Saturday, April 26, 2014

'Sploring Time






"Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventure."
-L. Drachman

Thursday, January 30, 2014

one-liners

Ninja Turtle bedtime story power. (Thanks to raiding my little brother's book collection a couple of years ago.)
Upon noticing that I was taking a bath to soothe the aches and fever from a nasty cold.
Liam: Hey, Mommy. Wanna play with my Biking ship?

On Poker Night.
Liam: No, Daddy is not playing cards with his friends. He is getting us monies.

Running into the kitchen after playing with his Batcave while wearing his Ninja Turtle jammies.
Liam: To the kitchen power!

To the dog.
Liam: C'mon, Ollis. Let's go play trains.

At 6:30 in the morning.
Liam: It's reading time. Cha, cha, cha.

Saturday, January 25, 2014

fun finds: a tribute to the motherland

earrings//Viking hat//Uff da! mug
print//Setesdal blanket//Explorer shirt
All told, I'm about 1/2 Norwegian, much like many of my friends growing up in eastern South Dakota. When we moved to the Panhandle of Nebraska, I would let out the occasional "Uff da!," and my friends would look at me like a bit of a crazy person. (You know, like "Uff da!" it's hot outside or "Uff da!" that was heavy.)

Since my sister sent Liam a Viking postcard from her European adventure last fall and subsequently bought him a Viking ship for Christmas, Liam has been a little obsessed with "Bikings." I've been hunting for the perfect Viking helmet, and in the process, I spotted a few other items I would love to add to our collection.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

on leaving education and other random thoughts

A few months ago, I ran into a student from my second year of teaching at the mall. As she told me about enrolling in a tribal college to study nursing, I wondered if I would ever experience this in my new profession--running into couples six or seven years after their wedding, having them recognize me, and spend time telling me about their new adventures.

Then a few weeks later, as I was rushing to a lunch meeting at the Alpine, a place that Craig and I occasionally consider for date nights but never make it, I noticed two of my coworkers turning off to the academy where I taught job-readiness classes in the afternoons. I thought, "Haha, suckers. I'm going to lunch at the Alpine." Then I realized that the passenger in the van was Karen, my office mate who had to sub for me when I was gone. That meant that either: a) they hadn't hired a replacement for my position, b) she was still training my replacement, or c) my replacement was already taking a day of leave and she was subbing for him/her. Either way, it also meant that she probably spent her planning period eating lunch or she hadn't eaten lunch at all, and I felt a twinge of guilt spending my afternoon leisurely eating at one of the best restaurants in the Hills followed by a tour of the museum for which we were planning a fundraiser.

In October, The Black Hills experienced one of the worst blizzards on record for the region. I had four weddings scheduled over the weekend. I spent Friday on the phone with brides and grooms making plan b's and c's and Saturday calling them to tell them that those plans would not come into fruition because all of the lodges I work with had lost power. On Saturday afternoon, I got a call from the brother of one of the brides inviting me to the wedding they had planned in less than a day in the town where they had been snowed in. "My mom is pretty fond of you," he said, "She said you really tried to help us out." When I told Craig about it, he said, "See, this job can be pretty rewarding. I know it's not like seeing a kid graduate or get his GED, but we get to put on parties for people and that can be pretty fun."

I haven't decided yet if this is going to be my full-time profession or if it's just my sabbatical, but Craig's right. It can be pretty rewarding (and fun).

Friday, January 3, 2014

Holiday Happenings

Holiday Express

Santa Claus at Christmas Nights of Light at Storybook Island. Liam walked in and said, "Whoa! Dance party!"

Celebrating Justus + Michaela.
Best. Wedding. Ever.

"Daddy, the ocean is scary. Get me outta here."

The best part of the beach. Clearly.

 
Santa made it to Florida!

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

on cabins and leather sofas and Ernest Hemingway

Clockwise from upper left: 1//2//3//4
In a few weeks Craig and I are going to be moving to a little cabin closer to work. While the home isn't much larger than our current home, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to raise our son in the nation's second largest state park. The trails and free-roaming bison were pretty hard to pass up, and of course, it allows me the opportunity to decorate another home.

As I browse my Pinterest boards, I can't help but notice my affinity for leather sofas. Long before Pinterest, there was Better Homes and Gardens, and I would dutifully peruse my mom's old issues of the magazine when I was in high school and junior high. I distinctly remember seeing an advertisement boasting the Hemingway Collection and vowing that I would one day have that sofa in my home. I have a bit of a sentimental connection to Ernest Hemingway, since the first "adult" book I read was The Old Man and the Sea, and I played Hemingway in a play for Odyssey of the Mind when I was in third grade. (And if my photos weren't all packed up, I would totally put one up here, because let me tell you, my Hemingway was spot on.)

As I approach 30, I'm trying to practice a little more self-restraint and save up money for more long-term pieces, and I feel like a leather sofa would be a good place to start, and while it will probably be several months, possibly years before I have the funds, I can always browse and keep dreaming.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

country roads + links for your Sunday (or Monday)


Cover Me Up by Jason Isbell on Grooveshark
 
+I'm looking forward to making this pot roast this week. I started telling Craig about the cloves in the onion trick, and he said, "Yeah, that's a classic French technique." So, yeah, I'm using a classic French technique this week. If that doesn't say anything about my level of culinary sophistication, I don't know what does.
+I love seeing other people's photos of my home state. Their perspectives are always interesting, and I love playing the "guess where that photo was taken" game.
+Speaking of my home state, a few items on my wish list boasting some home state love: here, here, and here.
+After a pretty stellar day at the thrift store--a pair of trouser jeans, no alterations needed for $4, and a soft old man sweatshirt for $1.50, I've added a few items to my thrift store wish list: elbow patches, the perfect tweed blazer, and a black and white Fair Isle sweater.
+I loved this. It made me wonder what item I'd put on the list--possibly my green leather purse
+Alison Winn Scotch's blog on Parents.com was one of the first "mom blogs" I ever read. Even though it's no longer active, I still follow her on twitter and have enjoyed reading about her foray into self-publishing.

Photos taken during a trip home for my niece's birthday last month.