Tagged: calendargirl

22
May
2006

LIFE IS A LONG PREPARATION FOR SOMETHING THAT NEVER HAPPENS*

Before a trip, my brain kicks into overdrive months in advance. I start with mental lists of things to remember, sticking little virtual post-it notes all over my gray matter. One of the ones I stuck up more than 8 months ago for the trip we’re leaving on this week read “Get Karin’s passport renewed” and the little post-it note was only JUST wadded up and thrown away a couple of days ago. I start early doing this because it gives me plenty of time to prioritize and remember things: get prescriptions filled, register to have the mail held, buy...

02
May
2006

SHORT ATTENTION SPAN THEATER

When Anders came back from Italy last week, he brought home pasta. Not just any pasta, but most especially not the kind you think of when you think of Italian pasta. No, he brought home Mickey Mouse pasta, Winnie-the-Pooh pasta, Zoo pasta, and best of all, just to get a rise out of Karin: Disney PRINCESS pasta! You can get her going just by murmuring “pretty pretty princess” under your breath; and although we try to minimize such teasing it’s not easy to restrain ourselves because she takes it so seriously and makes such hilarious faces while she stomps around...

09
Apr
2006

CARPE WEEKEND

4 days is too long to go without journaling. There is a sense of slippage, of retreat. Life swells, full up, and takes over, and I’m swept away in the current of busyness. Dinner out with 2 friends, one good and older, one good and newer, a chance to just sit and relax and talk and laugh about everything and anything after a long busy week. Just what I needed. Then the deadline of guests arriving, forcing me to hit that perfect beat, boy, and get the damned house cleaned up. I swept into Roomba-mode and motored through the morning...

10
Dec
2005

ALL IN ALL, A GOOD DAY

When you have children, birthday parties come with the territory, and birthday parties for children usually mean having your house invaded by 10-20 hyperactive, sugar-buzzed maniacs who trash the place, snub the food, and forget to say thank you until prompted by their parents, who look remarkably relaxed, which really should come as no surprise considering THEY’VE just had a 2-hour break from their offspring. muahahaha! Not this year! We took the hyperactive maniacs to Andy’s Playland instead and let them sweat their little hearts out running like lab rats mad through the labyrinth, bouncy castles, trampolines, ball pit, etc....

03
Dec
2005

IF YOU HAVEN’T GOT A PENNY, A HA-PENNY WILL DO

I have Christmas on the brain at the moment. It’s because I finished doing the house decorating today, with Martin’s help. All we have left in boxes are the tree ornaments, but we won’t be getting a tree until the 17th, because tomorrow we’re visiting friends and next weekend we’ve got Martin’s birthday party on Saturday and about 42 million calendar commitments on Sunday, of which we’ve chosen 3 to attend. I think. It’s hard to keep track. I’ve started the layout for our annual Christmas newsletter and gotten all my Christmas cards out of the back of the closet,...

29
Nov
2005

COOKIE MONSTER

12 bags of cookies. oh god. I managed to get them all into the freezer except 1 bag of the succulently titled FUDGE PUDDLES, which in reality are more like double-stuffed-addictioncup-porncookies. I ate 3 of those upon arrival home and then Anders came in and in plaintive tones asked, “Can I have one?” at which point I growled and snapped at his tentatively reaching hand. “Can’t you go see what’s in the other 11 bags?” I hissed, “Since there are probably cookies there I DON’T like?” Then he held me at arm’s length, wrestling the bag out of my frantic...

22
Nov
2005

I’M DREAMING OF A WHITE CALENDAR

I figured out which cookie recipe I’m going to make this weekend for the AWC Christmas Cookie Exchange. Even though I have no time to bake cookies, I can’t, in all good conscience, make Rice Krispie Holly Bars AGAIN. I really wanted to make a fantabulous almond and sugar cookie recipe that one of my Ericsson colleagues gave me, which was melt-in-your-mouth amazing, but after checking the recipe this afternoon, I realized that it was a sandwich-style cookie and since I need a total of 72 cookies, that would have meant making a GROSS! I am ashamed to admit that...

09
Nov
2005

WHERE I AM IS WHERE I AM

Late yesterday I started a post that was essentially a run-down of where I’ll be for the next few evenings. Then I deleted it because, really, do you care? I seem to have this weird compulsion to explain when I know in advance that I’m probably not going to be posting, due to evening activities and being out of town. It’s the same compulsion that brings me to call my husband and read him my calendar over the phone so that I’m sure he and I are in sync and that one of us won’t be left at home, having...

02
Nov
2005

BETTER TO LIGHT ONE SMALL CANDLE

It’s not exactly light when we leave the house in the mornings now, but it’s definitely dark when I’m coming home. After a month of sunny autumn beauty, fall is sliding into winter in real-time. When the skies are clear at night, they look like black, black velvet, diamond-studded and pure, another world high overhead. When they’re overcast, the darkness is impenetrable; coming down around on all sides, a blanket fort. A grey heron flies across the road, his kink-necked, sword-billed head ridiculously far from his feet. The trees have dropped their summer pants, they look silly and half-dressed. The...

10
Oct
2005

GOODNIGHT SWEETHEART, WELL IT’S TIME TO GO

I’m trying to be confident that it’s more true that absence makes the heart grow fonder and less true that out of sight is out of mind. I hope. Reasons for the upcoming scarcity of posts from Lizardek: Need some major recovery time after the virtual wedding shower that bluepoppy threw for sundayschoolrebel yesterday. I’m still picking rice out of my hair and shading my eyes against the bright lights. Giving everyone some much-needed time to work on their pages for my friends’ book *hint hint* Tuesday: AWC Handover meeting…it’s finally here. I’m giving up my night job. Wednesday: last...

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