Thursday, September 25, 2008

travel envy

I've had a certain condition for awhile. It's been swimming around the back of my head for months, and just this evening I've put a name to it: travel envy. Let me explain. When my dad mentioned that he was thinking about going to Europe this summer, my immediate response was, "Oh, please don't go, Dad. Please DON'T go! It'll break my heart!"
Sure, a normal response would have been, "Oh wow, that's great. You've never been to Europe before, and you've been working a lot longer than me, and you deserve a trip that perfect. I'm a little jealous."
But oh, no, the travel envy spewed from my mouth like my oh so many bouts of morning sickness. And it's taken me some time, but I'm coming to terms with it. Sure, I want to go to Europe...and it's probably not going to happen for awhile. But I'm coming around. It's probably a good thing that he started working the Europe idea in a good 9 months before it actually happens. I can usually return to reason after awhile.
But October will be my nemesis. Everyone is going to the beach but me! In the fall?! Are you trying to torture me? My dad and company are going to our favorite Playa, and Mom and company are going on a cruise which includes Jamaica and Cozumel. Even my younger sisters are missing a full week of school. I'm so jealous. I expect to be experiencing the full effects of T.E.: mopiness, irritability, droopiness, and an unusual preoccupation with sand.
So, come mid-October, If I answer your casual "How's it going?" with a snappy, "Well, I'm not sitting on a beach, am I?" you'll all know why. Travel envy.

Thursday, September 18, 2008


I decided it was time to let the whole internet world know that in seven months, Clive will be getting a (human) sibling. He's been a little rebellious lately, barking in the middle of the night, stealing our shoes out of the closet, and pulling me by his leash down the street, but I figure that it takes some getting used to- realizing he won't be the center of attention for much longer. I think he'll come around, and he'll feel better once the baby is here and he can cover him/her in saliva.
The whole process has been surreal, and I can't say that it's even completely sunk in that we're going to be someone's parents. I mean, should two people so pale, freckly, and clumsy be able to combine their gene pools? I'm not sure.
It's crazy how fast things start changing and strange things start happening. In the past two months, I've fainted, taken a nap on a regular basis, eaten about 6 times a day, and refused to eat much meat, all things that didn't really happen before. I have the sense of smell that Lacey said could rival Edward Cullen (vague vampire book reference, apologies). And, perhaps not the least of the strange things, I've referred to my coming child as Neopolitan, which was apparently the name of a distant Civil War-era relative of my father's. I'm a little afraid it's going to stick; Cory's already shortening it to Neo. (yikes) I've also consisted mostly on a diet of pasta and things covered in cheese, but I can't say that's too far from what I like to eat normally.
So I guess the only thing I can really say is that it's all pretty exciting and scary and overwhelming and consuming. Say a prayer for little Neopolitan, as he/she has to put up with us figuring out this whole parenting thing, and I'll be sure to post any crazy child-rearing shenanigans we happen to get into.

Friday, September 12, 2008

"barack, dude, that freaked me out..."

One of our faithful and brilliant book group attendees suggested that we check out Donald Miller's new blog. I am a particular fan of his (I mean D. M. here, although, I'm a fan of yours as well, Nate) because he's actually a humble, witty, insightful Christian author. How 'bout that. Anyway, I'm a little late getting on this, so if you go to his blog, you'll have to scroll all the way down the the first entry about his email correspondence with Barack Obama.
Get ready for a belly jiggling kind of funny.

Sunday, September 07, 2008


We spent this weekend in Hamlin at Poppa's annual hunting extravaganza with a whole slew of family, friends, and honorary family members. Several things happened that made it sort of a nostalgic time. First, we had the playground dedication for Grandma. Her cousin, Sammy, gave a speech that had us all teary-eyed before he even finished the first sentence. Then all the grandchildren cut the ribbon and initiated the playground.

The second thing that had us all, cruising down memory lane was that Poppa bought another jeep! Awhile back, when I was about ten or twelve, he bought a yellow jeep for all of his grandchildren to learn to drive. He insists that I learned to drive on that thing, though I sincerely doubt I ever did more than steer while someone else worked the gears. Unless I've suffered sudden amnesia or a severe lapse in muscle coordination since I was ten, I'm pretty sure that the first time I ever tried to drive a standard was when I was repeatedly stalling Bryan's Civic in the Target parking lot a couple of months ago. This new candy apple beauty was much easier to drive though. I practiced driving back and forth down "beer can alley" for half a day before I dared take it into the busy traffic of Sunday-morning Hamlin.

Poppa actually got a few minutes in it in between all the various grandchildren taking it for a spin. He and his buddies took it to the land to hunt. Actually, I don't think Poppa even took his gun. He just sat here on his perch and heckled the guys for all the birds they missed. But he did it in style.