My house is for sale

We spent the weekend with touching up the paint, replacing toilet seats, putting plates over wires. And our house is finally on the market. We still have a bit of yard work to do. I feel a little exposed now, however, putting all these pictures of my home on the internet. I guess it's just all part of the process.

I can't believe it's happening. . .

Nearly everything is signed. The owners approved, the bank approved. Now it's just a couple week's wait and we'll have a new house just a walk away from Eric's work. I really feel this house will be a blessing to us and will allow Eric to spend more time with the family (even if he has to go back to work after the girls go to bed).

My cute wonderful house is going on the market today. I'm praying, praying, praying that my house will sell quickly to a family that will love it as much as we did. And I'm praying all the timing will work out just right.

I'll leave this blog first with a picture of my new house and then a picture of the playhouse in the backyard that my girls are ecstatic about.

100 Facts About Myself

I joined a themed blog group my sister-in-law Karma started and this was our most recent topic--write 100 facts about me:

1. I do a lot of research before I buy something and love it even more if I get a good deal on it. (On the other hand, if I see it for cheaper after I've bought it, it seriously makes me sick.)

2. I should have been born 100 years ago--I love old things and hope someday to live in a 100+ year-old house.

3. I'm a cancer survivor: I was diagnosed with liposarcoma cancer in 2001.

4. Winter is my favorite season--I love making myself warm when it's cold by drinking A LOT of hot chocolate, wearing warm sweaters, and sitting by the fireplace.

5. I'm rather cheap (I add water to my soap to get ALL of it out of the bottle) but I love expensive things and my favorite place to shop is Anthropologie. However, I have gotten really good deals there (see #1).

6. I want to learn how to embroider. And I love embroidery on all my clothes, tablecloths, bedding--anything that can have embroidery.

7. I'm addicted to ebay and usually have about 50 things I'm "watching" at any given time. I sell on ebay sometimes too.

8. I hope someday to be a real writer of "creative" nonfiction and fiction and have written for the newspaper. I’m currently writing a musical for elementary-school kids that will be performed in August for the City of Herriman.

9. I hate gardening.

10. I don't like "manufactured" fun and would prefer doing something in nature to going to an amusement park any day.

11. I love decorating/re-decorating all the rooms in my house. I especially love doing my girls' bedrooms.

12. I'm obsessed with dresses for my girls. It's a good thing I had girls and not boys.

13. All my daughter's names are based on characters from Shakespeare's plays—Bianca, Miranda, and Portia.

14. I'm from St. Louis but have never been up in the arch.

15. I love spicy foods and would put jalepenos on anything that I possibly can.

16. I have a Chihuahua named Tigger (who I pretend that I don't like).

17. I like to travel, but hate to do "touristy" things; I'd rather spend a week on the French countryside than go up the Eiffel Tower.

18. I haven't painted my fingernails or toes in months.

19. After 10 grueling years of fighting against my mom when she was giving me piano lessons, I actually enjoy playing now and practice almost every day.

20. I hate my chin.

21. I wear my pajamas all day, unless I'm out doing something. When I get home, I immediately put on my pajamas again.

22. I love birds and like to point them out to my kids (I thank my appreciation of nature/bird watching class I took in college). I will hike halfway across the mall parking lot to let Portia see a gaggle of Canada Geese.

23. I'd rather read a book than watch TV any day.

24. My husband is by far a better cook than I am.

25. Yoga's my new favorite exercise.

26. I live in Salt Lake City—even though I swore I’d never live in Utah when I came out here to go to BYU.

27. I love cats.

28. I don’t mind driving distances and go by myself (with my kids) to visit my sister in California every year.

29. I like jogging, most of the time.

30. I wanted desperately to be a gymnast when I was a kid but had to settle for cheerleading since it was much, much cheaper.

31. I take a ridiculous amount of pleasure seeing my daughter Bianca excel at piano and viola.

32. I expect a lot (probably too much) from my kids.

33. I used to collect frogs, still have a lot hanging around my house.

34. I have to make my bed every day and will make it right before bed (if I didn't earlier) just so I can climb into a made bed.

35. My favorite flower is the calla lily.

36. I love Thai and Indian food.

37. I’m afraid to get on a motorcycle.

38. I love blue eyes.

39. I’m in two book clubs and two writing groups—and now a themed-blog group. =)

40. My husband is the greatest.

41. I bought my first purse this year. I can’t believe I waited so long to get one. It’s great to have everything with me!

42. I love reading in the bath.

43. I can’t stop looking at my split ends.

44. My favorite book is Tess of the d’Ubervilles by Thomas Hardy.

45. My favorite poem is Maggie and Milly and Molly and May (Cummings).

46. I’ve never had a cavity.

47. I don’t believe in vitamin supplements (well, only a little).

48. I’m addicted to chapstick.

49. I’ve done a round off, back tuck after having each of my children.

50. My favorite movie is Little Women with Winona Ryder and Christian Bale.

51. My daughter taught me how to play chess and beats me 9 out of 10 times.

52. I’m done having kids.

53. I have way too many gray hairs to be 34.

54. My daughter Miranda was 15 months old when she died in a car accident.

55. I hate being late.

56. I love spending a lot of time finding the perfect present and enjoy giving presents more than getting them.

57. I'm spending a fortune on my eight-year-old's teeth this year--three cavities and she's getting braces.

58. I love soup.

59. I want to go back to college someday for my PhD (I guess a master’s would be okay).

60. I don’t like to bake.

61. I’m short.

62. My husband and I have a fourplex downtown SLC that I manage.

63. Christmas is my favorite holiday.

64. I’m a snowboarder and worked at a ski resort all through college. Now Bianca’s taking snowboarding lessons.

65. I’ve never left the U.S. I must remedy this soon.

66. One day, I want a house with a two-story library.

67. I’m a primary teacher and love to sing the primary songs in Sharing Time.

68. I like to mix Diet Coke with Coke when I’m getting a fountain drink. That way, I feel a little bit better.

69. I love classical music. But also classic rock.

70. I collect books illustrated by Hugh Thomson. And I love all old books with tipped-in color plates.

71. I drink hot cocoa every day, as regularly as coffee drinkers.

72. My favorite color is blue.

73. I wear glasses and like them because they make me look different. I don’t want contacts or surgery.

74. I’ve been married for ten years and have lived in the same house for nine. Eric and I met at BYU and lived in the same apartment building.

75. I scrapbook and love blog books.

76. I drive a BMW X3.

77. I graduated with an English major and Business minor from BYU (and finished in four years).

78. I’ve never broken a bone in my body.

79. I hate spiders.

80. I love lemonade, but only freshly squeezed. I always know the best places to get lemonade.

81. I love camping but my husband doesn’t, so we just don’t go.

82. All of my girls were born by C-section.

83. I love Jottum clothes for my girls. I’ve been waiting for a certain dress to show up on the Internet for almost two years now. And the dress has a name. Someday the Stephania will be on one of my girls.

84. I love the feeling of fresh sheets.

85. I have a wonderful cleaning girl who I can’t live without. What did I do before Jen was in my life?

86. My 2-year-old Portia changes clothes at least six times a day.

87. My house has to be straightened every night or I can’t sleep (that includes all dishes out of the sink).

88. When I was a kid, I had to share a room and always wanted my own space. Now I’m married and have to share a room still! I make sure my kids have their own rooms but they want to share. I give up!

89. I want to build a nice playhouse for my kids.

90. I love having my back scratched.

91. I cry easily and care much too much what other people think.

92. I think crown molding is beautiful and I love cool ceilings in houses and buildings.

93. I love going to see the symphony.

94. I don’t like white elephant gifts.

95. I hate when kids walk through my back yard. I desperately need a fence! This summer. . .

96. I loved having a godmother as a kid. I wish we still did that in my family.

97. Barbecue chips are my favorite.

98. I love trees and wish they grew bigger in Utah.

99. When I was a kid riding the bus, I always looked forward to looking at this house that had a pond in the backyard with an island in the middle. I’ve always, always wanted my very own island in my very own pond. I dreamed about rowing a little boat out to the island and having a little house on the island that was mine, all mine.

100. I hate when my fingernails and hair grow. I just wish they’d stay the same length.

These are a few of MY favorite things. . .

I pulled out my camera and decided to take pictures of a few of my favorite things around the house. I went from room to room and took snapshots of the things that make me happy. Like while I’m doing the dishes, I have my little tea cups lined up (that are decorative but that I do in fact use every day for my hot cocoa).



As I walked through my family room, I stopped at the niche above my desk and took a picture of the photo frames housing my Hugh Thomson illustrations (my favorite illustrator) I pulled out of a water-damaged book. Right below my off-center Quigley & Co. clock I made in Relief Society a couple years back.



Next, I went through my living room where I sit every night in front of the fire and read to my daughter. The chair is positioned the perfect distance from the fireplace so that my toes stay toasty but I don’t get too warm.



In my daughter Miranda’s room, I paused at the shelf with the Eiffel Tower teapot & cups, all sitting before another Thomson illustration of some ladies having tea.



In my room, I went to the Ganesha statue Eric brought home from India that’s poised over a small stack of books I’ve read that just haven’t made their way back up to the library upstairs.



As I went through all my photos, I realized every little spot that I love in my house is to do with books, has books in them, or the illustrations out of books. I love books, that’s no secret. It reminds me of this quote I have on my goodreads profile that states (or so Cicero says): A room without books is like a body without a soul. I like to think the things that make me happy have given the rooms in my house a soul. Maybe have given my lazy mornings washing dishes a little more thought. Maybe have infused ideas and old books I loved reading into the walls of my house.

Unsure

I thought I found my house. I couldn’t sleep just dreaming about beautiful moldings, a kitchen with a double oven and TWO pantries, fancy tile work in the master bathroom, a separate study and a formal living room and dining room, a huge closet (in fact, two closets) in the master bedroom, a half bath. A half bath sounds like peanuts, really, but when you don’t have one, it's not. I’ve been desperate for a half bath so that my book club and writing group friends won’t have to remove the Elmo potty seat from the toilet when they need to use it.

I’ve been so excited, waiting patiently all week until I could take Eric there to see our “new house.” I’d already moved our family in, in my head. I knew exactly where I’d put my library. My piano was moved in and ready to play. I placed my couches and little end tables. I’d even called the school district to get Bianca into their equivalent of the accelerated program she’s in—one last testing, but we’d have to do it the next afternoon. And it all seemed so perfect.

But Eric was Eric—it wasn’t perfect to him. Where was the drain in the laundry room? The house next door was an eye sore. Really? I hadn’t noticed; I was too busy looking at the house in front of me. I was deflated. I was hoping he’d walk in and say, yes, this is it. Just like we had ten years ago when we walked into the model home of the house we built and have lived in since then. That something just felt right. Maybe some kind of premonition that this was the house in which we were going to be breakfasting, reading together, and growing older. I sat back in the car and lost the energy to drive down to Orem to have Bianca take the test. We told our realtor we needed a couple days to think about it.

I mentioned to Eric on our way home that the used-clothing pick up was on Tuesday. We’ve been bursting out of our little closet for a couple years now. I had this great idea that I’d be happy—and our little closet would seem bigger—if we each donated 25-30 items. So Eric went through his stuff and so did I and we both bagged up at least 50 things. And as I stood in my closet, I realized this hadn’t even put a dent in the problem. I collapsed onto the closet floor and looked up at the stuffed-in clothes and cried. I couldn’t move. I just sat in the closet and wept for a house that wasn’t going to be mine. I’d have to move my family back out in my head, my clothes moved out of that huge closet. Take back all the memories I’d imagined having there. Finally, I picked myself off the floor and finished the job I’d started. Then got Bianca ready for tonight. She was chosen to play her In the Hall of the Mountain King on piano at Herriman city’s talent show.

I sat in the audience and watched as my little girl bravely walked into the spotlight and performed her piece (see video below). Her piano teacher was sitting right in front of us (a piano teacher who encourages creativity and always dutifully prints up Bianca’s little compositions for her, and has incorporated a little viola/violin instruction into her weekly lesson). In the program was the announcement for Herriman’s children’s theatre production that's being done this summer, a musical for which I’m writing the script. And I wondered if I’m really supposed to be here in Herriman, where I’ve been for so long. When the audience applauded for my daughter, I felt like they were begging to keep us here. How do you extricate yourself from a community that you’ve been entrenched in for nine years? I went to bed last night, knowing that the right decision is to stay here in Herriman.

But here I am, up early the next morning, not sleeping because I can't get that house out of my head. Of being in a school district that isn’t being pilfered of all its extra programs by a east-west split. In that house surrounded by beauty (Did I mention the amazing view out the back?). And I’m still unsure.

Abandoned

I was considering built-in bookshelves upstairs. It's no secret that I have books piling up there and every time I get a new bookshelf, it barely puts a dent in my overflowing stacks of books. But then I had a thought: Before I put more money into this house, am I sure we're going to be here for forever? After all, I heard about the new tax break and there are so many foreclosures. Would it not make sense (financially) to get into a bigger house now?

So we've been looking. There are a lot of beauties out there, and I've fallen in love at least five times already. We put an offer on a house in South Jordan (one that hasn't officially been denied but looks like we're not going to get). Still, I'm looking and falling in love with other houses. But the truth is, I still love my house. I've lived here almost 10 years and I still look around me and love this very house I've lived in forever. It's not as grand as the houses we've been looking at, but it's ours and I love it. I walk into each room and think, Do I really want to leave?

Especially when I walk into Miranda's room. It's here I feel I can be near her anytime. In this room, she slept and cried and laughed and played. I remember lovingly planning this room for months (and then taking another several months painting it) and then the months it took to find the teapot chandelier. Now we use it as a reading room or for "quiet" play. There's this silly Strawberry Shortcake doll in the closet that just blurts outs "Bye, bye, sweet friend" every once in a while. She's only supposed to do it when touched, but she's been on the top shelf in the closet and says it when I'm alone in there. I could be wrong, but I like to believe it's Miranda telling me she's there with me.

When I think about moving from my house, I worry that I'd be abandoning her and moving away from my baby in the one house where she lived. I feel guilty just thinking about moving.



This morning, while Portia and I were drinking our hot cocoa in the kitchen that I still love, I pulled out a book of poetry and started reading her some of my favorite poems and started on this one:

The Home With Nobody In It by Joyce Kilmer

WHENEVER I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
I go by a poor old farmhouse with its shingles broken and black.
I suppose I've passed it a hundred times, but I always stop for a minute
And look at the house, the tragic house, the house with nobody in it.

I never have seen a haunted house, but I hear there are such things;
That they hold the talk of spirits, their mirth and sorrowings.
I know this house isn't haunted, and I wish it were, I do;
For it wouldn't be so lonely if it had a ghost or two.

This house on the road to Suffern needs a dozen panes of glass,
And somebody ought to weed the walk and take a scythe to the grass.
It needs new paint and shingles, and the vines should be trimmed and tied;
But what it needs the most of all is some people living inside.

If I had a lot of money and all my debts were paid
I'd put a gang of men to work with brush and saw and spade.
I'd buy that place and fix it up the way it used to be
And I'd find some people who wanted a home and give it to them free.

Now, a new house standing empty, with staring window and door,
Looks idle, perhaps, and foolish, like a hat on its block in the store.
But there's nothing mournful about it; it cannot be sad and lone
For the lack of something within it that it has never known.

But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life,
That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife,
A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet,
Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet.

So whenever I go to Suffern along the Erie track
I never go by the empty house without stopping and looking back,
Yet it hurts me to look at the crumbling roof and the shutters fallen apart,
For I can't help thinking the poor old house is a house with a broken heart.

Maybe this is my answer; maybe I should just give up the idea of moving. I'd be heartbroken to abandon my house. I'd be heartbroken to abandon Miranda. I'm still overflowing with books whether it's in this house or that. I hate making decisions!

Science isn't always fair -- 2010 Science Fair

I have always hated science. I think this stemmed back to junior high when I had the baseball coach for my science teacher, then in high school it was the football coach for biology and another baseball coach for chemistry, etc. Whatever. I think coaches shouldn't be allowed to teach real subjects where kids are being ruined for life. With that said, science fair is mandatory in third grade. And I happen to have a daughter who loves, loves, loves geology (a clear arm of the science monster). So, our (note it's "our" project, not her) science fair project tested the density of the three rock types--igneous, metamorphic, and sedimentary. It was fine. I did what I had to do so she would have an entry to the science fair but I'll be honest here, this is a ton of work--and just as much for the parents as for the kids--and I hated every minute of it. I personally think kids shouldn't be required to enter the science fair until they can do all the work themselves (including putting the poster together) but this is definitely no perfect world. So there I was--thrust back in to the ridiculous world of science.

Yesterday was the science fair. I went to her classroom. It was fine. Bianca was really proud of her project. It did turn out nice (definitely up my budding geologist Bianca's alley). When I went to pick her up from school and asked about it, she burst into tears. "The judges didn't look at mine." They looked up and down the classroom but didn't stop at the last row. It seems absurd. A hard-hit baseball flies out of bounds into the parking lot, a Hail Mary pass hits the goal post at my metaphorical football game (this is where science takes me now, thanks to my coaches--I mean, science teachers). Maybe it happened this way, maybe not, but what can I do?

I tell her you do the best you can do; you can't always win. She understands. A little. Still, it was a lot of work. Then I pointed out how she wins a lot of things--she was the only student at Riverton Elementary this year to go on to the district level in Reflections in two categories--music composition and literature; she made it into the city of Herriman's talent show this year playing the piano; she's been selected as "Talented Young Writer" two years in a row. She wins at a lot of things, but you can't win at everything. I've read a lot of blogs lately on being gracious at not winning. Maybe these were preparing me. Because her losses really do feel like my own, especially when I put so much of my own time and effort into it. Really, in third grade, isn't the science fair a contest between the parents?

This morning, optimistic Bianca said maybe they'll realize the mistake. I shook my head, "Let the ball lie; don't think about the science fair anymore." So here she is, my Bianca, my very own gracious unwinner!