Insanity and some scissors

Please don't ever ask me to cut your hair.  I don't mix well with scissors.  In fact, if you see me coming at you with a pair of scissors snipping in my hand, you'd better run.  I might even try to convince you that I can do a good job because at that time, I probably do think I can be successful cutting hair THIS TIME.  But, it never seems to fail- I always end up...embarrassed.

I remember when I was in my twenties and wore my hair in bangs.  I would try to trim the bangs myself so I could save some money.  I always started out with good intentions, which I still do, but the bangs would be uneven every time.  In order to even them up, I had to cut more and before I knew it, I barely had any bangs left.  I was in complete denial about my incapability.

One time a friend asked me to trim her hair while it was in a ponytail.  I tried to convince her to put it down, but she was adamant about having that ponytail (she wanted to still be able to put her hair in one).  Let me tell you, she had thick hair and all we had to use were dull as all get out scissors.  I had to work very hard to get those suckers to cut through her viscous hair; it sounded like I was sawing wood or something.  I started laughing hysterically, as she said carefully, "Laurie...what are you doing?"  Then she started laughing, too.  The whole thing sounded much worse than it was because her hair actually looked kind of cute all layered up.  She later sent me a clipping as a memento.

When I had Katie, I tried to trim her bangs, but gave up as soon as I admitted I had a problem cutting hair.  I did not want to mar my beautiful daughter's appearance.  Then the boys came along and I thought that surely I could snip around the edges successfully this time- boys don't care, right?  I even went to a beauty supply shop and bought some professional haircutting scissors, since it must be the scissors that were making the hair turn out the way it did.  Guess what?  The scissors weren't magical; I always end up having to take the boys for a haircut to fix Mommy's mess.  (Actually Pete is the one who has to take the boys because I am usually in complete denial over my fallacy). 

Andrew has been letting his hair grow out (it's the IN style for boys) and he really looks good with longer hair.  This morning he wanted to wear his bangs brushed down over his forehead instead of to the side like he usually does.  Well, the bangs were so long that they "tickled his eyeballs."  I'm sure you can guess what I did.  I lured him into the bathroom like I was Medusa or something, took out the scissors and began with the intent of just snipping away the eyeball ticklers.  Well, five minutes later, I had trimmed the whole front of his hair.  It was short and yes, I'll admit, crooked.  OUCH!  He is such a good sport and didn't say a word as I fixed it just so to cover up my mess.  I think Pete was more bothered about it than he was.  Maybe I should offer to take Andrew to the hairdresser this afternoon, you think?

Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results.  Ahem...I guess I really do have a problem here.

Two Years
by Laurie Kolp

It’s been two years
since I got the news
that Easter Saturday.

Eggs dyed soft colors
as you died in red,
a moment of peace
turned into shock
like clouds of darkness
with the storm,

and time stood still
as questions whirled
in my head; why did you
have to kill yourself?

Two long years of grief,
unanswered questions,
struggles within-
and now I feel
peace again.

Today I got the big purple
crate from the attic,
dust and cobwebs
disguised the box
like they fogged my mind.

I cleaned the box and
set out with a smile
all the Easter trinkets
my kids love so;

two long years led
me to that smile,
but it's been
a long road to tow.

Where's the beach?

We have done some fun things the past few days, but it has been much cooler and windier than I expected.  Thursday night we went to the fair and the wind was strong and cold.  We were glad we had our jackets with us.  Then Friday we made a trip to the beach on the Bolivar Peninsula (or what is left of it since Hurricane Ike).  The sun was out, but the wind was biting cold.  I had to stay in the car for a while and put on my warm-ups.  I had a cold, but now am suffering from laryngitis and a cough.  No matter what Pete says (that weather can't cause sickness), I believe being outside so much made my condition worse.  The kids were not to be stopped by the cold water, though; they stayed in it for a while and had fun letting the waves splash their legs.

 

                              

We went on a walk perusing for sand dollars (remember how many we found last year?), but found none this time. We did get some other beautiful shells, though.  I was reminded of the time we stayed in a friend's beach house during the summer and had fun walking Jake, who was a puppy then, up and down the busy beach. It is sad that the house and so many other beach houses are gone. A little wall is being put up near the highway to try and keep the beach from washing it out.

                           

 The picture of Andrew above shows my car parked on the shoulder of the highway on the right and the beach on the left.  That is all the of the beach now.  Closer to the ferry going to Galveston, some of the houses withstood the hurricane and more are being built, but it will take a long time to get there.  Until then, we will park and walk.

New Life
by Laurie Kolp

Is your new life
treating you well,
or do you wish
for better times long gone?

Once upon a time you were
a loving, considerate
and thoughtful soul
who put your family first,
but now you are
out of control
hurting everyone
who really loves you-
your parents,
your family,
and me; kicking
us out of your life
for a controlling witch
who is brain-washing you.

Are you losing your mind,
or simply going through
a mid-life crisis from Hell?

When will you come back to me?

Time is...
too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice;
but for those who love, Time is eternity.

~Henry Van Dyke

Zoo memories

I have been working on a five-part series entitled Spring's Precious Miracles.  Each day I focused on a different aspect of spring and how to involve children in learning about it.  I discussed butterflies, birds, flowers and foliage, weather, and animals.  Since the South Texas State fair opens today, I incorporated that into the article on animals since there is a petting zoo and livestock at the fair.  That is how I came across this picture of Katie on her first trip to the fair.

It seems like just yesterday since our first trip to the fair with a child.  We have gone to many petting zoos, fairs and carnivals since 2000 (when this picture was taken).  Here are a few recaps of family outings at the zoo:

1.  When Andrew was a baby and Katie a toddler we evacuated to Waco for a hurricane.  My parents went with us, and one day we all went to the zoo.  While visiting the petting zoo, my dad was holding a map of the zoo and a goat came by, snatched it right out of his hand, and ate it in a matter of seconds.  We still laugh about that.  Here is a picture of us at the Waco zoo:

2.  Unfortunately this is connected to a hurricane evacuation, too.  This time it was Hurricane Rita, and we were staying in Richardson with my cousins.  When we went to the Dallas zoo, they let us in for free since we were "evacuees".  We had so much fun since it was a cool fall day and most of the kids were in school.  It was almost like we had the zoo to ourselves.  Here is a picture from our trip to the Dallas zoo:

3.  Of course we have had many trips to the Houston zoo.  Each year that the kids were in kindergarten we went with their class on a field trip, and we have gone several times to meet up with relatives.  When the swine flu scare first came out, the children were not allowed into the petting zoo during their field trip.  Here is a picture of the kids with their cousin Ricky on our most recent trip to the Houston zoo, which was last November:

Hopefully we will not have anymore hurricane evacuations for a LONG time- we have had our share.  The last evacuation (Ike), the closest we got to a zoo was riding in paddle boats at a park with ducks.  We were at the house of the brother of my good friend in McKinney.  Pete had stayed home for work.  Here are a few pictures of that:

I love strolling down memory lane.  Do you?

RIP Mary
by Laurie Kolp

Today I said a prayer for you
thanking the Lord above
for the time I had with you
now sweet memories I love;

I prayed for your family
that they may be kept well,
always remember the good times,
not the times that you fell;

and while I was praying
by your grave so seriously,
I asked that God continue
signs of your eternity;

thanking Him for the cardinals,
the dreams, the feelings and orbs
that have brought great comfort,
new spirituality to absorb;

Today I said a prayer for you
thanking the Lord above
for the time I had with you
now sweet memories I love.

Everyone has a story

Jules has given me this special blogger award.  THANK YOU, Julie.  I feel very honored to receive this award from you. Check out Julie's blogs on cross-stitching, poetry and photography.

The Beautiful Blogger award does not come without guidelines to follow, though.  Here are the things I must do and those listed below will have to do:

1.  Accept the award- check
2.  Thank the person who gave you the award- check
3.  Add a link to the person who gave you the award- check
4.  Put the award on your blog- check
5.  Write 10 things about yourself others may not know about you-
6.  Pass the award on to 10 others-

Okay- the first four were easy...now let's work on the last two.

Ten things about me you may not know:

1. I don't like writing ten things about myself.
2. I had a stalker when I was in my 20s, teaching in The Woodlands and living alone in Houston apartments.  He climbed onto my balcony one morning while I was getting something from the storage closet.  I had to lock myself in the closet (he had his hand on the doorknob and tried to resist my pull) and I was scared to death.  I finally got the nerve to open the door, hammer in hand.  There was no sign of him anywhere except leaves from the bush and two holes where his legs were.  I got out of my lease and ran as fast as I could.
3. After that, I put all my stuff in storage and headed for a fun summer in New Orleans.
4. I have had many interesting jobs- summer day camp counselor, nanny, salesclerk for Dillard's, hostess in a restaurant (sometimes I had to wait tables if someone didn't show up), teacher, dyslexia specialist, tutor, substitute teacher and preschool art teacher.  My #1 favorite job of all...drum roll, please- being a mom and wife, which allows me the time to pursue my life-long dream of writing.
5. I have volunteered at a blood center, with GSA (girl scouts) and at the Salvation Army.
6. I had to kiss a lot of rotten frogs before I found my Charming Prince Pete.
7. God has pulled me through some very difficult times and given me the strength to let go of some deadly dependencies in my life.
8. I had to have three c-sections because my oldest was breech and it was highly recommended that the subsequent deliveries be c-sections, too.  During one of my deliveries, the anesthesia did NOT work and I suffered post-traumatic stress disorder and depression.  All of it was worth it though, and I would go through it all again for my sweet child.
9. Hmmm...this is hard...when I was hired to teach 2nd grade in The Woodlands, it was on Halloween.  I was in the middle of my student teaching, interviewed in a clown costume and started teaching before I graduated from Texas A&M.
10. I gave up a nursing scholarship to Lamar University- Beaumont to go to A&M.  This was probably a good thing because I have a queasy stomach- something I found out later.

The ten blogs I have selected for this award all come with a story- how the special writer and I crossed paths at certain times in my life is very significant and meaningful to me.  As someone once said, "Everyone has a story."  Maybe someday I will share with you how I met these great people.  I have alphabetized by the blogger's by first name.

1.  Carol: Grandma's-On-The-Go
2.  Holli: The Aftermath of Happily Ever After
3.  Jake: It Is What It Is
4.  Jeni: Memories to Cherish (extra-special to me)
5.  Jessica: Praise, Prayers and Observations
6.  Judy: I'd Like to Say
7.  Lisa: Blessings Poured Out
8.  Nancy P: Discriminating Reader
9.  Nancy W: VoiceOver
10. Peggy: The Work of His Hands

I guess I can finally check off the last two rules.  By the way, this has taken me forever.  I'm quite tired now.  I have had to pause and save to go pick up a bridesmaid dress for Katie, rearrange some furniture, do laundry, go to the grocery store and eat dinner.  Not to mention the zipper-getting-caught-in-dress-we-had-home-for-five-minutes-and-almost-ruined ordeal, or talking and interacting with the family.  Sigh...until we meet again.

Spending money to save money

When I was single and on my own, I would go shopping with my friends on Saturdays.  We would peruse the malls in Houston for hours and even make deals with each other, such as spending at least $100.00 or buying at least three new things.  It seemed, at the time, the thing to do.  I was teaching and supported myself, so why not shop on the weekend?

Well, now I hate to shop.  I would much rather spend my time with the family at home or writing, writing, writing.  I know Pete is grateful for that!  He has put things in perspective for me through the years.  I used to come home with an item that was "a steal" because it cost so little.  Pete didn't say much at first, but once we started having kids and the space in our small home began filling up, he started speaking up.  My wonderful husband told me this profound statement that now resonates through my mind frequently:

"How is spending money to save money really saving money?"

All of the captivating sales techniques that lure in suckers like me are simply tricks to get consumers to spend.  I must admit when I do have to go shopping for our growing children I just have to stop by my section, too.  I often waste time going through the sales racks and trying on clothes.  I collect a pile of clothes I don't really need and then end up putting them back before I leave the store.  All because I hear Pete's logic echo through my head.  Old habits die hard, but they do eventually die (if you try).

Beautiful Spring
by Laurie Kolp

I feel the warmth
wrap around me
and thank God
for the beauty I see.

Little white petals
fall to the ground
like snowflakes
without a sound;

a subtle tickle
touches my nose
like a feather
in plainclothes;

Spring’s sweet beauty
excites my eyes
like a rainbow’s
prismatic surprise;

I feel the warmth
wrap around me
and thank God
for the beauty I see.

"Charlie Brown" flowers

This week, Tuesday- Thursday is teacher appreciation week at the kid's school.  Tuesday the kids are supposed to give their teacher a flower; Wednesday they are to write a note or draw a picture for the teacher: and Thursday they will take the teacher a piece of fruit. 

I must say it is hard to appreciate the teacher who called Andrew's work "pitiful," but I put my differences aside and sent him with a flower from our tulip tree ( Japanese Magnolia) today.  I had to laugh out loud  when he got in the car this afternoon and said his flower lost all of its petals before he got to the classroom this morning.  Katie's lost petals, too.  (Nicholas was home with me due to strep throat). 

Anyway, we all called the flowers "Charlie Brown flowers" and now the kids are working on tomorrow's activity.  What do you think the teacher will have to say about a teacher appreciation picture?  I feel strongly she won't use the word "pitiful" or even "loser," (which is what another teacher that was in the news called his student).  I only hope she will say, "that's beautiful!"

My Cardinal Friend


There is no creature, regardless of its apparent insignificance, that fails to show us something of God's goodness.
~Thomas A Kempis

Thank You, Father, for Your goodness that I see everywhere. Help me to remember that no one is insignificant in Your sight.
~Unknown