Saturday, May 31, 2014

may book club discussion


How is it the end of the month? Okay, I know I say that every month but really, May has been extra speedy and I totally didn't realize it was the last day of the month until my computer calendar reminded me and I had a small scale panic attack. Usually I'm way more prepared for book club discussion, but here we are. Almost 10:30 at night and I'm just now putting my thoughts down.

Plus, it was the day full of high school graduation parties so me and my computer were very much not spending much time in the same room today. Which is pretty awesome! The weather was beautiful and the company was fantastic. Just wish I would have been a little bit more prepared for this! But am I really ever prepared for anything lately? hashtag no.

SO THIS BOOK YOU GUYS

I finished it about 3 days into the month.

It's been a really long time since I've been totally and completely moved by a book in the way this book affected me.
I really don't want to give too much away. Usually I would say "spoiler alert: don't read past if you plan to read this book" but really I don't even feel like I want to do that with this particular book. I just want you all to experience this book for yourself. And yes, this book is an experience. I have a long-standing reputation of being dramatic with these sorts of things, but I promise you the money in my piggy bank that this book is worth your time.

It's a young adult novel and it's labeled as science fiction, but don't hold that against it.

The best part of the book is that it feels like the book starts in the middle of the story. The narrator is talking to the reader as if she knows exactly what she's talking about, but there are big parts of the story revealed throughout. These twists are INTENSE. IN-FRICKEN-TENSE.

I just know that throughout the book I kept having that experience where something was revealed and I just looked around like, "can you even believe it?!" and nobody was around to experience this intense roller coaster of a book with me.

Also, I really enjoy a book that has me asking questions, really huge philosophical questions that kind of tear your insides apart to think about it. Questions that make you think really hard about the human race and peoples' relationships with each other and what makes a person have a soul or be a worthwhile human with rights.

Just read it, gosh dangit. You'll thank me.


And those of you who did read it, are you freaking out as much as me right now?


It's also come to my attention that there was a movie made a couple years ago based on the book (!!). But here's my deal with movies that were based on books that I had emotional reactions to (re: The Fault in Our Stars, The Perks of Being a Wallflower). I get really nervous about how I will react to visual representations of things. I am basically a blubbering mess throughout the book and figure I will either be a blubbering mess through the movie or the movie will just ruin the whole experience for me. (Insert either a whole line of open mouth cry emojis or a whole like of straight face emojis here.)

And I think books like that, books that change you, are so different for everyone that I can't see a director and a cast getting it "right" the way that it was "right" in my head. Does that make any sense at all? Yeah, probably not.

But here is the movie trailer, if you feel so inclined.

22/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

A Memorial Day weekend trip to the mall resulted in: two tiny hockey sticks (one goalie stick and one regular stick...obviously), a set of foam pucks, and the word "hockey" entering Sage's lexicon. As you can see, even a trip to the park now necessitates a hockey stick. 

The playground-hockey-stick routine goes as follows: 
-throw the hockey stick up to the top of the playground ladder
-climb ladder
-pick up hockey stick at the top
-choose slide
-throw the hockey stick down the slide
-go down the slide
-meet hockey stick at the bottom and repeat as many times as necessary
(or until your mom decides it's time to leave)


Some kids have security blankets.

This one, however, has a hockey stick.



More information on the 52 project here.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

currently

I think this proves that the truck-loving portion of our lives is well underway. 

Making: summer plans.
Cooking: smoothies. which I guess isn't really cooking. more like... blending.
Drinking: flavored water. 
Reading: The Boys in the Boat by Daniel James Brown. So far it gets the "aye-okay" pointer finger to thumb hand gesture from me.
Wanting: my house to be magically clean.
Looking: at houses I can't afford. 
Playing: Sage's version of hockey, which consists of throwing his hockey stick down the slide at the park and then sliding down the slide to meet it in the sand at the bottom.
Wishing: on stars and eyelashes and 11:11s. 
Enjoying: perfect nights for walks. 
Waiting: for things to fall into place, as they always do.
Liking: the feeling of contentment that I have these days.
Wondering: what next school year will be like, new job and all.
Loving: the idea of change.
Hoping: for some kind of miracle.
Marveling: over the beauty of the earth (which I think I was marveling over last month, actually).
Needing: nothing in particular.
Smelling: lemon and sandalwood (my new favorite scent). 
Wearing: sandals!
Following: so many aussies on instagram. 
Noticing: the way the light has been dancing and bouncing off the things around me. 
Knowing: the future is bright.
Thinking: about how soon I can get myself to the ocean.
Feeling: like a huge bowl of ice cream.
Bookmarking: all kinds of books. bookmarking books? seems about right.
Opening: bills. so many bills.
Laughing: at things I shouldn't. 
Going: places.


and thank you Sydney for the list I used to make this post happen.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

21/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

Two days of rain. Serious puddles. 


Now every morning Sage runs outside and checks the locations of those puddles, only to see that they have been sucked up by the sky. I'm sorry, little bird, but we live in the desert. We have to really jump in those puddles with gusto when we do have them. 


Until next time, rain. 

We'll be waiting for you.




More information on the 52 project here.

Friday, May 23, 2014

the one with a mouse invasion

This post is about my encounters with a mouse (the animal)...I took a picture with a mouse. Because I'm hilarious and so clever, obviously.

Alright, so first things first. We need to rewind to about this time last week.

I was in the bathtub when I looked over into the hallway and saw him. A mouse. Staring at me with his beady little eyes. I know right? What a perv. 

So the mouse and I were just staring at each other -- I would like to say that we were having some sort of stare-down but in all actuality I'm pretty sure we just scared the crap out of each other and were both frozen in a state of shock. He broke the stare-down and ran back down the hall and down the stairs off to who knows where. So there I was, frozen and stuck in the bathtub, like some sort of nude sculpture that was uprooted and thrown into my tub.

Finally I came to the conclusion that I would name the mouse Trevor and we would just coexist in this little apartment together. He would be the daytime tenant and we would be the evening tenants. This was decision enough to unfreeze myself and lift myself out of the tub to at least dry off and get some clothes on, for heaven's sake. 

I have to admit, part of the reason that I was so shaken up about this mouse spotting was because I can't handle the idea of having to set traps and kill a mouse. And clean up a dead mouse. I get it, they're dirty creatures. But honestly, so is Sage sometimes. And we get along just swimmingly. Visions of The Rescuers flashed through my head along with justifications such as, "well they can't be all bad" and, "some people even have mice for pets". 

About a week went by with no more sightings of Trevor. I have to admit, I was pretty much okay with that. I figured he had moved on to bigger and better things. That maybe he had found a mansion to live in where he could even have his own wing where no one bothered him. Maybe he even had a canopy bed? I mean, it's pretty close quarters around here. A mansion would really be better suited for a classy mouse like Trevor. Actually, now that I think about it, I would probably be better suited in a mansion as well. But that's a different story entirely.

Alls well that ends well, right?

Until tonight. 

I was just minding my own business, watching a documentary on Netflix because I am a wild and crazy human being like that, when Trevor scampered across the floor around my feet. I have to admit, I was not really into the coexisting game plan at this point. Mostly because I felt like Trevor was acting like an ex-boyfriend who disappears and then shows back up right when you're starting to get over him. I had decided that Trevor was no longer in our lives anymore, and here he is, scampering around like he owns the place. 

Uhhhhh not so sure about this inconsistency, guy. 

But then...I mean... what about The Rescuers? Or The Great Mouse Detective? The mice in Cinderella? MICKEY AND MINNEY FOR PETE'S SAKE. Not all mice are bad... right? At least the cartoon ones are pretty endearing.

You know, mice get a pretty bad wrap. They generally exist in the pet store as snake food. 

So Trevor and I are on the rocks at this moment, and Colin has decided that he is going to put an end to the whole thing this weekend while he's in town. So the story of our roommate Trevor might just be a short one.


Keep fingers crossed for Trevor landing a home in that mansion.
That would really be the best ending for everyone, you know?

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

sacramento zoo


Last weekend we went to Sacramento for a short trip to see the animals at the zoo (well, and maybe to go to the mall too. I mean, since we were there and everything). We are big fans of zoos and all things animal. Especially since we have been watching The Jungle Book on a loop lately. This seemed to really be the turning point in zoo history, because as we came up to the different animals I proceeded to sing whatever Jungle Book song corresponded to that animal, which Sage thought was prettttttttttttty hilarious. I may have even called him "man cub" while at the zoo. When in Rome, you know?

More of our animal adventures:
Flamingos at the Indianapolis Zoo
Monterey Bay fish zoo (aquarium)
Chicago fish zoo



I also just realized while I was going through my posts that I never finished posting our spring break trip. So look forward to those posts coming up in the next couple of days!

wednesday!


It's been a rainy week around here. Personally, I love the rain. I love the sound of the rain on the windows. I love the way the world looks when it's being washed clean. I love the vibrant colors.

However, I also realize that when it rains I move a little slower. I feel more calm. With that, my motivation to get things done goes down the drain with the rainfall. I want to just curl up and listen to the rain while building towers out of blocks (a favorite around here lately). The things that need to get done get pushed back and the things that calm the soul get pushed to the forefront. Maybe that's why I love the rain so much, because in the desert it doesn't come around often. And when it does, I use it as an excuse to slow down, put on a heavy sweatshirt, and enjoy the moment.

Plus, who doesn't love breaking out rain boots? Wellies have a special place in my heart for no good reason at all.

Remind me why I live in the middle of the desert again?

Saturday, May 17, 2014

20/52


a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

We've gotten back into the habit of going on evening walks, now that spring is in full swing and the colors of the world around us have officially changed from brown to brilliant greens. 

On this particular night, the greens were almost neon and the world looked so unreal that Sage took his tiny sunglasses off to really take in the viridescent canopy above us. 


More information on the 52 project here.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

wednesday!


Today we had some 80 degree goodness and sunshine and beauty. We drove around with the windows down and listened to Ellie Goulding, which seems like appropriate 80 degree weather music.

Sage found these sunglasses in the back seat and decided to claim them as his own. So together we enjoyed the sun and top-40 electro girl pop.

There was even a boy skateboarding down King street -- right in the middle of the lane, but I didn't even mind because it made me think of this:


...at least I thought he was a boy, but as I drove past him (when he switched to skateboarding in the oncoming lane to let me past, generous guy), I realized that he was at least 30. Which almost made the story even better in my mind.

Furthermore, anything that can be related to The Knife immediately gets a free pass.


OH! and the Wes Anderson tribute album came out today. So excuse me while I shimmy on over to iTunes to download that.

Happy Wednesday !!

Monday, May 12, 2014

ten on ten // may

ten photos on the tenth of each month


....except this month.
so here's ten photos on the twelfth.



there was sun and little wind and everything just looked so dang green. it was beautiful, but I'm partial since I am the color green's biggest advocate.

1 // snack on the go
2 // neon
3 // scratch from playing (and falling) too hard
4 // looking up
5 // a lovely seat
6 // memories
7 // shadow people
8 // pathway
9 // welcome home
10 // heartthrob


Two days late, but I couldn't miss out completely. Will you ever be able to forgive me?



joining Rebekah

Saturday, May 10, 2014

19/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

This was capturing an over-the-shoulder game of peek-a-boo that Sage was playing in the tub. 
Where  he would turn around and look at the wall, then WHIP his head around to look at me. laaaaaaaaugh. Back to the wall, back at me. laaaaaaaugh. Hilarious.

This baby could spend hours in the tub if I let him. Stacking foam letters into leaning towers on the side of the tub and WHACKING them back into the water. Filling a cup of water and pouring it slowly back into the tub. Sliding on the floor of the tub on his belly, pushing off the top of the tub with this hands then kicking off the end of the tub with his feet. Back and forth and back and forth. Sitting up and singing songs to himself in his own language. Watching his fingers and toes prune up and feeling the water get cold and seeing the bubbles pop slowly until there cease to be any bubbles left at all.

And eventually, without fail, he takes a cup full of water and dumps it over the side of the tub onto the ground. 
And yup, that's the cue that bath time is over for the day.




More information on the 52 project here.

Friday, May 9, 2014

the times, they are a-changin'

Start this party off by pressing "play" and listening to some Bob Dylan while reading this post.




Welp, it's official. I'm moving to an elementary school next year to teach 4th grade.


Because, after many late nights and many pros and cons lists and many hours spent thinking about what it is that makes me happy.. I have decided to teach at an elementary school next year.

And thankfully, Mark Twain was nice enough to have me.

I'm so excited.

People ask why I decided to make this change so early in my career, and others don't have to ask because they already know and understand. I'm not going to get into specifics, and rant I will not. But just know that I can walk away from this job as a middle school math teacher knowing so many important lessons that I wouldn't have learned in any other situation. Talking with my 8th graders today we came to the conclusion that we met at a time when they needed me and I needed them, and no one will understand what we have been through the past two years except for each other. Now they are going to the high school and I feel as if my job here is done. My job in helping get this particularity difficult group through to the high school. Their job in molding me into the teacher that I am today. A different teacher than I was walking in the door at the beginning of this job. And a different person.

But the future is bright and my excitement is through the roof and it's all smiles around here.

So to celebrate I'm going to get a bag of those Sriracha chips I keep avoiding for no good reason at all, and maybe even a king size candy bar. And probably a large Diet Coke, which isn't anything out of the ordinary so it's barely worth mentioning. Good days and bad days are always ended with a large Diet Coke. There's some beauty in consistency.



Life is good and life is good and life is good.



But for now, enjoy your weekend and may spring bless you with some sun and bare feet in the grass.
Sage, take us out!


Because what kind of post is a post without pictures? I mean, seriously.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

#bringbackourgirls



This Wednesday I'm spreading awareness. 



 #bringbackourgirls

Saturday, May 3, 2014

18/52

a portrait of my child, once a week, every week in 2014

This one was hiding


peeking out from behind the pillow
sure he had found the best hiding place in the whole yard.



More information on the 52 project here.