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2009-09-19T16:45:00.005-04:00

Why I Haven't Posted Anything Lately

2008-06-20T12:22:00.005-04:00

Isn't this evidence enough? The weather has been hot, and I've had some good days. Which makes for a good time swimming at my friend's house, who has been so kind and gracious as to fence in her beautiful pond so as to keep the youngest from falling into it. Except that Eleri ended up falling in while she was chasing a butterfly.The kids love their auntie's pond. They love to try to catch the

Fountains of Fun

2008-05-10T14:17:00.005-04:00

A few days ago we took the kids on an excursion to a shopping mall in Columbus. Okay, well--I had an appointment with a specialist to see what could be done about my chronic pain that freezes my muscles in whatever position I happen to be in at the moment. (I give new meaning to the word "statuesque." Even though I'm rather short. Tallish for short, but still short.)Given that Columbus is a good

Forty

2008-04-28T11:24:00.002-04:00

Yeah, I know. I usually blog about everything else. Kids, the occasional trip, other family, other things.I hate blogging about myself. Or talking that much about myself.Oh, I have my secret blog. The one where I do reveal a bit more of what goes on between my ears. The one that's painfully voyeuristic. The writer part of me says, "Hey, that's pretty good stuff! Intense. So what if you're

Hi, Aunt Tammy!

2008-04-22T10:11:00.001-04:00

Just saying hi. Because well, we already catch you up by phone. And email. But still. Have to say hi, right? A big heelbeely wave to you!

WebbMan

2008-04-10T14:42:00.005-04:00

Funny, but I noticed I have only one pic in here that has my husband in it. How sad is that? I suppose it's because one or the other of us is always the one taking the pictures.Anyway. You can see he has a nice twinkle in his eyes. His eyes are so dark they are almost black, actually. And he has black hair streaked with silver at his temples--they shine in the light like tinsel. He has a ready

You Know it's Spring When . . .

2008-04-08T19:56:00.003-04:00

the Bunny Tree has leaves, again.This picture is from autumn of last year, I think. But can you see the bunny? From the side, you can see that the tree has a long trunk and doesn't really look much like a rabbit. The tree marks the place where we turn onto our own road, so I see it every day.What I find odd is that no one seems to have noticed the resemblance to a bunny until I point it out.

How could I forget the dog?

2008-04-08T19:44:00.002-04:00

Heh. Now someone has asked me what our dog looks like. Well, he's big. We found him at the local animal shelter and he was so young he still hadn't lost all his milk teeth. The shelter told us he was older than he really was. He looks like a blond German shepherd, mostly. We think he's probably largely a cross between a golden retriever and a shepherd. With a few other things thrown in.He seemed

2008-04-08T15:03:00.002-04:00

Children of the Corn

2008-04-08T14:39:00.003-04:00

I was talking to some of my online friends about girls and their girly things, and I remembered Eleri dressing up as a fairy princess for Hallowe'en in 2006.She says that when she grows up, she will go to college to learn how to be a princess and then she will live in PrincessLand. I'm trying to drill into her that because she has such beauty on the outside, she has to try that much harder to

Ketchup

2008-04-04T13:55:00.002-04:00

I love ketchup.Always have. Not as much as I used to, of course. Seems to be that way with kids, doesn't it? Ketchup on everything, and I was no different.My kids carry on that grand tradition. That, and other strange things they seem to have picked up from me from osmosis, maybe?For instance, my husband is appalled that my children like Parmesan cheese. And not as a condiment. They like to have

The World is Her Sandbox

2007-10-12T23:34:00.000-04:00

Eleri was born to be an eternally denied only child. She's learned to share toys a bit more, and she's trying to understand the concept that she has to share lap time and attention, as well.She, in her little four-year-old mind, has made the observation that in order to be *ahem* important, she must be "a boss" of something or someone.I've heard her whisper to herself things like, "I am the

Like Sand in the Underpants . . .

2007-10-12T20:36:00.000-04:00

. . . so are the days of our vacation.We've been on the Outer Banks for the last week. We scrimp and save and--barring that, even borrow--to make sure we have one week in an oceanfront beach house.This year, it's been Grandma and Pa Pa, Aunt Tammy and cousin Marshall, cousin Christian (who, at sixteen, still thinks it's cool to have his other young cousins worship him) and two dogs. Count the

Snowbabies

2007-01-21T16:23:00.000-05:00

We are having our first real snow of the season, so I bundled all three kiddos up and out we went. The snow wasn't sticky enough for a snowman, but it was perfect for making soft snowballs. Ethan and I had a snowball fight, and by the end of it he was getting pretty darn accurate. (No, I have no pictures of me with snow on my face.) All the kids got to sled down our hilly front yard with the

Ethan's Big Battle Adventure

2007-01-14T08:57:00.000-05:00

My son Ethan loves making up stories. This summer he got a pirate journal in his Happy Meal. Instead of being disappointed because he didn't get a toy, he became very excited. "Mom, will you draw the words for my story?"So every night at bedtime, he dictated. And my husband and I took turns "drawing" his words. Like every rough draft, it meanders and stalls and repeats in places. But not bad for

Pics of the Kiddos

2006-12-15T20:17:00.000-05:00

Here are a few pictures we had taken the other day. In anticipation of this great formal picture-taking event, Eleri cut a great big hank of her hair off, necessitating cutting off the rest of her waist-long hair. Emmory fell and took the skin off the tip of her nose.Ethan decided to ham it up for the camera, Calvin-style. All of the family photos show him just goofing off!So, anyhoo, Happy

From the Dark Underbelly of my Psyche

2006-11-21T10:40:00.001-05:00

Kelly (aka "Chaostitan") has tagged me to reveal five things about myself that few people know. And then I'm supposed to tag five other people. I'm flattered that Kelly thought of me, really. But five--five?! I asked my mom if she knew any things about me. She said, "You're left-handed. People probably don't know that. And you have a heart as big as the world." Aww, that's so sweet! But perhaps

The Mediocre Art Gallery

2006-11-12T18:16:00.000-05:00

I told my online friend Shweta that I'd post a work I'd done in oil pastel. So, here it is. Feel free to comment, or just sit at your computer in awe of my fabulous talent. Oh. Yeah.

In Honor of the Wiseman Family

2006-07-14T18:34:00.000-04:00

The following was originally published in The Charleston Gazette in January. The Gazette is West Virginia's largest newspaper. I'm posting it here in honor of my dad's family; we're having a reunion on Sunday, July 16.And here's a picture of Grandma and Grandpa Wiseman that was taken at my parents' wedding. Yes, my grandmother was pregnant in this photo--with my Aunt Loretta, who is four years

Down on the Farm part 2: More Pictures

2006-06-28T16:48:00.000-04:00

I couldn't get all the pictures to load on the previous entry, so here are two more.

Down on the Farm

2006-06-27T22:45:00.000-04:00

Last week, our family went t'calling on Beth and her husband, Don. My husband Larry works with Beth, and she and Don have a idyllic little farm in TheMiddleofNowhere, West Virginia.I kid you not. Not EdgeofNowhere where there would be something, at least, on the edge where you can approach it from behind--but in the middle--no shortcuts. Two weeks from everywhere, it seemed like.But it was worth

The Superhero Blues

2006-06-20T00:46:00.000-04:00

We have a superhero residing at our house.Ethan is in superhero mode almost all the time. Even the most mundane of items has an “action” aspect to it. His “action fork and spoon,” with “food-shoveling action,” helps him to acquire his energy to fight crime. (We are thankful that he considers grape tomatoes his secret energy weapon—much the same way Popeye feels about his spinach.)The other day,

Aren't They Adorable?

2006-06-08T14:20:00.000-04:00

For the benefit of family (who are always interested) and the benefit of friends (who sometimes are), here are a few pictures of the kiddos.

A Beautiful Gift Plucked from the Ashes

2006-06-01T18:03:00.000-04:00

There are some wonderful Geek members on AbsoluteWrite. Everyone has stopped waiting for the database to the message boards to be returned, and the mods and techies are slowly rebuilding the site from scratch.Some of the more tech-inclined have been haunting the internet, sifting through the ruins in Google cache to find bits here and there. They've been putting it all into a big pile, and it

Slip 'n' Sliding Away . . .

2006-05-30T19:28:00.000-04:00

I bought the kids a Slip 'n' Slide today.It's been in the nineties here this week, and our backyard looks level, but only until you try to set up a kiddie pool. And I guess I like to live vicariously on the edge, watching my kids flirt with mild danger from time to time (as long as they never accept a date with it). Here is what I've learned:My kids think the Slip 'n' Slide is a giant drinking

AbsoluteWrite and Addictions

2006-05-29T21:15:00.000-04:00

I'm a writer, okay?I'm addicted to writing. Even when I'm not doing it. Because when I'm not doing it, I think about doing it all the time. I dream about it. I fantasize about when I can do it again. Sometimes I swear off doing it--I think I don't need to; I fool myself that I don't really want to, and when I lower my guard, I'm doing it again--writing, I mean.Sound familiar?I'm also addicted to