Saturday, October 11, 2008

T.S. Eliot, William Faulkner, Kirsten Starman??



Sometimes I think too much. I'm telling you I can over-analyze like no other. For instance, I have started this blog post three times today, just to delete it. It's funny that when you think you have a lot to say, or blog as it is, you sit down and nothing comes out. Pardon the stream of consciousness post...it's the best I can do today.

First, let me tell you how much fun it was to have the Winn's in town. We partied like rock stars and realized we are way to old for such shenanigans. As fun as it was, it was bittersweet for me. I miss Stephanie more than I realized. I really do believe in my heart we will be friends forever. But the reality has set in. We will be long distant friends forever. They would be crazy to leave their beautiful house and all their family and the chances of us moving to Fremont, Nebraska are very slim, to say the least. I miss meeting at Target, taking the kids to the park, to the zoo, to Wendy's. I miss going over to their house for dinner on a whim. I remember my mom telling me one time, "When you die, if you can count your good friends on one hand, consider yourself lucky." Well, one down.

Work...argh. Scott has been gone a lot. Vegas, Salt Lake, the aforementioned trip to Omaha, Vegas and back to Vegas next week. It's better than the alternative; having no work. But his absence is exhausting for all of us. My job has been pretty challenging lately as well and I can sum it up in one word...budgets. Unless you live under a rock, you know that the economy is, uh ,well, volatile. Makes putting together budgets, especially the part when you tell people how much your services are going to cost them, fun. Car accident fun. Hemorrhoid fun. Besides that, look what happened to some of our constituents in Windsor yesterday. I took this picture this morning since yesterday morning there was so much water gushing out, I had to stand on the play structure behind the fence to survey what was going on. The poor homeowner said, "It sounds like a jet!" I thought, it sounds like a lot of money that no one is going to want to spend. Sweet.

Scott and I had our first ever parent-teacher conference on Friday afternoon. Talk about a milestone. The report from Mrs. Hess was about what we expected. Rowan is trending to be a class leader and a little above where she should be academically. Right on target socially. We were both so impressed with her teacher, the curriculum and the very detailed progress system they have for preschoolers. Looks like she will do pre-K next year and we are crossing our fingers for all day kindergarten the year after. Rowan still loves it. She said to me last week, "I want to go to school all day because I just love school."



And then there is Tressin who, although she still doesn't say any real words, makes us laugh and keeps us on our toes; she loves to play with everything she is not supposed to and nothing she is supposed to. Her pediatrician and Kelly keep me on an even kilter when it comes to her speech, or lack thereof. At her last well-check, I expressed my concern, "She doesn't say anything. Maybe a rare ma or da. But that's it." At first he patiently explained to me that she was fine, that it was very common in second children, especially with an older sibling that is quite verbal (enter Rowan). I continued to prod and question, so he did some very basic autism evaluations. "Tressin," he said. She looked right at him. He pointed to a poster on the wall, "What's that?" She looked right over at it. She's fine, he said. Freakazoid mother was still not satisfied and I think he was starting to lose his patience a little. "Do you think she hears okay?" he asked. "Yes." "SHE'S FINE!" Okay, okay, okay.


It's cold and rainy and I won't be surprised if there is snow on the ground tomorrow morning. We went for a walk today and I took a picture of this barn I always admire when we walk to the other side of the subdivision. It's so "American". I love it. Our good ole buddy Tango is buried on the bank of the pond you can barely see in the foreground. I guess he gets to enjoy it all the time.

My dad and Vee will be saying goodbye to St Cloud, Minnesota and heading back to Alamosa on Monday. We are happy to have them a little closer but pretty bummed we can't be at the big going away party tonight. Oh well, our livers will thank us.

Oh yeah. Remind to not talk about football on this blog anymore. Remember "All three Starman team are undefeated"? I jinxed them. The Buffs and Huskers have not won since. So I am not even going to say Go Broncos! Whoops.

That's that.

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