Sweet Sixteen

We're turning sweet sixteen today! Yep, that's right, today is our sixteenth wedding anniversary. It could be sweeter though, Jeff left for Dallas at 5 am. But oh well. Here's hoping the whole year is a good one. Here's the wish list: 1. our house in Ohio sells, 2. our house in Ohio sells, and 3. our house in Ohio sells. So, it's going to sell. Ah, the power of wishful thinking, or is that delusional thinking? Hmmm.....not sure anymore.

Looking back, the last sixteen years went by so fast (except for the last eight months). And although there are days I feel like I don't get anything done except get dressed, get the kids off to school, and complete a few household chores, when I look back in aggregate, we've actually accomplished quite a lot. I think I should make lists more often. I get the stuff done anyhow, but then I remember that I did it and feel good about it. So here's what I'm feeling good about right now:

In sixteen years of marriage we:
1. earned four degrees between us,
2. welcomed six children into our family,
3. managed to house, clothe, and feed said children despite being poor students for eight of those sixteen years,
4. moved ourselves eleven times without breaking our backs or anything else irreplaceable,
5. succeeded at loving one another through good times and bad, with the result that we love each other more now than we did on the day we married,
6. have been blessed with excellent health and DNA that keeps us looking younger than we are, and
7. are looking forward to the next sixteen!

Write Away

You won't be able to read about my attempts to write around my family or break into publishing on this blog anymore. I know you're all really upset about that. Ha ha. I just thought it would be better to separate my personal blog from my writing blog. So, if anyone wants to read how my writing is going, you'll have to check it out at: http://writingrhapsody.blogspot.com/. This one is going to remain for more personal posts and family updates. I hope spring is visiting you all. It's snowing here. Ugh.

Fat Pheasant Festival

Fat pheasants abounded today. I took a double take on our way home from church to make sure one wasn't a turkey. The weather finally warmed up to fifty degrees and the pheasants came out in droves. Jeff took the kids out to the land we're trying to buy and Sadie chased them while the kids ran. They were bouncing in the apartment with deafening synergy, so it was good for them to get out for a while.

If you're wondering, we still haven't had an offer on our house. I still can't figure out why. It's such a great house and the daffodils and redbuds, are probably blooming now. I love the yard in the spring. I never dreamed it would be so difficult to sell. I'm trying not to stress out about it, but it's tough. That hardest part is not being able to do anything to change the situation. Yes I know, have patience. I'm working on it. The good news is that no matter how long we have these double payments, we'll never starve. We can always go out and catch a pheasant.

Rain and snow, blow and go (no really, just go)

We had a glorious weekend and then today, snowy rain. Ick. What a tease. Nathan was so excited to try out his new umbrella though. Here's a shot of him testing it out. Obviously, the weather doesn't bother him at all.

I cozy up around the stove or under a blanket with a book when it's miserable out, but today I made a cake for a friend's birthday. I took it to her and we commiserated over a slice of chocolate cake and suddenly, who cared about the weather. Great company and an infusion of chocolate work wonders. But if it's gross tomorrow, I think a book is in order. That is, if I can squeeze it in around the editing jobs that just came in.

Anyhow, here's the cake. And yes, it's as good as it looks. I wish I'd made two. Not that I need any more cake. We've had a LOT lately and I'm making no headway at all against the weight I've gained this winter. Sigh. I can no longer eat whatever I want to and get away with it. Yeah, yeah, I know, the world's smallest violin is playing my song.

Birthday boys, Take two

We celebrated the second round of double birthdays this weekend. I seem to be suffering memory loss or something because I forgot to buy camera batteries - again. So I don't have any pictures to post. Sorry. We did get the party on video, so they won't be totally bereft of birthday memories. Yesterday was a lot of fun though. Jeff made kites with the kids and then flew them at the park. The kites soared and the kids had a blast.

For me, the best part of the whole weekend was the glorious weather. Ah yes...I remember what warm temperatures feel like again. It's been heavenly - sunny and sixty five with the earthy smell of spring all around. Whenever I get a house of my own again, I'm planting hundreds of flowers. I really miss plants here in this neighborhood of asphalt encircled, high density housing. Six more weeks and we'll have a yard again. Yay! And if we get really lucky, the people who liked our house in Ohio at the showing yesterday will buy it soon. Here's hoping.

Trevor played in his first tennis match and got fried. He forgot to take sunscreen and has a livid farmer's burn. He's very embarrassed about it, which only makes his face look like a steamed lobster. He won half of his matches though and had a really good time. He plays doubles with a really sharp guy from school and they are enjoying the boy to girl ratio on the JV tennis team which is hovering around 1:6.

Lindsey is a little nervous about middle school. I am too. We choose her classes next week. I just hope she can figure out a way to stay organized and keep up on her homework next year. Maybe, like a caterpillar, she'll undergo a miraculous transformation this summer that will allow her to fly with creativity, but still keep track of things.

Tyler and Evan are looking forward to playing baseball. Tyler is very charged up about it, Evan, not so much. This in and of itself is weird since he's a natural athlete. But we'll see how it goes.

Nathan is just thrilled to be four and both he and Jared want to spend all day at the park. Not that I blame them. But it is a good thing that they get hungry so often, or I'd never convince them to leave.

I'm finishing up the revision on my story and beginning to edit the manuscripts of the studies Jeff mentored his graduate students through. The students wrote the manuscripts and I'm just trying to keep from beating my head against the wall as I try to bring them up to publication caliber. Some are so awful, I'm practically re-writing them. I'm not sure if one student even knows what a complete sentence is, much less tenses, proper grammar, or appropriate statistical expression of data. That manuscript is truly beyond help so I'm not wasting my time. But it is baffling that someone can graduate with a master's degree and not know the basic conventions of written English. So I'll take two Tylenol, fix two manuscripts, and write again when I've recovered from my concussions. Then I'll patch the wall.

Standing (or sitting) corrected

Okay, I stand corrected. Urinetown is not the sewage it seems to be. Apparently, audiences and critics alike love it. I'm not deleting my previous post though, because I still think it has a tacky title.

Theater whizzes

Has all good taste left the arts? Sometimes I wonder. I drove past the campus theater this morning and did a double take. A bold yellow sign promoted their Spring production. Emblazoned across a yellow backdrop in sinuous black letters read: Urinetown - The muscial.

Yes, I get the 'clever' double entendre. But still, who thought anyone would want to see a show entitled thus. Ew. I mean, other than mild curiosity over whether it is set in France, Italy, or some other hygenically challenged place with bad sewers, that title fails to pique my interest in any way. I'd heard the university theater program has gone down the toilet lately, but now they're advertising it.