The house is silent and I have nothing to do. Okay that isn't true. Yes the house is silent...but the whole "nothing to do,"bit isn't completely true. I have laundry. I have a GRE exam approaching this summer that needs to be studied for. I have a yard sale to organize and a house to pack. I have an endless list of phone calls I need to return and make and to be honest the more I type this list the faster my heart begins to beat...more like race. But really - tonight, in this moment, I have nothing to do. I am in the middle of my almost MONTH long break from school.
Oh that list could go on and on. Its not that I hate school. I don't. Really, there are moments that I love it.
Key word: moments.
Hands down, the decision to go back was one of the best of my life. No exaggeration. It's just that I love the freedom I feel now. Going to bed when I want. Reading for fun and not feeling guilty because there is text book being neglected somewhere. I love being able to go visit my sister last week and hug baby Emerson. I loved staying up late and eating cereal with Ethan. My favorite part was letting Ethan talk about whatever he wanted to and just listening.
Key Words:
John Adams, The White House, The Statue of Liberty, The Invention of Cereal, Colors, Rainbow Bridges...and their existence, Red Vines, funny things Josie says, songs, cats that go back in time, the definition of a perfect lunch, and how many bouncy balls he can buy with two dollars.
And although I know that list is waiting for me. Lurking in the back of my mind. For tonight, I am going to curl up with my new book and enjoy this freedom.
Oh My! Its not too often you come across a book like this. I loved it. It was beauitfully written. One particular thing that I loved about this book - aside from the beauitful prose, enchanting narrator, real humans who are loveable even with thier flaws, the humor...even in the worst of circumstances, - well I loved that you could take any page and read it and find a gem. Every page was worthy.
It’s just a small story, really, about: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery… Set during World War II in Germany, Markus Zusak’s emotionally wrenching novel is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Brave, tough Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist – books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in the cellar. This is an unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul and the unlikely, beautiful relationships you find when your heart is as big as a zeppelin. Oh, and it’s narrated by Death.
I finished this book during my 5 hour cross country flight. And...found myself horribly embarrassed as I sat and bawled in my middle seat while both of my seatmates stared on. I mean, I tried, I really really tried. I kept blinking and coughing and did all I could to hold back the tears. But it wasn't meant to be. I cried and cried. And everytime I thought of that book for days after the tears threatened to come again.
Read this book.
The END.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Hmmm. I wrote this amazing update post. Pulitzer Prize winning material here, folks. Then I walked away. And Tyler “trouble, mischief, and shenanigans are my middle name” Golding came into my bedroom and that masterpiece of a post is missing. I just know I won’t be able to re-write it. I could try and try and it will never come close to its original grandeur. I mean, I am not DaVinci folks; I only have so many masterpieces in this little head of mine.
And so…I am not even going to attempt it. I am just going to type out the darn update… However, I ask that you forgive the grumpy nature of this post (you would be grumpy too if your son just destroyed your masterpiece) and forgive the boringness…
So here it is in all is boring glory!
I have decided we need to update the blog. (There was some sort of clever reason for this in the original genius post.)
Tyler. What should I say about Tyler? Well, aside from the fact that he is a sneak who just deleted his momma’s masterpiece… (Like I said…forgive the grumpiness)
In all seriousness, Tyler is such a joy to me. He is my little partner everyday while Ethan is in school. If you were to ask me, what Tyler would be when he grows up I would probably say a sword fighter. I mean, that kid can turn any object into a sword and I often glimpse him in my rearview mirror staging imaginary sword fights in the back seat. However, since he has seen the movie “Sandlot,” I may have to change my vote to baseball player. He now turns everything into a bat and often asks me if I would like him to give me baseball lessons.
He is funny, cuddly, smart, and HUGE. Tyler is growing like a weed. He is basically the same size as Ethan – although I still insist on them each having their own clothes. Would you want to wear your little brother’s shorts?
He’s a great helper and is usually the first to volunteer for chores or prayers or eating whatever Ethan and I leave behind. That child is a BOTTOMLESS PITT. I am not kidding when I say that he is eating me out of house and home. Last time I took him to the doctor they asked about his eating habits – “He’s too skinny,” they complained. So I gave them a list of what he had eaten the day before…and the doctor didn’t say another word.
He starts Kindergarten this fall – which I try not to think of too often –and although I will MISS having him here with me I know he is very ready for it….Okay…So just to prove my point. I just heard a bang downstairs and I went down to find Tyler taking a bag of cereal, an apple, and half of a left over pot roast outside to eat. Seriously, this kid can eat!
Lastly, Tyler is the reason I am grateful I took the life saving class last fall. I have had to use (and I mean REALLY use) the Heimlich maneuver on that little fella TWICE since then. He literally has no fear…aside from the fear of someone talking his dinner…and to be honest I am surprised we have not had any major emergencies with him.
Ethan.Ethan is finishing first grade and is very excited for the summer. Although the year started rocky – he has done really well at school this year and though I am not sure he would admit it to me I actually think he really loves school. He attends a little charter school here in Casa Grande and I am hopeful that I’ll be able to get them both into another charter school this fall after we move.
His favorite subjects are Math and Art. Ethan has been and I think may always be an artist. I can remember him at two correcting my grandpa when he handed him a “gray,” crayon, “Well, actually Grandpa, the color is slate.” Almost every morning I find him up before me creating something. He loves to take old boxes and make games - and though they are fun – it is a bit suspicious that he is usually the only one capable of winning those games.
Now don’t get me wrong…I love his little masterpieces and I am so happy that he has a creative outlet…However, I do have a newfound respect for mothers of artists. I too have had to learn some art... the art of stain removal. I had to learn – and fast – how to get paint and glue and glitter and marker off ANY surface. Tape is a precious item in this house and one that I have to continually hide. I mean, I think Scotch needs to create some sort of rewards program for their biggest customers…that kid can burn through tape. I no longer have any scrapbook scissors, paper or stickers…they all have slowly made their way into Ethan’s enormous art tubs. But seriously, I think he has a gift for it…and I am happy that he has something that he loves so much. I am just hoping that one day when he strikes it big he will reward his mom for all her pain and suffering.
Andrea.Well, you all probably think I am in nursing school, right?
Wrong!! I am still a full time student…But in total “Andrea Style” I switched things up at the last second. (Literally, the last second…like 12 minutes before the drop out of nursing school deadline!) It’s a long story and probably one you would find rather uninteresting although I have to say it was pretty riveting to me at the time…So I will just summarize it and say that it was a very tough decision for me to make and although it adds time onto my school career (seriously, do I love torturing myself?) I am certain it is exactly what I need to be doing! So…are you kinda curious? Wanna know what this big career change was?
A circus performer?
No. But that would have been a good back up plan…I mean; do you know anyone who can string floss through her nose as well as me?
I actually am planning to start my Master’s in counseling program next year. I am definitely excited about it (however, not excited about the GRE and countless other hurdles that graduate school will require.) Next to professional reader (which unfortunately I do not think pays anything) or a professional opera singer (and contrary to what I believe - I have been told is not my “forte”) this will be my dream job. So…that’s the scoop on that.
What else is going on with me? Well, I am also planning to start my own bakery business this fall. It is still a work in progress but I hope to be up and running by the time, Tyler starts school. Not only will it give me something to do with the countless cupcakes my baking adventures leave littered all over my house (because seriously, me plus a house full of cupcakes equals major trouble) but also I am hopeful it can help pay the bills and support my shoe habit while in school.
Although I am sure most of you have gathered this fact…it still would not be a complete update on me and my life without mentioning the biggest change in my life. Preston and I are separated and in the process of divorce. I wish I could say more about it…I hate to leave you all hanging and curious. But for now that is all I really am prepared to share. I know that eventually I will bring more and more of my story to the blog….I really hope that it might help some other woman in my situation. However, for now, I will just say that this journey has been one of the most excruciating of my life and that I am learning daily to surrender and survive. I love the peace I have been given throughout all of this and I am forever grateful to the good friends who have loved me through it.
The boys are adjusting to it all. I was certain that this was going to be the event that spiraled them into a life of crime, drugs, and piracy…but I am amazed daily at their resilience and marvel at the abilities they have been given. I hate that they have to go through this and would do anything to prevent them this pain…but I have to remind myself daily that He had confidence in their abilities to handle this and my abilities to get them through it. I think the most important piece for the three of us has been to talk, talk, talk, and talk. I try to spend a little time everyday talking, drawing pictures, or even playing a few games I have discovered to help them open up and share their emotions. It’s a process…with a big learning curve…but we are okay. Okay…and hopeful.
There is it is…a much needed update. I had better save this thing before some sneak comes in here and snatches it again. Seriously, that would be my luck.
Well, if any of you made it through that post…good job. You have officially read the longest post on the internet. You should go eat a cookie or something in reward for your efforts.
(thanks Amanda...my stomach thanks you!! My swimsuit...not so much)
And tonight, I get to see these guys...
So overall I would say I am...
(BTW...this is supposed to be HAPPY...After I posted it I realized it could be confused with...other emotions/disorders. Hey, it was the best I could do.
Tyler just called me a "Fur-ball." When I asked him what he had just called me he said, "Oh, uh, I called you a fur-ball. Fur-ball is how you say I love you in Spanish."
Thursday, April 15, 2010
You know the kid is getting desperate when he just spent the last hour and a half watching my British miniseries with me while I was on the treadmill. Think Pride and Prejudice...but lower budget...much lower.
We are doing a TV detox around here. And Tyler is feeling the pain. I wish you could have been here and heard what the boy was asking me about my show. He was convinced that everyone was poisoning everyone( what can i say...he's an action movie type of guy), he covered his eyes every time a woman's hand was kissed - screaming "GROSS," and yet every time he had to leave the room he INSISTED that I pause the show. He didn't want to miss a minute.
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