Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Where I worked featured on TV show

Click the link to watch a TV episode featuring the historic village museum where I loved working this past year!  You can just watch the first minute for a great view and overview of the village or FFW through the two modern restaurants, hiking trail, and roller skating portions to shorten the show.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


Chris likes Blistex chapstick.  His lips really only get chapped in the winter.  It only took two years of marriage for me to associate the smell of Blistex with cold weather. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Anticipating Summer's Pending Ending

The crisp clean cold of winter cannot be replicated by an air conditioning unit.  Nor can the toasty warmth and smell of a furnace imitate summer heat.

We have entered that brief window of the year when mornings are gloriously crisp, but afternoons are still warm and sunny.  September.  September is summer's last wish.  September is for cardigans and orchard visits and cider-spicing.  September is when the tree's finger tips turn red and Aunt Tracee's turn blue. 

I recall, in early August, when dried corn stalks and plastic pumpkins appeared in the craft store's seasonal section, I walked up to a scarecrow and demanded to know what he was doing there.  His presence should align with the end of my pregnancy and I was not ready for a baby yet!  I told him to leave, but he did not.  A month later, I am preparing to greet fall and my son.  In fact, I am eager for both.  And no longer am I eager for my son's birth merely for my poor body's sake.  I am really looking forward to meeting him!

A friend crocheted an adorable pumpkin cap for him this fall- orange with a green stem on top.  I'll wear my orange blouse and green cardigan to compliment his hat.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Pregnancy Diaries: Counting Kicks

Husband of pregnant wife: "Honey, can you move around a little less at night.  You're keeping me awake."
Pregnant wife: "Sweetie, I understand what you are saying and I love you, but let me tell you a few things.  I chew two Tums preemptively before I go to bed.  Then I give you a kiss and lay down on my left side like the doctor ordered.  5 nights out of 7, heartburn kills that option.  So I quietly stack pillows behind my shoulders to sleep sitting up.  About that time, baby wakes up (and on nights like tonight, he also gets the hiccups) so I close my eyes and pray for him and for us or think about things like "what if my water broke right now?" until he falls back asleep so that I can fall asleep.  But before I can doze off, I realize that I have to pee again, so I get up to go to the bathroom.  Before I reenter the bedroom, I consider that I am too awake at this point to fall asleep soon enough to not need to change positions repetitively and wake you, so I go to the living room to read about things like, "What would I do if my water broke right now" and other things baby or play spider solitaire.  When I feel sleepy enough, I heat a glass of milk in the microwave to make me even sleepier and fend off heartburn.  I stop by the bathroom one more time then sneak in and lay back down hoping- no praying- that baby doesn't wake back up once I'm horizontal and keep me awake another 20 minutes.  I expect to wake again around 4am to revisit the bathroom at which point, I again pray that baby does not wake up and that I can fall back asleep.  I'm so thankful you give me regular back rubs, or I'd be dealing with backache too.  Sorry hubs.  I love you... but I don't feel sorry for you."  Ha!  

Pregnancy Diaries: You know you're 9 months pregnant when...

Started my ninth month yesterday.
You know you are nine months pregnant when you try to squat to accomplish a chore, but fall down 30 seconds later.
You know you are nine month pregnant when you ask your husband to remove your toe nail polish for you.  No, don't bother repainting them.  Thank you.  Just remove it.
You know you are nine months pregnant when you drop something on the floor and wait for your husband to walk across the room to pick it up for you. 

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Our friend, who tends to abbreviate words in unique ways, calls free tickets "frickets."  Well, Chris and I have had the perkiest week of our time in NYC so far- by that I mean a week with more perks than ever before.  See, occasionally, shows give out frickets for military members or we find opportunities to go to frevents and occasionally we seize those opportunities.  Well, I guess this week those shows knew that Chris and I needed to get a lot of dates in before this baby comes!
Saturday we got frickets to Blue Man Group (one of the weirdest experiences of my life so far); 
Sunday we went to a free Army Band concert at West Point (beautiful!  Will write about this later);
 Wednesday we got frickets in the orchestra section to Wicked! In other words, we went to see "Fricked." (this ranks in top date nights absolutely!  Oh and we had a $25 gift certificate to a nice restaurant in Greenwich Village. can it get better or cheaper than that?);
Last night, we went to the Jimmy Fallon Show, which is always free, but not always easy.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Take a Guess at Where I'm Standing:

I look up from my food stand burrito to see bright yellow river taxis, jet skiers playing in the wake of the brighter orange Staten Island ferry, crazy kayakers trailing behind them, at least one helicopter at any given time, seagulls, sail boats, and even a 19th century slow moving sloop.  Behind the commotion, stand the tall wooden masts of the Old Seaport dwarfed by both the metal towers behind it and the 130-yr-old stone bridge pillars beside it.  In front of the commotion, dog walkers and baby strollers pass, tourists snap souvenir shots and sparrows bicker in my shadow waiting for fallen rice. 

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Questioning My Questions

I reread my post: today. From where does this sense of entitlement spring? How is it that I expect a perfect life? How is it that when anything goes "wrong," I am tempted to think God is not good and I question His motives or abilities? Why? Who said I should have anything good in my life? Do I deserve it? Certainly not. His blessings of health and material needs and relationships aside, His grace is sufficient for me and I am thankful even when my circumstances seem short of perfect.