Tuesday, February 23, 2010

What do you hope for?

I figured it was about time for a second guest post!


So, as of late I've had a lot of my friends adding children to their families or trying to add children to their families.  There have been stories full of joy that would make your heart soar so high it might obtain a fear of heights. And I've had friends that have fought battles that would make you're spirit shudder at the depths of the darkness they have endured. All this family-ness has gotten me thinking...because one day I want a large family...I know I need to clarify this because thanks to TLC the concept of a large family has been redefined. Growing up, I was one of five children (plus an additional foster child every now & again) and in those days (wow, I'm officially old enough to say "in those days") we, as a family of seven, were considered a large family.  People would stare at us when we went out to eat (and THAT was a rarity!).  I'm sure it didn't help that my father was one of the most popular teachers in our tiny town or that  my mom loved to paint our fingernails Peacock Blue...but EVERYONE knew the Siclari's. If we weren't easily targeted for our family size...we were oh so easily picked out by the Volkswagon van that we always seemed to own.


Aaaand, back to the point...all these people adding or trying to add children to their families have me at this weird in between stage in my life. Mom, MIL, don't get your hopes up, we're not working on adding children to our life quite yet, there's still that trip to Italy first!  But I've definitely been thinking about it more & more. When my husband & I do make that important decision; one that brings a new life into our family...what do I hope for?
I don't know how many of you know, but my dream family isn't necessarily a conventional family...I want a minimum of 4 children and I'm definitely not looking to birth them all (if any). It's crazy to think that I, well, my husband & I have the power to mold a life! I'll get to teach them things & watch their little eyes when it all finally makes sense! I'll get to introduce them to the concept of a home.  We'll teach them what a Mama & Papa (yes, Papa, that's what we called my dad & I would LOVE for my children to do the same! None of this Daddy stuff )  ;)
There is so much at which to wonder, and so much to fear! What if I'm a terrible mother? What if I fail to control my temper? What if my husband is more attentive to children outside our marriage than he is to his own family? What if I can't handle the pressure? What if my children think I'm terrible? What if my husband & I drift apart?
You see? There's so many positives & negatives to think about...but these, these are my hopes:

~ To find & live out the balance of a friend & disciplinarian for my children.
~ Make sure each & every child knows how deep & unconditional my love is for them.
~ *this is only most because I totally plan on each kid learning an instrument & a sport that they will play until their early teens when they'll be allowed to decide if they want to stick with it.
~ To be an active & healthy family (we're working on that before kids)
~ Be the cool mom,  but with boundaries.
~ I want the house that is a never ending revolving door of kids (as in my children's friends)
~ That my house will be a safe place.
~ My children will always be able to talk to me.
~ I want my children to find a best friend in each other.
~ My house will stimulate creativity & fun.
~ No child will ever be embarrassed to hug, kiss, & tell us that they love us.
~ That each child will have a drive in something: sports, grades, career, art, etc.
~ That each child will love to read & be read to.
~ My husband will show our children how much he loves them, by continuing to love me.
~ I will show our children how much I love them, by continuing to love my husband.
~ My husband & I would only fall more in love with each other.
~ Our children, each of them, will know how incredibly important & special they are each in their own way.

~ The importance of family & a sense of belonging will be consistent in our home.
~ That my family will know: Family runs deeper & thicker than blood.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

How do you fry running shoes?

Hello internet! Well at least hello to all two of Emily's readers! Except...I know I'm a reader...so I guess that means I'll only be guest posting to one other reader...Nice to "meet" you reader, I'm Tricia!

Now if you really are an avid reader of Emily's blog you'll note two things:
1. This post is not following any of the guidelines she gave me :)
2. I entitled this post with a question just as she does! Be proud!

Now onto the story...because I know what you're thinking. Why would anyone want to fry running shoes?

This weekend I was out of town to go wedding dress shopping with my seester so the hubs took full advantage of my absence by cooking/frying/eating all things aquatic. You see I'm not a fan of eating aquatics...I detest the taste of fishiness! Upon my return I walked into what smelled like Captain D's...but was sadly enough my kitchen. My husband has this terrible habit of cooking overly aromatic foods without airing out the house. #fail. So of course the first thing I do is pull out the Winter Frost Febreeze & attempt to neutralize the smells permeating my kitchen--that was Sunday...today, Tuesday, it was JUST getting back to a normal aroma...that is until this morning, when my husband decided to fry my brand new running shoes.

My husband is quite the fan of Alton Brown...making homemade bread, crackers, and doughnuts. I must admit that this affair with Alton has been quite tasty...until today. Today the hubs was home sick today with this recurring headache. And while it kept him from being able to crunch numbers all day it did not keep him from some serious house cleaning/rearranging mojo. This morning one of these ventures included straining oil to store & reuse. So he looked it up, watched his man-crush Alton on the internets via youtube, got dark colored bottles ready, and got to work. Now his only problem was that all his straining materials were on the table & the fryer was on the counter...across the kitchen. Of course he's going to move the fryer TO the supply table. Now I have a VERY intelligent husband, and I love him dearly, but sometimes...sometimes he just doesn't employ that intelligence. He picked up the fryer; one hand on the side...the other hand holding the opened lid.

I know, internet, I know...you're saying, out loud, to that empty room you're sitting in while reading this riveting post, "Why didn't he CLOSE the fryer before transporting it across the kitchen?!?" ::sigh:: Well, internet, I fear that would have made too much sense for my dear husband...I will gladly blame it on his headache & give him the credit that if he weren't suffering from such intense pain he would have thought of that prior to the catastrophe I'm about to recreate for you, here, on the internet.

While Adam is in the kitchen embarking on his oil recycling project I'm in the living room trying to straighten up. We're occasionally talking back & forth through the partition separating the two rooms. It was a nice light conversation, nothing too deep, nothing that would lead to an argument. When all of a sudden out of nowhere the hubs yelled out (I'll be changing the actual words yelled since I have a sneaking suspicion that his parents are the other regular reader of this blog) so yes, he yelled out, "Oh my stars, daisies are blooming!"

Immediately I knew something was wrong & I dropped what I was doing & ran into the kitchen--then slid. Yeah, you heard me slid. Why did I slide? Oh, I don't know...it might just have something to do with the 1.5 quarts of oil oozing across our kitchen floor. Once I caught my balance I was able to take in the entire room, and my heart broke; there stood the hubs with THE most pitiful, heartbreaking look of grief on his face as he said, "I'm so sorry, SO so sorry!"
I'm all, "Dude, it's not your fault...it's ok."

To which he replied, "I can't believe I just spilled oil all over your brand new running shoes!"

I'm sorry, come again? Did he just say he spilled the oil on my shoes!?! My NEW running shoes? The ones that stilled SMELLED NEW? The ones we saved up for so I could have the good ones? ::breathe, breathe:: He didn't do this on purpose...your the one that left your shoes in the kitchen, ::breathe::


"They're just shoes, Adam...::gulp:: they can be washed. It's not like you did it on purpose, right?"
That's when I saw a crack of a smile on that poor mans face. We began to try and mop up the ever growing puddle of oil from the floor, my BRAND NEW RUNNING SHOES, and the hubs pants.

The shoes are now on their fourth, yes fourth, spin through the wash & are smelling a little less of fried crawfish & a little more like freshness. ::sigh::

And that, dear internet, that is how one fries running shoes. If you need any tips or would like the recipe just let me know!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

What do you say when someone asks to “Guest Post” on your blog?


Get ready readers. Oh yes, both of you. I have had a request from one of my most favorite people on the planet to do a guest post on my blog. She's crafty, smart, and so very interesting….how in the world could I turn her down?!

My wonderful sister-in-law read a recent Stuff Christians Like post and requested that she be given authority to post something on my blog. How fun!

I'm taking this as a compliment that I have so many wonderful readers and she wants to be heard (not as a hint that I'm not updating my blog enough…no wait, that can't be it, she hasn't updated her since December 10th).

I'm working on a list of "Acceptable Blog Topics" for her to use as guidance. I know she will probably pay them no attention, but I wanted to give her some fun ideas.
  1. Why is Emily such an amazing sister-in-law?
  2. Why is the sky blue?
  3. If you had to pick one, what is your favorite color M&M? Why?
  4. What CD is in your car CD player right now? What are your thoughts about that band (love them/hate them)?
  5. What are the three things I can't go a day without? Why?
Topics that should not be discussed on the blog:
  1. How did Emily become such a horrible person?
  2. What are my thoughts on cats? (or cat food, or cat poop, or catnip…just leave all cats off the blog)
  3. Work (Emily's work, your work, Jace's work, etc.) The blog is supposed to be fun. You may however talk about God's work (how's that for a Sunday School answer?).
  4. Why is Emily so obsessed with Twilight? (don't even go there!)
  5. Don't judge! The blog is not for Judging (lest thou be counter judged!)
Do you have any other fun suggestions for Tricia? Please feel free to leave your comments below. I look forward to seeing what she has to say.