Monday, December 28, 2009
Sure, it's pretty coming down
Me = Minnesota.
What is that all about?
There are a couple of things I will admit to enjoying about snow. One being the thrill of playing in it for roughly 11 minutes after it falls or until I get the first clump down my boot. The second thing I can admit to liking about it is that it's the only thing that offers the opportunity to crank up the snow blower. Which I actually do love. Twice. After that even running something big and motorized that kicks streams of snow hundreds of feet away just starts to become work.
Friday, December 18, 2009
To wish a little holiday cheer - with a bonus recap of the whole darned year.
No major changes that much I’ll say – We had a year to mostly play.
No grad parties or formal things … just the chores that every season brings.
Good news, too, we’ve all been good (compared, at least, to Tiger Woods).
This year the girls both traveled far … by train and plane and too by car.
Kirstin felt the urge to go - on a girl’s road trip to New Mexico.
She rode a balloon up in the air and then later did Vegas without even a care.
Too young to gamble she kept all her dough - That’s the perfect time for someone to go.
“New Orleans by train” is what Kayla declared - then she hopped on an Amtrak and it took her there.
Over water through woods one state then the next. “It’s a great way to go” she said in a text.
Youth from the nation all joined one another, to help people there that still need to recover.
Then in October she decided to go - with a friend from high school to Colorado.
They drove out together she came back alone – but it went much faster because she flew home.
Kayla and Kirstin are roomies again – in an apartment this time with one other friend.
In between travels they study some too – to get future diplomas from SCSU.
Since hockey is something our family all shares – we drive to St. Cloud to see Husky games there. We share season passes with others from town - we split up the games and take turns driving down.
Kyle headed to high school this year – He’s growing up too. It’s just as I feared.
He plays some baseball and hockey still too – So these days that’s what Kirk and I mostly do.
To Fargo! To Buffalo! Anoka, St. Cloud! We watch from the stands and cheer ever so loud
For the goalie with 35 on his shirt and I silently pray that he doesn’t get hurt.
This last year he grew about six inches too. Finally!! (It’s what he’s been hoping to do.)
About November we both said, “Oh Sh*t,” when the state gave him a learner’s permit.
“Can I drive? Can I drive?” He asks every day. “I’m good, C’mon let me - I know the way.”
Slowly he maneuvers the neighborhood roads – if you’re driving near here just stay on your toes.
“No cell phone! No rock tunes!” You’ll hear bellowed from me – but so far he’s got us from point A to B.
He hunted and fished some this year with dad, And from the tales that I hear a good time’s always had.
The aging process has begun to progress. Kirk and I already need more and more rest.
“Was I napping?” One of us asks once a day. Or, “What was I going to get anyway?”
Small print’s a frustration we could both do without. “I can’t read that!” Kirk frequently shouts.
But all things considered we know when we curse, we’re healthy, we’re thankful and things could be worse. We went to Tulsa this year in May so we could Preston, Jen, Wiley and Gage. We had a good time they were great tour guides. Kirk drove the whole way (I was glad I can’t lie).
So no excuses, Hey! Let’s stay in touch – for communication we’ve been given so much.
Twitter us, E-mail us, drop us a line. Maybe text, call, or Facebook us sometime.
Follow my blog or log on to my site… Choose your method. They all work all right.
We’re hip, we’re modern, some news I should tell - is our home phone is gone so please call our cells.
A land line? Peeshaw! Who calls them today? It’s just one less bill now that we have to pay,
Glad Tidings, God’s blessings, may your season be bright.
May peace be yours when you lay down at night.
Do the right thing when it presents itself - and put family first above everything else.
May the season’s good wishes bring nothing but smiles
Sheila and Kirk, Kayla Kirstin and Kyle.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Swine Flu or just The Crud?
Monday, September 7, 2009
The Girls
The oldest one has her father's hands. We noticed it roughly four minutes after her delivery. Wide palms, short fingers. I suspect she's cursed them over the years, maybe when her sister was taking piano lessons or while she was a catcher on the softball team. But they were the first sign that she truly belonged to us. Those hands and her blue eyes. Later, she would develop a keen sense of humor that we would delight in.
The younger one has always had a love of fashion and everything "pretty". While her sister delighted in sweat shorts and t-shirts this one was Suri Cruise long before Suri Cruise hit the headlines of Us Magazine with her rompers and Mary Janes. This one donned a different dress everyday, no matter what the plans. Whether she was riding bike, driving tractors in the dirt or off to preschool she wore dresses, tights, skirts and jumpers. Sometimes she would lay them carefully out the night before, from the hair ribbon down to her shoes. She was a dress and hair do girl -from the moment she could point in her closet, make her own decisions, and retaliate with a tantrum if you didn't comply.
They were so very different. Yet they delighted in no company more than one one anothers. They often held hands for no reason at all. Just because they liked to. Sometimes they would watch television side-by-side on their belly's on the floor with one chubby little arm tightly around the other's neck. They shared bedrooms as toddlers and, as a result, years of stern warnings about going to sleep, cooling the giggling, and keeping the lights out.
Seventeen months separated their entry into our lives and cemented a friendship I hope and pray will always last. Having no sisters of my own I have been a faithful voyeur into the shared secrets and inside laughs of their sisterhood.
They were 'the girls' from the second the oldest held the youngest. "What are the girls doing?" "Where are the girls?" "Are the girls excited for Christmas?"
And now...because they have gone off to college for the second and third years, people ask, "Are the girls back at school?" "Do the girls like the university?" "Are the girls coming home for Christmas?"
The girls have also decided, no surprise toanyone, to be roommates for the second year. It works for the most part but I'd be lying if I said they didn't scrap a bit too. Just like roommates.
Just like sisters.
And now that summer has ended and I've hauled home boxes from the grocery store for them to repack their belongings and they've returned to their own galaxy far-far away (Fine. It's an hour by car.) It seems farther if you're their mother and you used to spend afternoons singing Schoolhouse Rock along with a cassette and were familiar with every episode of Full House. If you were used to at least one faithful companion you could bribe with a cereal of their choice that would tag along to the grocery store and tell you if the waist band of your jeans was too close to your belly button. If you longed for someone to sit in the dark and watch Steel Magnolias one more time with you. If you were their mom then you would think the gap in the house was pretty noticeable too.
They were sure pretty handy to have around.
I really miss the girls.