polly

Elijah says, in a confessional tone, "Mom, today I ..."

Kimberly: "Pooped your pants?"

E: "No! Today I accidentally ate one of Polly Pocket's shoes."

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Today I got upset when the girls insisted my car was not compact.
I tried to help Jara find the word "anonymity" but said "anomosity" instead.
Marcia had "Twitter diarrhea."
We took these pictures at a crazy moment.

pecans

Sometimes my sisters and I would play outside of my parents' business. The neighbor had a pecan tree, so we'd collect pecans that had fallen into our parking lot. Then we'd find ways to smash them open and eat and eat and eat them.

I am eating pecans today, pre-shelled, very happily.

4 points at 4:40

-Sometimes I stutter. I try to disguise it when it happens. It embarrasses me a lot.
-I don't think I've ever enjoyed a Madonna song.
-I have listened to more Michael Jackson this year than the sum total of the prior 24 years.
-I hate making appointments and buying plane tickets. Both make me sweaty and irritable and have bad feelings in my stomach. I don't fully understand it, but I think part of it is a commitment fear--fear that I'll need to change it. I like flexibility.

what i did today

led prayer: creative stuff
wrote a blog about setting off the alarm
designed Beggars Society postcard
did some work on prayer cards
realized prayer cards go out in the January letters, so they moved down the priority list
got produce from our pickup
ate lunch
Cracked the Case
worked on The Cry
typed out some quotes and lists on the typewriter for The Cry
composed a blog-turned-prayer-letter in my head while in the bathroom
wrote it out on my computer
texted Frisbee players that today is on
worked more on the cry
made a video for jara
began typing in all caps

i blame being 'not a morning person'

I came in early to work today to set up for prayer. I unlocked the door and walked briskly to the back, where I punched in numbers on our alarm system, followed by "off." The beeping stopped, but the red light was still on, indicating "armed."

Hmm. I entered the code and "off" again. Still not working. I punched off, off, off. Nope.

Finicky alarm system. Grr. I'll set it again and then turn it off.

As I hit "off," the most terrible sound started going off. I put one ear to my shoulder and covered the other with a hand. With my free hand I entered the code about three more times.

"AHHHHHH!"

Then I realized I'd been entering my voicemail password, not our alarm code.

I shut off the alarm with the correct code, and then I walked over to the phone as it began ringing--the alarm people making sure I wasn't a burglar. Nope. Just a fool who shouldn't try to remember codes in the mornings.

two more random bits

I learned to fly fish yesterday. I didn't catch any, but I took two 3-inch bass off the hook and one blue gill. I don't know why I was so eager to grab them.

Yesterday, the bathroom here at work smelled inexplicably of gingerbread.

five random bits

I have a weakness for stationery.

I rather like opening the plastic packaging on DVDs.

I dream of days that don't necessitate the word "blindsided."

At least three times I've gone to Bangkok Cuisine after crying, consoling myself in curry.

I work beside two of my best friends in the world.

nicknames

I adore nicknames. Even if they aren’t mine or ones I’ve given out or even use.

Here’s a few I like:
Dehi for Heidi
Mel-face for Melissa, sometimes just Face
Ambs for Amber
Sarah Brooks for Jara
Marci for Marcia
Jansen for Jason
Leedge or Dotty for Liz
Siley for Silas
Caldy for Caldwell
…
And Marjorie for me. A friend was using a notepad my grandma gave me with “Mrs. Marjorie Mowers” on it. He asked if my name was actually Marjorie. “No, but I’m not a Mrs. either.”
...
And, this just in, Money Pants for Hilary.