Minutes – April 18, 2016


  • spring!  It’s been a long winter, with colds, emotional upheaval, worry and too much darkness.  I’m so delighted with the fresh flush of spring, a renewal of hope and the promise of the future.
  • blueberry corn muffins for breakfast
  • iris blooming

2016.04.18 Eternal Bliss2016.04.18 Cherub's Smile

2016.04.18 Dusky Challenger

iris from top:  Eternal Bliss, Cherub’s Smile and Dusky Challenger


  • praying for my children, especially my youngest.
  • praying for friends who need some extra support

::healthy  Biking fell to the wayside during the dark days of winter.  I planned some nice rides this weekend, but family demands kept me busy.  I think I just need to go ride anyway and let the family fend for themselves.  On a more positive note, I’ve taken up yoga.  It’s been about a year since my first practice, and I’m sticking with it.  It helps keep me limber.


  • Spaghetti and meatballs, spinach salad
  • Greek chicken and orzo skillet, tossed salad
  • Taco [Soup] Tuesday!
  • Leftovers
  • Turkey Panninis, Strawberries
  • Grilled Veggie Pizzas
  • Burgers on the grill, cucumber salad

::fun – This past winter has been difficult, and it feels like we’re all just waking up from a really long sleep, sort of like Rip Van Winkle. We have plans, though, for some wonderful fun later this year, when school is out.  Princess Pea will be in Italy in the early summer, and I’m trying to figure out how to be a chaperon.  The Architect (should really change his name to The Engineer) is planning another camping trip to Crested Butte, and I’m already working on convincing Mr. Pea that sleeping in a tent, hiking in the rain and going a week without a shower is FUN.

Keep the Faith.

angela pea

Friday’s Letters – February 15

friday's lettersDear Creator of That Computer Virus – My honest opinion?  You should be horsewhipped. Twice.  What gives?  What is the POINT of creating such a nuisance and setting it loose on the electronic world?

Dear IT Department Who Spent TWO DAYS Hunting and Exterminating Said Computer Virus –  You guys totally rock. Totally.

Dear Silly Internet Valentine Picture – You made my day. And Seriously?  Where can I get Alien Legos?  Because I am so totally there.

Alien Valentine

Dear Sister Pea – Ooooh! Your Valentine flowers were just beautiful! Lucky You!

Dear DirtBike – What’s the opposite of “Thank You”?  Whatever it is, that’s what I want to say to you for sharing your cold with me. I Love You Huge as a Moose, Son, but I DO NOT like having this cold. It’s making me crabby.

Dear Mr. Pea – You showed up at my office today and took me out to lunch!!  I love when I get to see you in the middle of the day!

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.

Recognize your Moments of Grace.  Keep the Faith.

Friday’s Letters – January 18

friday's letters

Dear Masterpiece Theater – thank you ever so much for Downton Abby.  I seriously want to dress for dinner like that.   Actually, I’d like to dress like that for strolling the grounds of my mansion, for horseback riding, for conversing in my library, for having a picnic at my summer-house…


Dear Mr. Waldo – Yeah for you and the new job!  I’m 100% convinced that it was my glowing recommendation that landed you the position.

I'm just too cute!
I’m just too cute!

Dear Kasey – You’re doing  a great job learning how to behave inside.  We haven’t had any accidents in several days.  However, you really need to stop drinking a lot of water and then running around so fast that it comes back up again.  Especially if you’re right behind me.  You do need to stop fussing with the cat.  He’s displayed amazing patience with you to this point.   Keep it up, though, and he’s going to smack you with those spiffy claws and you won’t like it one bit.  You are going to focus this week on learning NOT to jump up and pace on top of the pool table.  And?  No matter how cute it is, you may not sleep curled up on top of tall chairs in the sunroom.

Dear DirtBike – I am so, so sorry your mountain bike broke. You worked very hard building it from spare parts.  I am extremely thankful that you didn’t impale yourself on the crosstube when the frame snapped.  Trips to the emergency room stink. We will help you scour the lists and find a new frame, and I’m sure The Architect will help you put her all back together again.

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.

Recognize your Moments of Grace.  Keep the Faith.

For Amber – TheToad Story

Originally posted in October 2009.

Ahem. The Toad Story in all Its Gory Detail….don’t read if you’re squeamish.

My youngest son has always had a propensity for stashing stuff in his pockets. From the time he was big enough to stuff those chubby little fingers into a square of fabric, his pockets have been an unending source of unusual things – sprockets, odd inkpen parts, legos, nuts, bolts, acorns, matchbox cars, pieces of string, contraband gum and candy, snacks for later, dogfood kibble, screwdrivers and wrenches, sunglasses, homework, spare shirts, balls, transformers, trading cards…all the trappings of little-boyhood. The fact that I thought cargo pants with those over-sized patchy pockets were just too cute when he was little didn’t help with the pocket stuffing situation.

My youngest son also liked bugs and creepy crawlies, and tended to stuff THOSE in his pockets as well, regardless of their willingness to be carried along. I’ve found geckos, lizards, mice, snakes and innumerable unidentified insects in his pockets as I’ve prepped clothing for the wash cycle over the years. Three summers ago, there was toad in the cargo pocket, and I missed it on the way into the washing machine. Toads are definitely not wash and wear. The poor thing probably made it through the wash cycle, since we have a front loader that uses a minimum amount of water. The spin cycle, however, proved to be too much for his warty little self, and all his innards sort of came out his mouth. Gross. Youngest son and his older brother were amazed and impressed with the array of toad organs, and spent a long time examining them while I tried to be nonchalant, pretending that I was not actually allowing my sons to poke around in toad guts. (Honestly, how often do little boys get an opportunity to see the inside of a toad out side of high school biology lab?)

We buried Mr. Toad in the back yard, and I washed the clothes all over again.

EMail Anglea Pea

This Week, April 26

It’s been a week.

Well Duh, what else would it be?  I’m pretty sure there won’t be any major revisions to the Gregorian Calendar in our lifetime, right? A week is a week.  Except when I’m sick.  And tired. Then it feels like a miserable eternity.

Update for this week? Blah.   I’ve had a nasty cold since last Thursday.  The Architect, DirtBike and I hit our city streets with the Mayor last Wednesday evening. SO much fun touring through ‘vintage’ neighborhoods and downtown!  I got to see Roxie again🙂 which was super neat, and DirtBike received major kudos from Madam Mayor for his rocking bike skills.  

Then…Thursday.  I got out of bed with that tell-tale tingle in the back of my throat.  By afternoon I’d lost my voice.  By Friday night I felt like I’d been hit by a truck and Saturday?  Mercy.  I just wanted to crawl in a hole and stay there.  But no!  It was PROM DAY!  Which meant a day of running around, last-minute touch-ups, assembling multiple bouquets and boutonnieres, then scrambling all over creation to take photos.  Monday was a major presentation pitch for a new project (we didn’t get – boo hiss) and Tuesday the coughing started.  Then MR. PEA GETS SICK, TOO!!!  I don’t need to remind any of you how awful living with a sick husband is. They are the worst patients, crankier than a teething baby. Toss in a funeral, school projects and a detailed water system model…just poke me with a fork.  I’m done. 

This slideshow requires JavaScript.

Today is better.  I sound as if I’m channeling Lauren Bacall, but I’m no longer coughing and I’m able to keep my eyelids open without propping them up with toothpicks.

Last week and this week’s mini goal is to pay it forward.  Amen!!  I love cheering folks on, so this was not so much a challenge for me – more of a reminder to pull out of my virus induced pity party and share some sunshine with others.  It happened.

As for last week’s goals and this week’s?  Let’s just call it a wash, and carry on. I survived.

  1. Weight loss – Persist. Don’t Give Up
  2. NSV – Eight Hours of Sleep minimum every night.   
  3. Exercise – Four days of cardio and two days of weight training.
  4. Nutrition – Eat more Veggies, and keep after the processed carb ban.
I’m linking up in the Ready for Summer Challenge – come join the fun!

Be Well.  Keep the Faith.

EMail Anglea Pea

How Much I Despise the DMV

Officially, I now dislike the DMV more than I loathe WalMart.

Waiting at the DMV

My first awful experience with the DMV happened when Cherry Ames was getting her learner’s permit.  We showed up, copies of all necessary papers in hand (birth certificate, social security card, proof in insurance, my driver’s license and the log proving that she had completed the first six hours of driver’s education).  We hopped in line all smiley and optimistic and started the long crawl to the counter.  I spoke with the lady in front of us, telling her how my “first baby” was learning to drive.  We visited with the folks to our sides as we snaked back and forth through the canvas corrals, inching our way to the front. After an hour and twenty-minute wait, it was our turn and we stepped up to the counter, spread the papers on the counter and handed the clerk our forms.

“We need the original birth certificate with the embossed stamp and the original social security card, Ma’am.”

What?  Since when is a photocopy not good enough?  And WHY isn’t this information posted in the instructions in the Driver’s Education packet?  I yank our book out of my bag, turn to the instruction page and show the clerk the yellow-highlighted instructions that read “…copy of birth certificate…”.

“Sorry Ma’am.  You’ll need to come back another day with original documents and then we can process the paperwork and get the permit.

Flash forward a few years, and I am once again heading to the DMV for a learner’s permit, this time with Princess Pea. It’s the beginning of Christmas Break, and I have a pile of ORIGINAL documents in my hand, forms filled out and backup copies of everything.  We wait – a mere hour this time – march to the counter and triumphantly spread the paperwork before the clerk.

“We need a VOE.”

What the heck is a VOE?  The clerk explains that it is a “Verification of Education” form.  I need proof that the minor child in my company is enrolled in school.  A new requirement.  I didn’t know it was a new requirement because we were using the same set of curriculum documents that we used to teach Cherry Ames how to drive. Princess Pea had her student ID with her, but was that enough? Uh, no.  I had a tuition payment receipt in my handbag – was that proof enough?  Still, no. There’s an official form that has to be signed by a school official, notarized and dated, and has to be presented to the DMV within seven days of issuance.  But it’s Christmas Break and the school is closed for three weeks.

Skip through several more years.  I took off work early last Friday to take The Architect to the DMV to get his learner’s permit.  I had all of our original documents, the instruction log, a VOE from the school, insurance papers, my license and even a copy of the current water bill, just in case we needed to prove residency, because, well because by this time, I’m sure I’m going to get through the DMV process with no problems.  We show up right after school and wait in line for an hour.  Then, as luck would have it, we get the little old lady clerk who moves slower than molasses in January. By the time she finishes reviewing all of our documents, signs the papers and hands back the receipt, it’s 4:45 pm.

“We shut down at 5:00, so you will have to come back on Monday to take the test.”

What the heck?  I swear, he can finish the test in 10 minutes – it’s multiple choice and nowhere near rocket science!

“Sorry, but we go home at 5:00 and cannot start administering a test at 4:45.”

Sure enough, another young lady comes out from behind the counter at 4:47 and starts escorting the fourteen or so people in line behind us out the door, telling them to come back on Monday morning.  The doors will open at 8:00 am.

SO.  The Architect and I are at the DMV at 8:05 this morning, to find the parking lot full and the line already backed up out the door.  There are four clerks at the counter, but they are all either shuffling papers or talking on the phone. They don’t even start calling people forward until 8:20.  We only wait in line for a very brief 45 minutes before getting to the counter, present our papers and check in.

“I’m sorry.  We can’t administer driving tests this morning because the state computer system is down.”


I swear, I thought my head was going to explode. They could have posted a sign on the door or something. And no, they are not authorized to administer a test on paper or orally, unless you have a certified education plan that says you have some sort of disability that prevents you from using a computer terminal.  This is why I now hate the DMV more than Walmart.

The clerk was very apologetic. I did manage to restrain myself from flying over the counter and whacking her upside the head, which turned out to be a good thing.  Why? Because  she gave us a magic ticket for whenever we come back for a third time for The Architect to take the test.  He just has to show it to any of the clerks at the counter and won’t have to wait in line.  Yeah for that!

When DirtBike gets his license, we will get through the line the first time.  I have two years to prepare.

Keep the Faith.

EMail Anglea Pea