? It just brings back so many warm memories of feeling safe and secure in a book, being caught up in a good story. To this day, few things delight me more than re-reading Ramona The Brave or Charlotte's Web. It's soothing. And other author's on my list helped me define my life choices, philosophies, and faith. It was hard to stop at 15, though. I think 75 might have been a better number.

Whew! Photos found. Thank you, David, for remembering to take a picture while I was sick. A skateboarder, a cowgirl, and a knight. The end.

Happy belated Halloween! I spent the day hunched over the toilet puking my guts out. After 8 hours my stomach finally settled down, but now I'm stuck with a fever, chills, and a body that feels like it was hit by a truck. No clue where I picked up this nasty bug, but I hope no one else in the family gets it. Thank God for my mom, who made dinner last night and got the kids to school this morning. David took the kids trick-or-treating. I was horrified to miss out on that. Just awful. I'm hoping he took a picture of them with his iphone. I was so sick last night I couldn't even talk to him.

On Saturday night David and I went to a Halloween party. He suggested we go as his "worst nightmare."

He's a huge Minnesota Viking's fan, and going as dreaded Green Bay Packer's fans got a few laughs. We had a great time and I even got him to dance a little. That's a rare occurrence.

November was supposed to start 30 Days of Nothing for me. I think I might have to wait for January to do that challenge. Zinabu's birthday is in November, and I'm not ready for it at all. Also, we're going away to Breckenridge 2 different times. Once for Veteran's Day weekend and again for Thanksgiving. I don't feel like I can pull off 30 Days of Nothing without cheating a lot. So I'm putting it off until January. I'm bummed. I love 30 Days of Nothing in November. Our culture jumps from Halloween to Christmas and skips right over Thanksgiving. To me, November should be a time of thankfulness, reflection, gathering in, pausing to reflect, and appreciating all that we're blessed with. We will still do that as a family. (Remember our thankful tree? That's starting as soon as I feel better.) We will not shop for Christmas or think about Christmas or worry about Christmas until December.

And now I'm off to the bathroom...

Duh!
This is what Carver came home from school with the other day. The Boy Scouts made a presentation and passed out these little handbooks. Anyone besides me see the complete irony of handing a bunch of 12 year old boys a free pass to arson?

 I'm Not Making This Stuff Up.
My children are so funny. This is how I found them the other night while
they were practicing their instruments.

Why he's wearing the ninja scarf while drumming, I don't know. Don't ask me
such difficult questions. Too bad his extra large Ethiopian forehead prevents
him from really seeing out of the eye hole. It's a little awkward.

Why are they so weird? Carver practicing in his snowboard
boots. He was excited because they're new and he
didn't want to take them off.

Happy Birthday, David. You are a rock star!

I double-dog dare you... no, wait. I triple-dog dare you to read this book and not cry. Go for it.

I have this huge, gigantic, ranting, pleading, political, religious post in my head that I've written 50 different times and just need to get it out there, but then I think, "Really?" Who would it make feel better? Uh... me. And would it help society in any way? Um, probably not. It ranks right up there with other stupid ideas I've had like growing my hair out. November 2 can't come soon enough, because I'm tired of the hate and the whining and the bickering and the bull and the polarizing and the same 3 issues (being gay, abortion, and taxes) being hashed out over and over and over again. Really, people? We haven't moved forward at all? Look, I'm a Christian. I'll come out and say it after years of beating around the bush. But don't put me in a box and don't assume you'll know what I think on every issue. How would Jesus vote? To be honest, Jesus probably wouldn't make it to the polls in time because He'd be too busy working in a soup kitchen. I just want to wake up on November 3rd, read the results in the paper--good and bad--and get on with life. And then keep working in my own village on the issues that are important to me (cough... public school, equality, adoption... cough). Therefore, I will spare you my brain ga-ga and give you a photo of cutie Z on hay bales. Happy? Of course you are.

PS--This is not to say that I take for granted my right to vote. Oh no. Not at all. I'm just worn out with the campaigning.

Yesterday
5:15 Wake up and run.
6:15 Shower, drink coffee, and pretend like I'm excited to be up that early.
6:30-7:35 Make pancakes, make lunches, make kids happy, sign papers, grab sweatshirts, bite my tongue about what my oldest is wearing, try not to forget anything as we walk out the door.
7:50 Kiss Lily and Zinabu good bye and drop them off at school.
8:15 Kiss Carver good bye and drop him off at school.
8:15:01 Turn on the radio and listen to NPR to catch the news.
8:20 Stop at the park and play fetch with the dog.
8:40 Drop off dog at house, check on Mom, attempt to tidy things a little but finally admit it's a losing battle. Throw dinner together and stick it in the fridge with instructions of when to bake it.
9:00 At Ali's house. Go in her car with her and talk non-stop. We have a rare morning of getting together with Shannon and the three of us grab coffee, buy birthday presents, and look for Halloween costumes.
11:30 Realize I forgot lunch. Start getting hungry. On my way to Lily and Zinabu's school.
11:40 Sign in at school for the day. Stop by the cafeteria to say hi to my babies. Learn that youngest baby traded all his grapes for BBQ potato chips. Try not to wring youngest baby's neck.
11:45 Start my volunteer work at the library. Spend 2.5 hours helping shelve books, talking to sweet kiddos about what they want to read, and blatantly push my favorite authors on unsuspecting minors.
2:30 Find Lily and Zianbu and start driving home.
2:45 Drop off Lily, who is excited because it's cooking day for her with one of our neighbors. She goes over there to bake. Grab some snacks. Grab drum sticks and music books. Leave for drum lessons.
3:00-3:30 Spend a blissful 30 minutes finishing a fantastic book while Zinabu pounds away on the drums with his drum instructor.
3:45 Take Z home and dash off to Carver's school to pick him up and take him to a wrestling meet. Find out that 3 other kids need a ride to the wrestling meet, so I quickly grab them as well.
3:48 Listen to one of my passengers tell me he has to have a window seat or he'll get sick. Make sure that kid sits by the window.
4:15-6:15 Watch a middle school wrestling meet. This is my second. I spend the entire time cringing and holding my breath. There are no words to describe it. David stops by and we share a quick visit. I make sure he knows to get dinner ready.
6:30 We're home. Eat dinner with family. Pretend to be listening as Lily asks for the ten thousandth time for a horse. Notice Zinabu sounds stuffy and probably is getting another cold.
7:00 Clean up and start homework.
7:30 Help Lily and Carver with their instrument practice.
8:00 Put Zinabu to bed.
8:30 Put Lily to bed.
8:45 Put Carver to bed.
8:46 Stare at a blank wall.

Move over, Cullens

Recently Overheard

Lily and Zinabu were playing with Play-Doh yesterday. They were giggling and having an absolute ball. I was making muffins, and we were all together in the kitchen enjoying the afternoon. The giggles were growing, and then turned into all-out laughter. I asked them what was so funny, and Lily said, "We're making giardia!"* Nothing like science experiments concocting parasites.

My kids. They're beyond me.

*Only families with children from Ethiopia know how this is such a fun part of our lives.

Commando
Yesterday was Zinabu's last soccer game of the fall season. I guess he felt inspired to try something new. After his game he told me he was not wearing underwear because he wanted to feel "free." I wondered why he had his hands in his pockets most of the game.

Questions/Answers
Tesi, bless her heart, wants to know the answers to the following questions. So I will oblige her. I am way behind on my blogging and it's nice to not have to come up with a topic all by myself. It might also be because I have photos on the camera waiting to be uploaded and the camera is in the car because we went to Carver's orchestra concert last night and I am too attached to my cup of coffee to walk the 20 paces to the door and go out and find the camera so I can post photos of Zinabu's field trip yesterday.

It might be.

1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Oh golly. Way to get to my inner dark side right off the bat. I recall saying in the last year that as I get older, the more pet peeves I acquire. It's not good. I have some strange ones, but I think the one that gets me most often is people standing too close to me in line. It always happens at the grocery store. The person behind me has their cart pushed up right against my thighs. As I'm paying, the next customer in line is right there next to me waiting for their items to be scanned. I HATE it. LOATHE it. First of all, people just need to be a little more patient in store lines. Second, respect my personal space. Just respect it.

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? London, London, London, and London. Growing up we moved a lot, and I've had the opportunity to live in and near many major cities: New York City, Washington D. C., Boston, San Francisco, Minneapolis, St. Paul, and Denver. My favorites are the Twin Cities. They're hard to top, and we still miss living there so much. At this point in my life, I'd be happy to get out of the United States for a bit, and London is just so.... London! I told David if Sarah Palin was ever elected President, we would buy one-way tickets to England and get the heck out of here.

3. Have you ever been searched by the cops? As in actually frisked? No. My car? Yes. Our yard? Yes. Interviewed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Absolutely. But my mom reads this blog and I don't want to frighten her.

4. What is the one thing on your mind right now? If I said world peace, would you believe me? I hate this question because I have 6,982 things on my mind right now. Like paperwork, emails, errands, laundry, cleaning, groceries, David working too much, running, trying to be in 4 places at once, getting my kids to follow through, and where to put the rabbits. And that's just in the last 5 minutes. I guess what's been on my mind the most this week is weather. It's been a gorgeous fall here in Colorado, but cold is right around the corner and I'm not happy about it. I'm signed up for a half-marathon in January in Phoenix, and I have to get to somehow keep running early in the morning in snow, ice, and freezing temps. How do people do that?

5. Favorite song right now? The only time I really get to listen to music is when I'm running, so the songs on my ipod are "running inspired." I currently love Pink's So What and All These Things That I've Done by The Killers. It's all about motivation.

6. What talent do you wish you had? Tesi said "singing" and Rebekah said "running faster." They really should have checked with me before they answered that question because those are MY answers. Thieves! If I had to pick something different, I would say the ability to be comfortable around large groups of people, making small talk, etc. I am introverted, and I envy you extroverts who walk into any room and feel not a drop of apprehension. My family wishes I was more talented at cooking.

7. Favorite drink? Hmmmmm. Decaf coffee or V8 tomato juice. And tea. I drink only decaf these days. I was having some heartburn issues, and giving up caffeine and carbonated drinks cleared it right up. I am so geeky to love V8 tomato juice. But I do. Every day for a snack I have an apple and a V8. Yum.

8. In one word how would you describe yourself. Non-confrontational. I like a quiet life, know what I mean? I think it comes from being more introverted, but I detest getting into any kind of disagreement with anyone. I would not describe myself as a pushover, though. I don't like confrontation, but that doesn't mean I can't get into it with someone if it's necessary. Raising three children who have brown skin means I chose a path that includes a fair share of confrontation. It's a part of my life, but I'm not ever going to be comfortable with it.

And how about you? I'd love to know how you would answer these questions. Email me or write it on your own blog!

I Get To Run

I woke up this morning to fierce wind, overcast skies, and freezing rain. Not exactly the ideal running weather. So I waited until this afternoon and headed to the Y to run on the treadmill. I am not a fan of the treadmill. It's mind-numbing and artificial, and there's usually some big buy next to me snorting and sweating profusely, completely ruining the zen atmosphere. As I was 30 minutes into feeling like a gerbil on a wheel, I saw a man in a wheelchair using the weights. I immediately thought of this article. And instead of saying, "I have to run on the treadmill" I switched to "I get to run on the treadmill." Because I need to be more grateful for what I have. Like legs that work.

A few less "have to's" and a lot more "get to's" make me a better person.

Monday, Monday, Monday... Why Do You Hate Me So?

Bronchitis, stomach flu, and bitter disappointment cloud this day. There is a silver lining. I am not one who is sick. I am the cleaner-upper of the vomit, though. It's so amazing to see a child's breakfast going down, then coming back up again in almost perfect form an hour later. Oh, is this too graphic for you? Sorry. It's just routine for me.

I was supposed to be painting the trim around our windows and putting away the patio chairs and sandbox toys for the winter. Instead, I am doing laundry and wiping a brow and listening to my mom try to cough her lungs into submission. But I am exactly where I am supposed to be. I wouldn't have it any other way.

The bitter disappointment I speak of is about the new bunny. Lily bought Carver a rabbit for his birthday--cause that's how we roll around here. I was really pushing for the name Mr. Darcy. Hard. I even suggested Harry Potter. But he went ahead and named the bunny Fred.

Fred.

Cause that's how he rolls, I guess.

I Dare You Not To Laugh

Couldn't do it? Neither could I.

The photo is a little blurry because I could not stop giggling. Carver decided to join the wrestling squad at school. Carver, who weighs (fully dressed and soaking wet) a feathery 70 pounds. Carver, who is so ticklish all you have to do is say you're going to touch him and he dissolves into giggles. Carver, who is the smallest kid on the squad and has had to wrestle girls. They gave him and extra small uniform, and it's still baggy. It just doesn't get any funnier.

But I'll give him props for his attitude. He is happy and loving it. Despite David and I "suggesting" he try something else. He doesn't care about his size. He doesn't care about his ability. He doesn't care if it isn't the most popular sport. He just wants to get out there and have fun. He's just so amazing at this thing called life.

He could give me a few lessons.

Directions For Wednesday

1. Sit at computer.
2. Stick a bowl under your chin.
3. Go here.
4. Commence drooling.

Forgive me. I've been recovering from a bunch of middle school boys who slept over on Friday night. We (ok, not really me--but Carver) had a fantastic time. A little laser tag, some pizza and cupcakes, and staying up late with Uno and Yo-Yos. Yes. You read that right. Yo-yos are back in vogue.

The best part of the weekend was getting to meet Lyndon. Lyndon is Carver's new best friend. They met the first week of school and are pretty much inseparable. What's funny is that Lyndon is just a white version of Carver. They are so similar it's freaky. And Lyndon is so sweet and such a crack-up. Middle school was when I met two of my dearest friends ever. It was such a delightful season in my life. I'm hoping Carver and Lyndon are going to have the same experience.

Lily had a volleyball game this weekend, and I got to cheer her on in my sleep-deprived-only-ate-pizza-for-breakfast-what-was-I-thinking kind of stupor.

This week has started rough. David is sick, Zinabu was sick, and I'm just flying by the seat of my pants. Can you relate?

Happy Birthday, Carver!