Stephanie Says.. Take a walk inside my head

February 23, 2008

Whatever Happened to 1992?

Filed under: Glimpses of Me — srose @ 2:56 am

I’ve been thinking about Beau a lot lately. 

Beau Edward Hart was my first real semi requited love.  He wasn’t my first kiss or even my first date, but I walked into English class the first day of senior year and *boom*.  I instantly became a cliche-ridden teenager.  The only way he could have been more attractive to me is if his name had happened to be Rhett.

Newspaper assignments threw us together, as I was one of the reporters and he was the photographer.  A drama club trip to Memphis during which we stayed up all night half watching Heathers and half pretending not to be as sleepy as we actually were led to an entire semester of antics worthy of outakes from Grease.  And Graduation Day, during which he didn’t speak to me at all, broke my heart.

In a year of playing Scarlett O’Hara, Beau was my hero.  Quirky, rebellious, edgy and sarcastic, he was ripe for a starring role in my seventeen year old dreams.

Almost fifteen years later, I find myself thinking of high school again.  There will never be another year of Beauty and the Beast, of Nikki playing “Open Arms” on the piano, of putting a bowling ball between my legs and rolling it down the lane for a strike.  There will never be another year of watching football players dress in tights and prance around as faries in A Midsummer Night’s Dream.  There will never be another year of making up word searches for the Children’s page, of wearing blue and gold ribbons in my hair, of picking up The Once and Future King and actually discussing Lancelot and Guinevere in class.

And there will never be another Beau.

Seventeen feels like another life ago.  A week after graduation, I met the man who is now my husband.  We have a slightly messy house and a slightly chaotic life in a wonderful little town that I love very much.  And when Kenny hands me a dark chocolate candy bar that he bought just because he knew I would like it or one of my church kids stands up from circle time and embraces me, I know I really am where I belong.

But somewhere, a tiny corner of my heart is still in a Memphis hotel room watching a very weird movie in the middle of the night with a boy who was the first person to call me “beautiful”.

And every now and then, I go back to seventeen.

February 20, 2008

Things seen on a bathroom wall

Filed under: ah life — srose @ 1:32 am

Carrie and I went to the movies last night.

Part of the graffiti on the restroom wall read:

“Allyssa was here

11/25/2008″

 

It took me a minute to see it.

The Reason God Made Wednesday Nights

Filed under: Gratitude — srose @ 1:28 am

On my fridge is a picture of my friend Jenine surrounded by five or six little kids.  I’m not related to any of the children, but I claim them as “mine” anyway.

See, I teach a class of five year olds at church and, though they don’t know it, I’m learning a lot more from them than they ever will from me.

I started teaching them last year, when they were four.  When they moved up to the kindergarten class, I did too.  I can’t let go of my little guys.

They’re funny: (Amber, for example, can make up songs on the spot.  She did a song about snowflakes for me the other day and had a grin on her face the entire time.)

They’re smart: (Josh told me that two divided by eighteen is nine. They are teaching me to go by what someone means, not what they say.)

They’re compassionate: The aforementioned Jenine was my co teacher last year.  This year, she is expecting Baby Miles and having some bonding time with her bed.  When I told my class that Jenine and Miles were out of the hospital and getting better, they spontaneously broke into cheers and applause.

They are unforgettable: I’m already complaining to Jennifer that I have to let my kids go to the first grade class in a few months.

They’ve wormed their way into my heart.  When I grow up, I want to be just like them.

February 14, 2008

We are family

Filed under: Family — srose @ 8:07 pm

We are a family of winter birthdays.  Daddy, Clay, Abigail and Elisabeth all have birthdays within about a month of each other.  Mama and Daddy’s anniversary is in there too.

So this year, instead of doing separate parties, we had one big hurrah.  I took a camera, so here are some of our many pictures.

Daddy’s birthday starts things off.

daddy and cake

 He and Mama got married five days later.  Somehow I lost a year.  They’ve been married thirty seven years, but I kept thinking it was thirty six.

mama and daddy

I got mixed up with Clay’s birthday too.  I thought he was twenty nine this year.  He’s not.  He’s the big 3-0.  I think Clay is adopted.  He doesn’t eat chocolate all that much, so we have carrot cake on his birthdays.  My mom makes a mean carrot cake, but what Hall doesn’t like chocolate?

clay

Abigail is five this year.  It is very very hard for all of us to believe how grown up she is becoming.  She is showing maturity in speech, in attitude and in academics.  She likes to read and write and brought some of her textbooks for us to peruse.  She’s also into gymnastics.  I’ve seen pictures and can’t believe how much like a little lady she looks in her uniforms.  Abigail is also becoming a master of accents.  She loves to play “Peter Pan” and pretend to be Wendy in the nursery.

abigail

Baby Elisabeth is one.  She’s not talking much yet, but she does like to walk around.  She’s not too fond of being in her high chair past the point of dinner being over, but she’s really a sweet tempered girl.  I don’t remember if Abigail or Catherine sucked their thumbs, but Elisabeth does.  If she carried around a blankie, she’d be just like her daddy as a child.

elisabeth

Catherine is our summer birthday baby.  She’s two and a half now and very self assured.  She liked to dictate what pictures I took of her, so here is one she picked out of her playing with wooden dolls. (They are the new paper dolls–girls made out of wood or plastic with multiple changes of clothes.)

 

catherine playing

My sister in law introduced us to board games and such at our family gatherings, so we played a couple of things. 

 monica

 The first was “Would You Rather?”, a game that Monica picked out for me, but that she really wanted to play herself. It had questions like “Would you rather not change your socks for a year or your underwear for a year?”  It also had challenges.  Kenny had to lap a drink like a cat for a certain amount of time.  He says he’s going to post the video on his blog, so if you see him and it’s not up, be sure and razz him about it 🙂

 

abigail playing game     daddy and elisabeth

So that is us: Steve, Claudia, Clay, Monica, Abigail, Catherine, Elisabeth, (and new baby), Ken and Stephanie.  We’re not large as some families go, but we sure have fun.

Just wait.  Summer’s coming and Catherine will be turning three.  I wonder what we’ll make Kenny do then?

February 11, 2008

And this is the week that was

Filed under: Marriage — srose @ 10:08 pm

A couple of weekends ago, we had a big birthday celebration for all the winter birthdays in my family.  As a result of this celebration, we (at least those of us over the age of five) played a game called “Dirty Laundry”.

Get your mind out of the gutter, it’s not that kind of game.

The object was to see how well people knew you.  A question might be “What are my three favorite books?” and the other players had to match your answers for points.  The drawing portion was fun.  We had to draw Monica on vacation, for example.

When it came to my turn to be matched, everyone had to draw my biggest fear.  Daddy and Mama said “heights”, Clay said  “the dark” and Monica said “bugs”.

They were all right.  And, they were all wrong.

My biggest fears -are- heights, the dark and bugs (well creepy crawlies).

Until Kenny gets sick.  That’s when my heart starts to go into overdrive and my palms start to sweat.

I read an article once claiming that until Celine Dion’s husband experienced his cancer, he took complete care of her.  I can emulate that remark.  Heck, I do emulate that remark.

Kenny is the strong one in our marriage.  He’s smarter than I am, more experienced than I am and usually less willing than I am to let an entire day go by spent in bed with only cats and magazines for company.

This past week, however, the flu hit our little town.  It hit hard.  It shut down both the county and the city schools and it felled my husband.  He couldn’t move, he couldn’t stay awake more than five minutes at a time and he couldn’t stop sweating and shivering.

I tried to be a good little nurse.  I fetched him Gatorade.  I gave him a wet washcloth.  I didn’t engage him in deep conversation.  I understood when he canceled his classes.

Inside, however, I was Linus with a thumb in my mouth and a security blanket clutched in my hands.

Kenny’s better now.  He’s back to classes.  He’s back to expounding on the mechanics of physics (his favorite topic in the world).  He’s back to picking up the cats just to hear them protest.  He’s back to grinning at me.

I’m glad.  Don’t get me wrong.  I know that chances are someday I’ll have to be strong.  And confident.  And capable.  And I know that in the midst of situations like this past week, I -can- be.

I’m just not quite ready to let Kenny give up those roles.

Not yet.

Not for a long time.

 

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