Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Sometimes in the hustle and bustle of life you don't take enough time to just spend together. Well, last night my kids and I remedied that. We took off about 6 pm to enjoy Boo in the 'Burg out in Millersburg! We went to the Victorian Mansion first. All decked out for Halloween, the atmosphere was just what we wanted. We explored all three upper floors, then headed for the basement. There was even a gypsy doing palm readings, which we declined to do. As much as I love spooky stuff I drew the line at that. Several dark characters waited around corners to give us a fright, one especially in the old hospital room upstairs. I asked her if I could take a picture, and she replied, "I won't show up..." Chill down my spine! The history entailed in the mansion is breathtaking. The picture made up of saved hair wound around wires was a bit eerie. Those Victorians didn't waste a thing. Hunter was attempting to check out all areas and all doors that were closed. He got a surprise when he tried to open a door and it was pushed back in his face! Not sure if someone was behind that basement door, but it was sure shut hard. He was slightly freaked. From there we went to buy tickets for the ghost walk downtown. They were almost sold out when we got there and felt lucky to get tickets to the last walk. With time to kill, we meandered around Millersburg and hit all the shops that stayed open for the night. Our favorite by far was 55 West. Full of eclectic paraphernalia, the atmosphere was awesome. We somehow got stuck in another ghost walk that was touring the store for a story, so we got a slice of a tour we hadn't paid for! Theater actors from West Holmes added some drama to the night for a few chills and this story was no different. As the story was winding down, a planned bang from upstairs occurred making us all jump. The lights dimmed for effect and the story was done with a flourish. After everyone started filing out, the shop owner Stefanie told us that the lights had dimmed on their own! That had not been part of the ghost walk. Hmmm....wonder who dimmed the lights? Our ghost walk consisted of walking through the upstairs of the Young Bldg. and we were escorted there by our guide Jack the Ripper. He was a great guide who made it worthwhile. We learned of a murder/suicide in the upstairs of that building back when it was a restaurant. The basement of the old jail was so old and creepy and we learned there was a tunnel leading from it to the courthouse. Such awesome history. After our walk was over we headed to Wooster to take in a movie, Paranormal Activity 2. It was very good, and when we arrived back home around 1 am we were worn out and happy with how our evening had gone. I love my kids and it's so much fun to connect with them and just let loose.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
What a week this has been. I've been caught up in a whirlwind and tossed from two different extremes! I started a new job this week as receptionist at Troyer Cheese in Berlin. Not the retail store, but the distribution center that sits beside it. I've always loved office work. When I was 19 I worked as receptionist at Weaver Leather for a year, and I left there to go with George to Mexico. Ahh, those were the days being young and free. My first week went very well, but I think my mind was tired more than my body -- lots of learning and concentrating to do. I will only be working Monday - Wednesday, so it's not a full time job. When Thursday came around I was like a whirling dervish getting all sorts of stuff done at home! I guess it took getting me out of the house to be able to get some stuff done. It kind of woke me out of a stupor.
It's Halloween weekend! It's not that we celebrate Halloween, but it's one of my favorite times of the year. It's kind of autumn /mybirthday/ Halloween all wrapped up into one month! I love the crunchy leaves, the glowing Jack o Lanterns, and the chill wind that envelopes you. We carved pumpkins on Thursday night, and my kids got into it as much as they did when they were little. There's something about those warm orange orbs, washing them off, then contemplating what they will become. The knife as it plunges into the thick skin and slowly becomes what you envisioned. The goopy guts, and firm seeds that I later roasted slowly with salt and lime. My favorite part is sticking the candle in, lighting it up, and standing in the front yard with the kids and admiring our handiwork. Maybe it's just being together....
Tonight we're heading out to Millersburg to check out Boo in the 'Burg. I'm so excited to take a ghost tour of some of the historical buildings downtown. The Victorian Mansion is also open to take self-guided ghost tours. I've never been on one, but I'm sooo excited to go. The kids are calling this a "Mom-Selena-Hunter" night. I love my kids. Love the hubby too, but it's just not his thing although he's happy enough to let me enjoy it. I'll post some pics next week of what we encounter.
Friday, October 15, 2010
I'm not sure when my babies got this old. I remember them running around in the backyard, rolling on the floor fighting, and sitting there with their heads tilted watching every episode of the Rugrats. They are only 11 months apart. Now they are old enough to get spiffed up and head off to Homecoming with dates. Sigh, they are still my babies -- just more grown up looking. Don't you think?
Friday, October 8, 2010
Oh mylanta, it's almost the middle of October. Honestly the days zip along and don't really give a rip whether they fly by or not. When October hits, my scary bone starts acting up. I don't know where I got my love of all things creepy, but I can't remember a time when I didn't have it. I would pick a horror movie any day over a sappy romance. I've also paid the price for it. When the movie "The Blair Witch" project started being advertised (it has to be over ten years ago now) I just had to see it. George knows better than to argue with me about it, so off we went for a nice dinner and movie. There we were all settled in with popcorn, a drink, and candy. I like to get to the theater early (yes, I'm one of those) so we were sitting right in the middle about 3/4 of the way up. The movie starts. I realize that the camera is really jerking around, and I'm kinda getting a headache. This was back when the whole "shaky-camera) thing was new. The movie is really good but I'm having to look up at the ceiling, or simply close my eyes because of the headache. It slowly dawns on me what is happening -- I have motion sickness! All that jerky camera action has made me feel like I'm on a boat or the tilt-a-whirl with no way out.
George keeps asking me if I'm ok, and I just nod my head.
Suddenly, I knew that if I didn't get out of that theater I wasn't going to make it. The movie was getting to the good part and all at once I hurl myself out of my seat and into the aisle. You know how dark those theaters are, especially the nice stadium seating ones. I run down the steps and careen into the bathroom and into a stall.
And yes, I did make it -- just in time to toss more cookies than I've ever tossed.
I finally regained some semblance of order and made my way back into the darkened theater. As I plop in my seat, the movie ends. Sadness. Those darn movie makers -- don't they know some of us ladies have sensitive issues?
Sadly, I didn't learn my lesson. Saving Private Ryan, Cloverfield, and Paranormal Activity have all been graced by my presence. There's just something about that chill running up your spine...I just can't stay away!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Hot and humid is pressing on my window panes. The air feels so heavy that it's as if I'm walking through jello. College financial prep drug on forever this summer -- FOREVER! The girl will be returning to Florida on or thereabouts August 16 which is quickly bearing down on us. The separation this year won't be as hard. I'll miss her, but am getting used to the stretching and separating that goes along with your kids growing up. I'm looking forward to helping her get ready to go. She'll be flying back this time as so many trips to Florida are hard on the pocketbook. My younger two will be entering their Sophomore and Freshman years this year. Growing up way too quickly. I watch them, dark heads bent together, talking and laughing and realize that all too soon they will be gone from me too. I look to that day with a little bit of apprehension and also little bit of excitement. Maybe George and I will take off on our adventures then. Who knows what the future holds. For now I just enjoy what each day brings me. I'm enjoying the kids so much right now. There's hardly any fighting like when they were younger -- either that or I'm just calmer as I get older. Either way, I'm loving my life right now....
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Not sure if it's the slow down that summer brings or if I'm just lazy. I simply haven't felt like updating my blog like a good little blogger! Or maybe it's because there are more people in the house from day to day. When I write, I need complete silence. Anything, including the TV, and yes, the ever-pulsating iPod booming from upstairs distracts me. Maybe I need a Facebook vacation. I'll admit it right here and now -- I think I have a FB addiction. I get on it in the morning when I check e-mail, I get on at noon, and just about anytime in-between. My husband is threatening an intervention -- technology style! I tell him, isn't your laundry done? Don't you have a hot meal on the table? Then that insidious itch starts to scratch and I just have to know what everyone is up to, even though I don't talk to everyone everyday. Mark Zuckerberg, founder of Facebook, is a genius who is also an evil mastermind underneath. Facebook is the single most awesome time-sucker in the world. It draws me in almost everyday. Hmmmm....that intervention is starting to look like a good idea! I love to network, though. I use FB not only to connect with friends, but I use it to get my writing out there. It's a good way for people to see me as the writer I want to be. I also use it to put links and pictures to what my hubby is doing in his painting/texturing business. If only I got paid for all my creative uses for FB! Alas not meant to be. Maybe Twitter is hiring social media jockeys?
Monday, June 28, 2010
"How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride." ~William Blake
Summer is heavy upon us. The days have become lazy and languid, and I'm taking it all in. The mornings have been hazy and humid and my kids have taken the opportunity to sleep in some. Not too late though, as we have been immersed in the soccer World Cup these past few weeks and the first games start at 9:30 am. Their sleepy heads make their way down the steps to join me downstairs for a little futbol. The vuvuzuelas (the horns they play at soccer games) have woken them up almost every morning. It's been a time of bonding. George snuck breaks in his busy work schedule to watch the Mexico and U.S. games. I think I will go into futbol withdrawal when the final game is played July 11. Selena will miss that game because she will be taking off to Chicago, IL for a missions trip with the MYF. They will be working with the homeless, do street missions, work in soup kitchens, and help work on construction. She's excited, and I am as well -- those are the times you never forget. Belle will be taking off on a bus to visit some of her friends in New Jersey. Her boyfriend introduced us to a bus line called the Megabus. It takes off from Pittsburgh, and for $5, she will be able to travel to New York -- where her friends will pick her up. Those golden summer trips, just taking off with a little cash and not a whole lot of plans. Those are what I wish I could do more of now.
It's almost the July 4th weekend. This will plunge us into the heart of summer. Where watermelons and corn start to ripen to the fullest. Where you want to trek to the backyard and swing in a hammock, and just watch the fireflies start to dance in the luminous moonlight. Last night Selena came flying downstairs to run out to the porch. I followed her, as I have done every summer when she does this. We stood on the porch and took in the lightning show that was being put on. The brilliant bursts of electricity looked almost like balls of light in the sky, and for a moment I was blinded. It would fade away to return seconds later. When the blindness was gone, I saw that Hunter and George had joined us. We watched in silence, feeling with every nerve that beautiful summer storm. It's these moments that I'll tuck away to bring out on a snowy winter day.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
The wine is chilling, steaks and shrimp are marinating, and a variety of veggies to grill are cut and prepared. French bread is waiting to be torn off as needed, and two lovely pink candles (a anniversary gift from a friend) are waiting to be burned. We are setting this day aside for us -- because that's what we were first...us.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
You're not supposed to be so blind with patriotism that you can't face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who says it. ~Malcolm X
I'm not a radical. I grew up in a sleepy town that afforded me certain freedoms city folk just didn't have. The days of summer were slow, languid and stretched out like a rippling curtain of promise. Mornings spent eating cereal at a table with a vase of daffodils, packing a lunchbox with baloney sandwiches and hopping on my pink Huffy bike to ride off where the wind blew. The back alley was a freedom highway for me. This was before they widened it and built restaurants(The Farmstead), banks, and hotels. Back then, riding up to Toothpick's house (our Amish neighbors up the road) was the biggest adventure I could have. I was eventually allowed to go a little further and bike up to Boyd & Wurthmann's grocery store. I can still see the dark, wide planks of wood that graced the floor of that old place. Tiny aisles filled with white bread, cans of Campbell's soup, and finally making my way to the candy display. Mars bars, packs of baseball cards with that hard as cement piece of gum, Reese cups, and Zero bars. The paraphernalia of my youth, scattered through my memory, for some reason is coming to the surface today. Alot of days were spent swinging on the tree swing Dad hung for us. Rhonda and I each had one, and from forenoon til dusky, velvet evening, we were out there swinging in circles around those old trees. Those trees are gone now, all cut down by the house's new owners. If only they had appreciated the history behind them. The radio would play and I was transported to the made-up places in my mind. If I got bored with swinging, I would take off for Johnny's woods. Over the gate I would climb and make the grassy trek through the field to the barb wire fence. One hop and over would start my walk into the deep beautiful woods. An old sugar shack stood for a long time deep in those woods, as did the story of an old Indian that supposedly lived there long ago. I would poke around in the dark, verdant earth looking for arrowheads and any sign that I could find of this mysterious Indian. Down a little further into the woods you came to a beautiful stream. The hills were steep around it, and the water rushed over huge rocks. Barefoot, I would stand in the water letting it flow around me. Some days, I wish I could go back there just to stand. Just to feel what I felt as a child before I grew up and the world became known to me.
Coming from a small community has it's benefits. People are quick to help when someone is in need. There is no better cooking than here. Mashed potatoes dripping with brown butter, Poor Man's steak, homemade strawberry jelly, and the finest bread anywhere. It's a feast for the senses and the stomach. I grew up here, I graduated here, and then I left here. I was gone for a Voluntary Service short term stay in Texas. This is where my whole world changed. Some might think it changed because I met George there. Yes, he changed my whole world in different ways. He let the light in the almost impenetrable shell that surrounded me. The shell that is put around you when you grow up in a town, that although wonderful, is somewhat sheltered from the world. Everyone does everything the same way, and oft times, is never changed and nary a thought is given to it. You might say, well Missy, you live here and are raising your children here. Absolutely true. I wanted my children to go to school here, to be raised here in this wonderful place. I wanted them to have the same idyllic childhood that I had. There is only one difference. They are being raised to know that there are more ways to live, more ways to think, and more ways to love than that just exist here in Holmes County. When I lived in San Antonio my eyes were opened with a swift blow to the head. When I lived with George in Mexico for almost a year my head almost exploded. Why? Because I realized that there are so many people in the world, so many other ways of doing things, and so many other ways to get from point A to B. So many times we travel along the well-beaten path, following in the same footsteps as everyone else. My brother played this sport and so will I. Well, my dad did too. You should too because it would make him proud. We do things, not because we always want to, just to please other people or because everyone else is doing it. This might not be the case for you, but lately, it's all that's on my mind.
Have you ever been argued with just because your idea was different? Because you presented another side of an issue? Lots of people might be surprised to know what I know. They might be shocked and surprised what we teach our children. Why do you think they are surprised at this? Because it's different. Well, you can't teach a child that....you can't tell him that....you have to hide that from him. I say no way. My children are versed in the ways of this world, so they can be ready to enter into it when they leave our little nest. You can take them to church, and teach them the right way to live, and in the end they will be on their own. You pray their way through it. I will not put shame on my kids if they choose a path that lies outside the path I have trod. This is what I want for them! I want them to grab this world and take from it what they can to forge their path. A path that's not well-beaten and holds life's delicious mysteries for them.
A canopy of lush tropical trees and vines flash by my eyes. I'm looking up through the sun roof as the moist air rushes onto my face. I'm driving to Acapulco, George at my side and behind the wheel. I'm 20 years old and I'm free. Free to explore this wide world and the unknown in it. We stop at a roadside stand that sells exotic fruits. We buy them, partake, and keep driving. The decision to leave a good-paying job and travel to Mexico with George was a heart-renching decision. Being raised in a small town makes it hard to leave. It was a decision that, although not made lightly, was inevitable. I never regretted it. Leaving and driving away from home was the hardest thing I have ever done -- but it was also the best. We came back, got married and raised our kids. We raised them in the same town that I was raised. It was the right choice.
Our country, to a point, is eating itself alive. Arguments, barbs, and hatred are pushing us back 60 years to a place America should never go back to. I'm glad we have raised our children to be strong and never back down. Sometimes the vitriol comes out stronger than we need it to sound. I for one, never want to shove my views down anyone's throat. But I will be heard. I will never sit around and let someone tell me, just let it go --- that's just how we do it. Don't make a fuss, you don't want to be noticed. I reject that. Being raised in a small town helped me to define who I was, and in a great way enabled me to become who I needed to be now. The bible says that there is a time to speak and a time to be silent. I have had my share of silence -- it's now time to speak.
There is, inside me, a yearning to still hit that open road. I envision roads that wind through misty mountain mornings. People sleepily coming out of their houses to start their day. The question is not if we'll ever go back to Mexico, it's when. People gasp when I say this. How could you go to a country so dangerous? Why would you do that? They forget that my husband is from there. Born deep in the lushness that is Oaxaca. He is an Aztec Indian, 100% so. Our children know we yearn for this. For them, we will wait. Wait until their schooling is done. Wait until they know their path. They want us to go -- maybe they will come with us. George has lived in this country for 31 years. Years filled with danger, anguish, and finally love and steadiness. He is steadfast as a father and husband -- a warrior that's true to his nature. For him, I will go. Not only for him, though. For my fast-beating heart that thrills at the thought of forging a new life.
Friday, May 21, 2010
We're now settled back in. Laundry is finally finished and this is the first time I've been able to set down and share a few thoughts. Belle is adjusting to being back home and we're are glad to have her. We just this week bought a router so she can use her laptop at home. It's a connection to her friends back in college, just like my computer is a pathway to the world. Traveling can leave you exhausted, but all richer for having experienced it.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today. ~Stacia Tauscher