I’m home

I’m home.

For the moment, at any rate.

I’ll be teaching the other TA’s lab classes today and tomorrow (Thanks, Johnna, for taking my Monday and Tuesday labs!), then I’ll be back up to Columbus to catch up on anything I’ve missed.

I had a wonderful time in Boston–spent some time with my aunt and uncle, walked the Freedom trail, used lots of public transport, and learned tons about what’s new in long-term care nutrition.

When life settles down (hah!), maybe I’ll be ready to start implementing some of what I’ve learned. And then, maybe sometime after that I can start blogging about the experience…

And then there’s the pile of books sitting waiting to be reviewed–at least five as of now (I do adore long plane trips!)

So there is something to be written, once the craziness stops. For now, I’m about halfway through.

See you all on the other side!


Kitchen in the House of Dreams

Would you like a peek into the kitchen at the House of Dreams?

Of course you would.

Kitchen in House of Dreams

Grace looks into the dishwasher. There’s LOTS of drawer and cupboard space. And I’m thrilled that the refrigerator (and its accompanying freezer) is large.

Kitchen in House of Dreams

Perhaps you can’t tell, but the range is super-wide, with a nice blank space in the middle–and the oven has an accompanying warmer drawer to keep your food toasty while the rest is cooking. It’s perfect for enormous dinners–like the type I like to put on!

Kitchen in House of Dreams

Set back a bit from the wall the range is on, there’s another little nook. We’re setting this up as a beverage station/cookbook area. There’s some decent space on the other side of the room for a little kitchen table.


WiW: Patty’s Place

The Week in Words

On the internet, we call it the House of Dreams, like Anne’s House of Dreams. But really, it reminds us more of Patty’s Place.

“If we could only find a house!” sighed Priscilla. “Look over there at Kingsport, Anne–houses, houses everywhere, and not one for us.”

“Stop it, Pris. ‘The best is yet to be.’ Like the old Roman, we’ll find a house or build one. On a day like this there’s no such word as fail in my bright lexicon.”

They lingered in the park until sunset, living in the amazing miracle and glory and wonder of the springtide; and they went home as usual, by way of Spofford Avenue, that they might have the delight of looking at Patty’s Place.

“I feel as if something mysterious were going to happen right away–‘by the pricking of my thumbs,'” said Anna, as they went up the slope. “It’s a nice story-bookish feeling. Why–why–why! Priscilla Grant, look over there and tell me if it’s true, or am I seein’ things?”

Priscilla looked. Anne’s thumbs and eyes had not deceived her. Over the arched gateway of Patty’s Place dangled a little, modest sign. It said “To Let, Furnished. Inquire Within.”

“Priscilla,” said Anne, in a whisper, “do you suppose it’s possible that we could rent Patty’s Place?”

“No, I don’t,” averred Priscilla. “It would be too good to be true. Fairy tales don’t happen nowadays. I won’t hope, Anne. The disappointment would be too awful to bear. They’re sure to want more for it than we can afford. Remember, it’s on Spofford Avenue.”

“We must find out anyhow,” said Anne resolutely. “It’s too late to call this evening, but we’ll come tomorrow. Oh, Pris, if we can get this darling spot! I’ve always felt that my fortunes were linked with Patty’s Place, ever since I saw it first.”

~from Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery

Housing is tight in Columbus, Nebraska. We’d been searching for weeks without anything even close to suitable showing up. I kept passing “For Rent” signs in Lincoln and thinking of all the houses in the world–but not in Columbus, not for us.

And then we saw the ad for the House of Dreams. We called the out-of-state phone number and left a message.

I loved it from the moment I heard the street it was on. It didn’t matter that we hadn’t seen it yet. The street name was enough.

When we saw it, it was confirmation of what we’d known. This house would be perfect. Perfect for entertaining, perfect for ministering, perfect for our lives as busy professionals who love the “ministry of home”.

We barely dared to hope, though.

A perfect house in a perfect location at the perfect price in a tight housing market. Tons of people had looked at the house–the owner was sorting through dozens of applications.

There was no way ours would be picked.

But it was.

And we ended up in our own House of Dreams.

Thank You, Lord, for our own “story-bookish” tale.

Collect more quotes from throughout the week with Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”.


Snapshot: Super Planner

I was sitting in my bedroom in the house of dreams, preparing for the upcoming weeks. I spied my mask from my superhero days–it had been upended in the moving process.

For old times sake, I put it on–placing my glasses overtop. I could use all the super-power planning abilities I could muster for this trip’s logistical nightmare.

Super Planner

Anna couldn’t help but snap a picture.


I’m 54% Nebraskan

I’m currently out of town (and out of state) for the American Dietetics Association’s annual professional meeting: the Food and Nutrition Conference and Expo (FNCE-pronounced Fence-EEEE). So, for your reading enjoyment, I’ve completed a little quiz to discover how native I really am to the great state in which I’ve always resided!

If you’re from Nebraska (or even if you’re not), take it and share your score. If you don’t want to learn how Nebraskan YOU are, read through it anyway and learn just a little bit about NEBRASKA–THE GOOD LIFE.

[X] You were born in Nebraska

[X] You’re proud that you’re not from one of those square states

[ ] You know all the words to There is No Place Like Nebraska

Hmm…Do I know all the words? Let’s think: “There is no place like Nebraska, good old Nebraska U where the girls are the fairest, the guys are the squarest at good old Nebraska U”–Nope, I missed the fifth line–and don’t even know the second verse except the “Where we all stick together in all kinds of weather at good old Nebraska U.”

[X] You remember your first trip to Memorial Stadium

[ ] You’ve met Tom Osborne and it was a moving experience

Total: 3

[X] You know THE game refers to that week’s college football game

[X] You claim to be a Husker fan since birth (Can anyone born in Nebraska not be?)

[X] You can pronounce Norfolk (Nor-fork), Beatrice (BE-at-triss), and Kearney (Car-knee)

[X] You know the story of why Norfolk is misspelled.
Course I do–It’s named after the North Fork of the river but the clerk thought they were trying to copycat Norfolk, VA (yeah right). Anyway, the clerk changed it to Norfolk and there we have it. I understand there was once a petition given to change the official spelling to Norfork (like it should have been in the first place)–but the application was denied for whatever reason.

[ ] You voted/rooted for Tom Osborne for Governor
Nah–my love of football doesn’t go that far. I voted for Nabity in the primary and Heineman in the November race. Nabity was really my man-it was a bummer he ended up (unexpectedly) running against the former football coach and an incumbent Republican governor.

Total: 4

[X] You take pride in knowing that on Saturdays, Memorial Stadium is the third largest city in the state.
(I might be cheating by marking this. I don’t take pride THAT if Memorial Stadium were a city, it would be Nebraska’s third most populous on game days–but I do take some pride in knowing that particular factoid. Then again, what Nebraskan DOESN’T know that? Oh, yeah. I guess that’s the point of this little ma-jigger!)

[X] You know that the statue on the dome of the state capital is actually sowing seed – not bowling.

[X] You can drive through towns like Wahoo with a straight face.

[X] You know what “knee high by the Fourth of July” refers to.

[] You list your religious preference as “Cornhusker.”
Actually, I grieve over the idolatrous place Husker football in many Nebraskan’s hearts. I think of that factoid about Memorial Stadium being the third largest city and sorrow that we have built such a priesthood, such a temple to serve a dead god.

Total: 4

[ ] You consider using your life savings to go to the Colorado-Nebraska football game.
Actually, I’ve never BEEN to a football game. I sold ice cream at one once—and got to see a touchdown during my brief time walking the stands–but I’ve never paid real money to see the Huskers, and would certainly never consider using my life savings to do so.

[X] There’s a tornado warning and you go outside to watch for it.
Doesn’t everyone?

[ ] You think Abraham Lincoln was named after the capital of Nebraska.

[ ] “Little Smokies” are something you serve on special occasions.

[ ] You think the “Red Sea” refers to the football stadium on Saturdays.
Actually, that’s completely inaccurate. The football stadium is not “The Red Sea”, it’s the “Sea of Red.” Get it right, people.

Total: 1

[ ] Using the elevator involves a corn truck.
I’m a city girl. But that doesn’t mean I’m not FAMILIAR with the use of elevators and grain trucks.

[X] You know cow pies aren’t made of beef.
It takes a true ignoramus to not know this one.

[X] You actually buy manure.

[X] You can tell the smell of a skunk and the smell of a feed lot apart.
You mean some people can’t? Those are two pretty distinct odors.

[ ] You consider any building a mall, if it’s bigger than the local Wal-Mart.

Total:3

[X] Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
Well, if there are lots of vehicles going the opposite direction, that makes for quite a jam.

[ ] You know several classes were cancelled because of the cold
I cry foul on this one. It is only in recent years that Nebraskans have become such wusses about cold. I refuse to consider this as an appropriate question to determine one’s Nebraskan-ness.

[ ] Your school classes were canceled because of the heat.
Lincoln Public Schools routinely has shortened schedule for the first week of school because of heat. I ditto the above.

[X] You switch from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day.
Not in my house–that’d be ridiculously wasteful. Turn on a fan or grab a blanket. But in the car? All the time.

Total: 2

[X] You end your sentences with an unnecessary preposition… Example: “Where’s my coat at?” (Only occasionally)

[X] You can actually locate Nebraska on the United States map.
It’s, like, the easiest to find. It’s uniquely shaped, it’s right in the middle, and it’s relatively large (land mass wise). How can anyone not locate Nebraska?

[ ] Detassling was your first job.

[ ] You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.

[ ] You can’t understand why Johnny Carson ever left.

Total: 2

[ ] You laugh at people who drive under 50 on gravel roads
Dangerous idea. Obviously it’s a kid who wrote this one. Happens I know the stats about kids driving too fast on Nebraska gravel roads. Only time you wanna go 50 is if the road’s straight, wide, and flat. Otherwise, you’re asking for disaster.

[X] You learned the finger wave at an early age

[ ] You think vegetarians shouldn’t be allowed in Nebraska

[ ] You eat at Runza at least once a week

[ ] Your mail comes addressed with your name and your town and you still don’t get it.
I don’t understand this one. I always get my mail. And my grandparents used to get theirs too–even when the letter was addressed to “Grandma and Grandpa Cook, RR 2.” This question makes no sense.

Total: 1

[ ] It’s called pop.
I’m in the process of switching to soda. Sorry, folks.

[X] You bring your groceries home in sacks
Actually, I don’t. I use homemade grocery totes. But most people bring their groceries home in sacks. What does the rest of the world use?

[X] You don’t have an accent and are proud of that
Darn tootin’. TV and radio personalities everywhere want to learn Nebraska’s accentless English. We ARE standard American English.

[X] Out West refers to western Nebraska
As in Scott’s Bluff, Chadron, etc. Panhandle land. Mountain time. Of course.

[X] You can draw the state outline without looking at a map

Total: 4

[X] You’re proud of things invented in Nebraska
Dorothy Lynch and Wimmers Weiners. Kool-Aid, not so much.

[X] You think nothing of Hooker County
Actually, I do think of them a little. But I don’t think much of them. They are, after all, the only county in Nebraska to vote for Bill Clinton in 1996.

[ ] You wear Husker apparel to church
Nah. I’m too formal for that. But many people do.

[ ] You refuse to get married in the Fall in fear of missing a football game
I wouldn’t go that far–but you definitely do need to consider football traffic (and the attention of your guests) if you decide to get married on a game day.

[ ] You believe Nebraska really is the good life and could never leave
The first part is true. Nebraska really is the good life. But does that mean I could never leave? Probably not. Should God lead me elsewhere, I would rather go with Him and lose Nebraska than disobey Him and keep this state.

Total: 2

Grand Total: 26

Now I’m supposed to multiply the grand total by 2 to get my percent Nebraskan-ness. So I guess I’m 54% Nebraskan. Now, just for the record, as a Nebraskan, I cry foul on 5 of those questions, saying I have no idea why they might be said to typify Nebraska. If they were switched out for some more truly Nebraskan questions, I might have scored higher. I am after all, pretty darn Nebraskan :-)


A Delicious New Dish

I’m desperately attempting to empty my cupboards and my freezer before I move my kitchen.

There’s no way I’ll succeed in even making a dent–but I can at least not purchase anything new.

So when my raisins ran out, I needed to find something else to put in my oatmeal. Opening my cupboards, I found little to approximate the effect. But in my freezer, I found some blackberries.

Oatmeal with Blackberries in it

I’d have never thought to put blackberries in oatmeal except for the necessity of not purchasing anything new. As it was, I was ecstatic to have discovered a delicious new dish.

Perfect!


Thankful Thursday: Advance Planning

As I embark upon a very busy couple of weeks, I’m thankful for the advance planning (even if it was all done Tuesday night!) that will enable me to make it through the week.

Thankful Thursday banner

Today I’m thankful…

…that my aunt recommended a couple of great places to stay in Boston–and that I booked a room at a hostel in advance (at a MUCH lower cost than a hotel)

…that the other TA graciously agreed to teach my labs and let me teach hers next week

…that presentation outlines are available online so I can print them off before I go

…that I have a versatile wardrobe that makes packing a cinch

…for the warning my aunt gave me (before I left town to work) that it’s “wicked cold” in Boston

…that this week’s grading is pretty simple–and should allow me to get it done on the plane

And most of all, I’m thankful that God forsees what I cannot and that His will will be done through this next busy week.


What you gotta do.

When you’re as busy as I am with the things I am busy with, you do what you’ve gotta do to make things work.

So if you really need to transport a bookshelf up to your new house–and you have to do it before the craziness (really) begins…

You stuff it into your car, thankful that you have a trunk that expands into the backseat. When it doesn’t quite fit, you scoot your seat up and sit with your back at an acute angle for the hour and a half drive north and west.

Squeezed into car

You gotta do what you gotta do.


BANG!

It had been sitting on my nightstand for quite some time. I knew I’d have to read it eventually. It should be good, I told myself. It’s a Caldecott Honor book, a children’s book, an innocent story.

But my mind wasn’t innocent as I glanced at my nightstand to see the spine staring at me: “BANG THE GREY LADY AND THE STRAWBERRY SNATCHER”.

Now, I don’t think I have a dirty mind–but I’m not entirely clueless about the slang of the day–so “Bang the grey lady” was just a bit much for my mind to take.

I’d look at it and start laughing–and then sternly reprimand myself for doing so. “Get a grip, Rebekah. That’s the lady’s name. She can’t help it that her last name means something naughty nowadays. Stop laughing.”

I read Molly Bang’s other picture books: One Fall Day, Ten, Nine, Eight, The Paper Crane, When Molly Gets Angry–Really, Really Angry…, In My Heart, and My Light I liked them. I liked the colorful illustrations–some painted or drawn, others photographs of three dimensional murals. I liked the way Bang used language. I liked the gentle, everyday yet not quite everyday nature of her stories. I liked them.

So I opened Bang the gray lady

Except that’s not the title. So “Bang” and “The Grey Lady” run together on the spine. That doesn’t mean they’re both the title.

I opened The Grey Lady and the Strawberry Snatcher, still chuckling over the spine and berating myself for my sophomoric sense that just WOULDN’T give up.

And I absolutely hated it.

How did this thing win a Caldecott?

It’s a wordless book about a bright blue Strawberry Snatcher who wears a Red and Green cape and a purple hat. He chases after the gray lady, trying to snatch her strawberries. The problem is, the Gray Lady (since she IS gray) keeps disappearing into the dusk.

Then the Strawberry Snatcher is diverted by a bramble of raspberries. The Grey Lady returns home to her family and enjoys the strawberries with them. The end.

I wasn’t impressed. Not with the story, not with the illustrations, not with the way “BANG” ran together with “The Grey Lady” on the spine. This is a book I’m not picking up again.

Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Recipe for Blogging Success?

  • Two jobs
  • Two houses
  • All your earthly possessions
  • Professional conference
  • Desktop computer
  1. Start with two jobs in two different cities.
  2. Lease a second house in the other city and begin moving all your earthly possessions to that house while still maintaining residence in both houses in both cities.
  3. Attend five-day professional conference without decreasing hours at either job.
  4. Blog using desktop computer in spare time?

If you can get blogging success out of that recipe, you’re a better cook than I.

Consider this your official warning–things may be a bit spotty at bekahcubed over the next couple of weeks.