Friday, March 14, 2008

Spring Yard Clean Up

Before the snowstorm last night, I spent a few hours in rice-pickin' position cleaning up the front flower bed earlier this week. There are tulips coming up. (I type with a smile.) Little was up to lending a hand . . . check out the look of concentration as he's choppin' down these black eyed susans . . .

Moments of clarity --

My one true friend is faced with a dilemma. She may be moving her family into her mother's house. And in my thoughts on her life, I had a moment of clarity.

Here’s what I know about having my 4th child. I wish I would have seen with clarity and known with my heart what to do with the 1st one like I think I know what I’m doing now. It would have changed the course of our lives. And I wish I would have had the balls to not listen to some people. Like my mother – and my mother-in-law and the checker and Albertson’s and the service guy at Dodge. Point being, if you put yourself frequently into the situation where you must hear their opinions, you also, in some way, must honor their opinions. If you further muddy that line and place yourself in the piss-poor-position where someone might keep track of what you are doing, you are bound to ruffle native feathers. In many ways, distance is good. It’s good to go home. It’s good for other people to go home. It’s good for most people (and this may be my borderline-shut-in, marginally-agorophobic personality) to have distance. And for most people, the “help with kids by nature of proximity” theory is a worse deal than distance. Pure and simple, beautiful and blissful distance is a good thing.

Ahh --

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Tee Hee Hee -- Look who's 3 (months, that is)

Here's my baby and my boy -- I know -- adorable. She has her eyebrows up in the "seriously, mom . . . put the ever-lovin' camera DOWN" look.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008


That's me -- Frumpelstilskin.

Today, I went to the dentist for my sparkly new - six-hundred-dollar crown, and my dentist (and his assistnat, which is ultimately more important) -- said the LOVE my hair. In fact, most people have said the LOVE my new hair. My dentist said I was "not a frumpy mom" --

Which had me pondering on the way home: Good thing he doesn't see me every day! What would my dentist think if he knew that getting real jeans on to come to the dentist is actually an "event" in my house. PJ's and gymn clothes are what I live in!!

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Here is my new haircut

It has been 6 days with my new haircut and I do believe it was a mistake.