Posted by Becky @ 6:00 am | 2 Comments Let’s waste time chasing cars around our heads
December 31, 2009 | Iowa, Weather, Winter
Somebody didn’t get the memo about the snow plow coming through.
Yep. That’s a car under there.
The whole world smiles with you
December 30, 2009 | Family, Iowa, Stuff
One of the cool things about school holidays? Lunch with Pappa. And smiley-face French fries.
I’ve never been frightened of being enlightened
December 29, 2009 | Family, Holidays, Stuff
They’re blooming!
How to build a snowgirl
December 24, 2009 | Family, Holidays, Iowa, Stuff, Weather, Winter
We set out to build another snowman. One of my daughters said, “How about a snowgirl?” So we built a snowgirl. Her name is Cinderella. Isn’t she awesome?
May the calendar keep bringing happy holidays to you
Family, Holidays, Iowa
Happy holidays! All the best in 2010!
Books: Gilead
December 23, 2009 | Books, Quotes
I just started reading Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. I think I’m going to like this author. Food for thought already.
There’s a lot under the surface of life, everyone knows that. A lot of malice and dread and guilt, and so much loneliness, where you wouldn’t really expect to find it, either.
My point in mentioning this is only to say that people who feel any sort of regret where you are concerned will suppose you are angry, and they will see anger in what you do, even if you’re just quietly going about a life of your own choosing. They make you doubt yourself, which, depending on cases, can be a severe distraction and a waste of time. This is a thing I wish I had understood much earlier than I did.
Books: The First Paper Girl in Red Oak, Iowa
December 22, 2009 | Books, Iowa
I just finished reading The First Paper Girl in Red Oak, Iowa by Elizabeth Stuckey-French. Her stories were interesting, but I didn’t like anyone in them. I wonder if she liked the people in her stories much.
Tusen takk, Bestemor!
December 18, 2009 | Family, Holidays
These slippers and a card from Bestemor were under the tree this morning. Nobody saw or heard a thing. Rumor has it that Santa stopped by Norway to pick them up, and he dropped them off here since he was in the neighborhood.
Er det sant, Bestemor? ;)
