In August of last year I sat in front of a high-profile fertility doctor while he told me that I had about a 4% chance of conceiving a baby. Apparently he was wrong, because unbeknownst to me, I was already in the family way and cooking up a bambino. Fast forward to March of the following spring, and I managed to deliver Wesley Aaron Anderson into the world. So here we are, now with a 6 month-old and a foggy memory of a skeptical doctor.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
And a Baby Makes Three.
In August of last year I sat in front of a high-profile fertility doctor while he told me that I had about a 4% chance of conceiving a baby. Apparently he was wrong, because unbeknownst to me, I was already in the family way and cooking up a bambino. Fast forward to March of the following spring, and I managed to deliver Wesley Aaron Anderson into the world. So here we are, now with a 6 month-old and a foggy memory of a skeptical doctor.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Estate Sale Etiquette
One thing I certainly miss about living in Southern California is the totally awesome estate sale scene. Kent and I used to get the paper on Saturday morning, grab a map, and head out in search of musty old books, bark cloth curtains, Depression glass, vintage tools, and whatever other jackpot was waiting for us. Long Beach was the best, because the neighborhoods are old. The older the house, and the more overgrown the junipers were, the better the goods inside. The Woodlands is roughly a 40 year-old town, and estate sales are not even allowed, which means that our pastime has been significantly reduced since moving here.
There is of course the sad truth behind these Saturday outings: it means that someone has recently died.
Usually, the family outsources the running of the estate sale to another company. Personal items are removed from the home, giving it more of a garage sale kind of feel. There are however exceptions. Last Saturday Kent and I went to one, and in the bathroom were unopened packages of Depends adult diapers for sale. Not far from that were semi-used bottles of shampoo and conditioner with price tags on them. A week ago some nice granny was shampooing her hair, and this week strangers are brushing them aside to find better stuff.
So here are my thoughts on how to give your relatives dignity whilst selling off their life’s possessions:
1) Take personal pictures out of the frames before selling them. Nothing is sadder than seeing a nice old lady’s 1940’s glamour shot that she took for her man during the war, tossed into a bucket with a $1.00 sticker stuck on it.
2) Remove toothbrushes, hairbrushes, beauty products, and leftover toiletries from the bathroom. Please do not resale adult diapers!
3) Only sell vintage/desirable clothing. Kent and I went to an estate sale where all of a man’s clothing was in his closet, right down to his belts and ties on a peg rack. There were new flannel pajamas hanging up that his poor grandchildren had probably given him for Christmas. Way too personal! Sell old Jackie O coats, 1950’s prom dresses, fox furs, etc., but leave granny’s mu-mu collection out.
4) Never sell wedding albums. Sad, sad, sad. Nobody wants it? Well strangers don’t either.
5) If you sell military uniforms, take the medals and dog tags off. I bought a WWII men’s army uniform, complete with pilot’s cap and wool overcoat, and when I got it home, I found his dog tags and medals in the pocket. I can’t believe that nobody in his family wanted those! (I Googled the guy, and he had been a big-wig animator at Disney, and had been chief animator for several Disney movies.)
6) Clean the place first. I have been to more than one estate sale where there was cat poop and rat dropping in the bedrooms. Gross. I know the cat urine smell is hard to mask, but please try.
Anyway, just a thought.
There is of course the sad truth behind these Saturday outings: it means that someone has recently died.
Usually, the family outsources the running of the estate sale to another company. Personal items are removed from the home, giving it more of a garage sale kind of feel. There are however exceptions. Last Saturday Kent and I went to one, and in the bathroom were unopened packages of Depends adult diapers for sale. Not far from that were semi-used bottles of shampoo and conditioner with price tags on them. A week ago some nice granny was shampooing her hair, and this week strangers are brushing them aside to find better stuff.
So here are my thoughts on how to give your relatives dignity whilst selling off their life’s possessions:
1) Take personal pictures out of the frames before selling them. Nothing is sadder than seeing a nice old lady’s 1940’s glamour shot that she took for her man during the war, tossed into a bucket with a $1.00 sticker stuck on it.
2) Remove toothbrushes, hairbrushes, beauty products, and leftover toiletries from the bathroom. Please do not resale adult diapers!
3) Only sell vintage/desirable clothing. Kent and I went to an estate sale where all of a man’s clothing was in his closet, right down to his belts and ties on a peg rack. There were new flannel pajamas hanging up that his poor grandchildren had probably given him for Christmas. Way too personal! Sell old Jackie O coats, 1950’s prom dresses, fox furs, etc., but leave granny’s mu-mu collection out.
4) Never sell wedding albums. Sad, sad, sad. Nobody wants it? Well strangers don’t either.
5) If you sell military uniforms, take the medals and dog tags off. I bought a WWII men’s army uniform, complete with pilot’s cap and wool overcoat, and when I got it home, I found his dog tags and medals in the pocket. I can’t believe that nobody in his family wanted those! (I Googled the guy, and he had been a big-wig animator at Disney, and had been chief animator for several Disney movies.)
6) Clean the place first. I have been to more than one estate sale where there was cat poop and rat dropping in the bedrooms. Gross. I know the cat urine smell is hard to mask, but please try.
Anyway, just a thought.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Be Careful What You Register For
As of late, I have felt slightly in Limbo. I’m not getting pregnant. I’m not getting busier with work (praise God). I’m just floating along waiting for the next phase of life to start.
To occupy my mind, I decided to take a college course at Lonestar. Initially I had settled on taking a photography class, but it was two days a week in the middle of the afternoon. If the class is during a bad time, I can see myself missing a lot. So I decided to take a Creative Writing course on Thursday nights.
I am still deciding if it was a bad idea.
Unbeknownst to me, this is a fiction writing class. Oops. I have no interest in making stuff up. I am a NON fiction kind of gal. Truth!
Let me share with you why I am not sure this is my cup of tea. Here was an actual interaction on the first night…
Female student (sort of trashy looking, lots of cleavage and maybe 20 years old)
Male student (20-something, round, pink faced, red lipped, greasy, towhead)
SCENE:
Female: So right now I am really into Steampunk novels and Space Opera.
Male: Excellent choice, milady.
Female: Thank you good sir.
Wow. What have I gotten myself in to???
To occupy my mind, I decided to take a college course at Lonestar. Initially I had settled on taking a photography class, but it was two days a week in the middle of the afternoon. If the class is during a bad time, I can see myself missing a lot. So I decided to take a Creative Writing course on Thursday nights.
I am still deciding if it was a bad idea.
Unbeknownst to me, this is a fiction writing class. Oops. I have no interest in making stuff up. I am a NON fiction kind of gal. Truth!
Let me share with you why I am not sure this is my cup of tea. Here was an actual interaction on the first night…
Female student (sort of trashy looking, lots of cleavage and maybe 20 years old)
Male student (20-something, round, pink faced, red lipped, greasy, towhead)
SCENE:
Female: So right now I am really into Steampunk novels and Space Opera.
Male: Excellent choice, milady.
Female: Thank you good sir.
Wow. What have I gotten myself in to???
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Hating on Haiti
What are they teaching kids in high school these days? Or should I say not teaching them? Last night I went to church to lead my 9th grade girls Bible study, and when I suggested that we spend some time in prayer for the people of Haiti, they all looked at me with blank expressions.
“Why? What’s in Haiti?” asked one.
“You didn’t hear about the horrible earthquake that has destroyed the capitol city and possible killed thousands of people?” I replied.
“Um, no. I don’t really watch the news.”
“Right.”
Seriously? I work at an elementary school and even we talked about it.
I can’t be too hard on them though. Something bad happened when I was in 9th grade and I didn’t even learn about it until college. Remember what was happening in Rwanda in 1994? Half a million people murdered in ethnic genocide? I was too busy thinking about boys (Jake Spence), music (Weezer) and sports (soccer) to pay mind to another part of the world.
So to make up for it I now spend hours glued to the TV watching CNN’s live coverage as the Silver Fox Anderson Cooper roams around the streets of Port au Prince looking for survivors.
The most horrific thing I saw was not scenes from Haiti at all, but a clip of Pat Robertson saying that the earthquake happened because 200 years ago the Haitians had made a pact with the Devil.
Click.
I couldn’t stomach any more.
“Why? What’s in Haiti?” asked one.
“You didn’t hear about the horrible earthquake that has destroyed the capitol city and possible killed thousands of people?” I replied.
“Um, no. I don’t really watch the news.”
“Right.”
Seriously? I work at an elementary school and even we talked about it.
I can’t be too hard on them though. Something bad happened when I was in 9th grade and I didn’t even learn about it until college. Remember what was happening in Rwanda in 1994? Half a million people murdered in ethnic genocide? I was too busy thinking about boys (Jake Spence), music (Weezer) and sports (soccer) to pay mind to another part of the world.
So to make up for it I now spend hours glued to the TV watching CNN’s live coverage as the Silver Fox Anderson Cooper roams around the streets of Port au Prince looking for survivors.
The most horrific thing I saw was not scenes from Haiti at all, but a clip of Pat Robertson saying that the earthquake happened because 200 years ago the Haitians had made a pact with the Devil.
Click.
I couldn’t stomach any more.
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