Monday, December 31, 2012

Cabin Fever

So what happens after a week without power? Cabin fever. And what happens when I get cabin fever? Apparently a take a pair of scissors and chop my hair with all the angry passion of Mabel when she gets cold and wet and races around the house with her bottom tucked.

I don't know. Just go with it.

Looks like I need to visit my friend Juli and get it trimmed up.

So that's me. Happy New Year's Eve!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

No Spark, Entergy.

So, our power went out Christmas night and hasn't been on since. I'm just sick. Not to mention cold and at the end of my rope. Prayers for our chilled little family are much appreciated. We're on day six, and the temps at night have been in the low 20's.

I want to thank the linemen and engineers who are working so hard in our city. But to corporate Entergy, not so much. They don't maintain right of ways at all, putting us in this position and putting their workers in danger. So if you want to send prayers, and maybe a harshly worded letter to Entergy, I'd be mighty grateful.

*photo of the unmaintained right of way directly behind our house.

Saturday, December 22, 2012

We Wish You A Merry Christmas

They say we may have a white Christmas. Matt and I are off work. Jane is home. We're puttering around, getting to know our new house, looking at the neighborhood Christmas lights, and trying to get things in order. We are so, so thankful.

So far, my favorite time is early morning. The sun streams through the back windows and everything is quiet. Thank you Lord. Our family is is finally home. Merry Christmas to everyone!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

The Wind Is Blowing...

A cold front is moving in, and gray clouds are speeding across the sky. The sun peeps out every now and then, and I keep running from room to room to see how the sun patterns fall across the floors. We're ready to paint, and I can't wait to see how things look different with the grays and blues we picked.

Jane's Santa stash is in the coat closet. The Christmas tree is ready. We're still in boxes, but I'm so happy. Truly.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

And I Keep Saying Goodbye To My Sisters...

Rachel and her sweet husband are moving away today. He graduated and found a job... and they're leaving today. She came over last night, bringing more paint and borrowed movies. We skyped with Rebecca. We all laughed about Rebecca's students, Jane, and farting (those last two not being mutually exclusive). I gave Rebecca a house tour by carrying my phone around camera-forward, and we marveled at the fact that the previous owners deemed it prudent to use oil paint on all the upstairs trim in the same color as Melanie Griffith's pantyhose in the movie Working Girl.

My sisters are probably the only two people on earth who dislike that shade of beige as much as me.

I don't like saying goodbye to my sisters. In fact, it is a hole in my heart. But this is the world we live in. It's a world where you have to stretch your wings and create a life for yourself. That life might not be near family, or sisters, or friends. And I have to remember that Rebecca and Rachel are not responsible for my happiness. No one is. Just me.

So I will be happy. Why? Because I ignore reality and stick my head in the ground and pretend? No. Because I believe God commands me to be happy. Content. Grateful.

"Be joyful always." 1 Thessalonians 5:16

What a tiny verse. What a powerful message. Be joyful. ALWAYS.

When sisters move away.
When loved ones pass.
When money is gone.
When everyone around you says, "I don't know how you're doing this."

Be joyful.

This is the part of being a Christian that doesn't make sense to the world. But oh how it will change your life.

So instead of focusing on the my loss, I'm choosing joy (as my good friend Sara always preached). I'm focusing on how lucky I am to have easy access to my sisters. Phone calls no longer cost $20 a pop for "long distance charges" anymore. Face to face skyping... I mean.. how amazing is this age we live in? It blew my mind last night that my sister and I (in Little Rock, Arkansas) were talking in real time with Rebecca in CHINA while admiring her nose ring. It's amazing and I'm thankful.

Today, I will be joyful. And as always, oh so very proud of my sisters.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012


I finally found my blow dryer. It was buried in a box with extension cords, Lysol, Jane's church shoes and a pack of gum. I really don't recommend moving.

But the good news is we're here, I found my owl family, and Jane has a Christmas tree.

I don't even want to think about painting!

Monday, December 17, 2012

Quiet Monday

The events of last Friday have left me shaken. They've left everyone shaken. I pray that things change in our country. I pray that it's harder for people to get guns. I pray that security is tighter around schools. I pray that things do not stay the same. Amen.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Home Sweet Home

It was touch and go at times, but we're here. We're finally moved in and home. I feel like this house said "Welcome Liz" when I walked through the door. And not in a creepy Overlook Hotel way. More like a house in a John Hughes movie way.

I'm going to go sit, stare at the wall and smile the smile of a woman who never thought she could love a home this much. Happy weekend to you all!

Friday, December 14, 2012


4 years ago today I lost one of the best friends I'll ever have. At least once a week I have an irrational urge to call her cell phone.

When you were in Angela's inner circle, that was it. You were loved unconditionally. She was your friend, champion, and supporter for life. No matter if you did something dumb, or disappointed her, or made her mad. I learned so much about family and love from her.

But I think she's happy with the way things have gone since she left. I know how much she would have loved Jane. I know she would be so proud of her sister Anna who raises money for breast cancer and works for her own business now. I know she's happy that Bryan found a wonderful woman that's now his fiancee (hi Mo). And I know that her father's new life would make her smile, just like this picture.

And without a doubt, had she lived, she would probably be over in China with Rebecca on an extended vacation. The two of them would have gotten into so much trouble and probably eaten a lot of flash fried crispy scorpions in Shanghai.. and then made fun of me for being too chicken to do it.

I love you Ang. You will never be forgotten, and we will see you again.

Monday, December 10, 2012


*Hey guys. I seriously need to sell this Anthropologie bedding. It's way marked down here. Check it out!

As many of you know, I've been pining for a cuckoo clock for a while.
A long, long, long, while.
I've also wanted a painted cuckoo clock.
And to buy one of those you have to be a billionaire.
Another kink in the rug?
Cuckoo clocks are super duper expensive.
And just not the kind of thing you want to whip out
a can of spray paint for.
And then it dawned on me:
"I bet there are junker cuckoo clocks on ebay."

It turns out there are.
They have missing parts,
and mostly don't work,
but they're there and I don't feel bad painting those.
So yesterday I bought my Christmas present from Matt.
A $20 junker cuckoo that is destined for a coat of paint.
It works, but it's missing the weights at the bottom.
That's fine by me, Jane would just rip them down anyway.
I can't wait!

Merry Friggin Christmas

I laughed a couple hundred calories off at this picture,
and then I realized Jane's expression pretty much
sums up our lives right now.

We are still waiting to close on the house.
Paint cans are ready.
Boxes are stacked.
Our trigger fingers are twitchy,
and yet,
we're still waiting.
The roofers are STILL working.

Merry Friggin Christmas.

*I really do know everything will be ok and 
things always work out,
but sometimes you just have to gripe,
you know?

Friday, December 7, 2012

And Then There Comes A Day When You Just Want To Stand On a Mountain and Yell, "Release the Kraken!"


First, let me say that on the scale of world trauma and despair  this is a tiny blip on the radar. But my radar is still beeping. Actually its just the tinnitus ringing in my right ear, a warning that a migraine could be on its way.

And why shouldn't it?

The long and the short of it is that we were supposed to close on our house today. The roofers were supposed to be finished yesterday. I drove by this morning and there's about 30 shingles laid and two old fellas that bear a strong resemblance to Santa were working.

Oh, and it's supposed to rain all weekend.

There was a part of me that wanted to jump out of the car, climb the ladder in my work clothes and say, "Seriously? Less Santa, more elves!!!"

Elves would have had the roof done by Wednesday evening.


Bah Humbug.
I think this calls for a trip to the vending machine this afternoon.
Good idea Honey Boo Boo.
Cheese balls it is.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Merry Christmas Indeed

Meet Yana. You can read about her here. Long and the short of it is this: she needs to be adopted. She lives in Eastern Europe, and I don't need to tell you how awful it is to be in an orphanage there, let alone to be a special needs child. It makes my heart hurt.

As we buzz about buying plastic tea sets and expensive electronics this Christmas season for our families, let's pause and think about what we could be doing with our money that would really matter. Not that buying presents doesn't matter, but when compared to Yana... it's pales in comparison.

Please consider donating to the family that would like to adopt her. Maybe just buy one less plastic tea set, or one less dvd? It wouldn't make any difference to you in the long run, but it will to this sweet baby.

Donate HERE.

Matthew 18:1-19:30

At that time the disciples came to Jesus, saying, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” And calling to him a child, he put him in the midst of them and said, “Truly, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. “Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, ...

No Hit

We've welcomed the toddlerhood in with a bang here in the Owen household. There's lots of I's happening.

"I get down."
"I get Daddy."
"I do it."

Jane was very upset yesterday morning. I was getting ready for work, and she didn't want me to get ready for work. She wanted me to hold her. So as I was putting on my shoes I said, "Jane, just a minute and I will hold you."

And believe me. She understands almost everything I say.

But she didn't have the words to say, "This is an emergency mother. If you don't hold me now I might die."

So she hit me on the arm. Hard.

Now, I'm the oldest of three kids. I was six when Rebecca was born. I was ten when Rachel came into the world. I'm not unfamiliar with this phase. So I know that this whole "hitting the parents" thing has to be nipped in the bud or you wind up with a thirteen year old swinging for your jaw.

Not that my sisters ever did that. But they might have had they been allowed to create a reign of terror as toddlers. Let's face it. We all would.

I immediately grabbed her hands and said in a really mean voice (and oh did it kill me to do it), "No, you never, ever hit mommy. Never. That's very bad. No hit."

That was like throwing gasoline on a fire, and she threw herself to the side and began to wail. I continued to put on my shoes and then I picked her up.

"See, I told you I would hold you in a minute," I said, trying my hardest not to cry because I HATE getting on to her.

She sniffled and buried her head in my chest. I just kept talking to her like she could understand everything I was saying, because hey, she can most of the time.

"I know you wanted me to hold you, but you cannot hit mommy. No hit."

She raised up her curly head and bit her hand, "No bite?"

I nodded, " That's right. No bite and not hit."

*I'm guessing these are daycare motto's as well.

She lightly slapped my arm again and smiled, "No hit."

Little devil.

Then she hugged me and I held her. I still needed to fix my makeup and pack a lunch, but I didn't. She needed to be held more than I needed to be on time. I thought my heart might burst out of my chest as she talked to herself muttering "no hit" as she hugged me.

This parenting thing is hard. And it's not the changing diapers or late nights like I thought it would be. It's the fact that this little girl is her own person... and I desperately want to raise her in a way that makes her better, but doesn't crush or repress or change who she is.

I'm including that in my prayers every night, because she is so perfect.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Little Light Of My Life

It's strangely warm and rainy here. I went out in the mugginess and found an old tole chandelier for a steal. Although, it needs new wires and paint, so when it's all said and done it might not be such a steal after all.

Jane has entered a whole new sphere. She's talking constantly, and I can actually catch most of it. She mimics Matt in everything he does. We noticed her trying to fold clothes out of the dryer, carefully tucking them under her chin, just like Matt does with his shirts.

The other day she got mad at me and pinched my leg. She's not a baby anymore, except late at night when I'm rocking her and she only wants me and no one else. There's still little glimmers of babydom.

She's the light of my life.

Anthropologie Bedding For Sale. Sigh.

So my Anthropologie bedding didn't work out. It's gorgeous, don't get me wrong, it just doesn't work with all my other stuff. And getting rid of all my other stuff is just way too expensive. So, goodbye Anthropologie bedding. If you're interested in purchasing it (for a seriously marked down discount), click HERE.

I'm shipping to the continental U.S. only.
It's a king duvet and two Euro Shams. Perfect condition.

Goodbye lovely. You were fun.

Monday, December 3, 2012


Well, folks, I found some paint color inspiration. And no, I'm not going to make our entire house look like candy sprinkles. But it did give me some inspiration.

My sister (Rachel) and I sat in a frozen yogurt shop for over two hours going through paint colors. She happens to be a decorating advisor for Sherwin Williams, so I was in good hands. She was talking about things like cost and sheen and flow... and I was all, "Hey, you want some more white chocolate mousse?"

I'm stoked about these colors. Matt, not so much. But he usually hates all my ideas and later on agrees that it looks good and he was wrong. OK, maybe he doesn't say "I was wrong" but he feels it. OK, maybe he doesn't feel it, but he's sweet and lets me do what I want.

And for all you nervous gals, that red is going to be doled out in cautious increments. Nobody faint.

This is the most fabulous place in the world to do color planning.
I highly recommend it.
Also good news?
Jerusalem has agreed to be my Julia Sugarbaker.
Merry Christmas indeed!