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A twice named place you can’t replace…

In Uncategorized on October 15, 2011 at 6:57 pm

Some places you love while you are there, and later, think fondly of them, but have come to see a more realistic view of them.  Other places, you love while you are there, and later, truly realize just how incredible it really was, also a more realistic view.  I never didn’t love Walla Walla, but now, I love it in ways that I never imagined.  Walla Walla is a place to be missed, and for those still living there, a place to be savored.  Few places on earth (and I have been to a few) are as special as good ol’ Wally.  Good Lord, I miss it!!!  I miss it so much I want to live there again.  Heck, I would move back tomorrow.  Of course I love the people, (as if clarification was necessary) but the actual place has things to offer that are a hard find elsewhere.  Not that you want to hear all this, but let’s start with the food, and you know how I love food.  Where else can you eat a steak like the one at Whitehouse Crawford?  Where can you buy meats and cheeses (and I do mean where?) of the quality and variety that Salumiere Cesario has to offer?  (Trust me, places like that are few and far between, and, I am aware of the fact you can buy a stick of Salami at the grocery stores) Where do you find bar tenders reviving the classic cocktails long forgotten, or have over a hundred wineries at arms reach? Where do you find quaint and cute boutiques, cafe’s with menu’s to be drooled over and a place with more gorgeous parks than is fair? (mind you, some cities don’t even have one that would compare) Let me tell you, even the thrift stores in Wally are superb! I miss it, how I miss it.  I can’t wait to bite into a a sandwich at Olive, get a panini at Gray’s, eat a 5 course meal at Whitehouse Crawford, (or more)  visit Teal at Public House 124 for the first time, eat the fries from Brasserie Four, get a cup of coffee from my favorite baristas at Plaza Way Starbucks, and drive 20 minutes into the beautiful land of Oregon, visiting with dearest Elsa at Edwards Farm while buying my fresh produce for the week.  I will also buy a chocolate chip cookie at The Patisserie, and eat Earl Gray Gelatto. (sigh, if only you could ship it).  I will visit all my favorite wineries, take many walks in the park, scour Goodwill for a daily steal, and spend a few nights in Waitsburg at a new bed and breakfast.  (I am sure it will be open by the time I return) There in Waitsburg, I will eat that sinfully good Ceaser salad at Whoopemup Hollow Cafe, and spend hours upon hours at our favorite, Jimgermanbar. (Not sure if a place like this exists anywhere but here). I would then have lunch at Pho Sho, and linger over tapas at Saffron Mediterranean Kitchen.  These are just a few of the things I will do when returning to Wally. It really is ‘a place so nice, they named it twice’, and irreplaceable to me.

Sighing…

Bep

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One twelfth…

In Landing on October 15, 2011 at 6:07 pm

Fall break is upon us!!!!  Nothing has felt this great in a long time.  David told me yesterday, that one twelfth of Law School is done already.  Hard to imagine.  This has been one long twelfth!  I think it feels more like a year has gone by, but still a relief that a chunk of law is under David’s belt and that we are weathering this season in decent shape.  David is rocking Law School.  I could’t be more proud of my non-typical, lawyer husband.  I think he is one of a kind in his class and is loving school more than he thought he would.  We normally commence each crazy week with our Sabbath.  This means that from 5pm on Friday, to just after dinner on Saturday we do absolutely nothing relating to school or housework and just try to enjoy the time together.  I always began to slip into a slight depression when late afternoon begins to say hello on Saturday, somehow wishing it could last just a while longer.  It never does.  Today however, is different.  I am not sure if a day has felt like such a long time ever in my life.  We are in heaven.  We went to the beach today and spent hours walking in 75 degree weather, our toes in the sand.  We took a long drive, didn’t worry about naps, came home and made the absolute best home-made, double pepperoni pizza and have a movie and chocolates on the docket for later this evening.  Both boys are in bed and we spent much of the day battling Leon and kissing Sol.  Amazing what a few hours will do for the soul and it’s not even Monday.  I think it’s now that we realize just how insane Law School really is for both he and I.  It’s go, go, go, go, go, go, go, blink twice on our Sabbath, remember what each other looks like, and begin again.  P.S., I really love how my husband looks, and it’s nice to have an extended-hours-viewing of him. This week will truly be wonderful and it’s only just begun.

On a Leon note, he’s been full of hilarity lately. But are you surprised?  David called him into the living room yesterday and he came running in, stopped in full ninja pose (with his chubby hands poised in flat paddle like palms, eying David out of the corner of his eye) and said “I’m here battle warrior”.  I think he could live at war and be in seventh heaven.  He randomly, on numerous occasions walks up to David and begins punching and kicking him repetitively. I guess you could safely say that battling him is not my strong suit.  It’s not really even a suit I own.  Needless to say, he loves having dad home.  He also loves one of our neighboring families, to pieces!!!  Each and every day he says, “can I go to the new JJ’s house”.  New, because he met a JJ in NY and is quite confused that people can share names.  (Thus why when seeing Star Wars called bub, Uncle Skywalker.  Or when he heard a Kings of Leon song come on at Grammies house this spring said, “Kings of Me”!) The funny part is he calls all three of their younger boys JJ. this week he is figuring it out a bit, but until now, JJ works for them all.  They are a wonderful family of 4 boys and are on a pedestal in Leon’s little world.  (maybe it’s partially from the fact that they have boxes of “guys” that Leon loves to play with, or the fact that playing with boys is a far superior event than playing with girls) O Leon.  Today in the car he said, “I’ve got a reary good idea about getting me a toy”.  He’s also been sitting on the toilet and is eagerly telling us that he did a reary good toot in there.  Not exactly what we mean by potty training, but at least he is sitting on the potty.  It’s a start for sure.

Well, I am off to enjoy my night.  Hope your day is splendid.

Bep

Leon's buddy Jonathan, the youngest of the Blackman family.

I’m a two faced mother..

In Landing on October 13, 2011 at 8:06 pm

I am sure you feel the same way at times, but seriously, life is craziness.  Most days lately, I think to myself, “what have I done today?”.  The days are long, sort of tiring, and mothering definitely is not for those faint of heart.  At least my “mothering” (my methods of raising these munchkins of mine) isn’t for the faint of heart, thoughtI feel faint most days.  Let’s just say that small people have a way of putting big people through the ringer.  They also have the ability to make one question if ones self is in fact, two faced.  One minute you are telling them, you want to eat them for lunch, and could squish the living day lights out of them.  The next, you are wishing you could resign your current position (one of those job resignations that takes place with much shouting,emotion, and most often tears) and find a new job.  Today was one of those days.  Let’s just say the day was bi-polar.  I had a lovely morning, celebrating my dear friend Jamie’s 34th birthday at none other than our beloved, Cafe Moka.  I then conquered the mountain of grocery shopping, which, that alone makes me want to stand in an auditorium receiving rounds and rounds of applause…SIDE NOTE: We should have a mother’s festival, to just celebrate mothering successes.  You know, how many loads of laundry one has folded in a day, how many poops have been changed in an hour, how much money was saved grocery shopping etc.  Want to?  We can talk about that later…. I called, I think, 3 people to be exact to share how excited I was at my grocery savings.  It was a grand success, and the gracious older gentleman who helped us out said, “you be blessed now, ya hear” as he left us.  I’d say that finished up a rather perfect morning.  This afternoon was an entirely different story.  Between screaming children, hauling all my hefty bags of groceries in from our half way around the world-parking spot, and the two hour nap battle with Leon for the 2nd time this week, you would think I had gone mental.  How does my fiery little red head, who is only two, might I add, have such an ability to inside me out?  Phew.  I wish I knew.  I was rather frustrated to put it in kinder, milder terms.  On top of it all, no nap, no work out, and no clean house.  My two hours were filled with lifting a 34 lbs child back into the pack and play an innumerable amount of times.  It also involved many a swift taps on the butt, and intense lecturing. (the kind of course a 2 year old mind can grapple with)  It was exasperating.  Poor husband got home to a rather frazzled and weary wife.  He kindly let me go and have some alone time and ate pbj’s for dinner with the kids. I feel more sane now.  Mothering, who would have known?  And mothering during law school, I’m glad I didn’t know.

On a whole separate subject, but tightly intertwined, I have been thinking about a clean house. Who the heck gets to enjoy a clean house?  No one really.  It’s also quite exasperating.  If you review the day, and its happenings, you will find most of it is spent messing things up.  You awake from an unkempt bed, to change unkempt diapers, which intern leave piles of pi’s, undies, etc. around the once tidy floor.  You then proceed to the very tidy kitchen, to send it into disarray, and so forth and so forth.  By dinner time, if the kitchen wasn’t crazy enough, you proceed to completely frazzle it by dirtying every single pot you own and a half an hour later when you have consumed delicacies, leave that pig pen to make the bathroom a mess with bath time.  You then proceed to pick the entire house back up, placing it on its two feet again.  Finally it is clean, it looks and smells nice, and it is a beautiful sight to behold.  You are so exhausted by now, that you crawl into that perfectly made bed and bid farewell to the day.  My discovery is,  no one really  gets to enjoy it when it’s clean except of course itself.  It doesn’t seem fair to me. Maybe I should try to enjoy the disarray more.   If only that were a real possibility.

Hope your life is a little more sane than mine,

Missing you dearly, as always,

Bep


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