Friday, December 30, 2011

What's It Going To Take?

As I sit and wonder about the emotional wars many of my peers are fighting, I ponder the who's, why's, what's, when's, where's and how's of this war they are fighting. Not that I haven't fought this battle myself. On the contrary: I have fought it, and I've come out a victor. I've realized that every day I breathe is a gift to myself and a gift to my loved ones.

Some bask in the clouds of negativity, which will do nothing but encourage the thunder to roll and enable lighting to strike. Who wants to live in a constant state of paranoia, fear and doubt?

Choose happiness, my readers!
Choose life, my friends!
Choose love, my loves!

"I think you know, more than you say
You say it makes you happy when I stay
When I stay, I stay far away
What’s it gonna take for you to be happy?

I think you’re sad, I’m sad for you
You make no change, nothing you do
Will alter your thinking, and this is true
What’s it gonna take for you to be happy?

I want you to run to the wind
Laugh in the breeze
Sing at the top of your voice
I want you to dance in the rain
Don’t cry anymore
Don’t you know it’s a choice?

I think it’s time, time to move on
Look to the future, the here and beyond
You are not weak, but so very strong
What’s it gonna take for you to be happy?

I want you to run to the wind
Laugh in the breeze
Sing at the top of your voice
I want you to dance in the rain
Don’t cry anymore
Don’t you know it’s a choice?

I think you know, more than you say
You say it makes you happy when I stay
We’re only actors, this life is a play
What’s it gonna take for you to be happy?"

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Considering the Alternative

           A precocious four-year old little boy with curly brown hair and the biggest green eyes you have ever seen has a life-debilitating skin disorder. His big sister calls him “Bubba”, his parents call him “Sport” and his pediatrician calls him “Un-diagnosable”. Three and a half years of tests, treatments, and no results led this little green-eyed angel’s parents to Arizona where they were told of a medical facility practicing only alternative medicine. One round of allergy tests later and “Sport’s” parents were given the tremendous news that their little man has a food allergy which is causing his skin to break out. A lifetime of watching what he eats has replaced the worry of a lifetime of a skin disorder, and he is now a happy, normal, healthy little boy.

She was thirty-eight years old, overweight, and suffered from high blood pressure. Through the course of the winter months she developed a sniffle which then turned into a cough. Taking the matter into her own hands, she bought an over-the-counter cold medicine which in turn reacted with her blood pressure medicine prescribed by her primary care physician. Thirty-six hours later her friends and family were mourning the devastating loss of such a sweet woman. While traditional medicine is considered the norm in today's American society, alternative medicine should very rarely be the alternative.

The majority of America is familiar with the concept and tools of conventional (or traditional) medicine such as blood work, shots, x-rays, and prescription medications. What is the alternative approach? Alternative medicine is the use of plant and mineral based products for treatment in conjunction with physical and nonphysical therapies.  Alternative medicine treats the body in a holistic manner; instead of diagnosing and treating one specific ailment (chronic back pain for instance), practitioners looks at the body as a whole and treats the body as a whole. According to the Hippocratic Oath, physicians are required to “prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.”

“Most foods today have been genetically altered, irradiated, over-processed and refined, tainted with pesticides, hormones, preservatives and chemicals. We are all exposed daily to polluted air and water. Our work and living environments contain radiation, microwaves, metal toxicity, (dental fillings) and an overabundance of electromagnetic frequencies. Sure, your medical doctor can put twenty dollar names to a million different diseases, but there is really only one physiological cause and one simple cure. This is why for decades, Naturopaths and other natural healers see their clients able to heal every disease known with simple broad spectrum natural healing programs,” explains Marcia Aschendorf, a physician of Naturopathic medicine.

Critics may dispute the fact that although alternative medicinal remedies have been in existence since the presence of mankind, the progress of science is a better choice for medical practices. Natural medicine is in actuality the foundation for modern medical practice due to the fact that half of today’s prescriptions derive from plants. The difference is that you are putting a one hundred percent natural product in your body, rather than one that has been processed in a lab and lost much of its integrity along the way. Alternative medication often brings other benefits beyond what you might expect. For example, you might take feverfew to get relief from a migraine, to then find complete and total relief from your nauseated stomach. These dual effects are what make alternative medicine holistic in approach and so unique.

Some may wonder how alternative medicine compares to traditional medicine in terms of cost, as many health insurance policies do not cover naturopathic physicians or herbs. A trip to see your primary care physician in order to receive a prescription for Claritin (for relief of seasonal allergies) will run you close to one hundred and twenty dollars; not including the cost of your prescription refill that will last you three months. An ancient practice that has proven to be accurate and beneficial is to take a teaspoon of local honey a day. Because of the verified effectiveness of eating this local honey it makes perfect sense to give it a try first.

Opposition will come in many different forms, as is the way for anything different or unconventional. While some may dispute the fact that “popping an Advil” for a headache is quick, convenient, and culturally acceptable, if an individual is taking care of their body by ingesting enough water throughout the day and increasing their awareness of environmental stresses to then alleviate them, the chance of even getting a headache is tremendously minimalized.

I, personally, struggle with respiratory issues twice a year. For the last ten years I have been in the hospital every October and every April for bronchitis and have contaminated my body with the use of steroid-filled inhalers, allergy tablets and prescribed narcotics to ease the pain of coughing. My bronchiolar episodes last an average of two to three weeks and makes living my life to its fullest capacity a chore during those times. This year, with the onset of my seasonal bronchitis, I started a consistent system of Echinacea, vitamin C, eight glasses of water a day, and plenty of rest. Within four days, and without a trip to the hospital, I am cough and congestion-free and feeling one hundred percent better.

Why then, is traditional medicine the cultural norm in today’s society? Do you take Paxil to ease your anxiety because that is what your mother did? Do you see your gastroenterologist because a friend suggested him to you? Take some time out for you and understand the dangers of polluting your body with chemical based medicines. You wouldn’t water your flowers with a margarita; why fill your body with something that doesn’t belong?

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The Power of Positive Living

The more I delve into the different areas of holistic healing and natural medicines, the more I learn how closely affected our physical bodies are to our emotional and psychological bodies. Take stress, for instance. For some people when they are stressed or anxious, knots can form in the back or neck. For others, stomach issues can arise; and again, for others, migraines take over their bodies and even immune systems can drop so the common head and chest colds gain control over day to day living.

While some of these issues are truly medical concerns, a lot of these concerns can be initially eliminated by taking several minutes out a day for yourself. I will attempt to lay out a simple plan that has worked for me, and I am hoping will work for you as well!

1. Before you even get out of bed in the morning, mentally list all things you are grateful for. My list will sound something like this:
* I woke up to a brand new day! A brand new day means a brand new page of my life's book. What shall we write in it today?
* I have a hubby who adores me, and who also is adored by me. Whether I have a busy day or nothing to do, I have a cheerleader and support system already rooting for me before I even open my eyes!
* I will get puppy kisses today.
* I have the energy and passion to accomplish __________ today!
 2. Take five minutes to do several yoga poses and stretches. This gets your blood moving in the morning, and in the process of basic "exercise" you are able to mentally program your thought process for the day. Some different thoughts that I will think during my five minutes of yoga are:
- Breathe in alertness, breathe out sleep. Breathe in awakeness, breathe out sleep.
- Breathe in strength, breathe out weakness. Breathe in peace, breathe out anxiety.
- Breathe in the positive, breathe out the negative.
 3. Remember that in all instances, in every minute of your day, you are responsible for the way you perceive all things. If someone is ugly to you, your response is your decision.
"How people treat you is their karma... How you react is your own"
Taking ten minutes out of your day for yourself is a lot less strenuous and way more beneficial than taking trips to your chiropractor or having a label slapped on your for having IBS. These small things have helped slow me down, has relieved years worth of back pain and has all in all given me the power to positively change my day. The power of positive thinking leads to the power of positive living.


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Have A Nice Day!!

John wakes up at promptly eight thirty. He gets out of bed, without hitting the snooze button and goes straight to the bathroom. I’ve always been envious of those “morning people” who don’t have to use the modern-day miracle of a snooze button. He showers his six foot frame and then proceeds to brush his thirty-two teeth. Clothed in a medium-size dark-colored shirt,  thirty-two inch dark-wash jeans, grey Saucony’s and black frame glasses, he brushes his sandy brown hair, adjusts the stray hairs of his over-grown beard, grabs his black Velcro wallet and keys and walks out of the vintage, art-deco inspired loft apartment.
At ten o’clock on a Tuesday morning, not much is going on at Wally World. There are retired men and women going for their morning walk, as depicted by the nice khaki and black slacks, the rainbow of button-down shirts and white Reebok walking shoes. After the exercise, they congregate at aisle number six to pick out today’s Number One Doctor Recommended Vitamin Supplement For The Senior Society. Gathering the necessary weekly items of wheat bread, whole milk, and Fig Newtons, they march to the tune of “Blue Suede Shoes” to the register and check out.
Noon comes and goes with the rush of business professionals grabbing personal provisions. The hurried click of dress shoes resonate off the hard cement floors and up into the twenty-five foot high ceilings. A flash of black dress pants and a pressed, white-linen shirt speeds by to grab a “healthy” lunch from Subway (it’s better than McDonald’s, right?) and the aroma of Genoa salami, spicy pepperoni, Black Forest ham, lettuce, tomato, provolone cheese and freshly baked bread linger longer than the professional’s entire rendezvous into Wal-Mart.
It is now after five in the afternoon and the scene has changed. Busier, more hectic, and more vibrant is the atmosphere. Young parents toting small children and pushing shopping carts over flowing with frozen pizzas, Kool-Aid packets and diapers maneuver their way through the crowded aisles and to the line.

“Mom, I want this!”
“No. Put it down!”
“But I NEED it!”
“You don’t NEED anything; PUT IT DOWN!”
Teenagers are now rudely pushing their way between the young families, bouncing children’s rubber balls, riding bikes through the aisles and shopping for new clothes, makeup, and electronics. As John is walking the store, a young teenager catches his eye. She is wearing jeans that have multiple tears in the legs, a neon green tank top, a sweatshirt that looks to be two sizes too big, and on her shoulder is a cute multi-colored handbag. As she shops for eye shadow that specifically matches her tank top, she discreetly drops a small container of face cream into her bag.
Keeping his distance, but never losing sight of her, John follows her. She meets up with her group of friends and proceeds towards the checkout counter. As she digs through her cute multi-colored handbag to retrieve her wallet, one of her friends says something funny and all three of them start to laugh. She pays for the eye shadow and walks towards the door.
“Excuse me, ma’am, my name is John and I work loss prevention for Wal-Mart. I have reason to believe that you have something in your purse that you have not paid for. I need you to follow me to my office so we can talk more about this.”
After having her empty the contents of her handbag on the counter in his office, John finds three containers of face cream, a tube of mascara and a 100-count package of hair bands. Big blue eyes tear up as she takes a seat on the cold, ugly, brown leather couch.
“According Wal-Mart policy, I am going to have to call the authorities. Wait here while I go make the call.”
John calls police dispatch to get an officer to the store. The police officer shows up within twenty excruciating long minutes and the young teenage girl with the neon green eye shadow gets escorted off by the officer. As she is ushered out of the door, she turns around and exclaims,

“I’m sorry, sir! I promise, I will never do it again!”
“I am so glad to hear you say that, Miss. Have a Nice Day.”

Forty-five minutes of paperwork and one less indigent later, John walks back out on the store’s floor to look for another thief, another victim of society’s “entitlement fever”, another man or woman, another teenager or business professional. Digital cameras, face cream, dog food, DVDs, golf balls, and packaged meat are all under the protection of John.
A perfectly symmetrical circle, colored a pleasantly bright yellow with black markings inside the shape, depicting two oval eyes and a thin mouth. Brought into pop-culture existence in 1963 by American commercial artist, Harvey Ball, then internationally through the use of multinational public corporation, Wal-Mart, we now see this emblem and think to ourselves “Don’t Worry – Be Happy”, “Have A Nice Day”, or “Roll Back Prices!”.

All shapes and sizes of people will walk into a Wal-Mart store at any given time – day or night – at any given location. Upon seeing this American icon when entering the store, it is their choice, as well as yours and mine, to “Have a Nice Day”.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

water: the year of sunbathing and reality

So today marks one full week of being twenty-nine years old. I have to say, all the months, weeks, days and hours leading up to the thirty-first of May were ones of agony, reflection, and unbelief. This year marks my last year of my twenties, and then I will be thirty. 
A terrorizing thought. 

Or so, it was. 

After many hours of reflection (up on my roof, sunbathing, of course), I started to think about not so much how old I will be on my next birthday, but what I have accomplished in the last twenty-eight years of my life. It truly has been 10,227 days of growth, adventure, tears, praise, and love. I have accomplished much in my short life already, and I am proud of who I have become and all I have experienced. So I therefore, right there up on my roof, deemed the age of twenty-nine as the year of the woman. 

A day or two after that revelation of not being scared of my age (or wrinkles, flabby arms, crows feet, etc), I was again deep in thought about many different situations, scenarios, and circumstances we all face in our life. The who's, why's, when's, where's, how's and what's of life always tend to keep my gears cranking. This thought then came to me in a moment of meditation. 

"I create my own reality."

Isn't that true for everybody? Do we not all take the pieces of our lives, and those around us, and form what we see as being what we want to see? Whether is be a positive or negative experience, we all tend to make situations what we want them to be. 

My younger brother and I had the exact same experiences as children, due to the fact that we were two years apart, homeschooled, and very rarely did things on our own. We did school together, played together, ate together, etc. All of our memories of our childhood should be the same, right? 

They aren't.

We tend to take "snapshots" of different parts of our life and then hold on to them for dear life, claiming that those snapshots ARE our life, and no one can tell us differently. This may not be a bad thing, but I don't think it is a very healthy outlook on lives in general. 

Things happen. 
People evolve. 
Breathe in, breathe out. 

No one can make you see your life as anything other than what you choose is your own reality. Surround yourself with negativity, and your reality is negative. 
Surround yourself with positivity, and your reality is then positive. 

So with these thoughts I was thinking (which is more like rambling, I know), added to the revelation I had about twenty-nine being the year of the woman, I decided that twenty-nine is not the year of the woman, 
but twenty-nine is the year of reality. 

Defining reality, living reality. 

Or maybe twenty-nine is just the year of twenty-nine. 
It's your reality, you decide. 

Friday, May 20, 2011

water: my family tree

What defines a family? Taken from a website I frequent, I found a definition of the word "family" as this:
group of people who are generally not blood relations but who  share common attitudes, interests, or goals and,frequently, live together.
I would think that this means more to today's society than the more common definition of man, woman, and children, of blood descent, and who share the same biological line. Honestly, who do you go to for support, wisdom, a hug, and to share news? Is it your father or little sister? Or is it usually the ones that share common attitudes, interests and goals? I say the latter. That is definitely more so the case for me. 

Why is this? Why as adults do we generally bypass the biological connections and migrate towards our friends? I know for me, I have created a family of friends that support me, defend me, correct me, and most importantly, love me.  If love is what connects people, than that gives great reason as to why so many biological families fall apart: there is no love. 

Here is where I decide to either discuss why this is on my mind today, or discuss how great my friends are. One will leave me in a perpetual state of negative bewilderment, and the other will force me to meditate on the positive in my life. I choose positive. 

you are my Buddhist Bell. I smile whenever I think about you (which is quite frequently), I laugh at your messages on my voicemail, I cry when I feel your pain, and I love every minute I spend with you. I look forward to your hugs, your laughs, and your inspirational words of wisdom. Thank you for being you. 

you are one of the most beautifully talented people I know. Your passion for life amazes me. Your passion for amazement is alive. I know that every person you meet is touched by your generosity and beautiful nature, and I am so blessed to call you brother. Thank you for being you. 

you make me laugh like a child. That good ol' deep belly laugh, that resonates from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, tickling every part of my insides on the ride up. I haven't known you very long, but I know you well enough to share with the world that you are one of my closest friends, a sister. 
Thank you for being you!

dad, fellow piano player. Your sarcasm and cynicism are only coverings for the amazing person you really are. You have a heart of gold, and I feel so lucky that I am one of the few that know that. I always look forward to seeing you, basking in your political, social and theological wisdom, and walking away a better person, just because I was with you. Thank you for loving me, and thank you for being you. 

my dear, I miss you tremendously. It has been over ten years since I've last seen you, yet every conversation we have is like no time has escaped us. Even when we were kids we had an emotional and psychological connection that couldn't be explained, and I have long since tried to do so. You speak truth, you live life as if it is your only life to live, and you aren't afraid of who you are. Thank you for being you. 

Kurt and Bek, 
we were a unit at one point, and that memory forever will keep me in check! You guys are go getters, truly talented individuals, and amazingly beautiful people. I know if I were to pick up the phone right now, we would be on it talking for hours, laughing like crazy, and reminiscing about Uncle and LHB. It is because of the two of you, extending the invitation to join you on your adventures, I am who I am today. Thank you for that, and for being you. 

Where to start? You bring a smile to my face the moment I wake up each morning, and before I fall to sleep every night. You make each day brighter, each laugh longer, each tear smaller, and each day better than the last. I appreciate, more than words can express, how hard you work so we can live the way we do. I've never known another man who is as beautiful, talented, and passionate about life as you are. I am happy to call you my best friend. I am blessed to call you confidant. I am amazed to call you my love. I am so extremely lucky to call you husband. Thank you for loving me the way you do, and thank you for being you. 

I am a very blessed woman to have the most amazing people in my life. My friends. My family. You guys mean the world to me, and I would do anything for each and every one of you. 

Thursday, May 5, 2011

water: finding the "O!" in GOD...

Finding The “O!” in God…

I was raised by Christian parents, as was my husband. My father was a pastor, as is my husband’s. So, many of our extended family members, friends, acquaintances, co-workers, etc. call themselves “Christian”. We are then labeled as “black sheep”, “prodigals”, or just “heathen” by being just plainly, who we are. Because we aren’t members of a local church, we drink, dance, smoke, and lived together before we were married. This may have something to do with the fact that there was a moment, in my early twenties (ironically, the same for my husband, although we were not in communication at that time), when I had an “O!” moment.

John and I met at Bible College. We were deemed as the “troublemakers”, “bad kids”, “there for the wrong reasons”, etc. It is all true. His reason for going? You will have to ask him. My reason for going? I was nineteen, a college dropout, longing for change, and my family was living in Memphis, Tennessee. Did I mention this Bible College was located in upstate New York? It was a no-brainer. Go.

The first inklings of my “O!” moment was there in the Adirondacks. “You mean, we CAN’T go to the movies?!” “Even though it is -16 degrees outside, I HAVE to wear a skirt to class?” Now, don’t get me wrong, I did choose this school. Found it, picked it out, packed my own bags and was out the door before I could think twice about it. But seriously, a skirt in the middle of winter in upstate New York? If I wore pants, did that mean I would spend a lifetime of eternal condemnation? Going to the movies was really going to affect my “crown” in Heaven?

This “O!” moment came mid-school year. I’m not talking about the delicious “O!” moment you get mid climax. No. This is an awakening moment. The moment when you sit back, relax, take a logical, realistic, and observant look at the artificial world of “church” and realize how everyone addicted to this lifestyle are really puppets of their own man-made universe.


Now you’re with me.

So what next? You have this “O!” moment and then what? You research. You ask questions. You engage in intellectually stimulating conversations that dabble in other religions and philosophies. Which then, in turn, cycles back into researching, asking questions, engaging in more conversations. An endless whirlwind of philosophical debates, investigations, and dialogue.

So far, I have found that those who ONLY know the “Christian” lifestyle, are either:
1. Oblivious to other people around them. These people have the mindset of “I am going to surround myself with other Christians, so I will not be tempted. I will not stray. I will not fall away from God’s grace. I will only read the bible (KJV, of course), and other ordained literature. I am a child of Christ!”

2. Openly deceiving themselves and others. Using their Christianity as a crutch. “I am a child of the king, so therefore, you must repent from your wicked ways in order to associate with me!”
Can we maybe try a little humility in all of this?

A recent stumble across a Wikipedia page (yes, I am addicted to Wikipedia) left me speechless. In a list of prominent figures, there are seven accounts of Buddhist men and women who have converted to Christianity. There are twenty accounts of world renowned men and women who have converted from Christianity to Buddhism. I am not saying that Buddhism is the way to go. I am not saying Christianity is not the way to go. I just found it a little strange that we are raised thinking that the only “real” religion is the way of the Christians. But, so it is for Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Hindus, and Muslims. All these doctrines clearly define their religion as the only way to go. I may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but something is telling me that this cannot be true.

If you are complaining of a constant ache in your head, what do you do? You go see a doctor. Good job. What doctor do you see? Your primary care doctor? Maybe they will refer you to go see a chiropractor, a neurologist, a podiatrist or a dentist. Your chiropractor will find a disc that is out of place, your neurologist will tell you that your headaches are in reality migraines, the podiatrist will diagnose that awful ache in your head as a manifestation of bad arches in your feet, and the dentist tells you to stop grinding your teeth at night. In actuality, you have allergies. What do we learn from this little analogy? 
That wherever you go, that’s what you will find. 
If you look for “signs, wonders, and miracles”, you will see “signs, wonders, and miracles”. If you only read the King James Bible, you will only know the King James Bible. Who is to say that the additional books in the Catholic Bible are not true accounts of history?

So, I leave you for the moment, hoping that if you have not already had that “O!” moment, you will. 

I am a believer. 

A believer of love, hope, respect, and growing within myself, my loved ones, my neighborhood, country, and world.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

water: its raining gobbledygooks!!!

I found this website that is completely AMAZING. 

I haven't decided if I will share the actual site name in this post, or build up the suspense and then spring it on you when you least expect it. Either way, this website made my day. 
It is an alphabetical list of fun words. 
Words that no one really knows the meaning of, or even of their existence. 
Words that sound like pebbles crashing into each other at the bottom of a creek in the 
middle of a storm as they roll off the tip of your tongue. 
Such fun, incredible, ridiculous words. 

For instance, I learned today that like many other members of my immediate and extended family, 
I am a bibliobibuli. 
Yeah, thats right. 

This has been my boondoggle for eh, maybe the last hour or so. 

In my not-so-healthy addiction to this website, it occurred to me that some words make total and complete sense in their definition and origin. Others, not so much. 

Take these words for example:

sanguinary - bloodthirsty; murderous.

sanguine - cheerfully confident or optimistic; also, having a healthy, reddish color

How can these two VERY similar words have such opposing definitions?

Would a sanguinary sanguine be a sun burned, upbeat killer? 

Friday, April 15, 2011

water: normality vs. fantasy vs. nonsense

Most days (I've absent-mindlessly noticed), my thought process and general observations of things, people, feelings, etc., are somewhat expressed in a one-way interview format. I am not sure if this is a normal thing, or if I have multiple personalities, constantly talking to myself as other people.  

Wow. I cannot believe that you really just knocked on my door and asked me to make my dog stop barking. You. My only neighbor. Who consistently takes my laundry out of the washer and puts it ON TOP of the dryer so you can start YOUR OWN load of laundry. You. You know what? I will make my dog stop barking when you make your crazy, psychotic cats stop running in your apartment, back and forth, back and forth, like they are training for the Ironman Triathalon. Are you serious? Make my dog stop barking. She will stop barking when YOU stop barking, ya old witch. 

And the thing is? My neighbor really is a sweetheart! 
Most days... 

Its almost as if I have a perpetual tape recorder in my mind, playing conversations that never have occurred. Is this normal? 
Do other people experience this as well??

I guess I just always want to be prepared to say the "right" thing when I am confronted?
Who knows. 

Oh the brain. What a curious, curious thing...

I remember my mother one time having a conversation with my sister in law, about always thinking. 
She just told my mother that when she is tired of thinking about something, she just turned her brain off. 
Mom and I still ponder this phenomenon to this day. 
HOW, exactly, do you turn your brain off?  

Which makes me think of that ago old tune from that age old musical based off that age old book. 
"If I Only Had a Brain"

And in closing, I leave you with a quote from my all time favorite, 
the incredible Dr. Seuss. 

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. 
Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. 
It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. 
Which is what I do. 
And that enables you to laugh at life's realities.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

water: i feel pretty

some days i just want to look pretty. working full time at the cafe up until recently never really allowed me that chance. constantly covered in mayo and grease doesnt do much for one's "pretty" factor. now doing childcare, i find myself throwing jeans and a t-shirt on, which sometimes looks cute, but rarely...

today i felt the need to look pretty. 

i showered (yes, that is something worth mentioning) before noon, and even washed my hair (again, something worth mentioning). foundation, bronzer, AND eye makeup applied. hair (kinda) done. i mean, i didnt blow dry or straighten it, that would have been too much work. but at least its curly and pulled back into what my adoring hubby calls a "cheese biscuit". not sure why, but thats what it is now deemed. 

then the clothes. 

skinny jeans/ capris. brown tank top. ADORABLE new white shirt (that the again adoring hubby bought for me last night). and multi toned brown wedges that have a silver buckle on the toe and are at least four inches high. 

in my head, this was an adorable outfit. 

i put it on and felt like a puerto rican coke princess from 1987. 

but i feel pretty...

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

water: "Jog, Fwog, Jog!"

Will, my daily five year old responsibility, is in Kindergarten, and is learning how to read. So, after school (PM classes) everyday, we have reading time. Sometimes it is school assigned, and sometimes it is Dayna assigned. Either way, it is an entertaining adventure. 

Yesterday, it was "Jog, Fwog, Jog!". (Translated "Jog, Frog, Jog!" for all of you that CAN pronounce your "r's"). At one point in the midst of reading time, I tell Will to NOT look at the pictures and guess the words, but to sound them out. His response? 

"Oh! THAT'S why they call this a "weading" book!"

Being with Will so many hours a day, makes John and I both wonder what our children will be like. Will they look just like us (Will is the spitting image of his mother)? Will they have a ton of energy or be content "weading" a book? Will they be carrying on intellectually stimulating conversations at three? We often joke that our children will be wearing tie-dye and flip flops, with dreadlocks in their hair at the impressionable age of four. 

Which then always throws our conversations back to when WE were children. Oh, the memories...

Sitting on Dad's lap while he read "I Can Read With My Eyes Shut". 
With his eyes shut. 

I shall never forget those inspirational words...

So with that in mind, I am going to go grab my new novel, lounge on the couch with my coffee in hand, cuddle with my puppy, and have a little "weading" time...

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

water: a first for everything

being a stay at home wife now has its many advantages. 

my house is (sort of) clean. i have a hot dinner ready for john (almost) every night. and i have amazing philanthropic conversations with my attentive puppy, dharma, an entertaining five year old who readily responds to me with the transformers theme song or "sticking" me with spidey's web, and myself. 

i can only call john so many times during the day. 

so my light bulb solution this morning was (drum roll please...) to blog. 

i am no author. i am no visionary. i am no intellectual genius. 

i am a wife, daycare provider, pet owner, piano teacher, and now a BLOGGER. 

there is a first for everything...