So, it's been a hot minute since I last updated...my bad. It's been a hell of a year, lots of really terrible stuff happened, lots of really wonderful things happened. One day soon, I'll do an actual update. I promise. this post has a very specific purpose, I'm so excited to share!
Those who know me know that I love reading. I love big books and I cannot lie. I'm a junkie for the written word. I'm constantly reading something, a lot of my favorites have seen multiple readings. Imagine my delight and surprise when I was asked to read a book before it was released to the public. It honestly felt like I was asked to attend a screening of a movie. I read it, I loved it, and now I'm going to review it!
Title: so my mother, she lives in the clouds (and other stories)
Author: Christopher D. Dicicco
I am a person who judges books by their cover. I know we aren't supposed to do that, we are taught from a young age that judging books by their covers is a terrible way to live. I can't help it, I am stimulated visually. So my mother...is a gorgeous book. If I saw it on a shelf I would totally pick it up. Look at this beautiful cover!
Most of the stories in this book are heartbreaking. I recommend having some sort of comfort object nearby while reading, because reading these stories will give you the feels. In spades. My favorite story, Pieces of my Junkyard Father, describes a boy who lost his mother, and a gruff father trying to keep them both alive. It tugged at my heartstrings, seemingly a story about a boy and the dog his dad brought home for him. In the end (no spoilers) we find that the father is desperate to help his boy adjust to life after mom.
Dicicco paints a vivid picture in each story, each setting completely unique, drawing you into the scene. Then, most endings are left purposefully vague, giving the reader the opportunity to end the story as they see fit. Another favorite of mine was In your father's backyard. I was convinced that it was going to end one way, and it went a totally different direction. I love that about these stories. You think you have him figured out, then he turns everything on it's edge.
In the spirit of transparency, I will admit it took me longer than normal to finish this book. Reason being, I wasn't able to zip through like I normally do. Each story provoked thought: was there a higher meaning at the bottom of the well, what would I find at the bottom of the ladder, what question would I have Lev answer in his sleep? Not only was my brain kept active with each story, but there was also a heaviness throughout the book. Emotional baggage that seemed to expand the further I went along. At one point I asked myself if Simon was real, and if he were the same Simon in each story, how much did his therapist charge him?
In closing, I highly recommend this collection of short stories, if only to wake up your heart and force you to feel something.
Once the book is released, I will provide links for purchasing your very own copy!
Ohio Girl Gone South
Mid-west Ohio girl transplanted to Alabama. The life and times of a girl gone south.
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Sunday, January 4, 2015
It's my brother's birthday
Today is January 4th. It's my brother's 35th birthday. In years past, this would mean a phone call where I sing him the happy birthday song very crappily, he would laugh at me, and say "thanks jiiiiiilllllll" in that sing-songy half-falsetto voice. I can hear it in my head right now. We would all try to get together as a family, depending on the day of the week the 4th fell. Sometimes it would be a few days later before the clan could all gather. But we always did, without fail. We'd usually end up at the Red Lobster or Texas Roadhouse, birthday boy got to pick and those were his favorites - of course, this being after the Kahiki shut down back in the early 90's. We all loved that place.
This year...I won't get to hear that sing-songy "thanks jiiiiiilllllll" after I sing. I won't get to give Kevin his traditional "jillz cardz". I won't get to buy him a new baseball cap - he wears them so much, after a year he is usually in dire need of a new one. This year, that phone call will go unanswered.
For those that haven't heard, Kevin, my brother, passed away on November 30, 2014. I've really been meaning to write about it before now, but every time I try, the words won't come. What words can you say? One day he was there, the next...he wasn't. I spoke with him on that Friday, and that was it. we talked about inane things - Greg and I were driving down to Birmingham to go to the Iron Bowl the next day. As far as I remember, the last words I spoke to Kevin were "love you, bro. Talk to you later," I think as far as last words go, those are pretty good.
The month of December was pretty much a blur. We drove up to Ohio that Tuesday, Dec 1st to help my mom and dad get everything ready. His calling hours were Friday afternoon/evening, and the service was on Saturday. I remember a huge, overwhelming outpouring of support for Kevin, my mom, my dad, and me. There were flowers, pictures, videos, people coming in from out of state, it was phenomenal. It was also the hardest few days I've ever been through. Thank God for Greg, he was a rock for me. He helped chauffeur me and mom between Hilliard and Westerville, he hugged me when I needed it, he left me alone when I needed that. I love that man.
The service itself was very beautiful. it was done in our church in Westerville - the last time that many people we knew were gathered there, it was for our wedding in May. Such a stark comparison of conflicting emotions. The church was full by the time the service started, so many people from so many different parts of Kevin's life were there. Elementary, middle and high school friends, work friends from several different jobs, family, our parents friends and co-workers, my friends and co-workers. The amount of love and support in that room, it was such a blessing. I gave the Eulogy. What a terrible thing to have to write. Thankfully, my talented cousin Julie helped me piece it together and edited it for me to help with flow. I'll attach it at the end here, if you want to read it. After teh service, we invited people back to dad's house for a potluck. lots of good food, memories shared, and beers. Sort of a celebration of life.
Coming back to Alabama was also a blur. I don't remember much except for blowing my nose the whole time - sorry Greg. In the days since, I feel like I have been going through the motions. Christmas has come and gone, and it just wasn't the same. It will never be the same. There will forever be a piece missing from anything we do. Family gatherings will be incomplete. I'm sure after a few years the sting will lessen a bit (God, I hope so) but there will always be that ache around my heart.
My mom has invited the family over to her house today to celebrate Kev's birthday. She'll be serving his favorite foods, no onions or mushrooms anywhere in sight. We love you Kev. We miss you so much. I hope you're watching all the football you want up there, your Buckeyes are playing for the championship next Monday!
The Eulogy
The Eulogy
Kevin's Eulogy
When January 4th 1980 dawned, it was cold
and snowy. John and Connie had no idea they were going to become parents later that
day because their new son wasn't due to arrive until the end of February! John was working on a jobsite with Mike Post,
when Connie started experiencing some worrisome symptoms. She called her friend Sharon Post at work,
who dropped her pencil on her desk and rushed right over. Sharon helped mom with her socks – she was
nearly nine months pregnant after all, and then dashed her to the hospital.
Kevin came into the world at 10:30 that night via cesarean section.
Kevin got to spend the first 3 years of his life as
the first and only grandchild in our family; he was doted on, cherished, and
loved from the very start. Both set of grandparents offered to babysit all the
time, and to spend extra moments with
their precious baby. Grandpa Paul
(John’s dad) made him beautiful wooden toys:
a rocking horse and a gorgeous train set. Then his cousins and sister joined the clan,
giving Kevin some new playmates and friends.
The Mathias family moved over to their house on
Lazelle Road in 1984, which began a new chapter in Kevin’s life. He had neighbor boys to play with, woods to
roam around in, a pond to fish in, and many adventures waiting to be had. This move put us in the Olentangy School
system, which gave both Kevin and I some of the best friends anyone could ask
for. He was a bit of a chameleon when it
came to his friends, and he seemed to be able to fit in just about anywhere with
his quick wit and sense of humor : From the marching band to the football team,
drama club to show choir to boy scouts to his groups of “misfits” that he spent
most of his time with. He was very
active in choirs at both school and church.
Music was always important to Kevin, whether he was playing it in the
band or listening to it at deafening volumes in his car – many of you must remember that old Chevy
Malibu he drove in high school. I remember him blasting Korn and Nirvana in his
bedroom, and then later it morphed on to some Beck, ICP, and various other
techno beats. If you know Kevin, you've heard loud music.
He graduated from Olentangy High School in 1998 and
when on to explore the college life in Chicago for a year at DePaul
University. He came back to Columbus and
took a few years off to work before finishing his finance degree at Ohio
Dominican University in 2008. We were
all so proud of him. He worked diligently during and after school, first at the
Doubletree Hotel, then onto Red Roof Inn corporate, then finally onto
NiSource. He excelled in each role, and
made many friends along the way.
When I think of Kevin, three adjectives come to mind
first: clever, funny, and loyal. He has
always been one of the smartest people I know.
Not only book smart – which he definitely was (did you see his SAT
scores?! They were ridiculously high) but he was also smart in the ways of the world. He was quick with comebacks and little
quips. Plus he was the go-to guy in the
family for anything technology related.
Can’t work the TV? Call Kevin. Computer
acting funny? Call Kevin. Can’t remember
the Wi-Fi password? Don’t worry, Kevin will know it.
Aunt Bobbie shared a story that demonstrates his
cleverness from a very young age. He was
about 3 years old, and our grandma Nancy was babysitting him. She had various activities to keep him busy
in her kitchen. One of them was cutting out different shapes from paper with
some scissors at the table. She got him
situated and then turned away to do the dishes.
Kevin was cutting out his shapes and while he was going to town he cut
through the kitchen curtains. Instead of
crying or trying to lie his way out of it, he took some scotch tape and put the
curtains back together. So when Grandma
turned around and saw the curtains, Kevin simply said “Look Grandma, I fixed
it!”
If you knew Kevin well, you probably saw flashes of
his eccentricity and sense of humor from time to time. His laugh was loud and when Kevin was
expressive he lit up a room. Some people
would describe his laugh as “snorty” which is totally true. If you really got him going, he would laugh
loud and end it with a hearty snort. (demonstrate).
Kevin’s friend Chris has an infinite number of
stories, but this one highlights Kevin’s humor. Most of his Chris’ memories are
from their former workplace at the Doubletree hotel. They worked the night shift together for a
few years and Kevin was so good at his job and with numbers and auditing
especially, that he never had to worry about being replaced. And, as Chris said,
“he took full advantage of that.” One evening at 2am, a customer called the
desk. Chris picked up to answer, but
Kevin grabbed the phone from him and screamed into the receiver, “Do you have
any idea what time it is?!” Then he handed the phone back to Chris, who was
in complete shock and had to immediately hang up the phone before busting out laughing.
Chris said that the poor guy probably thought he had the wrong number
and it took him 20 minutes to call back and when he did, he stumbled with his
words, asking if this was the right number to the hotel.
His friend Johnnie shared with me the day she met
Kevin. She had only been dating Ryan for a short time and had heard a lot about
Kevin. She was excited to meet Ryan’s best friend. That day, she thought she
heard someone pull into her driveway, but there was no knock at the door. She got up to investigate. She looked out in
shock and horror as, and I quote, “this giant of a man hacked and stabbed an
old sofa to pieces that she’d set out on the curb” … with a huge sword! Ryan came to the window, laughed, said
“Kevin’s here.” He opened the door and
said, “Cool, you got a new sword!” Johnnie had no idea the sword-wielding man
would become not only her best friend as well but the most adored and dearest
uncle to her children Destiny and Aleya.
One way that Kevin enjoyed connecting with people was
through games. Not only video games –
which he definitely loved, but also through sit down, in person games. He was very active in high school and beyond
playing Magic: The Gathering, and Dungeons and Dragons. We were always finding random dice in the
laundry. He
loved spending time with his friends in these ways, and formed some very
special relationships doing so. He was
active in world of Warcraft for a long time, and very active and adept at
fantasy football. Every year he would play
at least 6 teams, and usually ended up winning money at the end of the
season. He’s actually got a pretty
awesome League trophy right now. I
was so excited to share my team with him the first year I played. He was so patient with my newbie enthusiasm,
and he helped me with my lineups a few times. I was happy to be able to share
that interest with him. Along with
indoor, sit down games, Kevin was also an avid Frisbee golfer. He loved going through the courses, spending
time outside with his friends.
His great intellect was enhanced by the books that he
read. He was a voracious reader. He always had a book in his hand – well, it
used to be a real live paperback book, but lately it was a kindle or nook or
some other e-reader. It was never odd to
see Kevin reading, whether it was at a family gathering, standing outside
waiting for something, or just sitting on the couch after dinner. He was a reader from a very young age - mom
told me that when her mom, Grandma Nancy, was sick and staying with us, Kevin
would read to her to help her feel better.
He was about 11 at the time and he would read to her from the book
called “Momilies” which was little
anecdotes and quips from mothers around the world. It had sayings like “clean your room” and
“don’t make me pull this car over!” Which were both things that Kevin and I
heard mom say often while growing up.
Kevin loved his family and his friends. He was always available to help out when
needed or lend a listening ear. Whenever
mom needed help setting something up, Kevin was always there. When I was having a rough time after a
breakup, Kevin was there to listen and offer up advice – and to threaten the
lives of whoever was causing me pain and heartache. He was so loyal – both to his
family and his friends. He was a
champion for us when our family went through hardships, and he was there for
his friends without fail, whether it was providing a ride, a place to stay for
the night, or a place to live. Kevin
rarely thought about himself, he was more concerned with the well-being of
others. I think he was happiest when he
was doing things for other people.
Johnnie Williams shared another story that exemplifies
this quality in Kevin: One day the power went out at Johnnie and Ryan’s during
a nasty storm. They were told the
electricity would be out for days, and Kevin called to check on them. Their daughters, Destiny and Aleya, who had
been without electricity for maybe an
hour, [
] asked who she was talking to on the phone. Johnnie told them, “It’s
Uncle Kevin,” and the girls began chanting for him to come rescue them. Kevin said to her, “Tell them I’m on the way”. The girls packed their bags and did a “we are
running away to Uncle Kevin’s” dance. He kept them a few days until
the power came back on and completely spoiled them.
It’s hard to sum up the life of a man who died too
soon. The words to express how great,
how wonderful, how clever, how funny, how loyal he was all seem to fall flat. The
truth of it is, he still had so much living to do. There are so many people out there that
haven’t met him, and who don’t understand the hole that all of us have in our
hearts right now. It’s them I feel bad
for: the people that never heard that snorty laugh, who never got to play games
with him, who never experienced his helping hand. Every person who met Kevin remembers him with
a big smile on his face, and if they were lucky, they got to see his dimples ,
which were a gift to see. I can’t tell
you how much I will miss that dimple, that laugh, that listening ear, and that
free tech support.
Kevin was our son, nephew, cousin, classmate,
co-worker, friend, uncle, family, and our brother. But mostly, he IS and will continue to be a
huge part of our hearts. Thank you all for
honoring Kevin by being here today. May
God bless the life of my brother, Kevin Michael Mathias.
Written by Jill (Mathias) Price and Julia Grawemeyer, delivered by
Jill Price on December 6, 2014 at the Celebration of Life service at Church of
the Messiah UMC in Westerville, Ohio. Anecdotes and memories provided by Connie
Mathias, Bobbie Grawemeyer, Chris Green, Johnnie Williams, and Jill Price.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Carnivals!
Last weekend, Greg and I were invited to the New Hope Elementary School Fall Carnival. The idea of going to the carnival got me so excited, Greg teased me for days. New Hope is a bitty little town southeast of Huntsville. I'm pretty sure the entire town turned out for the carnival, which was a fundraiser for the school.
You see, back in my younger days, my school (Olentangy Elementary) also had a fall carnival. It was my absolute favorite thing for years. I would save my money for months to be able to buy tickets and play games and win prizes. The haunted house that was the scariest thing ever, that game where you pull a lollipop out of a fake tree and see if the end is red, fishing pond, duck pond, cake walk, football toss, all the wonderful carnival games! I just loved it. I remember playing bingo in the school library and winning my first ever Walkman (or whatever the off-brand personal cassette player was called) and blasting my New Kids on the Block tape for months. It WAS the right stuff, baby.
So, given the opportunity to recreate these memories 25 years later? Yes please! I was totally not disappointed. The New Hope carnival was everything I hoped it would be. Kids running around from game to game, face paint, cotton candy, cake walks, all of the same attractions from when I was little! Plus a few new ones that were pretty awesome, too. We started the evening with a barbeque dinner - pulled pork sammies with baked beans and coleslaw, with homemade (and some store bought, let's be honest) desserts. Then we accompanied our hosts (Mike and Tanya with their two kids) to get some tickets - what's the point of going to the carnival if you don't get tickets?
Walking down the halls filled with miniature lockers and smiling children, the husbands peeled off to go check the football scores - no reception inside the building, haha. We took the kids to the first stop: the Toy Walk. The concept is similar to the cake walk, walk around in a circle, when the music stops they call out numbers, whoever is standing on those numbers wins! However, in place of confectionery delights, the prizes were gobs and gobs of toys that had been donated by local families. This game was very popular. Next stop, the Dime Toss. Now, I have never heard of anything like this...and I freaking loved it. So clever! Here's the deal: People donate old plates, bowls, cups, glasses, vases, dishes, etc. and they are placed all over a large table. There is a rope about 3 feet out that goes around the perimeter of the table, and people stand around and toss dimes at the different items. If your dime lands in something, you get to keep it! There is a frenzy of dime tossing and replacing the empty spaces with more glassware. I won an awesome turquoise glass vase - I only had to throw 4 dimes at it! I only had to elbow two boys out of the way for it. It was awesome.
My other favorite thing they did was a little photo backdrop - pumpkins, leaves, hay bales, etc. For only two tickets (about $1) we will be receiving 2 4 x 6 photos of ourselves surrounded by the splendor of fall. Bonus: Greg was totally wearing an Ohio State jersey!
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, I went into a bit of a sugar coma from all the fresh cotton candy and excitement. But I do remember feeling so nostalgic and happy, The only downside was that we didn't win anything at the cakewalk. Oh well, maybe next year :)
So tell me, Olentangy Elementary alums: do you remember the carnival? What was your favorite memory?
You see, back in my younger days, my school (Olentangy Elementary) also had a fall carnival. It was my absolute favorite thing for years. I would save my money for months to be able to buy tickets and play games and win prizes. The haunted house that was the scariest thing ever, that game where you pull a lollipop out of a fake tree and see if the end is red, fishing pond, duck pond, cake walk, football toss, all the wonderful carnival games! I just loved it. I remember playing bingo in the school library and winning my first ever Walkman (or whatever the off-brand personal cassette player was called) and blasting my New Kids on the Block tape for months. It WAS the right stuff, baby.
So, given the opportunity to recreate these memories 25 years later? Yes please! I was totally not disappointed. The New Hope carnival was everything I hoped it would be. Kids running around from game to game, face paint, cotton candy, cake walks, all of the same attractions from when I was little! Plus a few new ones that were pretty awesome, too. We started the evening with a barbeque dinner - pulled pork sammies with baked beans and coleslaw, with homemade (and some store bought, let's be honest) desserts. Then we accompanied our hosts (Mike and Tanya with their two kids) to get some tickets - what's the point of going to the carnival if you don't get tickets?
Walking down the halls filled with miniature lockers and smiling children, the husbands peeled off to go check the football scores - no reception inside the building, haha. We took the kids to the first stop: the Toy Walk. The concept is similar to the cake walk, walk around in a circle, when the music stops they call out numbers, whoever is standing on those numbers wins! However, in place of confectionery delights, the prizes were gobs and gobs of toys that had been donated by local families. This game was very popular. Next stop, the Dime Toss. Now, I have never heard of anything like this...and I freaking loved it. So clever! Here's the deal: People donate old plates, bowls, cups, glasses, vases, dishes, etc. and they are placed all over a large table. There is a rope about 3 feet out that goes around the perimeter of the table, and people stand around and toss dimes at the different items. If your dime lands in something, you get to keep it! There is a frenzy of dime tossing and replacing the empty spaces with more glassware. I won an awesome turquoise glass vase - I only had to throw 4 dimes at it! I only had to elbow two boys out of the way for it. It was awesome.
My other favorite thing they did was a little photo backdrop - pumpkins, leaves, hay bales, etc. For only two tickets (about $1) we will be receiving 2 4 x 6 photos of ourselves surrounded by the splendor of fall. Bonus: Greg was totally wearing an Ohio State jersey!
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, I went into a bit of a sugar coma from all the fresh cotton candy and excitement. But I do remember feeling so nostalgic and happy, The only downside was that we didn't win anything at the cakewalk. Oh well, maybe next year :)
So tell me, Olentangy Elementary alums: do you remember the carnival? What was your favorite memory?
Saturday, October 4, 2014
I'm finnin to learn something new...
I started a series on Facebook - the Southern Phrase of the Day, where I shared new phrases that I've come into contact with while living down here in Alabama. I realize that the phrases I share are not phrases used by every southerner, but they are phrases that I never heard while living in the Midwest.
Here are the first few:
Here are the first few:
Now, to continue the series, I present to you the following!
(v) Ear Hustlin'. Another way of saying "eavesdrop".
Example: they were whispering in the kitchen, so I hid around the corner ear hustlin'.
(n) Skunk Eye. Same as "stink eye". Giving someone a squinted up eye to show displeasure.
example: Jerry said something weird, so now Kate is giving him the skunk eye.
So other than the ones that northerners usually bring up when this topic is rasied (buggy = shopping cart, boot = trunk, etc.) what words or phrases do you associate with the south?
Monday, September 8, 2014
Write Your Face Off - September Challenge
I decided to participate in a writing challenge. Chief CurvyGirl, Brittany Gibbons's Write Your Face Off challenge gives us 30 prompts for September. I suppose if you were super into it, you would do one each day....but I am not going to even pretend to have that level of writing commitment. So I took a few of the prompts and will write about them as I get inspired to do so. (it's the spirit of the challenge that counts, y'all)
This is a hard question. It's also the prompt that moved me the most.
I feel like I should choose some major influencer from history, like maybe Adolf Hitler - simply for the opportunity to have him stand in place while all of humanity lines up to punch him in the face. Or maybe one of the great adventurers or scientists of the past - are there more discoveries or inventions trapped in those brilliant minds?
Since this is hypothetical, and the deathly hallows are most likely not real and I won't be getting my hands on the resurrection stone anytime soon, I'm going to be more selfish. I would choose to bring back Nancy Barnes - my mom's mom. I would pick her for a lot of reasons:
1. she died relatively young, as far as grandmas go, and I didn't have a lot of time to get to know her. She was 63 (I think) when she passed.
2. I know my mom misses her a LOT. a lot a lot.
3. I never learned to bake with her (that I remember, anyway). That's one of those rights of passage, isn't it?
4. there are so many things I want to share with her - life events, stories, minor details from growing up.
5. I feel robbed that I didn't have any grandmas while growing up - all of my friends got to go visit their grandmas and eat their cookies, and go places, and enjoy the sage wisdom that all grandmas seem to inherently possess. I missed all of that.
Grandma Nancy died when I was 5 or 6. I don't even remember. I do remember being in the house and the ambulance coming. I do remember her living at our house for a few weeks before that, being so so sick. I remember bits and pieces of her funeral - mostly just playing hide and seek with my cousins in the basement of the funeral home because we were too young to really understand what was happening, and there were caskets down there...omg.
I remember riding in the car to visit grandma, and it taking foooorrrreeevvvvvverrrrrrrr to get there, when in reality, it was probably only 30 minutes. I remember the smell of her backyard - there was a huge honeysuckle bush. I remember the smell of her basement - kinda musty and damp, we would get excited to find dead cockroaches lying upside down on the floor. I remember playing with the laundry chute thinking it was so cool. I remember the year she got sick, Mom and Aunt Bobbie took us kids to Wyandot Lake a lot, which we thought was awesome. We didn't realize that they were just two 30-something women with small kids losing their mother, doing the best they could. I am now a 30-something woman...and the thought of....I can't even type it. My eyes are swimming just thinking the words. My cousins got really close to knowing that feeling this year...They got really close to knowing how our mother's felt back then, because...
My aunt is battling breast cancer. It is terrifying. I know she was drawing parallels to Grandma Nancy, how could she not? Grandma died of Cancer - I don't even know what kind. Mom told me it was a secondary kind, the doctors weren't sure where it originated. AB's diagnosis came on her birthday - when she turned 63. Same age Grandma was. I remember getting the call, I was at work in the HR file room. Thank god there was no one in there with me, I couldn't stem the flow of tears. My mom was explaining to me the diagnosis and the different doctors they would be seeing that afternoon, and who all was there with them. I kept thinking "I should be there. I should be with them right now" but mom told me to stay at work, that too many people might overwhelm AB. I still feel terrible about that. I feel like I let my family down for not going over there.
The whole process of chemo and surgery and radiation has been scary. Having two nurses in the family is definitely helpful for having things explained - but I'm still confused. I don't understand why our family had to go through this. I don't understand the medical terminology, I don't understand the prognosis. My basic questions are usually "do the doctors sound positive?" and hen I take my cues from there. So far, they do seem positive. we are through chemo, and surgery, and allllmost done with radiation. Being so far away from everyone while this is happening is absolutely killing me. I get updates on the phone, and some random cards or emails, but it just isn't enough. It's more than just missing my family (and oh Lord, do i miss them), it's that I feel cut off. I feel like my not being there for this time of trials somehow makes me less a part of the family. I don't know all the intimate details of what is happening, I don't know all the little inside jokes from the family get-togethers anymore, and it breaks my heart. Believe me, I know that this is all in my head, of COURSE I'm still part of the family. of COURSE they all love me and miss me and wish I was there. I know that, but I can't help the way I feel sometimes.
I sent AB a little note last week, I found a whisker of Oscar's lying on the blanket beside me. She and Julie collect cat whiskers, so I thought sending her a dog whisker was a fun way to join in. Greg thinks I'm weird for mailing a dog whisker to Ohio. That's ok, though. I know I'm weird. it made me feel like part of something, which is a good feeling.
Non-sequiter Alert: Sept 8th Prompt is Today is international literacy day. Share 5 books that changed your life.
1. Harry Potter and the Sorcer'sStone/ ChamberofSecrets/ PrisonerofAzkaban/ GobletofFire/ OrderofthePhoenix/Half- BloodPrince/DeathlyHallows - J.K. Rowling amazon link
Harry Potter and friends led me to some of MY best friends. There were many lessons in these books, for both children and adults. The most important of which: use your imagination all the time.
Harry Potter and friends led me to some of MY best friends. There were many lessons in these books, for both children and adults. The most important of which: use your imagination all the time.
2. Summer Sisters - Judy Blume
I am a chronic "re-reader" and I have lost count the number of times I've read this book. I love it so much - a coming of age story of a shy-ish girl and her gregarious best friend. Loved it.
I am a chronic "re-reader" and I have lost count the number of times I've read this book. I love it so much - a coming of age story of a shy-ish girl and her gregarious best friend. Loved it.
3. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood - Rebecca Wells
This one...oh man. This one showed me the importance of female friendship that passes the test of time. My mom and her friends call themselves the Ya-Yas, and they are great role models!
This one...oh man. This one showed me the importance of female friendship that passes the test of time. My mom and her friends call themselves the Ya-Yas, and they are great role models!
4. Where the Red Fern Grows - Wilson Rawls
A boy and his dogs - this one taught me the importance of perseverance and patience, and the beautiful love between a person and their animals. Another book that was chronically re-read by me...and every time it made me cry.
A boy and his dogs - this one taught me the importance of perseverance and patience, and the beautiful love between a person and their animals. Another book that was chronically re-read by me...and every time it made me cry.
5. Hachet - Gary Paulsen
This was my favorite Paulsen novel - I love all of his books. I think this is where my love of survival came from. Learning how to survive in the wilderness with minimal resources...It all came from this book.
What books changed you? Who is the one person you would bring back? Let's interact, y'all!
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Southern Scheduling
Hello from Alabama!
It's August now - I just celebrated my birthday! Mega shout out to my brother, he sent me some Subway gift cards to make up for the fact that I can no longer earn free subs with my card. Bless his heart! Can you believe it?! I couldn't. but they are super real. THANKS, BROTHER!!
So in Alabama, the beginning of August means back-to-school for all the kids and preteens and teens. They all start THIS WEEK. Seems a biiiiiit early to me. Does anyone else have school starting this week? Back in my day (god, I sound old), in Ohio, School started at the END of August. Somewhere in the 20's. The first week back meant the beginning Football Friday Night, the beginning of a new year of learning, friends, Marching Band - though that technically started with band camp, back in early august - and all the joys of going back to school. I checked the local high school website (Bob Jones High School - I'll let you work those initials out on your own...hahaha) and they don't start the football season until August 22nd - 3 weeks after school starts! This is such a foreign concept to me.
I learned that this early start to the school year is mostly because the schools down here have what's called "fall break". uhh...what? For the aforementioned high school, Fall Break is scheduled for the first FULL week of October. They get a FULL WEEK off of school. I'll repeat: uhh....what?! We never had that growing up in Ohio! We got labor day off, and "fair day" off. (This was the first Monday of the Delaware County Fair - the whole district was off that day because so many kids were involved in junior fair board, 4H, showing animals, tractor pulls, all that good stuff. In the past, if they didn't have a day off, there wouldn't be enough kids at school to have normal classes). Times have probably changed, but fair day is still in practice - although now they call it a "professional development day". But you can't fool me, Olentangy. That's Fair Day. Anyway, we got off those two days, and maybe a day here and there for conferences, and that was IT until Thanksgiving.
Kids these days.
Another strange thing to get used to: Central time. I am no longer in the Eastern (superior) time zone. When I was younger* I wondered what time 8:00/7:00C was. I had no concept of time zones and how they worked. My Uncle Jim was in a different time zone sometimes - daylight savings related, and I sort of understood that. Granted, this doesn't apply to the whole south, Florida, Georgia, half of Tennessee, and the Carolinas are exempt. Central time is equal parts difficult and awesome.
Difficult: 1. Prime-time television starts at 7:00pm. SEVEN. We usually haven't even eaten dinner yet at that point! Right now, it's not so bad. Summer programming is mostly terrible (Except for "Running Wild with Bear Grylls". Check it out! NBC at 8/7C!) But once all the good stuff starts back up, it's going to be a struggle!
Difficult 2. Calling/Texting people back home. That hour difference sometimes seems huge. in the morning, it affects me - someone calls or texts and I'm still snoring. In the evening, I'll be like, 'Oh! It's only 9:45, I can still call mom! Oh...it's 10:45 there...maybe I should text to see if she's still up...*sadface*'
Difficult 3. I haven't experienced this yet, so it could potentially be down in the Awesome section, depending on how it goes: Noon games on Saturdays will now begin at 11:00am for me! Whaaaa? Since I don't do much drinking anymore, I'm thinking this will be awesome, because football will start SOONER! But, time will tell. Get it? Time?! Haha. Countdown to Kick-off!
Awesome: Late night television starts at 10:30pm! I can watch part of the tonight show without passing out or being super tired in the morning!
Awesome 2. I uh...I can't think of another awesome thing about central time. Sorry, I really tried.
So, it turns out, via super scientific method, that central time is NOT equal parts difficult and awesome. At least not until football season, where the pendulum could swing back into more equal territory.
These are a few examples of how Southern scheduling and timing are different that what I'm used to. I'll get used to it eventually, and if we do start our family here and send our kids to these fine southern schools, I'm sure I'll LOVE having a vacation in October :)
*Why does this post sound like a crotchety old lady? "When I was your age..." and "in my day..." I guess I'm entitled to say these things because I'm so old now. haha.
So in Alabama, the beginning of August means back-to-school for all the kids and preteens and teens. They all start THIS WEEK. Seems a biiiiiit early to me. Does anyone else have school starting this week? Back in my day (god, I sound old), in Ohio, School started at the END of August. Somewhere in the 20's. The first week back meant the beginning Football Friday Night, the beginning of a new year of learning, friends, Marching Band - though that technically started with band camp, back in early august - and all the joys of going back to school. I checked the local high school website (Bob Jones High School - I'll let you work those initials out on your own...hahaha) and they don't start the football season until August 22nd - 3 weeks after school starts! This is such a foreign concept to me.
I learned that this early start to the school year is mostly because the schools down here have what's called "fall break". uhh...what? For the aforementioned high school, Fall Break is scheduled for the first FULL week of October. They get a FULL WEEK off of school. I'll repeat: uhh....what?! We never had that growing up in Ohio! We got labor day off, and "fair day" off. (This was the first Monday of the Delaware County Fair - the whole district was off that day because so many kids were involved in junior fair board, 4H, showing animals, tractor pulls, all that good stuff. In the past, if they didn't have a day off, there wouldn't be enough kids at school to have normal classes). Times have probably changed, but fair day is still in practice - although now they call it a "professional development day". But you can't fool me, Olentangy. That's Fair Day. Anyway, we got off those two days, and maybe a day here and there for conferences, and that was IT until Thanksgiving.
Kids these days.
Another strange thing to get used to: Central time. I am no longer in the Eastern (superior) time zone. When I was younger* I wondered what time 8:00/7:00C was. I had no concept of time zones and how they worked. My Uncle Jim was in a different time zone sometimes - daylight savings related, and I sort of understood that. Granted, this doesn't apply to the whole south, Florida, Georgia, half of Tennessee, and the Carolinas are exempt. Central time is equal parts difficult and awesome.
Difficult: 1. Prime-time television starts at 7:00pm. SEVEN. We usually haven't even eaten dinner yet at that point! Right now, it's not so bad. Summer programming is mostly terrible (Except for "Running Wild with Bear Grylls". Check it out! NBC at 8/7C!) But once all the good stuff starts back up, it's going to be a struggle!
Difficult 2. Calling/Texting people back home. That hour difference sometimes seems huge. in the morning, it affects me - someone calls or texts and I'm still snoring. In the evening, I'll be like, 'Oh! It's only 9:45, I can still call mom! Oh...it's 10:45 there...maybe I should text to see if she's still up...*sadface*'
Difficult 3. I haven't experienced this yet, so it could potentially be down in the Awesome section, depending on how it goes: Noon games on Saturdays will now begin at 11:00am for me! Whaaaa? Since I don't do much drinking anymore, I'm thinking this will be awesome, because football will start SOONER! But, time will tell. Get it? Time?! Haha. Countdown to Kick-off!
College football season is coming! Wooooo! |
Awesome 2. I uh...I can't think of another awesome thing about central time. Sorry, I really tried.
So, it turns out, via super scientific method, that central time is NOT equal parts difficult and awesome. At least not until football season, where the pendulum could swing back into more equal territory.
These are a few examples of how Southern scheduling and timing are different that what I'm used to. I'll get used to it eventually, and if we do start our family here and send our kids to these fine southern schools, I'm sure I'll LOVE having a vacation in October :)
*Why does this post sound like a crotchety old lady? "When I was your age..." and "in my day..." I guess I'm entitled to say these things because I'm so old now. haha.
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