family

How are Things on the ol’ Homestead?

May 19, 2010 - 9:00pm -- swingbug

"Hey Mom.”

“Hey Bug.”

“So I hear someone tried to blow up the restaurant next to your office.”

“Yep.”

For the record, my mother lives in Napa, not Bosnia.

“Why blow up a Thai restaurant?  I mean, there’s two Italian places on every block.  Why not take one of those out?”

“Actually, the news story had it wrong.  It was closer to the health club.”

“Oh, that makes more sense.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Nepotism

March 9, 2010 - 10:15pm -- swingbug

My dad wrote a bad ass blog. Go read it.

[Aside: Though his blog doesn’t specifically link back to it [dude, Dad, contact your webmaster and get that set up], Dad makes speakers and his blog is related to that endeavor. He also makes the world’s best barbecued chicken. Completely unrelated trivia.]

Of Partridges and Pear Trees

November 13, 2009 - 4:02pm -- swingbug

I dread this part of the year. Christmas, you say? Thanksgiving? Nope. I dig the holidays. My favorite part of the year starts when the leaves to begin to turn colors and ends right after New Years. I love the holidays. What I don’t love is divvying them up.

Sigh... Here we go again.

It’s rough, you know? Everybody wants to go back and sit around that same Christmas tree they had when we were all kids, to shake that little silver sleigh bell and hear it ring again.

In Point of Fact

September 3, 2009 - 11:29am -- swingbug

I was making lunch in the kitchen and Luke was watching a DVD in the living room. In point of fact, he was watching The Point, a tradition in my family that dates back before my birth. We originally had it on record. (Kids, records were these large black discs that made music before the world was introduced to CDs. Very groovy.)

This was Luke’s first introduction to The Point.

Half way through spreading the peanut butter on the bread, Luke came running into the kitchen.

“Mommy, you have to come help me.”

Fair to Say

August 23, 2009 - 5:02pm -- swingbug

Shawn and I both entered some of our craft into the county fair this year, so on Friday night we journeyed out to the fair grounds (all of two miles - long trip) to see how we did and enjoy a corn dog or two.
Of my three entries in the textile exhibition, I took two first place ribbons, one in the children’s costume category and the other in the crocheted sweater category:

Glitch in the Matrix

July 29, 2009 - 2:39pm -- swingbug

I walked into a room in my parents’ house at the tail end of a birthday party for family member on Sunday. My cousins were having a conversation in the doorway to the spare room. The dog was crunching up a carrot on the carpet of the playroom floor. The light and the time and the sounds, all suddenly screaming that I had been there before. In this moment. Chiding the dog and cleaning up the carrot bits. My cousins were having that same conversation. I know it. I was there. And not somewhere similar. There.

Huh... Déja vu.

Donner Lake

August 17, 2008 - 9:46pm -- swingbug

My family’s laughter drifts down the stairwell to my room, sometimes in a single, identifiably-loved voice and sometimes in unison, in the voice that is my family. Downstairs it is quiet and dim. I’m in a rented house on Donner Lake and my young son is lying beside me on a mammoth bed, his eyes heavy with sleep but too stubborn to close.

Welcome

January 4, 2008 - 9:53pm -- swingbug

Everyone please meet my niece, Lily Martine Albin, born December 29th at 7 lbs 5 oz.

I see so much of my sister in her. Isn’t she beautiful?

I forgot how tiny they are in the beginning.

Welcome, little Lily.

Cindy Loo Who at Bat

October 16, 2007 - 10:38pm -- swingbug

Last year, my family decided that for Christmas, we would all make each other presents. By “my family decided” you might suppose that there was some sort of democratic vote. Not really. Perhaps a treaty reached by the negotiations of elected representatives? Wrong again. It was more of a “council of wise elders” kind of thing. In short, by “my family decided” I mean everyone but me made this decision and then informed me of it.

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