Friday, February 22, 2008

uhaul, i haul, we all haul

4 People

+ 1 cat

+ 1 Uhaul trailer

Traveling at 50 MPH for 1500 miles

=

a. Fun times

b. Something to laugh about later

c. Doom

Answer will be posted soon.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Goodbye Duluth, Stay Cool

Every time I've come back to Duluth since I left after graduation, I've always had to drive through the areas where I grew up. Something about them holds a certain magic.

I remember being in these places as a kid day after day. The spots that still look almost the same are like little monuments to childhood for me.

As places become more run down and new gas stations and bars pop up, the area becomes more and more unrecognizable. A while back I decided to take some pictures before things changed too much.

They're not the most beautiful or squeaky clean parts of Duluth, but they will always be the places I want to see when I come to town.




Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Apparently I have two personalities

One is upbeat and has a belief in the goodness of the world.

The other is a torrent of bitchiness.

It keeps things interesting. And spontaneous! Who am I today? Am I a grizzly bear or a teddy bear? Look at me the wrong way and find out!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Leaving and returning

Everything is coming together with the move, slowly, like an old jigsaw puzzle you find at a garage sale and never know if any pieces are missing until you get the whole thing together. Our house has achieved the look of a crack house once again, except it is a very clean crack house. Someone started scrubbing like a maniac and couldn't stop. Then they dumped the contents of the closets on the floor and threw legos all over. That's what it looks like. In a nutshell.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away I have a husband who will actually be leaving the little plywood shack that has been his home and will be delivered back to us, postage prepaid in about 5 weeks. He will have been gone for 15 months. When he gets back, I will never let him leave the house again.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Suffering from Early-Onset Nostalgia

With the move coming closer and closer, I decided now would be a great time to get all the videos together that I've taken over the past year and make them into movies complete with music to burn to DVD's for family here in Minnesota. Isn't that nice? I enjoy waiting until the worst possible time to start huge, time-consuming projects. This could all be related to my chronic procrastination, but I'll worry about that when the time comes.

I look at these fairly recent videos and see them as if it's 10 years from now and I'm thinking, look how cute and small they are, if only they were still that size! Suddenly I'm imagining them leaving for college. Jack has a goatee and a guitar and Dylann has 10 girlfriends. They call me Ma. I don't mind.

It's like I'm either looking back at their ages and remembering what it was like when they were younger, or I'm imagining what it will be like when they are older and doing things on their own, like wiping themselves and washing their own hair without having an emotional breakdown. They're so old! They're so young! I'm such a nut!

Then I begin to worry that I'm not appreciating their ages right now because I'm so caught up in the daily grind, washing dishes, picking up toys, locking myself in the bathroom, and taking a mental note of how many times I say things that sound completely ridiculous like, what did you think was going to happen when you did that? or the very effective how many times have I told you?! How original. It's like suddenly I'm channeling some annoying woman from the 50's and I have no control over what I'm saying or doing.

In a way, it seems like it's impossible to really appreciate the ages they are until I step back and see things from a distance. Because at the time, there are plenty of little struggles that come along with what stage they are in. There is an ever-changing array of challenges. But seeing a video of only the cute, funny, and beautiful moments combined with heartwarming music reminds me how adorable they are at this age, right now. So I guess that's what it takes. I just go along complaining about my children and then realize when I see a video that they are actually angelic (especially accompanied by Jack Johnson) and I should spend every day holding their hands and squeezing them because it won't be long and they'll be grown up and telling me how much they wished their mom had only truly appreciated them during the tender years, instead of spouting off outdated threats and warnings like a robot. Way to go, Ma.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

Random pieces of information

Did you know that people who were born in 1990 will be able to buy cigarettes this year? 1990. Wow.

I found one of Jack's favorite movies on DVD and bought it, without noticing it's in Japanese. He watches it anyway and now he walks around babbling things like, "Eedonay! Dootee nana bittee!"

Dylann has let me know that most of the things I suggest he do with his time, like not hopping up and down while he eats dinner and not throwing things at the walls are very bad ideas. I am boring. And stupid. Where is my sense of fun? Where is my excitement if not in throwing toys all over the house and beating people up? I really don't know.

Apparently one of the greatest things about having a little brother is seeing what you can get him to eat. How about broccoli with ketchup? Not too bad. Now to push the envelope...a peanut butter covered olive that's floating in your juice! You can see Dylann's eyes light up, let's see just how far he's willing to go. And Jack's eyes say, wow, I am hardcore.

It's also fun to have lively discussions with your brother about poop and barfing. You know you've done it right when your mother spends an entire day with her face frozen in horror.

It's very interesting to think that one month from now we will be living in a house that we will find and rent in southern Georgia. In the next few weeks oodles of things need to happen in order for that to come true. How interesting to imagine I will accomplish them all. Go me. No, seriously...GO!!

Friday, February 1, 2008

An update from Jack


I'm a transformer with wings that can fold up three times and I'm blue, but sometimes I can turn black and be a shadow. I have a head that can come right off and I can carry it and I run faster than someone doing cartwheels, but slower than a cheetah. But you know what? When I run, I transform and then I see monsters. And I can BLAST INTO OUTER SPACE!!!!!