It's time to "Exhale"....You will be sincerely missed, Ms. Houston.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
February Fun....
While wasting time doing research on the internets (I am positive this is what my Papa Donnie would call it) I stopped by one of my favorite blogs, Joy's Hope. After my own history with babies, I especially admire Julie for sharing her story & courage with the world. Her posts are funny, enlightening, real, & inspiring. The inspiring part is what brings me to today....
This photo challenge may be a bit difficult to do as our camera has magically decided to crap out on us. But I will do my best with my little iPod Touch camera & see what I can come up with. Maybe even a new camera will show up before the end of February. *ahem*
You should play, too. It's fun.
This photo challenge may be a bit difficult to do as our camera has magically decided to crap out on us. But I will do my best with my little iPod Touch camera & see what I can come up with. Maybe even a new camera will show up before the end of February. *ahem*
You should play, too. It's fun.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Singing Sunday
I don't like you, but I love you
This has been in my head for almost 3 full days. You're welcome.
This has been in my head for almost 3 full days. You're welcome.
Friday, January 20, 2012
Etta James, 1938-2012
Today the world is a little more bleak, the heavens shine a little brighter, as we celebrate the life of Etta James, born Jamesetta Hawkins.
Ms. James,
You fully, unselfishly revealed to me the awe-inspiring power & beauty of one's voice. In just a few short bars you light a fire within, make my heart ache, bring me to my knees, & then make me stand tall once more.
Thank you....
Monday, January 16, 2012
Content of Character
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.
How beautiful a world it will be when we can all be judged by the content of our character....
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Thank You, Sunday
- Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
- Martin Luther King Jr.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
24 hours
* Debate 2013 Baseball Hall of Fame prospects, steroids, & gambling.
* Watch "Moneyball". Love it.
* Turn up burner too high & burn oil in Whirly Popper.
* Cut hole in popcorn bag to fill up container, only to realize another has been ripped & kernels are falling out all over the counter, floor, stove.
* It takes two adult Schumakers & three containers to wrangle all the popcorn kernels.
* Oil is so hot it burns half the kernels, rather than popping them.
* Bowl of popcorn just magically falls off the arm of the chair all over my lap, the chair, & new carpet.
* There is some type of hole in my lip that causes me to drool my alcohol all down my sweatshirt, rather than down my throat.
* F-ing popcorn falls out of the bowl again.
* Gigantic nose zit gets even bigger & redder. In the morning, the bigger child says, "Mom, what's wrong with your nose? Do you need a bandaid?" Smaller child says, "Mama, you got owie? Aww, poor Mama."
* Run dishwasher.
* New flooring gets christened with dog barf. A lot of dog barf.
* Bigger child takes, literally, two steps outside the garage & falls on the driveway in the snow. Twice. "I'm ok, I'm ok." she says.
* Nice, long phone conversation with my friend, Michelle.
* Dog barf again.
* Rearrange kitchen cabinets. Move serving bowls & platter seven times before settling on a spot that will do for now.
* New carpet stairs get christened with dog barf.
* Smaller child states she wants "noo-duhs & cookies" for "yunch". Done & Done.
* Trip over multiple tiaras & princess shoes in the kitchen.
* "MOMIWANTSTAWBEHYEEJUICEINNAMYCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!"
* "MOMIWANHEEYUHGEORGIATHONGNOW!!!!!!!!!!!"
* "MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
* Read "Smile For Elmo" & rock the smaller child.
* Take a shower without interruption.
* Freak out because dog has refused to drink water & has been sleeping excessively.
* Call vet & make early evening appointment.
* Drive to pick up bigger child from school with a plastic high heeled clad toddler in tow.
* Make hot chocolate for snack. Become a hero.
* Help with homework, but not with sentence writing because she does not *need* it.
* Take puppy to vet. Spend some bucks for a shot, some amoxil, & advice that if she isn't better by Saturday to bring her in for bloodwork.
* Make kickass dinner that no one is nearky as excited about as me. Happy for leftover clementine salsa for the next 24 hours.
* Receive play by play of two bowling games from bigger child.
* "MAMAGIMMIEDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!"
* Smaller child gets angry because there is no more dip & throws plate across the table & onto the floor.
* Clean kitchen. Set dishwasher to run in three hours. For the second time.
* Listen to bigger child read "That's Not My Reindeer" for bedtime book. Cuddle in rocking chair with bigger & smaller.
* Hear a clink, clink, bonk sound & then "I spilled my beer." New living room carpet has been christened.
* Write blog post about the last 24 hours.
* Watch "Moneyball". Love it.
* Turn up burner too high & burn oil in Whirly Popper.
* Cut hole in popcorn bag to fill up container, only to realize another has been ripped & kernels are falling out all over the counter, floor, stove.
* It takes two adult Schumakers & three containers to wrangle all the popcorn kernels.
* Oil is so hot it burns half the kernels, rather than popping them.
* Bowl of popcorn just magically falls off the arm of the chair all over my lap, the chair, & new carpet.
* There is some type of hole in my lip that causes me to drool my alcohol all down my sweatshirt, rather than down my throat.
* F-ing popcorn falls out of the bowl again.
* Gigantic nose zit gets even bigger & redder. In the morning, the bigger child says, "Mom, what's wrong with your nose? Do you need a bandaid?" Smaller child says, "Mama, you got owie? Aww, poor Mama."
* Run dishwasher.
* New flooring gets christened with dog barf. A lot of dog barf.
* Bigger child takes, literally, two steps outside the garage & falls on the driveway in the snow. Twice. "I'm ok, I'm ok." she says.
* Nice, long phone conversation with my friend, Michelle.
* Dog barf again.
* Rearrange kitchen cabinets. Move serving bowls & platter seven times before settling on a spot that will do for now.
* New carpet stairs get christened with dog barf.
* Smaller child states she wants "noo-duhs & cookies" for "yunch". Done & Done.
* Trip over multiple tiaras & princess shoes in the kitchen.
* "MOMIWANTSTAWBEHYEEJUICEINNAMYCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!"
* "MOMIWANHEEYUHGEORGIATHONGNOW!!!!!!!!!!!"
* "MMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"
* Read "Smile For Elmo" & rock the smaller child.
* Take a shower without interruption.
* Freak out because dog has refused to drink water & has been sleeping excessively.
* Call vet & make early evening appointment.
* Drive to pick up bigger child from school with a plastic high heeled clad toddler in tow.
* Make hot chocolate for snack. Become a hero.
* Help with homework, but not with sentence writing because she does not *need* it.
* Take puppy to vet. Spend some bucks for a shot, some amoxil, & advice that if she isn't better by Saturday to bring her in for bloodwork.
* Make kickass dinner that no one is nearky as excited about as me. Happy for leftover clementine salsa for the next 24 hours.
* Receive play by play of two bowling games from bigger child.
* "MAMAGIMMIEDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!"
* Smaller child gets angry because there is no more dip & throws plate across the table & onto the floor.
* Clean kitchen. Set dishwasher to run in three hours. For the second time.
* Listen to bigger child read "That's Not My Reindeer" for bedtime book. Cuddle in rocking chair with bigger & smaller.
* Hear a clink, clink, bonk sound & then "I spilled my beer." New living room carpet has been christened.
* Write blog post about the last 24 hours.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday Creativity
- So you see, imagination needs moodling - long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering.
- Brenda Ueland
- My moodling will have to wait, as I will be holding a pukey, sick baby today. But I encourage you to moodle to your heart's content....
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Release, Let Go, Fly
Far too often in 2011 I found myself looking for answers, wondering what went wrong, trying desperately to "fix", looking for a place to house my hurt....When the New Year hit, I looked around & found myself in the same place: Caged. Trapped. Trapped by fear, pain, uncertainty.
A few days ago I sat down & wrote letters. Letters that explicitly spelled out my pain, hoping to relieve me from it. Some I intended to mail so that others would know my pain, some I thought I would hold on to so I could remember my pain, others I wasn't quite sure what to do with. I kept these letters for 3 days. I read them over & over again. Putting pen to paper released some of my pain, sure. But each time I read my words it bounced right back to me, tenfold.
On the third day, I received an internal slap in the face. "Remember my pain?" I thought to myself, "Who the fuck wants to hold on to that forever? Do YOU?" I also asked myself if I wanted to be that person: You hurt me so I hurt you back & try to make you just as miserable. I don't want to be that person. I am not that person. I finally, finally understood I was the one allowing the pain to continue by letting it take up residence within me. I knew I wanted to release it.
I want to share beauty, light, purpose, music, love....
I burned those pages & pages of hurt & anger. And as I placed each page into the flames I said out loud, "I release you. Goodbye."
Sounds corny as hell, but damn if it didn't work.
With each page burned, a boulder removed itself from my chest. And as I watched the pages turn to ashes & disappear I realized all those words, the pain & anger, were no longer mine. They. Were. Gone.
And now I am finally free to fly.
A few days ago I sat down & wrote letters. Letters that explicitly spelled out my pain, hoping to relieve me from it. Some I intended to mail so that others would know my pain, some I thought I would hold on to so I could remember my pain, others I wasn't quite sure what to do with. I kept these letters for 3 days. I read them over & over again. Putting pen to paper released some of my pain, sure. But each time I read my words it bounced right back to me, tenfold.
On the third day, I received an internal slap in the face. "Remember my pain?" I thought to myself, "Who the fuck wants to hold on to that forever? Do YOU?" I also asked myself if I wanted to be that person: You hurt me so I hurt you back & try to make you just as miserable. I don't want to be that person. I am not that person. I finally, finally understood I was the one allowing the pain to continue by letting it take up residence within me. I knew I wanted to release it.
I want to share beauty, light, purpose, music, love....
I burned those pages & pages of hurt & anger. And as I placed each page into the flames I said out loud, "I release you. Goodbye."
Sounds corny as hell, but damn if it didn't work.
With each page burned, a boulder removed itself from my chest. And as I watched the pages turn to ashes & disappear I realized all those words, the pain & anger, were no longer mine. They. Were. Gone.
And now I am finally free to fly.
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