I posted these last year and I loved reading back over them, but FB won't let me copy & paste, so I'm only re-typing the kids quotes (because they're the best anyway.)
"Before my tummy gets hungry again, could you make it some pancakes?" -Kasey
"Mom, are you ever going to get hurt really bad? It would be really fun for me to call 911. Probably not for you, though." -Zac
"Sorry, I forgot I was naked." -Kasey, after being told she had to get dressed before she could draw a picture
"I just washed this hand; the other one wasn't very dirty." -Kasey
"Mommy, you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard. Except when you yell; then it's kind of terrible." -Zac
"Mommy, why don't you send more mail? Is it because you don't like people very much?" -Zac
"Mommy, don't ever read this book to me. We read it at school and they tried to cook a guy and eat him and he was naked. It was awful and really disgusting." -Zac
"None of these dresses is spinny enough." -Kasey
"Mommy, gross. Next time just use water and don't spit on me." -Kasey
"Here's his leg." -Kasey, handing me the leg of the junebug I busted her trying to get into the car with
"He's nothing but a liar! I thought he was my friend! Today was the worst day of my entire life." -Zac, after his best friend played tic-tac-toe with a girl instead of him
"Are you going to buy me any Christmas presents this year? Because I really want more bubble bath." -Kasey...on the toilet...while I was taking a bath next to it
"I think that maybe this book is probably a little too scary for me." -Kasey (Bunnicula)
"Dear God, thank you for making the world and thank you for our food and thank you that Daddy is working and I got some duct tape and Mommy made me a Darth Maul lightsaber. Amen" -Zac
"Why doesn't Kasey like it when I punch her?" -Zac
"Does it look like I have snot on my face? Don't worry, it's not. It's just dog slobber." -Kasey
"Maybe they went to Heaven. They are really old." -Zac, when I told him my grandparents weren't home
"Mommy is a camel who doesn't know how to read..." -part of an odd song my kids made up
"Cooco, Momo, Gigi, Mamochichu, Chungley, Lagamachu and Brucie." -names Kasey made up for sharks that she drew
Kasey says the Rangers are playing Hastings (Houston) tonight, and she hopes the Pink Sox win.
"I was afraid you might be kissing." -Zac, on why he didn't open the door to talk to us
"I love you ,Mommy. I'll see you in the morning." -Kasey...at 6. I asked if she was going to bed and she said, "No, I just didn't want to have to say it later."
"The Death Eater has tried every cookie in the land." -Zac, wearing a Darth Vader helmet shell and his Venom mask
"I accidentally snorted some Coke." -Zac (luckily this was a soda reference and not a recreational habit)
"It's okay, I can handle it; I'm very brave. I can kill spiders, you know. I'm also not afraid of bees." -Zac, when I told him it was dangerous being a police officer
"That guy must have really hated parades." -Zac, after I explained how JFK was assasinated
"She said our name like 'penis'!" -Zac, laughing hysterically
"I wish we lived in the jungle and we could eat food right off of the trees and fight tigers. Did Bear Grylls used to be Anthony from the Wiggles? Because he wears a lot of blue and talks like him. Do you think he sings a lot? I wish our house had stairs and we had a robot to vacuum and clean up all of our toys. Why aren't you my teacher? Why can't I go to school at home?" -Zac, in one breath with no pauses at dinner
"The Jedi Master has forgotten his weapon." -Zac (I responded with "A Jedi's greatest weapon is his mind." Sometimes I just can't help myself.)
"Here's the mommy, the daddy, the kids, and the pizza man." -Kasey, naming the vital roles while playing house
"I really wish you had named me Batman." -Zac
"Do bananas have seeds?" no. "Then what is this?" -Zac, holding up the tooth that was no longer just loose
"I made it dead with my hands. I should probably use some hand sanitizer." -Kasey, expert fly killer
"Zachary, you're my best friend in the whole world." -Kasey
"Don't worry, Mommy can fix it. Mommy can do anything. Except fly." -Zac
I have some skin left over!" -Kasey, wrapping up in her towel after her bath
"Mommy, can you please change your face? That one looks really cranky." -Kasey
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Living With A Hernia
You would think I hate writing, as often as I take breaks from blogging. Not true, my friends, not true. I've just been busy living...or something like that. So, where were we? Aside from my soapbox departure from the norm. (Btw, I may start wearing that soapbox out pretty soon. It may become the norm.)
Josh's grandpa died (a great relief for him, sad for his family) so, rather than put the kids through 12 hours of driving + a funeral, we spent the night before and after at a hotel at the halfway point. It cut into our emergency fund and we didn't do anything great and exciting, but it was a departure from the every day and well worth it. (Plus, there was lots of swimming and a hot tub. Woo hoo!)
2 Days before my birthday, my abdomen started hurting and I wrote it off as a muscle cramp or gas for abour 6 hours and finally, around midnight, Josh pointed out the fact that I could no longer stand up straight and I was doubled over, pacing because it hurt too much to do anything else. After he told me he could see the lump I was complaining about from across the room, he said he was taking me to the ER. The doctor declared it a umbilical hernia and proceeded to try to force my internal organs back through the hole from whence they came. (OW!) They made a little progress and then admitted me to the hospital and 9 hours later, they did emergency surgery. I was cut and stitched and meshed and steri-stripped and gauzed and a slapped back together and then told not to anything. Seriously. ANYTHING. After a week, I was told to do practically nothing for 2-3 weeks. That was about a week ago and I've been breaking the rules more than I probably should, but I'm trying to be relatively good. (I can't neglect my garden, it's my baby.)
Speaking of which, the garden is amazing. Corn, strawberries, squash, peas, potatoes, tomatoes, bell peppers, watermelon, cantelope, pumpkins, zucchini & cilantro are all going strong. Summer is officially here, the kids have been out of school for a week and I'm ready to be back in action. More on all of this to come.
Josh's grandpa died (a great relief for him, sad for his family) so, rather than put the kids through 12 hours of driving + a funeral, we spent the night before and after at a hotel at the halfway point. It cut into our emergency fund and we didn't do anything great and exciting, but it was a departure from the every day and well worth it. (Plus, there was lots of swimming and a hot tub. Woo hoo!)
2 Days before my birthday, my abdomen started hurting and I wrote it off as a muscle cramp or gas for abour 6 hours and finally, around midnight, Josh pointed out the fact that I could no longer stand up straight and I was doubled over, pacing because it hurt too much to do anything else. After he told me he could see the lump I was complaining about from across the room, he said he was taking me to the ER. The doctor declared it a umbilical hernia and proceeded to try to force my internal organs back through the hole from whence they came. (OW!) They made a little progress and then admitted me to the hospital and 9 hours later, they did emergency surgery. I was cut and stitched and meshed and steri-stripped and gauzed and a slapped back together and then told not to anything. Seriously. ANYTHING. After a week, I was told to do practically nothing for 2-3 weeks. That was about a week ago and I've been breaking the rules more than I probably should, but I'm trying to be relatively good. (I can't neglect my garden, it's my baby.)
Speaking of which, the garden is amazing. Corn, strawberries, squash, peas, potatoes, tomatoes, bell peppers, watermelon, cantelope, pumpkins, zucchini & cilantro are all going strong. Summer is officially here, the kids have been out of school for a week and I'm ready to be back in action. More on all of this to come.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Preachy McPreacherson
Dangit, Alfred, start remembering my password!
Typically, I try to keep my blogging lighthearted and leave religion and philosophy on the back burner, but I'm being convicted to pull all of that to the front lines today. In Sunday school last week, we were discussing evangelism, and I said that I felt that most people get so caught up in trying to find a way to talk ABOUT Jesus that they forget how to BE Jesus to people. The Holy Spirit (yeah, I said it) likes to teach me through insomnia, so I've spent several sleepless nights pondering this idea more thoroughly. My conclusion is as follows:
As children, we are taught that God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit are one. While this is true, it is also not true. Each has a very specific purpose in our lives and should be viewed as such. God is supreme. He is The Ruler and The Authority. He has the power to build up and tear down nations. He holds all the blueprints to life and has the power to judge and condemn or give pardons.
We are not God. We are not made to pass judgements or condemn anyone or raise ourselves above anyone else. And yet, we do it time after time after time. And worst of all, we often do it in the name of God.
Jesus came to teach us to love and accept everyone of every color, nation, creed or other difference. John Lennon's song, Imagine (which is often viewed as pagan or blasphemous, etc.,) asks us to picture a world where only the people matter; where actions are performed without thought to how it might make them look or change their status or help their cause. He asks us to strip away our nationality, religion, political affiliation, material wealth, social status, etc. and to love one another because it's the right thing to do. Jesus asked the same of all of us. (I find it ironic that John Lennon is best known for claiming to be "bigger than Jesus" when he was only pointing out that kids were more interested in music than organized religion - but, that's an arguement for another day. I'm also very troubled by the fact that John Lennon wrote a letter to Oral Roberts, asking if Jesus was really the answer and if "it is all true" and Roberts' response was basically that God was different for different people and he should "pray about it." Ugh. No wonder Lennon had such issues with religion. )
The bottom line is, we've been spending too much time being God and not enough time being Jesus. We use Jesus as the phrase "WWJD" and put it on bracelets and t-shirts and bumper stickers, but it's mostly meaningless or used as a "holier than thou" expression. Jesus didn't cut people off in traffic or look down on the guy that didn't change out of his work shirt before church or any number of other things people in the Church are guilty of. The Ten Commandments were set up as a reminder of the love God holds for us and the covenant He made with Abraham. It's like a marriage vow - We promise to "love, cherish, honor" and all of that, but if those vows were written in Old Testament times, they would have read "I will not do this and I will not do that..." Marriage is not a list of rules and neither is a relationship with God. In the same way, relationship is built through dialogue, conversation and give-and-take. No one is interested in a one-sided friendship and neither is God. God created us for curiosity, questioning and mystery solving. If he had wanted lemmings, he would have created us as such.
I think the Bible verse that sums my opinion up the best is in I Samuel "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." It's all about where your heart is. As the wise Willy Wonka once said "So shines a good deed in a weary world." People aren't looking for a sermon, they're searching for understanding. They don't want someone to point out their inadequacies, they want some one to say "it's okay to be you." That's who Jesus was and is. He's the hope when things look hopeless. He's the ear to listen when everyone else is too busy. He's the one who understands why we make the decisions we do and loves us regardless of the choices we make. That's who we need to be to those around us. Not perfect, not blameless, not better, just there. Willing to listen and not judge. Helping without hurting.
The Holy Spirit or Holy Ghost has just about been written off completely. By using the term "Spirit" we aren't sure where this part of God fits in. He's a ghost that once haunted people and caused them to speak in tongues or gave them visions or sent them into fugue states or a number of other things that make us shudder with uncomfortableness. He's the angel on the shoulder, condemning you for your temptations. I think we would be better off calling Him the Holy Soul or the Holy Heart or the Holy Mind, even. The spirit is supposed to be what makes us human, that part that separates us from animals. The "God-part" where "made in His image" comes from. Our intuition and "gut-feelings" and the part of us that loves and hates and understands is our spirit. This is where God speaks to us and we should be terribly excited about it, and yet, most of us are ignoring Him! We dismiss "coincidences" as just that. We talk to God, but we don't step back and listen for His response. My devotion yesterday was very appropriate here (and surely was meant to be) "Though you are an earthen vessel, you were meant to be filled with heavenly contents. Your weakness is not a deterrent to being filled with My Spirit; on the contrary, it provides an opportunity for My Power to shine forth more brightly." We need to start heeding the Spirit. We should start asking Him to point out areas we need to work on and people who need our help. All we need to do is ask and He'll tell us, we just get so "busy" with trivial things that we don't take the time to slow down and listen. We've grown accustomed to a "fast food" lifestyle and we expect God to be just the same.
When we start humbling ourselves before God, listening to the Spirit for guidance and then applying the wisdom we're given to help the brokenhearted and desperate, as Jesus would have done, then I think we understand the Holy Trinity as it was meant to be utilized.
The last thing I want to do is to judge or condemn or convict anyone else, that isn't my job. This is also wordier than I intended it to be, but I feel very strongly about it all the same.
Typically, I try to keep my blogging lighthearted and leave religion and philosophy on the back burner, but I'm being convicted to pull all of that to the front lines today. In Sunday school last week, we were discussing evangelism, and I said that I felt that most people get so caught up in trying to find a way to talk ABOUT Jesus that they forget how to BE Jesus to people. The Holy Spirit (yeah, I said it) likes to teach me through insomnia, so I've spent several sleepless nights pondering this idea more thoroughly. My conclusion is as follows:
As children, we are taught that God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit are one. While this is true, it is also not true. Each has a very specific purpose in our lives and should be viewed as such. God is supreme. He is The Ruler and The Authority. He has the power to build up and tear down nations. He holds all the blueprints to life and has the power to judge and condemn or give pardons.
We are not God. We are not made to pass judgements or condemn anyone or raise ourselves above anyone else. And yet, we do it time after time after time. And worst of all, we often do it in the name of God.
Jesus came to teach us to love and accept everyone of every color, nation, creed or other difference. John Lennon's song, Imagine (which is often viewed as pagan or blasphemous, etc.,) asks us to picture a world where only the people matter; where actions are performed without thought to how it might make them look or change their status or help their cause. He asks us to strip away our nationality, religion, political affiliation, material wealth, social status, etc. and to love one another because it's the right thing to do. Jesus asked the same of all of us. (I find it ironic that John Lennon is best known for claiming to be "bigger than Jesus" when he was only pointing out that kids were more interested in music than organized religion - but, that's an arguement for another day. I'm also very troubled by the fact that John Lennon wrote a letter to Oral Roberts, asking if Jesus was really the answer and if "it is all true" and Roberts' response was basically that God was different for different people and he should "pray about it." Ugh. No wonder Lennon had such issues with religion. )
The bottom line is, we've been spending too much time being God and not enough time being Jesus. We use Jesus as the phrase "WWJD" and put it on bracelets and t-shirts and bumper stickers, but it's mostly meaningless or used as a "holier than thou" expression. Jesus didn't cut people off in traffic or look down on the guy that didn't change out of his work shirt before church or any number of other things people in the Church are guilty of. The Ten Commandments were set up as a reminder of the love God holds for us and the covenant He made with Abraham. It's like a marriage vow - We promise to "love, cherish, honor" and all of that, but if those vows were written in Old Testament times, they would have read "I will not do this and I will not do that..." Marriage is not a list of rules and neither is a relationship with God. In the same way, relationship is built through dialogue, conversation and give-and-take. No one is interested in a one-sided friendship and neither is God. God created us for curiosity, questioning and mystery solving. If he had wanted lemmings, he would have created us as such.
I think the Bible verse that sums my opinion up the best is in I Samuel "The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." It's all about where your heart is. As the wise Willy Wonka once said "So shines a good deed in a weary world." People aren't looking for a sermon, they're searching for understanding. They don't want someone to point out their inadequacies, they want some one to say "it's okay to be you." That's who Jesus was and is. He's the hope when things look hopeless. He's the ear to listen when everyone else is too busy. He's the one who understands why we make the decisions we do and loves us regardless of the choices we make. That's who we need to be to those around us. Not perfect, not blameless, not better, just there. Willing to listen and not judge. Helping without hurting.
The Holy Spirit or Holy Ghost has just about been written off completely. By using the term "Spirit" we aren't sure where this part of God fits in. He's a ghost that once haunted people and caused them to speak in tongues or gave them visions or sent them into fugue states or a number of other things that make us shudder with uncomfortableness. He's the angel on the shoulder, condemning you for your temptations. I think we would be better off calling Him the Holy Soul or the Holy Heart or the Holy Mind, even. The spirit is supposed to be what makes us human, that part that separates us from animals. The "God-part" where "made in His image" comes from. Our intuition and "gut-feelings" and the part of us that loves and hates and understands is our spirit. This is where God speaks to us and we should be terribly excited about it, and yet, most of us are ignoring Him! We dismiss "coincidences" as just that. We talk to God, but we don't step back and listen for His response. My devotion yesterday was very appropriate here (and surely was meant to be) "Though you are an earthen vessel, you were meant to be filled with heavenly contents. Your weakness is not a deterrent to being filled with My Spirit; on the contrary, it provides an opportunity for My Power to shine forth more brightly." We need to start heeding the Spirit. We should start asking Him to point out areas we need to work on and people who need our help. All we need to do is ask and He'll tell us, we just get so "busy" with trivial things that we don't take the time to slow down and listen. We've grown accustomed to a "fast food" lifestyle and we expect God to be just the same.
When we start humbling ourselves before God, listening to the Spirit for guidance and then applying the wisdom we're given to help the brokenhearted and desperate, as Jesus would have done, then I think we understand the Holy Trinity as it was meant to be utilized.
The last thing I want to do is to judge or condemn or convict anyone else, that isn't my job. This is also wordier than I intended it to be, but I feel very strongly about it all the same.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Camp Ennis
We've made it until Friday at last. Spring Break has been completely action packed - I'll need at least a week to recover myself. "Camp Ennis" has been an ongoing endeavor, playing outside in the backyard tent, roasting hotdogs and marshmallows and sleeping in tents in the living room. We stayed in a hotel with a mini indoor waterpark to kick things off and we've been to the Tulsa Air & Space Museum, the Jenks Aquarium and the Tulsa Zoo - and renewed our memberships for the year, insuring many many more visits. Today I'm setting up a mystery to be solved by my little detectives (I'm thinking a jewel heist of some sort.) I have a migraine, so my heart isn't in it like I hoped it would be. Naturally, Josh and I are having the first date night we've had in months tonight. Yesterday, he tilled the garden for me, so the plan is to start planting on Easter, after the snow is over. (I thought we would make Easter a symbolic day for planting "new life.") I'm hoping to add a touch of Alice in Wonderland to the garden this year. I'm all about whimsy.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Good Day Sunshine
I was right about Spring waiting in the wings. Today was so warm and sunny. Kasey and I spent all afternoon hauling rocks and shoveling dirt and repairing all the damage the backhow did to the front yard during the water leak repair. There was enough rock and dirt to do a little free landscaping; it killed my back, but it looks pretty good. I can't wait to plant flowers...and don't even get me started on my vegetable garden. It's going to be spectacular.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Today is the first day of the rest...
Spring is coming. I heard it yesterday. I had begun to think Winter had set up camp and begun working on a permanent residence, but I smelled watermelon and sunshine on the breeze yesterday afternoon and I knew Spring was waiting at the airport. It should be no time at all until I'm complaining about how hot it is.
As you can see from my intro, I'm feeling poetic and a little nosalgic today, so I thought I'd go for another Top 5.
You know those moments in time, when everything is absolutely perfect for just a fleeting second, and if you could stop the world and live in that moment, you would? Here are my Top 5, in no particular order. I'm hoping for plenty more to follow.
1. I've just turned 11. Junior high and adolescence and all the angst and drama that go with it are on the horizon, but for the moment, I am truly a child. The fireworks are exploding in a bright stream of noise and magnificence behind Cinderella's Castle. I'm riding a carousel horse, with my brand new satin princess hat on my head, purchased just minutes earlier at the Mad Hatter's Shop. "When You Wish Upon a Star," is playing overhead, my cousins, aka my best friends in the whole wide world, are sitting on either side of me, and tears are running down my face because the experience is a million times more magical than I had ever expected it to be.
2. I've just started college. I've left my easel and canvas, with all the smells of oil paint and turpentine and liquin indoors and gone outside to sketch the students milling around on the lawn. The sun is shining and reflecting off the pond and the breeze is warm. After an hour or so, I decide to skip my next class and throw everything into the car, where I spend the next couple of hours doing nothing but driving with the windows down and the music turned up.
3. It's the summer before my junior year of high school. I've been dating this guy for a couple of months and watching him play hockey with his friends for weeks now. I bring my skates and waste time skating around by myself, waiting to skate with him. I'm sitting down to take my skates off, when their leader, who is everyone's hero and far above questioning, tells me I'm no longer allowed to skate there without playing some hockey (which I've secretly been dying to do) and hands me a stick. I've been accepted into this boys' club and I'm excited and yet, I don't want to disappoint anyone. I live and breathe hockey for the rest of the summer.
4. We're on vacation together and the weather's still a little chilly. We've been through museums and malls, a zoo and a lot of pasta, steak and cheesecake. He hasn't proposed yet, but I know it's only a matter of time. When you're with someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you can feel it. It seems like we have all the time in the world and our lives are stretched out before us, ready to become whatever we decide to make of them.
5. It's just last summer. The sun is high in the sky and you almost have to squint in the brightness. It's Kasey's first time at the lake and she has absolutely no fear of the water, bounding right in, splashing water everywhere. We spend the afternoon swimming, snacking and building an elaborate sand castle. We leave exhausted, sand-covered and deliriously happy.
I was pleased to discover how hard it was to narrow this down to just five. :)
As you can see from my intro, I'm feeling poetic and a little nosalgic today, so I thought I'd go for another Top 5.
You know those moments in time, when everything is absolutely perfect for just a fleeting second, and if you could stop the world and live in that moment, you would? Here are my Top 5, in no particular order. I'm hoping for plenty more to follow.
1. I've just turned 11. Junior high and adolescence and all the angst and drama that go with it are on the horizon, but for the moment, I am truly a child. The fireworks are exploding in a bright stream of noise and magnificence behind Cinderella's Castle. I'm riding a carousel horse, with my brand new satin princess hat on my head, purchased just minutes earlier at the Mad Hatter's Shop. "When You Wish Upon a Star," is playing overhead, my cousins, aka my best friends in the whole wide world, are sitting on either side of me, and tears are running down my face because the experience is a million times more magical than I had ever expected it to be.
2. I've just started college. I've left my easel and canvas, with all the smells of oil paint and turpentine and liquin indoors and gone outside to sketch the students milling around on the lawn. The sun is shining and reflecting off the pond and the breeze is warm. After an hour or so, I decide to skip my next class and throw everything into the car, where I spend the next couple of hours doing nothing but driving with the windows down and the music turned up.
3. It's the summer before my junior year of high school. I've been dating this guy for a couple of months and watching him play hockey with his friends for weeks now. I bring my skates and waste time skating around by myself, waiting to skate with him. I'm sitting down to take my skates off, when their leader, who is everyone's hero and far above questioning, tells me I'm no longer allowed to skate there without playing some hockey (which I've secretly been dying to do) and hands me a stick. I've been accepted into this boys' club and I'm excited and yet, I don't want to disappoint anyone. I live and breathe hockey for the rest of the summer.
4. We're on vacation together and the weather's still a little chilly. We've been through museums and malls, a zoo and a lot of pasta, steak and cheesecake. He hasn't proposed yet, but I know it's only a matter of time. When you're with someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, you can feel it. It seems like we have all the time in the world and our lives are stretched out before us, ready to become whatever we decide to make of them.
5. It's just last summer. The sun is high in the sky and you almost have to squint in the brightness. It's Kasey's first time at the lake and she has absolutely no fear of the water, bounding right in, splashing water everywhere. We spend the afternoon swimming, snacking and building an elaborate sand castle. We leave exhausted, sand-covered and deliriously happy.
I was pleased to discover how hard it was to narrow this down to just five. :)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Alfred & Stephen King
I think Google changes my login info every time I log out. I love that there's a little warning box each time, like my own personal butler, Alfred, to tilt his head and "tsk, tsk" me each time. "Oooh...are you sure that's the password you want to enter? *cringing face* It's not what you typed in last time. *whispering and leaning in closer* I'd try something else first, if I were you." (I think my Alfred may be gay.) It would be more useful if he'd just remember the password for me.
It's cold. Again. I'm thinking of making the inflatable bed a permanent part of our living room arrangement. We'll all just recline while we eat and hang out, like the ancient Greeks and Romans. I think we could make it fashionable. Speaking of which, I think we should go back to dressing like them as well. I feel like the last few decades have spewed themselves back onto the shelves in some sort of awful, mismatched assortment of ripped jeans and tie-dye and flannel and leg warmers. I'm not really sure what's going on there, but I don't want to be a part of it and Miley Cyrus can't make me. Though, Alice in Wonderland is cool again and quite frankly, I'm more than a little excited about that.
The books got the best of me yesterday and I've had trouble putting them down, just as I knew I would. I love Stephen King for so many reasons (and I won't go into all of them, or we'll be here for hours) but the thing I love the very most is that he is the only author who uses the intro as a chance to have a conversation with his "Constant Reader" (an especially un-facied up conversation with profanity and vulgarity when necessary) and update you on the goings-on in the King household and whatnot and then includes all his notes about where he was and what he was doing when he wrote whatever it was. If I may steal your opening, Mr. King, in Just After Sunset he concludes the intro with this:
"And now, let me get out of your way. But before I go, I want to thank you for coming. Would I still do what I do if you didn't? Yes, indeed I would. Because it makes me happy when the words fall together and the picture comes and the make-believe people do things that delight me. But it's better with you, Constant Reader. Always better with you."
How can you not love this man? Reading him makes me want to write, and writing nearly always leads me straight back to reading. It's a vicious cycle.
It's cold. Again. I'm thinking of making the inflatable bed a permanent part of our living room arrangement. We'll all just recline while we eat and hang out, like the ancient Greeks and Romans. I think we could make it fashionable. Speaking of which, I think we should go back to dressing like them as well. I feel like the last few decades have spewed themselves back onto the shelves in some sort of awful, mismatched assortment of ripped jeans and tie-dye and flannel and leg warmers. I'm not really sure what's going on there, but I don't want to be a part of it and Miley Cyrus can't make me. Though, Alice in Wonderland is cool again and quite frankly, I'm more than a little excited about that.
The books got the best of me yesterday and I've had trouble putting them down, just as I knew I would. I love Stephen King for so many reasons (and I won't go into all of them, or we'll be here for hours) but the thing I love the very most is that he is the only author who uses the intro as a chance to have a conversation with his "Constant Reader" (an especially un-facied up conversation with profanity and vulgarity when necessary) and update you on the goings-on in the King household and whatnot and then includes all his notes about where he was and what he was doing when he wrote whatever it was. If I may steal your opening, Mr. King, in Just After Sunset he concludes the intro with this:
"And now, let me get out of your way. But before I go, I want to thank you for coming. Would I still do what I do if you didn't? Yes, indeed I would. Because it makes me happy when the words fall together and the picture comes and the make-believe people do things that delight me. But it's better with you, Constant Reader. Always better with you."
How can you not love this man? Reading him makes me want to write, and writing nearly always leads me straight back to reading. It's a vicious cycle.
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