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One little seam after another November 30, 2011

Filed under: Chapter Books,Classics — Kristi @ 11:26 am
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It’s just one little seam after another and you never seem to be getting anywhere. But of course I’d rather be Anne of Green Gables sewing patchwork than Anne of any other place with nothing to do but play. (from Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery)

I am, once again, infected by dangerously high piles of laundry. It’s gotten so bad that I can no longer ignore it. We went camping a week and a half ago and I just put the laundry from that trip in the washing machine. That’s how behind I am. We went to Ft. Worth for a wedding three weeks ago and the dresses I took and didn’t wear are still hanging in the garment bag I packed them in. I really don’t know how I let it get this bad except that I honestly never knew a person could feel this tired. The next person who asks me to do anything, be they child or adult, can expect to see some tears. I am completely overwhelmed. And while I am working my way through the laundry piles, I can hear the children making toy piles elsewhere in the house. So piles are everywhere and it seems I never get anywhere.

But, Anne of Green Gables is a good reminder for me today. I would still rather be Kristi of this home and this family with piles of work and a baby in my womb sapping my energy than Kristi of any other place with nothing to do and no one to need me.

Plus my husband just brought me a Dr. Pepper (God bless that man) and I just successfully bribed my two-year-old with a caramel apple sucker so he is picking up the toy pile.


Anything to slow down time

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 11:04 am

It’s a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.  (from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling)

This quote is for Shanna who has some major dragon-egg snatching (deadlines) in the next couple of weeks. But I know she can do it and I’m sure she’ll even end up with extra points for style. I mean, we’re talking about a woman who, in the midst of her most stressful season, still managed to send me a fantastic birthday gift and she continues to write on this blog on weekends.

Feel free to use the comment space to send some encouragement Shanna’s way. It’d probably be worth about a hundred points to her.


Miami November 27, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 3:46 pm

Almost everything strange washes up near Miami. (from The Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan)


Christmas! November 26, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 3:42 pm

. . . and it was always said of him that he knew how to keep Christmas well, and if any man alive possessed the knowledge.  May that be truly said of us, and all of us! (from A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens)

Hot dang, y’all! Thanksgiving is over and that means that it is officially open season on Christmas goodness! I’m listening to Christmas music and wishing I could put up my tree instead of working on a paper/personal statement/writing sample/grading/class planning/reading today. And I’m thinking about hot chocolate, hot apple cider, cookies, my mama’s truly impressive collection of Christmas decorations, being home for the holidays, giving gifts, watching the magic of the season in children’s eyes. I’m thinking about real Christmas, not just the commercial stuff that’s been up for a while now. Advent readings and Christmas carols at church. Candycanes. Giradelli peppermint bark. Twinkly lights. Cheesy/touching Hallmark Christmas movies.

I promise I won’t overwhelm you with Christmas quotes (I don’t make any promises on Kristi’s behalf, though), so don’t roll your eyes too much if you don’t share my enthusiasm. But if you do, by all means, share something your looking forward to about this season!


Now and then November 23, 2011

Filed under: Chapter Books,Classics,Young Adult — Kristi @ 3:01 pm
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One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live for ever and ever and ever. (from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett)

When my son is snuggled up with his soft, blonde head on my chest, breathing in and out in that deep infant-like sleep, I am quite sure.

When I can rest my head on the strong shoulder of my husband at the end of a difficult day and know that he knows me, that he knows where the knots in my back are to massage away, which kind of humor will cheer me, where to get the right french fries, I am quite sure.

When I walk outside and hear the fall leaves rustle across the lawn, still green beneath their golden hues, and feel the fresh air on my face and breathe in the scent of dozens of homes preparing for a holiday feast, i am quite sure.

When I think of the baby growing in my womb, the miracle that is the formation of fingerprints and eyelids and organs that will serve him all his life, and when I consider the wonder that I was formed the same way, I am quite sure.

One of the strange things about living in the world is that one sees so many temporal things. All things within my vision will change. It is hard to often remember that I will outlive it all. I believe the world in its glory will pass away like a season, and yet I shall live for ever and ever and ever.


Love conquers all November 19, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 1:13 pm

“Love conquers all,” Aphrodite promised. “Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?”
“Didn’t they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?”
“Pfft. That’s not the point. Follow your heart.”  (from The Titan’s Curse by Rick Riordan)


Most Things November 13, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 9:55 am

“I think I can read most things, Miss Honey,” Matilda said, “although I’m afraid I can’t always understand the meanings.” (from Matilda by Roald Dahl)

Me too, Matilda. Me too.


You’ll play against you November 12, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Shanna @ 10:47 am

I’m afraid that some times

you’ll play lonely games too.

Games you can’t win

’cause you’ll play against you. (from Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss)

Dr. Seuss may have written this part of the book just for me. Me and people like me. Sometimes I feel pretty certain that the only games I play are against myself. Or, maybe games I play against the image of perfection I have in my head. Games I just can’t win, because I’m not ever going to be perfect. Sometimes I begin to feel defeated and I have a hard time believing in myself. I begin to doubt everything I’m doing, every choice I’ve made, every dream. And I’ve been playing that game a lot lately, especially this semester as I’ve been balancing a pretty serious work load between school and teaching, and trying to write things for PhD applications on top of that. And you know what? I’m tired of this game. I can’t stop playing it; it’s just how I’m wired. But I’m changing the rules. I’m not going to try and win anymore. Instead, I’m just going to try and keep pace. Because no one expects as much from me as I do, so I figure that if I just stay somewhere close to my own expectations, I’ll at least meet everyone else’s. And that’s good enough, isn’t it?


Eggs November 11, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 6:41 pm

Even Dickon did not go near the close-grown corner in those days, but waited until by the quiet working of some mysterious spell he seemed to have conveyed to the soul of the little pair that in the garden there was nothing which was not quite like themselves–nothing which did not understand the wonderfulness of what was happening to them–the immense, tender, terrible, heart-breaking beauty and solemnity of Eggs. (from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett)

There are many indignities associated with bringing children into the world, from the shockingly sudden surrender of modesty at the first check-up to the loud, proud, messy, tender moment of birth and then on to the care of a creature who daily alternates between warming ones heart, puffing up one’s pride and striking fear in the heart, wounding the pride. For the job of parenthood, especially motherhood, a person needs both great understanding and great humor. Without either we would simply be overwhelmed.

I am thankful to have many friends in the journey of motherhood, especially in those moments that seem most undignified. Somehow laughing together makes the pride hurt less. We can sympathize with each other when we are just embarrassed into the very ground. We can make light of the discomforts of pregnancy so that they do not seem so inconvenient.

And in all of our mirth, we do not lose our sense of wonder. We are all in the same secret garden of understanding. We can laugh together because we also know how serious this business of bringing babies into the world is. We know how fragile they are, how many things could go wrong and how heartbreaking that would be. In The Secret Garden, Burnett goes on to write: If there had been one person in that garden who had not known through all his or her innermost being that if an Egg were taken away or hurt the whole world would whirl round and crash through space and come to an end–if there had been even one who did not feel it and act accordingly there could have been no happiness even in that golden springtime air.

When we all have understanding, we leave room for laughter. And in such a solemn business as this, laughter is a great gift.


Never or always November 9, 2011

Filed under: Uncategorized — Kristi @ 4:32 pm

Mother says as th’ two worst things as can happen to a child is never to have his own way–or always to have it. She doesn’t know which is th’ worst. (from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett)