Walls ain't got nothin'

Today I was making my daily 15 mile drive to UNI, my hand rested in it's usual place; the radio seeker. I admit I can't sit through an entire song and am certainly a track skipper. I paused when I heard the familiar voice of Celion Dion and her old song, "If Walls Could Talk", and it got me thinking... Walls ain't got nothin'. I think everyone will agree when I reveal my agruement. Celion Dion goes on about all the secrets bedroom walls have and quite frankly, on intimate levels we can be honest and agree, however, I have had more experiences, conversations, arguments, and laughs at the kitchen table. It sounds alittle stale and unexciting but how many secrets and memories does the kitchen table really hold... tons and unforgettable ones at that. The kitchen table is where I sat everynight at dinner and asked Jesus into my heart, ("just to make sure":)) I remember kneeling over the kitchen table to smell the delicious Saturday morning cinnamon rolls my mom made. The kitchen table witnessed many teenage rebellions as we stomped away from it, often enough. It held so many laughs as we watched Erik tear the sinfully ugly flooring up and as Dad stuck either carrots or kleenex in his nostrils. The kitchen table only knows what I did with my nauseating alalpha tablets. It knows the pain and laughter of Erik squeezing my hand too hard during prayer. It's sacred seating knows Jenny's experiments with Mary-Kay. The kitchen table always knew Peaches' hope of scoring the clean-up of an accidental spill while she panted at our feet. It holds 1st times and last times. It's where I saw Dad drink a bud light for the first time, where I first tasted sweet potatoe cassarole, where Jenny brought her first boy to dinner, where Erik tasted dog food, and where Mom had numerous first dishes. The wood frame has played as a ginea pig for wedding reception center pieces and as a ladder for lightbulb changes. It's heard the worst and the best news. It's heard I love You's and it's heard words to be kept secret. It's frustrated with the amount of the phrase "May I be excused?" it's heard but loves that it's taught us manners. It knows of sister's quiet late night snacks and malicious TP plans. The kitchen table experienced 5th grade writers block, 8th grade messes, 11 grade break-ups, and parenthood tax days. The secrets and conversations it's heard has guided all it's inhabitors into adulthood and helped us through middle school drama. Will and I have the Jorgensen's OLD kitchen table and everytime I sit in it I think of blowing bubbles during play group. I don't even KNOW what secrets this kitchen table holds but it's about to make some new ones.

kissin' Cousin

What a weekend... a GREAT weekend. For some reason when Will comes to Waverly I can count on being wiped out Sunday night. My schedule takes a U-turn from daily naps, TV, and my 9:00 bedtime. Will is a popular boy who can't decline an invite... and I'm glad! It was time for me to break out the sundresses and tuck the sweatpants into hibernation. On friday we visited family friends, The Nortons. My fingers were crossed and my breath was held hoping the words "mushroom hunting" didn't come up. However, Dan Norton's vocabulary consists of only those two words come May... so there I got ropped into Saturday morning mushroom hunting. During the first month Will and I were together he took me mushroom hunting and like every girl that is swept off her feet I tried to convince myself this was reason number 87 he was the perfect boy. Well two years later, married, and other new-found reasons he is the perfect boy...mushroom hunting is not so much fun. BUT because I didn't want to miss a minute of my husband weekend I went with. After finding about 9 teeny mushrooms Dan and Will were convinced "it's too early in the season". We took our tiny treasures home (along with some burrs and ticks) and cooked them up for dinner to ration them out :) Although mushroom hunting is a little of a bore, I love seeing the kid in my husband come out when he spots a tiny mushroom to take home and show everyone! It was well-worth the early morning. I have finals for the next two days and then I go on to kissin' Mr. Cousin. I need to get up there; Will had PB &J and ramon noodles for dinner. PS my camera is working randomly again so I will begin posting pictures of our Iowans to Minnesotians transformation.