Tagged: karinbean

06
Mar
2007

DOGNABIT

I always show Martin and Karin the photos of my online friend’s cats and dogs, and of course they can’t get enough of Cute Overload. So, when I saw that the pretty pretty Bluepoppy, who has been in a marvelous frenzy of daily posting lately, quite unlike her usual practice of making us sadly refresh and refresh and refresh wait a few days between nuggets of bloggy goodness, and MUCH APPRECIATED by her adoring public, had posted this scrumptious photo of her darling Daisy pup this evening, I immediately, of course, called Karin and Martin over to the computer to...

12
Feb
2007

RUN IN CIRCLES SCREAM AND SHOUT

Aaaagh! Remember that item on my to-do list all last year that kept not getting done because it required a hefty fee, photos, paperwork and a trip to the embassy??* This one: Renew Karin’s U.S. passport AAAGH! I never got Karin’s U.S. passport renewed! *commence total panic attack* *Which is in STOCKHOLM. Keeping fingers crossed the Copenhagen Embassy will not give me shit when I call tomorrow to make an appointment.

04
Jan
2007

CYBERMOTHER HEN

Suddenly, all this “my kid has a blog” stuff seems much more serious than the funny little frolic I had sort of blithely assumed it would be. Karin had been agitating for a ‘wabsit’ for weeks. She went so far as to draw up an instruction sheet listing all the things she wanted her website to have. Translation for the 7-year-old’s-writing-impaired: Karins website. What there is: spel (games), calendar, search things, send to someone, make books to print, work with letters, write what you want to have and web email. After trying to explain the differences in websites in terms...

18
Dec
2006

KEEPING YOU IN STITCHES

Gah. I hate sewing. It goes all the way back to when I was 13 or 14, taking home ec in junior high. Even though all my girlfriends were in the class with me, and it was only for a term (we alternated to woodshop, which was okay…I made the cutest mouse-shaped cheeseboard for my mom which she still has, and then cooking class, which I also hated, but mostly because the teacher was so awful. She stood over your freshly baked and just-removed-from-the-oven brownies and scratched her dandruffy head RIGHT OVER THEM. *shudder*) My sewing skills are only what...

13
Nov
2006

SOMETHING YOU CAN’T GIVE WITHOUT TAKING OR TAKE WITHOUT GIVING

I just finished the book that we are reading for book group, which meets in a couple of weeks, and hopefully by then I will not have forgotten the plot, the characters, the things I liked and did not like about the author’s writing style. I am already pretty sure that I will show up at the wrong place since it has changed and even though I KNOW THIS I seem to still have the original address firmly parked in my brainpan where it appears to have taken root. The book, Black Swan Green by David Mitchell, was very good...

17
Sep
2006

ONLY 2 MORE AND WE’D HAVE A COMPLETE SITH BASEBALL TEAM

I feel like everything in my head is so disjointed. When I sit down to start writing, it all tries to shove out past my fingertips in staccato sentences and bullet points: bang! bang! There doesn’t seem to be any flow in me right now, no story, no form. Martin and I went berry-hunting today at the schoolyard. All the rowans are ruby-dotted with huge clusters of bright red berries. We figure the birds have more than enough and no one will miss half a bag full for us to use as table decorations for the Halloween party. We still...

24
Jun
2006

PORTRAIT OF THE STARVING ARTIST AS A YOUNG GIRL

Overnight, it seems, my daughter has become obsessed with money. She and Martin have had piggybanks since they were very small, promotional items from our bank, two fat translucent piggies with a lock in the bottom, one red, one blue. They have collected coins of all denominations and currencies up to and including the plastic ones that came with her Baby’s First Cash Register. We are careful not to indiscriminately purchase everything and anything our children desire, perhaps sometimes to the point of going overboard (I have steadfastly refused to let any other form of gaming enter the household besides...

01
Jan
2006

THIS DOES OR DOES NOT BODE WELL, DEPENDING ON YOUR PERSPECTIVE

You spend your year doing what you did on the first day of it, I’m told, therefore I’m up for: sleeping in, a couple of chores, writing thank you cards, rearranging furniture, reading a good book, arguing with Anders, playing with the kids, half an hour walk in the foggy greyness of the afternoon, finishing off the cookies, and having a headache. Waking up with a migraine when you weren’t even drinking the night before isn’t really fair, however I am obviously way too bloody old to be staying up partying until 4:30 in the morning. *looks for sympathy* Conversation...

24
Oct
2005

ROBBED OF INNOCENCE

I think I just shocked my daughter out of a year’s growth. We were getting them ready for bed, and she held her hands up in front of her with her fingers steepled in a praying position and bade me do the same. I dutifully held up my hands and copied her. “Has your mother ever stolen anything?” she asked. “No,” I answered. “Okay, now fold down your little fingers,” she commanded. I did. “Has your father ever stolen anything?” she asked next. “Um…not that I know of,” I answered. She squinched up her eyes and pursed her lips and...

13
Sep
2005

MY CHILDREN ARE FREAKS

You’d never guess it by the picture-perfect photos that I usually post (hahaha!) or the ones that Tracey has just posted, but my children are FREAKS OF NATURE. I could get them on Stupid Human Tricks! My sister can turn her arms all the way around and inside out with her palms flat on the table, and I used to be able to vibrate my eyes (now it gives me a monster headache), but I don’t know where my kids got their freaky freakishness. The apple may not fall very far from the tree in most cases, but this time...

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