Alison Hodgson

Expert on the etiquette of perilous times.

It really was the best of both worlds.

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Here we have a beautiful fairy and her dear friend and cousin, Hannah Montana. Are you laughing my friends? If you can look at this without snorting or at the very least, giggling, please seek medical assistance immediately.
The wig wasn’t really the highest quality but, right out of the package it looked fine, even after Eden tried it on a few times. Then Christopher got ahold of it, Torey tried it on and we might have jammed it on Willa’s head a time or two. When Eden put it on last night I tried to brush it out a little, but that wasn’t going to work, so I just slipped in a couple of bobby pins and called it good.
When Torey saw her in all her blonde and sparkly glory she said, “OH.MY.GOODNESS. YOU LOOK LIKE THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS!!!!!!!
We both wish there was a picture of Eden’s face at that moment. Her eyes disappeared and with her missing teeth her smile looked just like a jack o’ lantern.
The joke amongst the adults was “a beautiful fairy and Hannah Montana: hurricane survivor”.
We’re so glad she did and that she came to our party.

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I awoke at five this morning to the sound of Eden crashing into Paul’s nightstand as she fell out of our bed,  into which she crawled last night when Christopher accidentally triggered the house alarm as he opened up the back door to take some pictures of the moon…at midnight.

He had asked permission to use my camera and to take the picture.
I had just crawled into bed and, completely exhausted, said he could, forgetting I had just set the alarm.
People really ought to be filming us, but I am so grateful they aren’t.

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Started a post today, but didn’t finish it.

I’m busy.  Paul has extra work and a trip looming.  The girls still go to different schools and I still neducate Christopher…sort of.
I’ve exercised a so much today and I’m so tired, but I have raised my standards, so I need to go spruce the house before passing out.
Also, I’m working on a stand up bit for the writer’s conference, my writer’s group sponsors.  I don’t feel the angst of last year, my first time doing  it, probably because I didn’t schedule another speaking gig on an entirely different subject the week before, like I did last year.  I don’t feel stressed, but I need to knuckle down so that what I have to say is tight and entertaining.  It is so fulfilling making people laugh.  Last year I was completely strung out under the stress of “doing stand up” since I am not a comedian.  Now I know that my task is to just tell funny writing stories.  That I can do, whatever you call it.
Today was a really good.  I accomplished a lot and not very much depending on what categories you you might be counting.  And if you had a bird’s eye view of me, depending on when you were looking you might have thought I was wonder woman or the laziest lady in the world.
I was in the cross hairs of grace and works and let me tell you it’s a wondrous place to be.  
I want to live there.

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Eden is up, though it’s almost 10:00 pm.  She has a cold and after weeping off and on for two hours and begging us to let her sleep with us we relented.  Paul and I were lounging on our bed playing on our laptops.  The second we told Eden she was in, she shot back to her room for her pillow and a blanket.  She snuggled in between us and began to chittety chat our ears off.  I turned to her, looked into her sleepy eyes and asked her if she would like to sip a little “rasberry tea” (a magnesium drink that helps us sleep) and read a little Laura Ingalls.  She did.  As I walked to the kitchen she called after me, 
“I’ll save your spot!”
My heart, already soft, melted.  
That the bed is mine, that it’s always my spot and not in need of saving doesn’t really matter does it?  It’s good to be chosen.
And now I’m going to choose her back.

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