Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thoughts on Thirty

I've been thinking about this blog for about a week and... well, I feel like there should be important words that should be said to reflect on my twenties and rev up for jumping into my thirties.

But, do you know what I have? A whole lot of nothing.

While I have few thoughts as to where I would be when the big 3-0 greeted me, I am happy with where I am.

Thirty- it's the new twenty four. That's a thought and a good one, too.

Monday, November 29, 2010


With Husband on call tonight, I have to find things to entertain Eileen as it is getting quite chilly. After her nap, we pile in the car and head up to Home Depot. Getting creative with space for Christmas, I decided on three little rosemary trees, pine garland, a fir wreath and lots of twinkle lights.

Eileen and I have had the best day decorating the apartment, coloring on paper to make small chains for the little trees scattered around the house as we turn this place into Santa's workshop.

Well, just in case anyone out there was keeping tabs, I am also allergic to pine needles. My arms are in complete hives and won't stop itching. The balcony looks beautiful, though. Looks like Husband will be the one taking those down after the new year.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Raised Right

Back in the south, as parents, they would say things like, “raised right.” 
“Oh, her? That’s Rachel Merry- her parents are Ange & Woody. She was raised right.”
This statement basically boils down to “Best to bring home to parents” in high school superlatives. I, piously, like to think that I was “raised right.” I can curtsey without wobbling. I can carry on a conversation and write a well-thought thank you note. These are just a few things that involve being “raised right.”
I am, with my very best effort, attempting to raise Eileen “right.” We do nice things for friends, like take them dinner after a baby is born or make cookies, because, really, nothing says friend like a homemade chocolate chip cookie! 
Chocolate chip cookies and being “raised right” go hand in hand. Today, Eileen and I made chocolate chip cookies for a friend who is going to her in-laws for Thanksgiving. Promises that these cookies will be excellent, Eileen and I set off to do such- be a good friend and make cookies.
In raising Eileen right, I taught her about cleanliness (it’s next to Godliness). We shucked her Aunt Polly smocked outfit and put her “helper chair” next to the mixer as we poured, stirred, and created little bits of Heaven. She learned how to get the cookie dough out of the bottom of the bowl.

She is really taken right to being "raised right."
It starts in the kitchen, you know.

Monday, November 22, 2010

It would be called raised right.

I have this somewhat above average blog about Eileen and cookies... and being raised right. However, I can't get the *%&^#$ blogger to find the %&#^ adorable pictures, and the story is not as funny without the pictures...


Sunday, November 14, 2010

hee hee...

I have made a hat and am currently working on a scarf.

Turbo nerd... right here.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Sewing... knitting....

For as long as I can remember, I have always wanted to learn how to sew. This past Christmas, my parents picked up on it and bought me a sewing machine. I was incredibly excited and promptly signed up for 10 classes. 9 of my classes were cancelled. I have a very lovely pillow case that I made in my first class, and have had to set the dream aside until we relocate to a place that has reasonable childcare, or I get a husband back from his second residence found at Children's National. 

I moved on to bread. 88 tries at a non-cheating sour dough bread where I caught and grew my own yeast  lead to a very gleeful, "HOT DAMN!" when I succeeded.  What sort of other homemade goodies can I create in my kitchen?

And homemade indeed, I did create. 

Next, Eileen's bows at the store are a ha-ha funny $4.50 EACH. A trip to the craft emporium and found enough supplies to make 20 bows for the same $4.50. Super glue, scissors, and a little Elmer's- Eileen can throw her bows out of the stroller and there are plenty more. I am no longer upset at the loss of $4.50.

Filling the void of sewing and really wanting to learn how to make lace and French handsew, I found a knitting class.

I am knitting a hat. And I am in love all over again. It is a kid-friendly place where I learn to knit from a published expert: The Expectant Knitter: 30 Designs for Baby and Your Growing Family... Marie is awesome and has such patience with my untrained hands.

I knitted and knitted for 2 hours on Sunday night as my babe and husband slept (they both went to bed at 7- one had not had a nap and the "fall back" really monkeyed with her schedule & the other had not slept in 48 hours and worked for 31 of them). Realizing that something was not right with my stitches, the next morning I was in front of Maire's shop, Stitch DC, and she showed me where I went wrong, ripped out my stitches and helped me start over. 

I am so impressed with my abilities and creativity. HOT DAMN!

Yoga... bread... crafts... knitting... what's next? 

Thursday, November 4, 2010


It has been cold.
It has been rainy.
It has caused a total lack of ability, not lack of motivation, to continue my commitment of 1000 miles.

My goal has been hovering at 701 for most of this week. That one-- that little ONE at the end of the seven hundred has been mocking me, laughing, and otherwise hacking me off.

Last night, Eileen and I walked to Capital City Brew to eat dinner with Husband as he did not leave the hospital until 7:00. So, FINALLY.... I am at 700.

700 miles left to go, 300 dominated.

I am, sadly, anticipating my speed to slow down dramatically as the weather starts to become less and less agreeable with having a baby outside without DFACS getting a phone call....

Alas, we must make due and find other ways to expel our energy... mine as much as hers.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Beth & Co.

On one hand, this should not be a blog that I post to the masses. On the other hand, it is nothing that we are ashamed of, and at the rate “gossip” travels through Augusta, GA- I must acknowledge that my mother’s homepage is my blog. Not by her choice, but mine. She does not know how to change it, so every morning and afternoon when she shakes her mouse to check her email, weather, and foxnews, she has to start here- at Meet The Newest Cagle Dot Com.
So, Hi Mom! I hope you are proud of me and your dashing SIL.
What started out as a wholesome family day concluded as such with a little interlude here and there. This weekend was Husband’s first day off in over two weeks. He actually got 48 hours that he could rub together as his own. We spent the weekend walking, attending a kids Halloween festival, restoring sanity, attending mass with the Pillbox that was LMC, and watching the GA/FL game. It was the ONLY thing Husband wanted to do all weekend (football), and I, obviously, was happy to oblige. 
Wholesome-- we are meeting up with Beth & Co. at Molly Malone’s... this might sound like a bar and it might look like a bar, but when it comes down to it, at 3:30 in the afternoon-- it is a restaurant. We showed up to find no Beth. No company.
An email, phone call response, and we were off to, um, Trusty’s.
Sidenote: I get nervous when I meet new people and try to hide it well. Before though, my stomach is butterflies, I talk too fast, and my hands sweat. I have no idea why, but I do. And it happens a lot more now that we are in a city where we know only a handful of people. 
SO- we start walking UP Pennsylvania (not the way you want to go when coming from the hill) and it gets a little shady but, like I said, it’s 3:30 on a Saturday- husband, wife, and stroller are walking to Trusty’s... so no big deal. My hands start sweating, the butterflies are finding their way up my throat. Further and farther up Penn; I call Beth back to make sure we are heading the right way, “YO! Does this place have cheap drinks and free cab rides home? I’m afraid we are going to get mugged.”
“Cheap drinks, yes. Free cabs, no.”
We arrive to the Arkansas Club bar [Trusty’s] and immediately walk home. Not back to Senate Square, but into Squeaky’s Tip Top or Allen’s or Helga’s or DT’s, or any other awesome dive that you instantly fall in love with. With our baby.
We had our baby at a bar. 
Beer from a mason jar, a converted school bus as a bar, and old oil cans as lights, I was in love with this place. There was wire mesh on the windows like at a crusty liquor store that sells no liquor on the wrong side of the tracks. It was awesome.
We walk in and seeing a friendly face like Beth’s, your butterflies flitter away and the sweaty hands cool off. 
Beth & Co.
Beth escorted the 3 Cagles (and our stroller) to two tables in the back where Eileen made friends with the post-college kids and we ran into not one person that knew us, but seven. Seven people separately came up to us or hollered across the cement floored bar, “HEY! You Cagle? Have a beer!” The Kinks were playing on the old jukebox and the burgers were frying next to the bar.
Whether it was our pediatricians sons, the neighbors kids from back home, our banker’s niece, or someone we went to school with-- it was an amazing mixture of only Moultrie and Augusta kids. Promises of babysitters and phone numbers exchanged, we sat and watched Georgia as Sinatra came on the juke box. 
The Polynesian bartender brought another round and Beth nodded that it would go on her tab. Then Guns & Roses. Touchdown Georgia! Followed by INXS, and the Beastie Boys. Interception! The Beach Boys, an order of fries and the immortal Billy Joel.
Stories got taller and the crowd got thicker. Lopsided smiles started to appear on the post college kids faces and the people all around us. 
These were our people here with Beth.
The bartender was unfazed by the baby. 
The cop walking through escorting the prostitute out of the bar tipped his hat to Eileen and gave her a high five.
The prostitute was unfazed.
The PCK (post college kids) were unfazed.
Even Eileen was unfazed when I took her to the roof and out the back door to change her diaper (I would not change it in the bathroom).
She is a versatile kid.
Beth is a great friend.
And we had a great, almost normal day. Average Saturday, just like any Saturday. Welcome home, Cagles.