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Stupid Distance

14 Sep

Today is my sister’s birthday.  According to facebook she’s 85, and since I’ve never had reason to doubt anything else that I’ve read on everyone’s favorite social media site, I don’t know why that wouldn’t be true.  I wrote this post back when Stacy was just an early octogenarian, but it’s exactly how I feel today, too.

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Did you ever have one of those days when you really just wanted to whisper something in your sister’s ear that made her smile no matter what else was going on?  And it certainly wouldn’t hurt if you were both wearing matching polyester green outfits.

Or even if you don’t have coordinating clothes, don’t you want a day to hold her safely onto the vinyl ottoman and tell her that you love her?

Yeah, me too.

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Floored

7 Jun

My sister got my hopes up yesterday.  Did she do the same to yours?

I really thought she was going to tell me some magical hint for keeping my floors clean.  It’s a continually battle around here, and I can use all the strategic advice I can get.

Last night we had a few friends over to talk about a book (it’s just something we do, you’re welcome to join us) and before they arrived I glanced at the floor and thought, “Hey, it’s not too shabby, I probably don’t even need to sweep, but shoot, I’ve got another 17 minutes before they get here, and the babies are already safely caged away in their cribs for the night, why not?”

So I hauled out the broom, refereed a fight between the oldest three about who got to hold the dust pan – it’s a major honor, let me tell you – and swept together a pile of crumbs, and wrappers, and seeds, and sticks, and gunk, and dirt, and stuff that would practically be enough to start a small garden plot.

That was the result of what I thought was “not too shabby.”

In repentance of my poor floor care, today I have a renewed interest in keeping the areas underfoot free of grime.  And so, in light of that, and in response to my sister’s disappointingly unHeloisish post, I give you this household hint:

If you let the spaghetti rest for at least two hours before attempting to clean the area around the table, dried pasta pops right up with no hassle.

I decline to comment about the Froot Loop(s).

Acting our Age – Part IV

19 Apr

We’re going to wrap-up this extensive trip into our e-mails today with a little back and forth.  If you need to, go back and read Parts I, II, and III.  I’m using the word ‘need’ there pretty loosely.

What you should know today:  To respect our mother’s privacy I’ve left out her e-mail in which she talked about sorting through old piles of junk, her long-term life goals, and asked why Stacy had more time to e-mail while she was subbing then while she was home taking care of her two preschoolers.

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To:  Mom, Dad, Christina
From: 
Christina
Subject:  Snippets from the week – reply, reply, reply . . .

Oh, wow. SO much on which to respond.

Okay – Thom. Maybe he shouldn’t get the babies undressed. I mean, I don’t know. Really – I was 25 before I was fully equipped for such a task. Yikes. Hmm…

I wonder where my kids got the phone. And reunited during the school day. I’ll talk with them about it.

Christina, let’s start a vertical sister blog. At this point I think it’s best we all remain vertical.

Mom, I have plans for your future. Scrap all that junk, pack up the things you can’t live without, and move somewhere within a 25 mile radius of us. There. That’s real future. And don’t think I’m saying ANY of this in jest. Not a joking bone in my body as I script this paragraph…

I can email on subbing days because I have stretches of time (i.e. recess) where I sit in front of a computer in a comfortable chair. Also, 3rd graders are FAR less distracting than Joes and Charlies. Far less. Oh, and sometimes I need my computer at home to be the carrier of “Go! Diego! Go!” so that I can nap. I am saying this all in earnest.

It sounds like my computer is going to disappear soon. So respond NOW!

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To: Mom, Dad, Stacy
From:  Christina
Subject:  Snippets from the week, reply ad naseum

Alright, I’ll forego Thomas’ help for another 20 years.  Whatever.
 jkl;
Owen found the phone on the playground.  It’s invisible, which explains why his teacher doesn’t seem to notice his extracurricular activities.  But you will have to get to the bottome of Chuck’s presence at O’s school.
 jkl;
Okay, Vertical Sister Blog it is.  But I’m still going to ask around to see if there are any options for nonvertical blogs.  You’re job is to come up with a really good title.  Go!
 jkl;
Stacy’s plans are good.  But mine are better.  I can think of two houses within walking distance of ours that would be perfect for your families.  Go!
 jkl;
You know what’s worse than 35 degrees and rain?  33 degrees and down pouring rain.  While leaving the library. You know what’s not cute?  Walking out of the library in the pouring rain and hearing Abers say, ‘Ooo…it’s pottying on me.”
jkl;
The boys checked out a Junie B. Jones audiobook.  It’s giving me reminiscent morning sickness.
 jkl;
This afternoon we are going to make a book of the ten plagues.  For some reason Susan Wise Bauer left out the lobsters and replaced them with locusts.  What’s wrong with that woman?  I thought she knew her history.
 jkl;
Okay, Potty Mouth needs a nap.
 jkl;
=CJ=

Acting Our Age – Part II

17 Apr

We need to continue with our “Christina and Stacy: Bloggers” history lesson. Remember a few weeks ago when my sister published this, the first installment in the series of emails that got this blog rolling? I have for you today installment #2. Let me remind you that I was subbing, and (to quote my sister) magnificently pregnant. Christina was homeschooling just 1 of her 5. The twins were infant status. AND, although there’s no specific mention yet as to a sister blog, it lies within these words. I promise.

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To: Christina, Mom, Dad

From: Stacy

Subject: Snippets from the week – reply

We’re having pajama day today! I am totally taking advantage of that. Give a pregnant lady the chance to wear pjs in public? Yes, please.

Good e-mail, sister. Good e-mail. Also, I have yet to comment, but I thought your Dr. Suess was brilliant. You should publish. Online. In a social forum.

Christina, I know I already shared this with you, but I might as well put it out there in cyber-space. My son thinks my legs are “comparatively large”. The problem? He’s right. Comparatively right.

Okay – today’s a real easy day here subbing so I expect many lengthy responses. But don’t let that polytheistic monster of yours touch the keyboard. It might be catching.

In the same line – the 6th graders I subbed for the other day are currently studying the Ancient Israelites as well. You should have Sim come read to them. I am certain they wouldn’t even notice the addition of Lobsters.

Oh, and I forgot the name of that website with the memory work guidelines. Peace Suffix dot org? Is that right?

Alright. I love you and expect witty repartee today.

Stacy

Comparatively large? I don't know. I couldn't see them...

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Two birds. One stone.

12 Apr

Thing I(we) Love: Crafts

The other day I made this:

I was proud of my handy work so to my sister (and a few others forgiving of braggadocio) I sent a picture. Christina replied with something like this:

“You should quit wasting your time on material yens and blog.”

Or maybe it was this:

“How dare you shove your lack of blogging in my face with felt and sack cloth!”

It may have been closer to this:

“BLOG, darnit! BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

So, CyberFriends, feast your eyes.

Acting Our Age

29 Mar

Things I (We) Love:  You

Today is our blogiversary, but it’s really you we’re celebrating.  You see, before you came along we were just two sisters e-mailing back and forth trying to maintain familial closeness over the span of several states.

It was working, but then we decided my sister was so funny that she deserved to be read by others.  Well, that’s what I decided anyhow, I don’t know what Stacy was thinking.  Oh yeah, that’s right, she was too busy giving birth to notice that I roped her into this debacle.

Our present to you this week is excerpts from the e-mail exchange that started it all.  Today you get the first message.

Let me lay the context.  It was March of 2011.  Stacy was substitute teaching and magnificently pregnant.  I was homeschooling Simeon, but the younger two brothers were still in preschool.  The Babies were actually still babies.  I had recently posted a facebook photo album about Dr. Suess’ birthday that was sort of another entrez into blogging, later next week I’ll try to figure out how to post that as part of this ‘looking back’ series.

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To:  Stacy, Mom, Dad
From:  Christina
Subject:  Snippets from the Week

—The boys were teasing each other on the way to school this morning, so I decided I’d better intercede and find out what names they were using.  Turns out they were calling Abe a polytheist.  Poor kid.  Don’t worry, Sim assures me that they all know he’s really a monotheist.
—This week we checked out Rocky and Bullwinkle from the library.  It makes the boys guffaw.  Us too.
—They are also watching Baby Rocket.  He was the King of the Wild Frontier, you know.
—This morning Simeon read the story of Moses and the Israelites to his brothers from the NIV children’s Bible including the part about the Plague of Lobsters.  You remember that one, right?
—Cecilia has a weird smell coming from her right ear.  I think there was a tear (or spit-up) in her ear from lying on her back, crying over you (or, more likely, me.)  Anywho, we now call her Stinky Ear the Pirate Lass.  She doesn’t mind.
—Pete turns his head when he hears his own name.  Either that or he just like it when we read C.S. Lewis.
—We’re nearly finished with the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.  The suspense is killing them.  We may have to let them stay up late tomorrow night to finish the last three chapters.  I think for the sake of Thomas’ sanity we best not leave Aslan dead for a full 24 hours.
—I checked out Healthy Sleep Habits Happy Twins from the library.  It doesn’t seem to be working yet.  I suppose I should read it.
—I refined some of the rhymes in my Suess Parody.  You can go back and reread it if you’re in to that kind of thing.
—Next week is Spirit Week at school.  Sim noticed that they are having another Pajama Day and has requested the same.  But not Hat Day.  No way, no how.  I don’t really get it, we have a Baby Rocket hat he could wear.
Good night and Good bye.
=CJ=
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March On

19 Mar

When it comes to trips down Memory Dirt Road, the last ten days of March are quite a tourist trap.  It’s mostly filled with stopping spots from the paved portion of my life, though.  Here’s a list of some of what you might see along the next dozen days:

In March of 2001 I made my first ever trip to Michigan when I flew up for an interview at Our Savior Lutheran.  I was blown away by their singing and kindness, and I met the seventh and eighth grade teacher.  We even had lunch together (with the entire Pastor’s family chaperoning) at Steak ‘n’ Shake before his big dinner theater and my flight out of town.  Okay, in all honesty it wasn’t anything close to a date, but we did relive those fries and burgers for several years to follow, because . . .

By this time in 2002 we were engaged.  Shocked?  It was speedy-wonderful.  I recommend it to everyone.  Well, okay, almost everyone.

Two years later my first nephew was born.  Okay, technically I have another nephew who was born first, but since I was three at the time, and didn’t meet him until we were both in our twenties and I married his uncle, his birth didn’t quite pack the same punch.  But Owen’s birth – that was a game-changer.  That made me an aunt, gave Simeon a cousin and Best Buddy, and brought me even closer to my sister than I imagined.

And the end of last March was a whirlwind of events.  First, my dear friends and I began a DIY Master’s Program otherwise known as “the book blog.”  You can find it here, just in case you’ve missed it in the past.  We started by reading Don Quixote. Who does that?  We do.  Now we’re reading Moby-Dick.  Yes, really.  And here’s the weirdest part – it’s not the least bit boring.  Not at all.  It’s an honest-to-goodness hoot.  Try it.

Then, before Sancho could even holler, “Look out for the windmills!” my last nephew was born.  I’m not declaring Henry the Official Last, for I have not that power, but I plan on spoiling him like he is, just in case.

And then, because I thought my sister didn’t have enough to do with a newborn around the house, we started this blog.  Yup, our blogiversary is coming up next week, and that’s actually what got my mind Marching through all these wonderful occurrences.  This blog has been great for those two things, making me demand unreasonable things from my supermom of a sister, and bringing back old memories that make us smile, ask lots of questions, and laugh and laugh.

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By Both of Us

Stupid Distance

21 Jan

Did you ever have one of those days when you really just wanted to whisper something in your sister’s ear that made her smile no matter what else was going on?  And it certainly wouldn’t hurt if you were both wearing matching polyester green outfits.

Or even if you don’t have coordinating clothes, don’t you want a day to hold her safely onto the vinyl ottoman and tell her that you love her?

Yeah, me too.

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Today’s the day! LET US CELEBRATE!!!!

9 Nov

This is it, friends. Today’s the day. The afore mentioned big one. Remember? Today is my sister’s birthday! Happy happy happy day!

Here’s the thing, Christina is awesome at tributes. Heck, she’s awesome at most anything she decides to give a whirl. Always has been. Public speaking? Awesome. Organ playing? Awesome.  Knitting? Awesome. Mothering? Awesome. Homeschooling? Awesome. Blogging? Awesome. Candy cane making? Okay, that wasn’t one of her best efforts. Actually,I’m sure the effort was there, but candy making genes missed her pool party, I guess. That’s forgivable, right? So here’s my attempt at paying tribute to a birthday girl that deserves one of her own tributes.

Christina is my favorite. And I don’t have to qualify that. I really don’t. That girl (or “lady”, if you care to do the math from yesterday’s post) is one of the most inspiring on the block. She gives selflessly each day to her  five minions, she keeps a relatively clean abode, she feeds her family food that has ingredients AND nutrients, she is thoughtful and careful in her called career, she recognizes her faults and is one of the only people I know who is actively working towards remedying those faults, she gives the absolute best, most thought out and scripture-based advice, she is clever, she talks less trash about people than anyone I know (except maybe her dear husband), she is enormously forgiving, and she never tries to be anything she’s not. What is that? Well, from my vantage point I see a sister, mother, wife, daughter, teacher, Lutheran, writer, musician, and runner.

Now here’s where you come in. While Christina is busy filling all of those vocations (yes, even on her birthday), would you kindly kindly wish her a happy day? I don’t care how you do it. Email her. Facebook her. Call her. Comment on this post. Yell really loud. Whatever. Just please let her know how amazing she is today. (I mean let her KNOW today. She’s amazing everyday…)

Christina, I love you. I aspire to be half of what you are (only 3 years younger). Happy birthday, dear sister.

Gardener? I suppose if she tried she's be awesome at that, too.