Brandon is just the kind of man whom everybody speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.----Sense and Sensibility The characters of Sense and Sensibility continue to engage me. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve read this particular Jane Austen novel. It never … Continue reading The Dashwoods
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She has socks!
Supposedly, I’m a slow cooker.
Warning: I do share about an assault in this post, but I do not go into much detail. Things said to me as a female raised in a complementarian, fundamentalist church: You look like a whore. I can see your cleavage. Change your shirt. No one will believe you anyway. Boys are more visually stimulated … Continue reading Supposedly, I’m a slow cooker.
Some kind of blue.
As I mentioned previously, I love jazz. There is something I like about nearly all music I’ve encountered. Over time, I’ve learned that I must guard myself when I listen to music. I’m very influenced by it. My mood and perspective follows accordingly. Composers who write movie scores would love me, I think. I feel … Continue reading Some kind of blue.
Whatever it’s called!
I realized very quickly after working with college students with intellectual disabilities that many of them had food preferences they hadn't shared or explored, because they had limited freedom to make their own meals, if any freedom at all. How do you learn to cook a vegetarian meal if everyone else doing most of the … Continue reading Whatever it’s called!
This entire post is about poo and pee.
Bella’s favorite time of any day is when we walk. We can not say the word “walk” or spell it out, because she knows w-a-l-k and completely loses it. Even putting on a belt can be hazardous, because she sees the belt, thinks it’s a leash, and hurls herself at you, gleefully ready for said … Continue reading This entire post is about poo and pee.
Say yes to the pop-tart.
In the rush of making sure the kids had clothes for school tomorrow, scouring their room for socks to wash, etc., one of them asked me if they could have pop-tarts for breakfast. With no hesitation, I said yes. This wasn’t what I had planned for breakfast in the morning. I was going to make … Continue reading Say yes to the pop-tart.
Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.
I think there must be something wrong with me, Linus. Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy. I don’t feel the way I’m supposed to feel. - Charlie Brown Charlie Brown helped me understand that I love jazz before I knew what jazz was. Vince Guaraldi is what I associate with Christmas music. When other … Continue reading Christmas is coming, but I’m not happy.
Nose boop!
She really does have a lovely snout. Apparently, I left our bedroom door open. I can't really blame her for taking advantage of that opportunity.
Baby wipes and dry shampoo.
It's ok to be tired. I learned quickly when my kids were small that showers were a luxury and that I didn't need them as much as I had believed I did. I might have wanted a shower every day, but I didn't need one that often. Our water usage has decreased and consequently our … Continue reading Baby wipes and dry shampoo.
Beka Tucker 