Showing posts with label Libby history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Libby history. Show all posts

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Merry Everything!



I sent my first Christmas Newsletter with our card this year, because in the past, I relied on letting people browse here, but I've been busy with other things.  I miss the blog, but cannot foresee more time next year either.  I'm guessing most of my readers have already seen this, but my blog is more of a personal history document for myself, so bear with me.

  I should probably not be writing this letter right now….

Waking up to a 5-year old face thoroughly coated in green marker (“[The Frog] did it!”) and a Christmas tree whose lights are now unlightable (“it wasn’t me!”), tends to leave me waxing sarcastic.  Nevertheless, too much has changed and not enough blogging has happened for me to feel we’ve really tried to stay connected with you without some kind of (adjective) Christmas newsletter.

We began the year in Poughkeepsie area, New York, adjusting to our new life there.  Jay had a visiting position at Vassar College and was meanwhile applying for tenure-track positions elsewhere.  37 phone interviews, over 50 flights, and 5 offers later, by June, we were thrilled to have purchased a home in none other than Jay’s hometown - Dunstable, MA!  He is now an associate professor at his undergraduate alma mater - University of Massachusetts Lowell and is enjoying his first semester “professing” there.  Ever on the lookout for efficiency, he has recently taken to running on the treadmill while lugging a 15 lb backpack and is sure it has not only improved his posture but increased the impressiveness of his thighs.  (ok, so I just threw that in that last bit.)  Jay has been loving his new calling at church - teaching early morning seminary (a 6 am religion class for high school students from our church) and I get the sense that they are loving him as well. He continues to give me everything I want and always let me win, so I think he’s pretty awesome.  Plus, if you google his name, he’s the first 2 hits!

The Frog (7 years old), after a year of homeschooling, is now enrolled in 2nd grade and commented to me that he is the only one in his class who said he likes school on his “All About Me” poster.  He continues to wake the family before the crack of dawn and is happiest when he’s rough-housing, thumping and accidentally breaking things (at least that’s what it seems like) or pretending to be his favorite TV/movie/book characters.  He has taught his sisters how to wield swords and use potty words at inappropriate times.  We have finagled his way into the Cub Scout Wolf Den a year early (so he can come with me to my new church calling as a Den leader), and he enjoys those rambunctious meetings immensely.  I was pleasantly surprised to hear from his 2nd grade teacher that he is an excellent reader and so has been paired up with a boy in the class who is special needs because, “[The Frog] is such a helpful sweetheart.”  I am, though dumbfounded, obviously proud and will take as much credit as possible.  He keeps us on our toes and keeps losing all his teeth.  I well-up almost daily, mourning the loss of my 1st baby, while being pleased at how he has grown in so many ways.

Peach (5 years) has started half-day kindergarten.  She is always the first to make friends with new people and loves riding on the school bus.  She loves procuring costumes, stuffed animals and other miscellany from her tiny backpack, like rabbits from hats.  Indeed, she is known for quietly stashing every small trinket she finds in unsuspecting locations.  (Who expects to find a Nauvoo souvenir brick under their pillow?!)  Peach loves picking out her own wild outfits, and finally lets me comb her hair (thankfully!) as long as she gets to choose the hairstyle. Last week, we had to mimic Cindy-Lou Who. She has an aptitude for making her whole body as stiff as a board when upset, and makes it very clear when things are not going according to her plan.  Luckily, her younger sister is usually content to play their pretend games Peach's way and can often be heard taking part in their play dialogue exactly as instructed.  Peach is by far the funniest in the family and when she’s not trying to get her way, can be extremely helpful and loving. She loves to cuddle and has thrashed her “blankie” to bits.  I am relieved to have discovered she is more willing to clear her dishes if I close my eyes and act surprised when they’re missing.  

Hazel (3) is the baby of the family, but sadly, no longer a baby.  She is very proud of being a “big girl” and has been my most willing potty-trainer, by far.  She is a thorough cleaner, when she wants to be, and likes things to be organized.  Sometimes I catch her rearranging the silverware in the dishwasher so that all the forks don't mix with the spoons.  She loves turning heads into smiles at the grocery store and asks to sit on the green horse on the mini merry-go-round outside (although less so now, after seeing another child ride it while it actually moves and plays music).  She must always have her purse when we go out (though she still can’t open it without help) and is the reason I can never find my chapstick.  Hazel somehow knows the whole alphabet and thinks she can write her name.  She gives the tightest hugs and the best wet, suction kisses and unlike her siblings, prefers cereal to pancakes for breakfast.  She enjoys placing stickers on her bellybutton (and on the wood floors and furniture) and drawing on her body and everywhere BUT paper- the markers have finally been confiscated.  She is quick to remind me that “sharing is caring” whenever I have a sweet treat and has the greatest sweet tooth of anyone I know.  Perhaps that is why she is so sweet.  :)

This year, we somehow ended up hosting another foreign exchange student, this time from La Paz, Bolivia.  It’s been so fun to have a teenager in the house!  Monica (16) has brought music back into our home, works hard, and plays hard.  She is the classic case of a city girl being forced to live in the country, and is making the most of it.  Since coming to the USA, she has had a lot of firsts such as trick-or-treating, seeing a coyote, seeing all the Star Wars movies and being tackled (and tickled) by small children.  She has learned how to ride a bike, become addicted to bagels, visited Maine, New York City, and Boston (several times).  She has observed an eclipse, submitted a photo to the Boston Globe Scholarship photography competition and walked almost 5 miles by herself to get to the nearest mall.  She joined the cross-country team and though claims to hate running, keeps running on our treadmill many times per week.  She has mastered the art of the “selfie” and I am surprised at how many friends she has made so quickly.  She is a great addition to our family and we love her spunk and playful, teasing nature.

In January, I took my first flight sans kids after having children (I got to read!! on a plane!!) to visit my dear college roommate in the Bay Area and catch up with some other old friends.  I gained a huge amount of respect for single parents everywhere while Jay was constantly gone during his many many professorial interviews.  I also had a mini college reunion with friends in NYC!  After the second move in 1 year, I think I finally know how to do it properly, though am loudly hoping I won’t have to use my new knowledge anytime soon.  I (with a LOT of help from my mother-in-law) painted our entire house and installed baseboards on the third floor while gaining a new love for the mitre saw (again, with a LOT of help, this time from my father-in-law).  I also took up the ukulele and piano tuning.  I accidentally got a small part-time job tutoring high school math and science, which has been so much fun for me.  I’ve also been dabbling in accounting classes and am hoping to keep slowly pursuing a CPA, one class at a time, with my new “dependent’s discount” at UMass Lowell.  

If you’re reading this letter, we must think you’re great and hope you will let us know if you are in the Boston area (or would like to be!).  It would be great to catch up in person and we love having guests!!  We hope this letter finds you well and thriving!  

Merry Everything!

Love,
    Jay, Libby, The Frog, Peach, Hazel & Monica


Friday, August 22, 2014

Welcome to NY!

It has been SOOO long since I've logged anything here, but I swear I have a good excuse.

1) moving
2) moving to a remote place in MA that has no internet reception or cell service
3) moving again, finally to our new home in NY.

I've learned a lot these last few weeks.  A Lot.

Though soo soo grateful to Jay's parents for letting us take over their summer home while we found a place to live, I must admit I was dreading being cut off from the world so thoroughly.  My first Sunday at church, I was slightly relieved that the branch had no nursery so that I could run one for Hazel and finally check my email on my phone.  It was really annoying at first because we kinda needed the internet to figure out where we were going to live, so for awhile, we would drive over to the (tiny) local library and sit in our minivan (oh yeah! we got a minivan) using their wireless.  The kids would watch a movie in the back on their iPads and I would scour craigslist and zillow while Jay would catch up on his gazillion emails he got over the last 2 days.

However, once we knew where we were living I actually really really liked being cut off from the world.  It was very freeing in a way.  I spent a lot more time reading books.  In a way, it felt more indulgent because when you spend time online it feels like I am "working".  Gaining information.  Paying bills.  Unbolding emails.  But reading a book novel is really just blatantly all pleasure.

So it turns out I can live without internet.

The things I missed the most actually turned out to be:
-potable water that comes out of your tap
-climate control
-having more control over the amount of bugs I encounter on a daily basis
-having a closet to hang my clothes in.

I was surprised by how annoyed I got having to dig through a suitcase for my stuff all the time.  Closets ROCK!

Anyway, after nearly buying a house in Poughkeepsie, we realized (i'm feeling very listy today, aren't I?)
-closing on a house takes FOR.E.VER (okay, just 45-60 days) in NY and Jay was going to end up sleeping on the floor of his office for 6 weeks while the rest of us lived in MA and it all just sounded horribly inconvenient.
-the market here is AWESOME for buying a house, but HORRID for selling a house and if we ended up needing to move in a year it could have been really hard to sell and we were purposely buying a fixer-upper which means we had only 1 year to fix everything up.  and learn a new place. and homeschool The Frog. and....

So I chickened out on the house and we are renting instead.

In true Libby fashion, I tried to find the cheapest place possible that had (another list)
-2 car garage
-lots of storage space
-nice neighborhood
-real backyard
-within a 20 minute drive of Vassar
-could move in by the time Jay needed to start showing up at work

We did find a place but it feels SO tiny!  We are losing our office space, our TV room, a bedroom, a food storage room, and my craft room.  (and a bathroom, but I was always secretly annoyed at having to clean 3 bathrooms so for me, that's a good thing.)  BUT there is an attic where we are trying to store as much as we possibly can so that we won't have to repack as much when we move next year.

We decided to put our bed in the smallest bedroom so we could use the master bedroom as a treadmill/TV/craft room.  Our bedroom is SO funny.  I laugh every time I go in there because there is 1 foot on all sides of the bed before you hit wall.  Luckily, our nightstands are really small and they perfectly fit!  :)

The kids are all sharing 1 bedroom smaller than their old one.  We're still trying to decide where will be the least awkward place to put Hazel's crib...  But I think it will provide some real sibling bonding, don't you?

Really, the smallness doesn't bother me that much.  Really what bothers me is HOW MUCH STUFF WE HAVE!  Every time Jay brings in another box that says "Kitchen" or "Craft" I feel myself blushing.  Don't get me wrong... my dessert plates are adorable.  But after going through everything and saying "I can live without this for the next year.  Let's put it in the attic," a small corner of my brain whispers that perhaps I could live without it. period.

We have a LOT of bottled pears from our old pear tree.

Luckily, I don't know where to donate stuff here yet so I'm off the hook for now :)

Now for the real kicker.

I don't mean to complain, but I spent FOUR DAYS deep cleaning this place.  It was FILTHY!  Like no-way-Libby-it-couldn't-be-that-bad-you're-exaggerating bad.

If you have a weak stomach, you should stop reading now.

So the previous owners had 2 cats and lived here for 3 years.  I think they must have been saving up for a third cat and accidentally left it in their CARPET!  Seriously!  I have the picture to prove it!
BAM!
All of that is CAT. HAIR.  and it all came from the master bedroom ALONE.  It took me 2 HOURS of vacuuming that one room to get it out.

but let me back up.

So I was pleased to hear that the carpets would be professionally cleaned on Monday before we could start getting ready to move in.  My plan was to do the last finishing touch cleaning items before I move my things in like vacuuming out kitchen drawers, etc.  for maybe a day or so and then start unpacking.

I get there on Tuesday and walk in thinking "YIKES!! WHAT IS THAT SMELL!!"

I was trying to be nice and so carried on with the vacuuming of the kitchen drawers and shelves when I noticed this place is coated in colonies of cobwebs. Ok ok, yeah, this is a rental unit with vaulted ceilings so it's not surprising that there would be cobwebs in places that required me to use a step-stool and a long vacuum attachment to get.  That is semi-understandable.  But no, we're talking door frames, walls (even at waste level!), cabinets, every. single. corner.  So now I have to go around the whole house and basically vacuum the walls and corner.  Thank goodness this place is so small!

So then I go to the master bedroom to start putting some of my things away in the closet and I'm sitting on the floor nearly gagging from the horrid wet animal smell.  I look at Jay and say, "do you smell that?"

Jay: *sniff sniff* "no"
me: "what? seriously?  that horrid wet dog smell?  you can't smell that"
Jay: not really.

So now, I'm starting to think I'm just over-reacting.

I go do things in other parts of the house and then go back to the master and MAN!  it stinks!!

So then I get all whiny to Jay and how I'm scared to say something to the landlord because I don't like inconveniencing people, so basically what I'm saying is I make Jay do it.

He and his wife say they can't smell anything but they agree to my proposal to let me rent a steam cleaner with a pet odor treatment from Home Depot to see if I can get it to come out with a bit of work.

We get the thing rented and the lady tells me to be sure an vacuum first.

okay, yeah. good idea.

Unfortunately, my vacuum head that does floors got separated from the rest of my vacuum in the move.  Luckily, this house has a central vacuum, so I decide to use that.  It doesn't have rollers on it, just an attachment lined with stiff bristles.

So I start vacuuming back-and-forth (like anyone would) and I see what looks like a ball of lint or something accumulate.  I figure the head must just be dirty with lint and now it's rubbing off on the carpet.  I'll just get that with the Dyson.

But no. It just keeps happening.  The whole length of the carpet!  I soon realize that I am essentially combing cat hair off of the carpet into little piles.  So I did this very methodically across the whole room and then went back with my Dyson and sucked up the piles.  Then I'd do it again purpendicularly, etc.

I'd be lying if I said that some level of me didn't enjoyit.  I do love getting something really grimy to become clean.  But this quickly got old once I decided to go over the entire carpet until I no longer got hairballs to come out of it.

2 HOURS LATER I finally stopped getting little piles to appear in the Master bedroom.  On to the next room...

I have never EVER sweat so much vacuuming carpet before.

So yeah, looks like I wasn't the crazy smeller of phantom stink after all.  And that also makes me feel pretty good.

I think smelling stinks is one of the super powers all moms get so we can make sure our kids don't get diaper rash.  Unfortunately, it can also be a curse and cause you us to vacuum cat fur for 2 hours.  I had to repeat the same procedure in all the other bedrooms, the hall, and the family/dining room as well.  Luckily, none of the others were even half so bad.

So once that was all done, I used the steamer and went to bed at 1am.  I can't remember now.

The next morning it still smelled bad and so I did it all again.  (though I only vacuumed twice this time)

It still smells and the landlord has graciously agreed to replace the carpet.

YAY!!

However, that means we have to move all our stuff out in a week.  Again.  *sigh*

But it will be sooo worth it.

Well, I was just taking an unpacking break to double-check a youtube video about getting rid of a slow draining sink and am still surrounded by boxes.  I should go.  (really, I should go to bed.  after I fix the sink, I promise!)


Friday, June 6, 2014

More Moving Details

So, why are we moving again?

The short version is Jay didn't get approved for "continuing faculty status" (their version of "tenure") at BYU.

We were really surprised.

He far surpassed all their outlined requirements but those pesky politics... I think Jay was advocating for too much change too soon, and it didn't sit will with those folks.

Anyway, we lucked out because when Jay started the application process last fall, Vassar was one of his top 2 choices, so we feel extremely blessed.

It felt like SUCH a LONG 7 months of waiting to figure out where we would be going (or if we would be going at all... BYU allows an extra year to find another job before letting you go) and for a long while, I was making plans to move to Moscow, Russia.

For reals.

We waited through agonizing months of getting response emails, phone interviews, flying out interviews, and then a most painful time where we heard NOTHING when we were expecting to have heard SOMETHING... over and over I had to tell concerned neighbors that "there is no update... we're still just waiting to hear back."  Let me tell you, this made the initial shock and sadness about moving away from all we had built here all so so much worse.  Feeling like we'd have nowhere to move to!

And then when we'd almost lost all hope, in mid-May when we assumed all jobs had surely been given away by then, Vassar - Jay's top choice who he never heard a lick from - offered him a 2-year visiting position with an invitation to apply for their tenure-track opening next fall.

Now that all the waiting and mourning is over, I'm pumped and ready to move on.

We're still not sure where we'll be living, despite my countless hours spent perusing homes for sale in Poughkeepsie.  I've finally decided that I just can't make any meaningful decisions until we actually show up there.  Luckily for us, Jay's parents have so generously offered their summer home in central Massachusetts to us to live in until we know what's going on.  It's about 3 hours from Poughkeepsie, so we're hoping that's close enough to make a few day-trips and check out the homes.

Right now, I'm sort of leaning more towards renting for the first year, just to make sure we will actually be staying there (because if it ends up being only a 2-year deal, I don't think real estate will be a good investment) and to make sure what area I want to end up in as well.

It will be an adjustment going from an awesome house with tons of space and storage and a beautiful yard and awesome neighbors (who I know all of because they all go to church with me...) to a small rental home/apt/condo/who knows? surrounded by strangers, but I think it could be really fun too.  (and I will spend a LOT less time cleaning/fixing/weeding/caring for a home)

A nice experiment.  I do love a good experiment...

We will not have as much space, most likely, and will have to sell things/put things in storage.  It will be good to prove I can live more simply with less stuff.

There is a little part of me that wants to try my hand at home renovations.  Our home here had already been fabulously updated and I didn't need to do much more than paint a few things.  (and really I didn't NEED to do that.  I just wanted to...)  I did install 2 faucets (while very pregnant, I might add...) and a built in microwave (while VEEERRRRRYYYYY pregnant.  like T minus 1 week pregnant...) and I must admit there is a corner of me that wants to find an awesome fixer-upper to try and learn how to fix up, hoping that even if we only stay for 2 years, we won't loose money on our investment.  (though, the property taxes are YEEESHly high and that may deter me...)

Anyway, it's weird having no definite plans and knowing I can't make any for almost a month!  I'm trying to throw myself into moving plans, but it's not nearly as fun as house hunting.

I have never had to move anywhere with a lot of furniture because when we moved into this house we were coming from a fully-furnished dorm at Stanford, so this will be my first big-time move.  AND it's slightly complicated because we will be putting almost all of our stuff directly into storage while living at the lake house, and then later will move most of it out, but probably not all...

I guess what I'm saying is, what do you wish you knew before you moved?

Thursday, June 5, 2014

A Good Excuse

Well, I can finally FINALLY announce why I have been so preoccupied these last many months and not posting very regularly.

We. are. MOVING!

Yes.  It's true.  I never in a million years thought I would ever have to post something like this because I already had my whole life planned out and let me tell you- moving was not part of the plan.

I distinctly remember having this moment last August- just an average, ordinary day- when I looked around and thought to myself, "wow.  my life is perfect.  could it possibly get better than this?"

So, you see, it's my fault we're moving.  I jinxed us.

Sorry, Jay :(

I admit, I was heartbroken at first.  Even now, I'll have occasional sad glimmers in my eyes to leave behind all we have fostered here...  (or maybe that's the exhaustion?)

But I always like a good adventure too, and this will surely be that.

I should really be sleeping right now, so I'm not going to go into the details.

yet.

BUT, I just had to get that off my chest.

We're moving, and that's why I'm MIA.  I've been cleaning and packing and posting pictures of the house, and learning about selling a home on my own, and cleaning, and weeding, and climbing trees to saw out dead limbs and not cooking good meals and allowing my kids to spend WAY to much time in front of a screen and, OH, did I mention that Jay has been out of town for most of all this?

Yes.  He has.

Luckily, I have fabulous parents and neighbors and family and I'm doing alright.

In fact, our home is officially under contract as of a few hours ago, pending the sale of their home, so it must have all worked pretty well.

However, in the contract, I am allowed to take other offers and save them until June 23rd, (Jays' birthday!) the date they have to have their home under contract with another buyer for us to honor the contract with them.  So, in the meantime, I must keep up appearances and keep holding open houses until we are goners.  Most likely we'll be completely moved out by June 27th (my brother's birthday!).

Carazy, eh?

Oh, and just so I don't keep y'all (2 of you) hanging, and if you haven't seen on facebook already, we're moving to Poughkeepsie, NY.

G'nite!

Friday, May 16, 2014

A New Low

I've had some pretty low moments as a mom.  I've had my fair share of shameful shouting incidents.

I have officially hit a new low.

I never should have told Jay.  He thinks it's perfect "kid conversation" material.  But this!  no.  This is not a cute snippet to woo future would-be in-laws (while simultaneously embarrassing my kids).  This is one that will terrify them.  About their future mother-in-law.

Anyway, he said if I didn't write it, he would, and if I write it, I can at least keep it charitable.

I have confirmed to myself that I actually have a rather evil corner of my heart because even now, I'm inwardly cackling that I actually said this.  I ACTUALLY said this.

I spend too much time around children.

No no.  I won't put blame on them.  I said it.  ME. **cackling resumes**

It all started when I so innocently, on a completely normal day, in a completely normal way, needed to use the ladies' room.  Don't worry.  No TMI.

at least not yet...

So, as usual, I make my way away from the happily playing children to sneak off to the loo.

After about 1.43 seconds of walking away, there is an eruption of crying coming directly behind me.

Turn around.

The details escape me.  Nothing out of the ordinary happens.  Give it back.  Kindness.  Get off her.  No hitting... something like that.

All is calm.

Ah yes.  I forgot the announcement last time.  Perhaps it will help this time.

"I need to use the bathroom.  Can we all be kind while I'm gone?"

"yeeeees"

Turn around.

This time, I actually make it all the way to the bathroom, only to discover (TMI warning) someone (else!) didn't quite make it in time and there is poo smeared all over the toilet seat.

By this time, you can guess I really had to go.  Luckily, I've learned to keep clorox wipes within reach no matter what room one might find themselves in, (just about) and so naturally, I had some on hand for just such occasion.  I finally had it cleaned and wiped dry so as to sufficiently satisfy the needs of my clean little behind when their second volcanic eruption occurred.

This time I decided the only way to pee in peace was to separate the offender (which is almost always unclear) and so I grabbed both Peach and The Frog by the wrist and directed them upstairs to their rooms.

I admit, I may have said this next part a bit louder than I care to admit, "Now you can come out of your rooms after I have gone to the bathroom!!"

Did I mention they were both rather upset about this whole thing?  The Frog especially.  He defiantly rushed from his room and very clearly announced that,

"I'm COMING OUT of my room!!"

There may have been some stomping.

Then, with fire that I didn't know existed, I laser beamed him right in the eyes and said,

"If you do not stay in that room, I will POO in  YOUR.  ROOM."

Well there it is.

Needless to say, I finally got to relieve myself.  In a toilet.  (ew)  The look on his face told me I wasn't going to have to prove myself.

and now the cackles return.

what if I he didn't stay in his room?

Friday, March 14, 2014

Yet Again, Nothing Witty Comes to Mind...

Whenever people ask the ever-favorite getting-to-know-you question of "What is your most embarrassing moment?", I always feel a slight panic.  Not because I'm worried about sharing my most embarrassing moment, but rather I either a) don't embarrass very easily, 2) manage not to embarrass myself often or D) have a terrible memory.  I'm pretty sure it's D), but if I had a terrible memory, there would really be no way for me to confirm it with myself.  Who knows if the memories I have are accurate or not, right?

Anyway, it finally happened!!  Though I had to experience extreme awkwardness, this might be a great story I can try to tuck away for future use.  I just need to get it down quick, before I forget!

So, I don't think I've mentioned yet this year (in all 5 posts...) that I'm taking a ballet class at BYU this semester (which might be part of the reason for infrequent posting.)  It has been lovely, revealing (not in a good way), guilt-procuring, and also amazing.  I've loved it!  Love trying to get back in shape.  Love having an hour-and-a-half to myself 5 days a week - mid-day even!  Love reminiscing vicariously through the other 20-year-olds and reflecting upon how much has changed in the last 10 years for myself...

But it's also made me feel a bit neglectful of my family and my orderly efforts.  I get home right when it's time to make dinner and so we've been eating rather poorly since January.  It's also annoying to take a shower at night, dry my hair, and have it look nice all of 1 hour until I go to bed.  I want to wear a sign around my neck when I drop my son off to preschool that says, "Yes, I promise I have showered within the last 12 hours.  You don't like the crazy hair? Deal with it!"  It's also much easier to stay in my "comfy" clothes all day.

and that makes me feel like a slob.

So, though it's been a fantastic blast from the past of sorts, I'm ready to get back to my old schedule, come April, and maybe try to do a mini-barre routine in my laundry room before the kids wake up, to keep the fun alive.

Anyway, back to engraving embarrassing stories of myself on the interwebs...

We've been having fabulously warm weather for this time of year, and I thought it might be fun to ride a bike to ballet.

Now, there are many intricacies to riding a bike to BYU from where I live.  But I will demystify it for anyone who may need to ride a bike to BYU from my house. ;)

It is not a particularly bike-friendly journey.  There are sidewalks, but I feel a bit like a jerk riding on them now that I'm no longer 8-years-old.  Sidewalks are for pedestrians.  However, there is also no shoulder for a majority of the ride;  I also don't want to be one of those bicyclists I curse for having to go around because though they think they are hugging the curb as much as possible, I know if I stay in that lane, they will hit a rock at just the right angle, at just the right moment, and I will instantly regret not having switched lanes.  On the other hand, the sidewalks on the side headed toward BYU are also so horribly pockmarked that I think I may fare better chancing the rocks and the cars to the over-the-handlebar-inducing potholes and ravine-like cracks in the sidewalk...  Luckily, I discovered that on the wrong side of the street for traveling to BYU, the side-walk becomes double-wide! Which I choose to infer means it is okay to ride on, regardless of direction of travel, since there is room to pass.

Is this making any sense at all?

The point of that was, I ride on a sidewalk.  where pedestrians go.  m-kay?

So.  I was on my way home (which is actually uphill, the whole way) and we had just learned a particularly killer plié, two days ago, which means my thighs were not only sore from the day before, but also tired from the immediately preceding class, and now barely able to pedal myself uphill.  (are those excuses enough for you?)  So, I'm plodding along, on my bike, on the double-sidewalk, at a very (necessarily) leisurely pace.

Then the awkwardness ensues...

There is a boy.  In front of me.  Jogging.  Jogging at the perfect pace so that my current biking pace is only very slightly faster than he is going.  Which means, he notices my creepy shadow very very very slowly approaching his own.  I could see something needed to happen.  Either I needed to buck up and pick up the pace to pass him quickly (as a biker should do to a jogger) or I needed to think up something witty to say to make this awkward moment a forgettable moment.

Unfortunately, the second option sounded better to my thighs and made this potentially forgettable moment, a moment I will never forget.

So I finally get to the position where I am awkwardly riding right next to Jogger-Boy and since it looked as if we could be having a conversation, I figured it would be the time to mention said comment.

I don't really remember what I said now... something like, "you're so fast I can't even pass you on my bike!"  (which isn't witty at all...)

And then I notice, he has earbuds in.  Doh!

(this is the worst part...)

He takes them out and says, "What?"

Side note:
Now, I have issues.  If you're still reading my blog, you've noticed, I'm sure.  But this next one I'm about to reveal... I'm not a repeater.  I just can't do it!  If someone doesn't catch a punch-line (however lame it is) I just cannot repeat it.  The moment is gone.  You had to be there.  It loses its authenticity.  The effect can not be recreated.  It's over.

Side note to the side note:
And this is why I think I may not ever be able to be a good high school teacher....  My first class would (in my imaginings) think, "Oh that Mrs. McCarthy... she is so funny!  Who knew math could be so fun?!"  and then everyone else would think I'm completely boring and lame because I couldn't bring myself to repeat the witty things I thought to relate in earlier classes.  But I digress...

"What?" he asks?

Mortified by the increased discomfort of the situation, the gall I had to interrupt his music, and the pressure to now say something new, witty, and unplanned..

"You're fast!"

and then he looks at me like, "was that supposed to be a pick-up line?"

Suddenly, the pain in my thighs was no match for the pain of my embarrassment and I rode off like a school-girl who, during the famous 1st-day-of-school-McDonald's-hot-lunch, got squirted with ketchup by a careless crush.

(yes.  that also happened to me. and he laughed when it happened.)

I prayed so hard that the corner red light would turn green so I could cross the street and out of his life forever, before Jog-Boy could catch up to me and make me relive the awkwardness.  and guess what?

God does answer prayers! :)

Friday, October 11, 2013

Karen's Visit!!

These past few posts are so out of order.  which bothers me.  because I like chronology.  (and alphabetization.)  
But I'm trying not to let my need to be organized, get in the way of getting things done.  Being organized is supposed to help, right.
Obviously, I only mention this because I am bothered.

Anyway, last weekend, I had the privilege of hosting my besty from college!!  Karen!!!  We were so meant to meet up.  I can't believe how much we have in common (nerdy, mathy, ballet-loving... we even both have curly hair!), and she was a great influence on me in so many ways (I doubt I would have thought to study abroad without her putting the thought into my mind, and we got to live in Hungary together!).  Anyway, she has made the move to CA and now resides in the Googleverse there, which means it's convenient enough for her to make a quick weekend getaway to visit ME in Utah, without needing time off work!  It was so fun to see her!! (and maybe I'll sneak away next time :D)

As seems to be the custom lately, I got ZERO pictures of our shenanigans, but she took plenty of phone pics (and so did my kids...) and she was kind enough to share.  Here are a couple of my favs:
Despite having no kids of her own, she is better with kids than I am.  (Which, I guess, isn't saying much.... perhaps it would be better not to compare and just say, she is great with kids!) So much so that on Sunday night when we were putting Peach to bed, she told Karen that they could share a bed that night if she wanted to.  When Karen told her that she had to go home that night, Peach said she wanted a hug before she left and gave her a little kiss too!!  It was the cutest ever!
We had to make rolls while Karen was here.  (So I could show her what I've been "studying" since leaving school.  'Cause we are both nerdy that way and love to study.)  This is Peach making hers into a "puppy".
We did go out to dinner at a cool place on Saturday night - The Black Sheep Cafe, but mostly, we just lazed around while Karen was here.  We probably spent more time in our PJs than was proper, but we're just that close. :)

Thanks for coming Karen!!!  Next time, we can chill in the peace and quiet, by your pool and take a ballet class! :)

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Future Ballerinas?

I installed a mini ballet barre in my laundry room some time ago, and so the kids know about ballet and that I like to do ballet.  I don't have any pictures of them, but awhile ago I walked in the room and they were both standing on one leg and pulling their mouths wide with their pointer fingers (as is typical for Peach).  
Jay: Guess what they're doing.
Me: No clue.
Jay: Ballet.

hm.  I hope I don't look like that...

Anyway, the home I grew up in is now under contract to be sold to someone and they are planning to move as soon as the buyer sells their home.  As a result, my mom has been big-time cleaning out the house and making me take all my old stuff :)  I just received a garbage bag full of these:
 my old pointe shoes that used to be hanging up over my closet.  Not knowing what to do with them, I thought I'd at least take pictures before I chuck them.
 I, of course, couldn't stand it, and had to try a pair on:
 For some reason, it was surprising that they still fit, even though they are all mine...
Of course, this whole activity sparked questions from the kids, and I had to show them what they're for.  So, they wanted in on the action:
 Peach quickly decided they were not for her (which is surprising because she's always traipsing around the house in other people's shoes),
 but The Frog wanted to try them out...
 properly.
maybe we have a future ballerino on our hands?