Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Boxes and Phone Calls
I've found some amazing items these past two weeks. That happens when you are packing up a house holding the gems and junk for five people.
You'd think those younger people wouldn't have so much stuff--ha! Even after throwing away a couple of trash cans full of used paper, broken toys and worn out shoes, they still have more boxes of stuff than John and I do.
My favorite discovery? A collection of old softballs and my box of pictures and negatives (organized by year!) from my younger, single days. I sat up late last night looking through some of them, laughing at some memories and wondering "Who WAS that girl in all those pictures?" Could not remember her name...drove me crazy.
For the past three days or so, my dreams have been filled with two overriding themes: boxes--What do we have left in that closet? How many boxes for the kitchen? Argh! The pantry! Oh no, I forgot about the kids' bathroom supplies...
and phone calls--whom have I forgotten to cancel service with? When is our house phone shutting off? Will we have heat on move out day? Will we have heat in the new house on move-in day? It's going to take HOW long to get internet service installed!!!? Who haven't I talked to yet?
My girlfriends from church are rescuing me from the madness tonight. I'm looking forward to our evening at Chili's! Bring on the chocolate :)

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

A Reading Quiz

What Kind of Reader Are You?
Your Result: Dedicated Reader

You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more.

Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm
Literate Good Citizen
Book Snob
Fad Reader
What Kind of Reader Are You?
Create Your Own Quiz

My thanks to Heather for this one.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Sweet Dreams
This morning I tiptoed down the hall at 6:15 to wake Nate for his morning, before-school, routine. He sleeps on the top bunk, Jack on the bottom. As usual I shake Nate gently until he starts shrugging me off. Sometimes it's with a loud whine and "But I just fell asleep one minute ago!" (That always gets a laugh. This from the kid who swears he doesn't really sleep--he just dozes.)
But this morning, he is lying on his back holding his stuffed Clifford (the big red dog), all cozy under his blankets. The moment he began to "come to" I whispered again, "Time to get up."
He blinked up at me, then closed his eyes again.
"Can I finish my dream first?"
Must have been a good one.