Oh Sharon!

A couple weeks back I went on a mini trip with a friend to pick up some very awesome theater seats. On the way I decided to use my GPS. Despite the facts that 1. the route was fairly easy 2. we had printed directions, I still impressed the need to use the GPS. I hate my GPS but I love frustrating it by going a different route than “directed”. There’s something with in me that enjoys antagonizing machines (I think it’s revenge for all the freezing and crashing I’ve experienced while in grad school). I confess my demented thought process to my pal and she then proceeds to agree that we must use it. She dubs the GPS “Sharon” after listening to her voice correct us repeatedly throughout the mini trip.

Sharon and I embarked on another adventure this weekend when the hubs and I journeyed away on our “paren-cation”. The hubs loves Sharon and often insist on using her even when driving locally. While enjoying Southern California this weekend we decided to head back to the resort. We are in mid-discussion when we both look to watch ourselves pass by our destination. Yes, Sharon is still insisting that we are not there and I begin to laugh because hubs is not slowing down, despite the direct observation, it’s as if “the machine is never wrong”. And that made me think of this…

A weekend away

We found a “meema” aka grandma to watch our wee ones and we shoved clothes in a bag as quickly as possible and bolted for the car. As we embarked on our lengthy but worth it drive, I contemplated what we should call this weekend away. I mean vacation wasn’t appropriate because our home wasn’t left vacant by our absence. Trip didn’t seem right because we didn’t “fall” into this, it was very much planned. Perhaps a “Paren-cation” or a “Adultaway”?

Perhaps there is no name for it? I even started thinking maybe what we’re doing is unheard of…you know, going away without your small children. On our way out of town I began questioning if we broke some kind of cosmic rule that states “must be bound to children till they reach tweens”. I don’t know? What do you think? What does one call this?

September 09 bookclub read

This month the “book club thing-y” will be reading Henri Nouwen’s “Reaching Out.”

For those of you interested in reading along or attending one of the meetings here is a run down on the club. We read 1 book a month and meet at the end of the month to discuss the read. At each meeting we select the next read for the following month (all suggestions are welcome). This is a gals only club and I must admit I love that feature.

So what are you reading this month?

Todays Quote

“Writing eases my suffering… writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.”

Gao Xingjian
Nobel Prize for Literature,1940

My apologies, here’s a recap

Of the month of august.

We went to the Fresno Met for Bob the Builder.

(I’m still pondering a membership. Something in me thinks it’s terribly wrong not to support the arts or museums that think of my kids)

Did I mention we also played with Playdough?

Well technically David and Titus played and Cor and I slept.

We entertained our sweet boy Marcus!

(doing our best not to make wedding plans while they’re 1)

The Boys climbed Half Dome

(I believe the exact description they gave me was “It was a cake walk” I know…I hate them too.)

We also canoed down the San Joaquin river

(If you haven’t yet, you must. Just let us know!you can read more about the trip at This site which belongs to our dear friends who joined us)

August was full of celebrations, education, and potty training as well. I hope your summer was full of adventure too.

Now on to September!