Monday, April 28, 2008
you catch my eye and I wonder,
what difference is there between us?
why are you dirty, bedraggled, hungry,
while i am well-fed and lead an easy life?
and i know it is nothing but chance.
that i would wear your ragged clothes,
but for an tiny blip of birth, or fate,
or the will of God.
does God give things that lead to where you are?
does "there but for His grace, go I,"
mean He has given me grace,
and shown you none?
I do not understand.
but i stand humbled,
by the chance to share my lunch with you.
surely, in this encounter,
i am the one who is blessed.
for He lets me see a glimpse of the kingdom,
of that long-awaited day,
when i will be last,
and you will be first.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Michael Brazil is a guy that goes to my church's 20's* group. (not to be confused with Michael Boeddiker, that's my beau) He's hilarious, and an amazing writer, though he has not so far responded to my attempts to get him to keep a regular blog. (Why won't more people listen to me. I know EVERYthing!) We're friends and yet I don't really see him that often or know him nearly as well as I'd like to.
**Not really. [The "for fun" part, I mean. The moving part is, unfortunately all too real.]
I tried to offer to make him cookies but he demurred, he was watching his caloric intake. I wracked my brain trying to think if a proper way to thank him. Then it struck me: What better way to thank someone than to publicly embarrass them?!? And, Dude? I totally rock at that!
*Kosher dill pickles are my favorites, therefore they are the best.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
I made this blank journal a few months ago and I really love this green and gold paper, especially with the satiny iridescent blue book cloth. I found both at The Paper Source- one of my favorite stores. I was really disappointed when the pretty blue book cloth started to wear away to reveal this hideous orange thread underneath. The orange is what gives the cloth is iridescent qualities but it seems like this fabric was a poor choice for book cloth since it started to wear after only a few months with very light usage. I won't be using it for bookbinding again.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
I had looked at the invitation (which was still on my laptop, I don't know why that matters but I figure it's worth a try: Hey, the glare prevented me from reading the time properly. Even though it was overcast. And we were in the car.) and ascertained that the post-boat-trip crowd was meeting for lunch at 1:30. Note that this is not the same as 11:30, which was, of course, what the invitation actually said, and made infinitely more sense since who takes a bunch of 8-year-olds out on a three-hour boat trip? With all that time to kill we were actually early arriving at the restaurant. Only to receive strange looks from the management when we asked about the birthday-party. Turns out the only birthday party scheduled for the day had been three hours ago. Or, in other words, at 11:30.
At least we got to have lunch, but I felt like a grade-A
If you don't hear from me again, just assume advanced senility has set in and I'm drooling in a wheelchair somewhere.
*For you non-Rhode Islanders, Newport is a city on Aquidneck Island, which is sandwiched between teeny Conanicut Island and the mainland (Conanicut Island being sandwiched between Aquidneck and the mainland on the other side). Oh for Heaven's sake, just look at the map already. Conanicut consists of Jamestown. That's about it. This lesson in RI geography brought to you by the Institute for the Advanced study of the Soon to be Senile, or I. ASSS .
Friday, April 11, 2008
Scene: the 1800 Cape Verdean ship complete with an anchor and sails you can hoist.
Small princess-obsessed girl: Ooh, look, it's Tinkerbell!
10 year old Bub: *rolls eyes* You've been drinking too much rum!
Captain Bub: Jess, go belowdecks and wash these bowls!
Moi (acting as 1st mate): I want some more rum!
Cap'n: We ran out. That girl who thinks she sees fairies drank it all.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I try to spend as much time with the kiddos as I can on visits back home, which, unfortunately, doesn't usually amount to much. The last time I saw them was Christmas 2006 and W was this tall:
Fast forward to this visit, when I introduced Michael to 'my babies,' one of whom is the same height as me when I'm having a tall day. He's not quite 11, folks. those of you who know me IRL are aware of my [ahem] vertically challenged-ness. I'm maybe 5' when I'm standing up really straight. So it may not be that surprising that half of the kids I've nannied for in the past decade or so, are taller than me now, but really- 10 years old?!?
Little Peach is also no longer little -at and will doubtless tower over me in a few short years. They're smart, hilarious, fun kids and of course adorable. I am not at all biased. Honest!!
Captain Picard and the crew of the Starship Enterprise make an historic- if slightly blurry- visit to The Krusty Krab
So where was I?... Ah, yes: BAD nanny. Let me 'splain... No, there is too much. Let me sum up.
It happens that Peaches' birthday is in March and since her party happened to be last weekend, Michael and I were invited to go along. It was a seal-watching boat trip out of Newport and then lunch at a local seafood restaurant -one I'd been meaning to take M to anyway, because they make the best clam chowder. So Sunday morning, still on Pacific time, we dragged our lazy selves out of bed and managed to leave for the dock only ten minutes late or so. Except that upon carefully re-reading the invitation- something I had not bothered to do because have I mentioned yet that I'm an idiot?- I found that 10:30 was not the time we were supposed to meet at the dock, 10:30 was the time the boat was leaving the dock. 10:30 sharp, that is. Don't be late or the boat will leave your sorry ass behind.
Can you guess how the next part of this story goes?
You're going to have to, because I just this very minute decided to make this a two-part post.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Monday, April 7, 2008
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Where was I? Oh yes, 3) the post I have pictures for needs permission to be published since they happen to be pictures of other people's kids.
So I'm getting there, I swear (holy turnip paste!!). Soon I will tell you all about how Michael shocked and appalled several nice older ladies who were taking a relaxing morning stroll, by pretending to push me off of the dock into Narragansett harbor. I'm so going to get him back for that...
Friday, April 4, 2008
'm working on another post (are you happy, Lisa?!), but in the meantime, here's something to check out:
My brother Zach started putting together videos when he was in the army. He's pretty damn good at it, if I might say so. This is one of his creations, set to the Breaking Benjamin Song, So Cold. Check it out and leave a comment for him if you like it.
Some of it is fairly harrowing (especially for me, since it's my little bro we're talking about here) so I'd preview it before letting kids watch.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
I'm going to miss him but now that he's not here to distract me (Oh, yes, you do!) I can get back to updating you masses with fascinating glimpses into this, our first shared vacation in my ancestral homeland. I know, I know, you've been bored for days waiting for me to post. Well, friends, the waiting is over.
So on Saturday M not only experienced my entire-family-except-for-Julie-and-Huw at a dinner that included: small baby crying, his girlfriend absconding with said baby followed by her utter failure to make the baby stop crying (long live The Baby Whisperer), various family members being obnoxiously inappropriate (for instance someone who was definitely not me but may have been my 4-year-old nephew may have asked him if he liked
The fact that he did not run in terror is a testament to this man's bravery, but what is even more amazing is that he voluntarily went directly from this
Next: Adventures in Getting Times All Wrong and Missing Stuff or Jess's Brain Just Ain't What it Used to Be