Thursday, April 30, 2009


So last night I discovered a small pool of water in our closet that was leaking from the ceiling (the attic is above our closet ceiling). I hollar to Nate and he runs up to the attic to find a TROLL living above us. Just kidding, that would have been cool, but no. Our AC was leaking and was creating a huge mess for us. Not as exciting as finding a hairy toed Troll lurking in our attic...but a nuisance, never the less. Well, my poor husband bonked his head on a beam, and while flinching from the contact, lost his footing and fell through the ceiling. The picture shown is what results from falling through the ceiling. Poor guy. If it ain't one thing, it's another is his motto. :)
Thankfully he wasn't too badly wounded. The picture above is only what was modest enough to show you how he hurt himself. The owie goes much deeper :) So if you see my man, give him a pat on the back.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

flying food

Today I went over to my brother's house to help him pack up some of his stuff for his big move coming up. We took a break with Nate & Wesley and cruised over to Miller's BBQ for lunch. Wesley has been a little grumpy since he woke up Thursday morning with the sniffles and he didn't get a nap AND he is teething mighty fiercely. Well, at the restaurant, there was a sweet couple sitting next to us and Wesley kept making eyes at them...being silly and what not. He wasn't too interested in his food. Fatigue and discomfort were too strong a presence and he just didn't want to eat. Well, he picked up his fork (with some fruit salad on it) and flung his arms in the air, sending a nice slobbery banana (and some juice) right onto the lady at the table next to us.

Oh man, I was so embarrassed. Brandon started laughing, Nathan started scolding, and I just kept apologizing to the lady (who was so good-natured and said not to worry about it).

Ok, that's all, the end.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I Name You Meg

"I Name you Echthroi.
I Name you Meg.
I Name you Calvin.
I Name you Mr. Jenkins.
I Name you Proginoskes.
I fill you with Naming.
Be, butterfly and behemoth,
be galaxy and grasshopper,
star and sparrow,
you matter,
you are,
Be caterpillar and comet,
Be porcupine and planet,
sea sand and solar system,
sing with us,
dance with us,
rejoice with us,
for the glory of creation,
seagulls and seraphim
angle worms and angel host,
chrysanthemum and cherubim.
(O cherubim.)
Sing for the glory
of the living and the loving
the flaming of creation
sing with us
dance with us
be with us.
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Wind in the Door

Tuesday, April 14, 2009


We had such a fun Easter Sunday! It was nice playing outside, though the weather was forecast as dreary and was gorgeous and warm! How was your day of celebration? What an incredible opportunity we have to celebrate a living King. So often our hearts are pointed to personal idols, selfish ambitions, internal battles. But Easter Sunday is a day to let our joy ring because our King is ALIVE today.

I was thinking about my great-grandmother yesterday. She was born in 1884 and she died in 1986.....yep. That's a pretty long life. She lived through the turn of the century, the sinking of the Titanic, the Great Depression, the bombing of Pearl Harbor, the Industrial Revolution, the building of highways, assassinations, wars, influenza epidemics, peace treaties, discoveries, and lunar exploration. WOW. Pretty intense, huh?

Obviously, history fascinates me, and I wonder what I will see in my lifetime. What Wesley will see, what the future holds and how our past will affect that future. It's quite overwhelming. When I was a little kid I used to daydream about living forever and ever and ever and seeing the world change. I never minded the fact that I was alone in my daydreams, exploring the earth as it turned slowly on it's axis. As an adult, I see how childish that daydream was, but it sure entertained my silly imagination. I also used to wish I was a mermaid, so don't take me too seriously, people. ;)

Not quite sure where I'm going with all these musings, but I do enjoy thinking about all the things my great-grandmother Escamilla lived through. Now, I never knew her. I was just 2 when she died. So, I don't know if she truly "lived". If she read the news or if she questioned her place in this world. For all I know, she just stayed in her tiny house in the valley. I think I'll ask my mom and aunts a little more about her the next time we all get together....

Friday, April 10, 2009

He's the King, I tell You.

"Ooh!" said Susan, "I'd thougth he was a man. Is he--quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion."

"That you will, dearie, and no mistake," said Mrs. Beaver, "if there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else silly."

"Then he isn't safe?" said Lucy.

"Safe?" said Mr. Beaver. "Don't you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."

Sunday, April 05, 2009


Sometimes I forget that I am a grown up. I forget that a trip to Rome is only 2 connections away and that if I need some air to breathe, I have a car that I can pack up and drive to the Redwood forests. Or the mountains. I've mentioned before that the forests and mountains are my special places. Walking in the woods, seeing the sun split the sky above a great range of mountainous rock....those are the precious moments in life that take my breath away. The sea for me often turns my heart, but my great love is for the smell of pine and sap and earth. While the calming heartbeat of the ocean is a joy to receive, the light breaking through the leaves of the tallest trees is a true delight.

Of course driving to the mountains and forests that I love so dearly is held back by responsibility. Nate has his work and I have mine. We have our family to raise and our community to build up...and a dog to walk. So even though I have the freedom to run off to the places that I dream of, we have our responsibilities.

I told Nate this morning that I have this very unsatisfied heart right now. Yes, I praise God for his tender provisions in our life. A stable home, a close, loving family, friends to enjoy life with.

But I've been longing.
For what?
"Oh a million unobtainable things" (from the mouth of Vicky Austen, one of my fictional heroines and dearest of friends).
What to do about it?
"Press on." (from the thoughts of my dearest husband)

So on this Palm Sunday as I quietly consider it's meaning and purpose, I praise God for the freedoms I have. Freedom to work, to run, to praise, to dream, to weep, to laugh, to listen.
I am free.


Saturday, April 04, 2009


I have a few confessions to make:
1. My house is (was) a complete disaster this entire week.
2. It's because I spent any free time I usually would put towards household chores to...yes, you guessed correctly: READING. Wesley is just lucky he got bathed this week. ;)
3. When I enter the imaginary world of myths and legends...I don't leave. For a very long time.
4. I've had my head in the clouds for a ridiculous amount of time. More than any respectable adult should.

I have more confessions, but I don't want you to think too poorly of me. I really am quite ridiculous. I did do some serious cleaning this morning (still have a ways to go...vacuuming, etc.) but I have yet to catch up on our piles of laundry. hehe. Nathan was as patient as he could be with any wife who refused to go to bed at a decent hour because she was stuck to a book until 3 in the morning every night. I read Twilight in 6 hours on Monday night. I started at about 930 after Wes went to bed and read until 3. Tuesday, I read during naptime, on the swing in our backyard while Wesley was playing outside, and then once again, after bedtime. Staying up, once again, until 23o. Wednesday was a busy no chance of reading much, but once again, I stayed up quite late...4am, finishing the third book. (Thanks Jena Pair, for lending me the last two). Thursday, well, I was a little tired and had a busy day, so I only read until about midnight, I was about last night, Friday night, after bedtime (once again) I stayed up until 2 and finished the series.

As with all series that I finish, I feel quite sad. I am just glad Eragon (The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini) still has one more book to put out....but I know I will grieve it's finale in the end as well.

I don't have time to review my opinion of the books, and I'm not certain any of you really care what I think, but I'd love to get together with anyone who's read them and discuss them. Coffee anyone? (tea for me, please).

Silly me...always dreaming....

Wednesday, April 01, 2009

True Story

Phone rings. I answer knowing I will not want to talk to this person, but know they will keep calling if I don't answer. 

Me: "Hello."

Girl: "Mr. Payne, Good Evening. I'm calling to tell you that you have been entered into a drawing sponsored by Visa, MasterCard, and American Express. You do have one of those cards, correct."

Me: "Yes maam, I do." (Who doesn't)

Girl: "The grandprize for the sweepstakes is $25,000. The second place prize is blah, blah, blah, blah....."

Me: (interupting as politely as possible) "I'm sorry. I'm not interested."

Girl: "......blah, blah, Oh. Well can you give me just a few minutes of your time?"

Me: "No sorry. I'm not interested."

Girl: (a little annoyed) "So you can't give me a few minutes of your time?"

Me: "Sorry. I can't."

Girl: (With just a little too much attitude for someone who needs something from me) "Why not?"

Me: "Because I'm kinda busy right now." (Still being as polite as possible)

Girl: "Fine." (Hangs up)

Good Times