Monday, March 23, 2009
He and Clancey were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying their shiny tubular cheese, when Clancey took a big bite off the top. As any fans of string cheese know, there are two ways to approach this interesting dairy product. One can carefully pull the "strings" down the side of the cheese, or one can bite a hunk off the top. I, myself, have always been a "stringer". My dear husband, a "hunker." Apparently my oldest offspring takes after me as he too carefully shreds bite by bite. Now we realize the littlest VanOort is a hunker.
Marshall, watching his brother devour his cheese says "Mommy, I guess that's just the kind of man he's going to be."
Bless my little thinker. :-)
Friday, March 20, 2009
The North Cedar Post Prom Committee had their annual cake auction last week....the cursed cake auction, as it's now known in our house. This exact week LAST year Marshall ended up in the hospital with pneumonia, therefore ending my efforts to produce a cake for the cake auction. THIS year, exact same week, Clancey ended up in the hospital, but not until AFTER I quickly produced these two little beauties. I've thought about my cake for next year, but I really don't think Levi wants to be next on the list of admissions.
Below are a few of my past cake auction contributions....these did not require hospital stays.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Imagine yourself, at home, spiffing up for an elegant evening out. You feel your best because you're in a snazzy outfit. You get in your car, drive a few blocks to where a friendly gentleman greets you with an umbrella (its drizzling in this fantasy) and parks your car after escorting you dryly inside. Upon entering the building the coat check frees you of your overgarments. As you emerge into the fancy soiree, styled with twinkling lights and the warm glow of candles, you are greeted by friends and offered delicious hors d'oeuvres and cocktails (mocktails actually...all the better, no hangover). You mingle with the other gala guests and enjoy the musical stylings of a very talented jazz band. As the dinner hour approaches you find your table, which is beautifully decorated and reminds you of a very elegant bistro, where you find a delicious salad awaiting you. Flaky, soft, warm bread arrives moments later. Then the main course, which cannot be described in words just how delicious the food is...the quality of food that makes you ooh and aah after every bite and turn to your fellow guests and ask if they have tried this or that yet because it is SOOO good. As you feel you are approaching the point you simply cannot muster another bite the dessert cart rolls up. Oh...there is a little more room in your tummy for these delectable, sweet, decadent morsels. As you finish this masterpiece of a meal you are now entertained by possibly the most talented singer since Johnny Cash himself....a low, resonant baritone that impresses all who are wondering when this fabulous event will be held again. Oh what a melodic way to end a scrumptious evening.
Yay me, this is what I got to do last night! The North Cedar PTO held it's first ever "Night to Remember" Dinner Gala Fundraiser and oh was it ever a night to remember.
This little guy knows spring is coming! I'm going to keep dead chives every year...so I'll know exactly when spring is coming. This poor little plant had withered away to nothing, but I felt terrible throwing it out as the planter full of herbs had come from my dear brother and sister-in-law's wedding. (sorry guys, I couldn't keep it alive) THEN A MIRACLE OCCURRED. Last week it started sprouting....and now it's REALLY sprouting!
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Addendum: As I was doing the dishes, listening to Levi work with Marshall on these advanced principles I started thinking hmmmm....people who read this might think my hubbie is some kind of nut standing over our child drilling him on multiplication tables. Please rest assured they are having a ball. Marshall loves to learn and Levi loves to teach. To give him some props, Levi was one of the most sought after calculus tutors at Iowa State and one of the most popular Computer Sciene teaching assistants. He has a gift. A very special gift...for making complex subjects fun and easy to learn. Marshall and Clancey are two lucky little boys.
There are great people here. Frankly there are people who were born here...people whose parents were born here that say they are outsiders. The joke from one of them is "We're third generation outsiders". Sad. I feel like I'm approaching a soapbox here....my platforms are laying on the ground, starting to be assembled....the heightened soapbox position may come soon. This is something that is unacceptable to me. I realize I've lived here only 5 years and in many "native" people's minds I should keep my yap shut...I've been told as much. I want to live in a community that welcomes newcomers with open arms, assists those newcomers with finding their niche to get involved, and celebrates life's simple joys TOGETHER. There shouldn't be an outside or inside. There should just be a community of people. The territoriality needs to end. What is there to be so territorial about here? We have a downtown that has declined to the point of being nearly empty, volunteer groups that have all but disbanded due to the "smog" I previously described and people who are sad.
I won't stop striving to make this a welcoming place. I think it's important and when things are important I just can't give up.