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Avoiding politics at home

This weekend, after the boys were "asleep," I sat down to work on some homework (which is what I'm supposed to be doing right now). I grabbed a glass of wine and snuggled up with my Kindle to read all about Community Colleges. Exciting, right?

I didn't hear him come downstairs, but Nickolas tip-toed to the edge of the family room and just stared at me. I asked him, "what's up, buddy?" He said, "I can't sleep, momma. I just keep thinking." I think he knows I'm a sucker for that line. So I made room on my lap for him and we had a long talk. Here's how it went (for the most part):

• Me: So what are you thinking about?
• Nick: Sometimes I have bad dreams about people I don't know. You and daddy aren't there...in my dreams. Why aren't you there?
• Me: Nick, we're always here.
• Nick: But not in my dreams you're not. There are scary people.
• Me: Who are the scary people, bud?
• Nick: I don't know them. They take my things away and they chase me.
• Me: (Thinking, "crap, we haven't talked about socialists since the election...crap...what's coming up...). Well, are they kids in your school?
• Nick: No, they are adults. Not kids. The kids at my school are my friends.
• Me: That's true. So what do the adults look like?
• Nick: Well, I don't know. They just keep trying to take my money. But I want to buy Hot Wheels with my money and I want a new Hot Wheels sets (sic).
• Me: Okay, so keep saving up your money and we'll get you one, okay?
• Nick: But momma, I don't want Barack Obama to be our president because he'll come to Target and take my money. I'm gonna leave my money at home so he can't get it from me. And then I won't be able to get any Hot Wheels or Thomas trains because I won't have any money because I don't want Barack Obama to take it from me when I go to Target (yes, it was a run-on sentence like that).
• Me: (Thinkin, "how in the world did he remember that? I haven't even been listening to much talk radio around him since he cried at ROMNEY losing the primaries!"). Nickolas, you will NEVER, EVER see Barack Obama, so you don't have to worry about him taking your money away.
• Nick: But he is a socialisp and he's gonna come to take my money away.
• Me: That's not quite how it works, Nick. Socialists don't take it from you. They tax us on the money we earn.

Long pause. LONG sip of wine.

• Nick: Mom, maybe when your work gives you money you should just bring it home and put it in a train bank like I do. That way they can't go to the bank and take it from you. You just put it in a train bank.
• Me: (Thinking, "seriously? You're four and you're planning my finances."). That's a good idea, Nick, but there aren't any socialists at the bank, either, buddy. We will never see them. They make laws that tell my boss to take away some of my money and give it back to them. So, if I earned $10, the socialists would tell Miss JE to give me only $5 and send the rest to them. They don't actually come to my work and take it, and they aren't going to be at Target to take our money, either.
• Nick: Yeah, but, well, you don't take your money to the bank, mommy.

I don't remember how the conversation ended, but I did try to get out of it. It was so sad to hear him worry about money. At one point, he told me that he was afraid the "socialisps" would take our money and that we wouldn't be able to pay for our house or Huck (that's what the boys call my car).

We sat there for about 40 minutes. Finally, he was ready to talk about trains and then I took him up to bed.

Working from home

In my last post, I complained a little about the workload I've been dealing with. As you know, I primarily work from home and I'm taking my classes from a distance. A friend of mine shared Smartsheet with me; it's a wonderful tool that allows me to collaborate with others and organize my projects. I have sheets for my work at Cleary, one for my Ed D program, one for my life, and one for our basement project. You might want to just check it out if you work from home or if you'd like to be more efficient in your work anywhere.



Another thought about working from home: I want a big office. BIG. Really big. I stole Nathan's room last year and made it into a guest room/craft room/home office. Well, I've run out of room for anything new. I'm not talking about tchockes or knick knacks or other "stuff." I can't find room to put my textbooks or the fabric for some of my projects. It's nuts! What do you think about an office like this instead?















Nice, right? Look at all the counter space!

This is my office now:












I do love the colors and all that; it's by far the girliest room in the house. Some of you have mentioned keeping the bedroom in the basement rather than tearing it out. Let me remind you that the bedroom in the basement was, at it's largest measurements, 8x11. No thanks. My current office is 11x11. It would be fine, except that I have a big desk to accommodate my crafting needs, there's a twin bed in there, and there's a small printer stand. I wish we could have a bonus room above the garage...that'd be a great craft room...

Blah blah blah

Well, I've officially started school. Fortunately, it looks like I'll be able to manage my schedule pretty well this semester, but I'm not so sure about May. Oh, May, May, my favorite month. It will be a rough May this year as I travel to Nebraska and draft my dissertation proposal. I'm VERY, Very nervous about that. I'm just starting my first classes in the program and I'll start working on my book in just a few months. Holy cow! Okay, enough rambling about me. I just wanted to get that off my chest.

Quick updates: Nickolas is sick (the tummy kind...gross). Nathan is well (for a monkey, that is). Basement is progressing (slowly). Traci's curtains are in the same state they were in last week, and I still haven't started our bedroom curtains.

Here is a quick one to make you smile:

Last one for today

I should have just posted these all in one post, but this makes me look more productive.

I made a quick fabric panel to hang over our bed. Then, I covered two cheap canvases with a coordinating fabric and stenciled a squiggly thing on each. I also made some pillows out of that coordinating fabric. Curtains are next, after Traci's curtains are done :) (See below for a sneak peak).

GQ

I forgot to post this on New Year's Eve. Lady's man.

Secret project

We've been working on a project in the basement. We're trying to do it by ourselves (except a couple of friends and pros when needed), but we've been keeping it low-key so as not to disrupt our lives TOO much. Ha. Ha. hahahahahaha.



We moved the fireplace from the center to the left. We added a storage closet (left) and a half bath (right).

Tore out closet next to stairs and built a fort under the stairs for the boys (check out the cool porch light for them).

Simplifying started early

You have to see these pictures from Christmas morning. Really, I just wasn't in the "Christmas spirit" this year. However, on Christmas morning, it hit me. This is why:



Santa came! He really, really came! He left boot prints on the hearth and even hand prints on the fireplace. Whoa! This was our favorite Christmas ever. We simplified by requesting that Santa only bring a few gifts, and it worked out really well. As you see, the boys have a new kitchen set (which they LOVE) and they each have a couple of new favorites.

Simplify is the goal for 2009. I am going to try to simplify my schedule, simplify our activities, and simplify my mind. I hope you have a blessed new year filled with great memories and smiles as big as those you see above.

Ahhh! Three days?!!

Nothing to say....just panicked. AHhhhh!

Deep thoughts about the future of print media

Last week, I read a story about the Christian Science Monitor moving from its traditional printed publication to a web-only publication. This bold move was followed by today's announcement that the US News & World Report will be following suit. While I'm not at all surprised, I am disappointed.

I am a lover of books and paper and all things tangible. I love the smell of the newspaper when I spread it out on the kitchen table. I adore flipping through the pages of a new book to get a brief glimpse of "new book smell." Oh, I'm trying to read more digital media. I maintain a couple of blogs and I am a regular reader of dozens of them. I read the daily news online, too. I even read Gone With the Wind on my iPod touch. Talk about a challenge!

My disappointment is not in the change or the technology, but in the impersonal experience digital reading provides. My laptop and iPod just don't form to my hands the way a magazine or book would do. And falling asleep on either of them is just uncomfortable.

I guess I'm just feeling melancholy about the days gone by. I remember reading books late at night, snuggled up in my bed, experiencing Laura Ingalls-Wilder's pioneer life, wishing I didn't have a light to click off, but a candle to blow out like she did. What will my boys do when they get older? Will they, too, long for paper texts? What does this shift to digital texts mean for the meaning of the texts? Our experiences with them are certainly going to change; in what direction will they lead us? Or will we lead them where we want them?