"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of. but do it in private
and wash your hands afterwards." --Robert Heinlein.

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For the next two years (Summer 2014-Summer 2016) I'll be blogging our family's adventures in China at www.chinesemileposts.wordpress.com

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Jet Lag

So I've been living in California for a week and a half now and I've totally adjusted my night owlness to a different time zone. The first few days I felt it when I was still awake at eleven or twelve, realizing in Kansas it was really one or two. But it's currently 1:38 AM in Kansas and I'm not feeling it so much. My body is feeling the 11:38 PM in California. How will I ever go back? And my kids have adjusted as well. They've been sleeping in until 9 or 9:30 in the morning. Nine or Nine-thirty!!! They don't ever do that in Kansas, although I'd love it if they did. So they are basically waking up when it's lunchtime in Kansas. How did this happen?? We're only here nine more days. And the day after we fly back, we all have to wake up to get my husband to an eight AM class... Kansas time. That's like the middle of the night for us. Yikes.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007


This is the instruction sheet that came with our new portable dvd player case instructing us on how to attach it to our car. Caution # 1 is what got me. It reads, "Do not use the DVD Player Case as a swing, car seat, or for any other purpose except to hold a DVD player and accessories." A swing?? A carseat?? But you know there's a reason they had to write it. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

an acquired taste

I’m a picky eater. But compared to what I was as a kid, I’ll eat anything now. When my mom tried to get me to try an avocado (I grew up on a two-acre avocado orchard) when I was four, I hated it. She told me some story about how she hated mushrooms when she was a kid, but it was an acquired taste and now she loves them. For the record, I will never love mushrooms.

But I do love avocados. And while I don’t like onions, especially if they are raw and in something like a potato salad, I can appreciate the need for onions in certain recipes. And while I used to order my Nachos Bell Grande from Taco Bell or my Tostada Pizza from California Pizza Kitchen with no green onions, I’ve actually come to really like green onions.

And I’ve always hated nuts. Peanuts and cashews aside, I hate nuts. Yet I’m sort of acquiring a taste for pecans. Almonds and Walnuts are another story... they still disgust me, but I’ve been using chopped pecans for this yummy dessert recipe I have, and my husband, a great lover of Pecan Pie, convinced me to try some at Thanksgiving, and I kind of sort of liked it. Plus lately, I find myself buying chocolate pecan turtles at the store when I’m checking out. When did I start liking nuts?

There are still things I refuse to eat. I’ll name a few: mushrooms, anchovies, coconut, dark chocolate, prunes, cranberry juice, turkey, pickled ham, etc.

Yet who am I to declare foods I'll never eat. I never thought I'd find myself eating onions or pecans either.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Spiral Notebooks

I just read My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. Basically a very sad story, with an equally sad, but unexpected ending where one sister has leukemia, and the other one was born, basically to be a donor for her older sister. But this isn’t a review for the book, just something that stuck with me about it. The mother of these two girls, sort of as her escape, orders formal dresses online from some website. She’ll try them on maybe pretend for a little bit that she’s someone else, someone without the problems she has, that has somewhere to wear the dress. I got the impression that the dresses mostly were just returned.

I was at Walmart the other day (Yes, I shop at Walmart. Shoot me.) when I walked past their display of 5 subject, college ruled, spiral notebooks. On sale. "Whopty doo" is I’m sure what you are saying right now. I have a weakness for these notebooks. And pens. And pencils. It’s the writer in me. I always want to buy them, see that they are like $5 and talk myself out of it since I do all my "writing" on the computer anyway. If I do buy one, I never get around to writing in it, because then it isn’t new and unused and neat and clean. It’s been soiled by my pen. But I have to pull. That excitement. I want that notebook so badly.

My freshman year of high school my English teacher had us all bring in a single subject spiral notebook. It was to be our journal for the year. He asked us to tape/glue a collage on the front that showed who we were. I did that, for the assignment. And then I got excited and made one for me to be my writing notebook. It’s been fourteen years since I was a freshman in high school (whoa... half my life), and that notebook has never been written in. I added to the collage towards the end of high school, and again at the beginning of my freshman year in college, to update who I was. It was always there. Yet because so much had gone into making it special, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it by writing in it. I still have it. It’s still word free. It’s packed in a box somewhere in storage.

This is why I didn’t buy that notebook the other night. Why I already have quite a few scattered around my room. Some stenos, some 5 subject spirals, some fancy blank journal books. I’ve attempted writing in some of them. Some have just been turned into homes for the lists I make, the to dos, the Christmas wishes, the address list of who deserves baby announcements or Christmas cards, the packing lists and books to read lists. Others remain empty, waiting for me to write in them. Yet here I sit at the computer night after night. Typing my thoughts away. I guess it’s reassuring knowing that I’m not wasting any paper if I never click on print. And with the touch of one button, or the click of a mouse, this can all go away without the messy tear and all those little bits of paper that fall out with it.
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