Friday, October 31, 2008

Through the Cracks

We are human. We can only do so much.

Sometimes, things slip through the cracks.

But what happens when those things are lives?

We found out today that a child was killed. We fought long and hard against this child being returned to this situation, but we lost.

Cracks can be valleys. I just hope that, in my time doing this work, I can build a wider, safer bridge.

It's Not Too Early for Thanksgiving!

Thank you for:

A husband who makes the best pot of tea ever.
Crunchy and colorful fall leaves.
A home where I can walk to the grocery store.
Cycling class.
The SciFi Channel.
The rose bushes on the side of our house that keep blooming, even though it's almost November.
A hilarious, persistent family.
My nieces and nephews, in varying stages of adorability.
Election polls (they're addicting, you know?)

And several hundred thousand other things.

How to Drive a Neat Freak Crazy


I got two pumpkins yesterday. I lugged inside the grocery store, only to have the cashier tell me, "You could have just told me you wanted two pumpkins."

Sigh.

They are sitting outside, on the porch, waiting until Vor and I load them into the car and go up to his mother's house. I plan on carving their gooey guts up there, if no other reason than because my mother in law goes crazy when she sees a speck of dust floating around.

I pointed this out to Vor and he laughed evilly.

We love Mama Vor, we really do. And to prove it, I baked her a two layer, giant pink cake for her birthday.

What girl hasn't ever secretly craved a pink cake?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

The Pie in the Sky

I have a dream, a dream that one day, I will make a pie like my mother does.

Even as I type that, I can see Vor rolling his eyeballs at me, and saying in that exasperated tone of voice, "Your pies are great!" And it is true. I make a good pie. I made apple pie yesterday for a dinner party, and it was positively delicious. We had to control ourselves from eating the whole thing right there.

It's just not my mom's pie, you know? Hers are perfect and pretty. Though, she often tells me that her first pie wound up in the garbage can. If that is any indication, I am on the right track, because my first pie wound up on the garbage can too.

Do you sense a story coming on? Because I do.

It was Thanksgiving, my first Thanksgiving with Vor, and he had come to spend it with my sister's family and I. My parents were statiyng with my brother. Thus, I became the resident pie maker because my sister does do pie crust. So did I decide to pick something simple, like apple pie? Nooooooooo, I pick lemon meranguine.

It took me hours to make the pie crust the night before, from scratch, and it was delicious. I made little roll up cookie with the extras. Everyone was salivating. And then, having spent hours making the pie crust, I got tired, and decided to make instant lemon pudding. So I made the pudding, made the meranguine (from scratch!!!!) and set the pie out to cool.

The next morning, it wasn't set. It looked like yellow liquid, which in turn looked like...well, you get it.

My sister and I tried to trouble shoot my pie. Was it the crust? The merganuine? The oven temperature? Possible... the instant lemon pudding?

"What did you make the pudding with?" She asked me. "I followed the directions on the box," I told her. "2 cups water..." And my sister bursts into laughter. "Milk!" she shrieks. "You needed milk!" And then she proceeds to say that don't you know there's pudding in milk, Bill Crosby let his kids eat pudding because it was healthy because there was MILK in it.

Good grief. The pie went into the garbage can. I laughed, and I cried, and my sister called my brother, who called me to make fun of me, and so on.

When I finally got over it, and went to the grocery store to get a store made pie (ugh) I cam back to find Jekyll, Vor's dog, with his head in the garbage can, eating my crust.

He looked at me, and I could hear him saying, "But it's sooooo delicious!"

Monday, October 20, 2008

Have a Holly Jolly Halloween!

I need to take a deep breath, and before I start typing this, remind myself, and you, that it is October. It is not even Halloween yet.

The first step to recovery is admitting it, right?

I have been shopping on iTunes for Christmas music.

Yes, I know. That's why I have the disclaimer sentence up there to start with. And normally, I am completely anti-anything Christmas until Thanksgiving is over. I don't understand this craving inside me, but I think I need to seek help.

Or maybe if I buy the music, I can feed the beast and it will go away.

Monday, October 13, 2008

Gone Away

I am curled up, under a giant comforter, in a cool room. All would be well if my husband was with me.

Huh?

Let me explain. I commute. I have class from Monday through Wednesday (it is much more intense than it sounds). My law school is an hour away from my home. After having class from 8:45 am to 9:00 pm, I just can't drive home. I swear, I might not make it. And--there are lots of deer. I just know I would hit one.

So here I am, at my friend Velvet's apartment. Her cats (see "Stoner Kitties") are piteously meowing and yowling and otherwise scratching at the door, desperate for food. Perhaps they can smell the dinner I brought into my room and hid form them. Perhaps Velvet gave them more cat nip (I shudder at the thought).

This commuting is awful. I leave notes for Vor, and he sends me silly and *ahem* entertaining emails and notes, but really. Who envisions their married life as only part time?

The complaining is a good thing, I promise. It means we have a good thing that I hat to leave for even a few days and nights.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Take the Battery Out of That Clock!

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Anyone hear that? No, it's not the crocodile from Peter Pan swimming by, but close.

I think that noise is the infamous, feared, loved, hated, and held in awe, biological clock.

And I'm pretty sure it's not mine.

Mine breaks out in occasional spots. My nieces and nephews are awfully cute and cuddly, and other people's kids, when they are being cute and clean and calm, are nice to have around. Moments like that make me smile, and sigh a little sigh. For about two seconds, and then I remember babysitting.

Babysitting, all you parents out there--make your kids do it. It is the best form of birth control.

Anyways. This weekend, we have had two friends come visit, complete with spouse and child. And the kids are cute! And... Vor is having an awful lot of fun playing with them. He snuggles, gets them to smile, laugh, run, spin around, and fall down.

It's actually rather frightening watching him, for one reason only. The only time I ever desire to have a child is when I am watching him do this. Must be a sign of how great a dad he will be someday.

Someday is not anytime soon.