1- About the earthquake; this may be something that is only understandable to my old Steubenville friends, but in retrospect I thought it was too funny not to share. When my bed began to shake, for a split second my first thought was Demons!?! It wasn't until the whole room rumbled that I thought the until-now equally incomprehensible but less hysterical Earthquake!?!
2- My children were not afraid in the least.....until they heard me screaming for everyone to come downstairs. Kids have an amazing ability to just accept things as they happen and not worry about them. I, on the other hand, have watched too many apocalyptic movies for my own good.
3- I just turned 35! Chris and the girls were unbelievably good to me this year: Chris let me sleep in and had my favorite breakfast (bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon) ready for me, along with coffee from my favorite place. Katie made a beautiful card and a big bunch of adorable earrings (her latest hobby), Claire and Abbie performed a comical song, Lucy did a dance ("I just made it up just now," she said , "And I didn't feel like making a card, okay? I love you very, very much.") and Beth made a card that had me laughing for quite a while. We went to a historic grain mill for a little tour, and we all really enjoyed it (along with the cornmeal cookies they gave us - surprisingly delicious!) Then, later that night, Chris whipped up some swordfish and tomato-prosciutto bruschetta for dinner. I have to love a man who can make a delicious bruschetta!! All in all, it was a really great day and I went to sleep feeling very grateful for my wonderful family. It was a good way to ring in 35 years of life!
4- I have always thought of my age in terms of how it would sound were I killed in some manner that made the evening news. When I turned 20, I remember thinking that I would probably make the shift from "a 19-year-old-girl was hit by a bus this morning," to "a 20-year-old-woman was stabbed to death at Dunkin' Donuts." I think I have now passed the "what a tragedy!" phase and am somewhere between "oh, how sad" and "meh" depending on how the news story plays out. I think I'll probably be in this category for a while, until I hit the "Whatever, she was probably going to die soon anyway" bracket. Unless I die in Aruba, in which case how I look in a bikini would supersede how old I am. (In other words, should I die in Aruba I will not be making the evening news.)
5- About Beth's card: a few weeks ago she asked me if she could save some pistachio nut shells. Beth has a bit of a problem with hoarding, so I said, "NO! Nuh-uh, no way!" She actually already had an old stash of shells, and after realizing this I told her that unless she could think of a good use for them immediately, in the trash they would go. She thought for a moment and then said, "I have a good use for them!" Fast forward to yesterday morning, when I opened up her homemade birthday card to find.....pistachio nut shells glued on the inside.
6- Ruth still refuses to say, "Mama." She will mimic just about any sound you make to her (including a Donald Duck voice,) and I am pretty sure that she says "this" and "night-night." Every time I try to get her to say "ma-ma-ma" though: nothing but laughs.
7-I just had my first discussion with the doctor about the HPV shot for Katie. I had all sorts of arguments prepared, but when the time came I ended up just saying, "No thanks." At the end of the day I realized that there was no reason to justify the decision: I felt confident in my judgment on this (and Katie and I did have a brief discussion about it) and I did not particularly care whether the doctor agreed with me or not. (He is a lovely doctor and didn't push it.) This is what I like best about being in my 30s - not caring so much about what other people think. It's freeing, especially for someone chronically neurotic like myself.
Thanks to Jen at Conversion Diary for hosting Seven Quick Takes. Now I'm off to make sure we have enough water and fireplace-cook-able foods in case of hurricane. Good times!
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