Monday, March 30, 2009
I sat back in the chair with my eyes turned down, listening to each breath. They were deep and rhythmic. The kind of breath that you know leads to a distant slumber in some far away land, full of vibrant colors. I know where they live.
I picture them riding the wave of every breath, like a surfer engages that deepest blue. The desire they have to follow it in, to ride it to the shore is what allows me to see them. To feel that flutter on my skin. I know where they live.
The muscles start to pull back and the lips curl ever so slight as this wave begins its journey. The mouth is open now and my son is yawning. His lungs are taking in air, that precious and unseen giver of life. Angels and Fairies, I know where they live. They live in my son, and as he yawns they begin their ride. Their wings flit with anticipation upon hearing this tiny creature opening a door to our world. So they fly with upturned wings on the breath of my son. I felt them again tonight. They flew right past my face and vanished into the toys and lovies that lay by the crib. That's ok I will visit them again. I know where they live.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Originality = Points
Of course if it's your idea and I borrow it, I will give you credit
in my liner notes. :)
Colin is going to walk on his own soon. I can remember when we never
thought he would crawl. He flys around our kitchen like it's Nascar
for drunk 11.5 month olds. Yeah almost a year, doesn't it go by in a
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
1 Those who will do something for you and look for something in return.
2 Those who will do something for you and not look for anything in return but rather they keep a mental note: "yeah I did something for them..." They never really forget the favor.
3 Those who will do something for you and never look for anything in return. You were there to be helped and it was their duty as a fellow human being to do just that.
Always amazing to me when someone takes time to make a difference in the life of another. So many of us do not understand how something small can mean so much and have such a cascading effect.
A guy held the door for me the other day walking out of the building (something I commonly do as well), I of course thanked him.
I in turn held the door for a young lady later that day who blew right past me talking on her phone. I told her she was welcome.
I am working towards number 3.
Monday, March 9, 2009
It is not so much that our life has been affected by it so much as to produce an effect (lol) but rather we look back and realize there was another path that we wish could have been part of this life.
I admire and respect those men and women that serve our country in the Armed Forces. I see them as ready and willing to stand and be called upon at a moments notice to defend this way of life we all enjoy. The character that an 18 year old boy from Des Moines (now a man) draws upon, that allows him to comprehend this duty he has accepted is special. They come from all walks of life, some backgrounds that are financially better than others. Still for the most part it is not the money, the GI bill, the adventure, or the intrigue of what if....there has to be an underlying realization that you may be placed in harm's way. Some of these men and women have families directly effected by this on a daily basis. The credit should be given to them as well for standing tall and resolute in support of our soldiers.
So I guess my greatest regret is that I do not have my name on that list in such amazing company, my life has taken a different path. I will forever though sing the praises of our Nation's fighting forces at home and abroad.
My father was Army, my brother-in-laws Navy and my godson Air Force.
If your loved one has served tell them thank you from me.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Come on...do any of the listeners ever let their kids put on temporary tattoos? Neither my husband or myself have tattoos but I let my kids wear temporary tattoos and I am not afraid that this is going to make them want one.
My husband went shopping for my daughters first Barbie and came home with Presidential Barbie. When asked he said it was the only one that had clothes on.
OK Loved that last line. The best !
I grew up in the 60’s. My friends and I put tattoos on our dolls…either by stickers or by pens.
They all do it.
My only concern, since I do not plan on buying my son Barbie's, is that we teach our young girls just one more thing that they'll think they need to be beautiful. I have nothing against "tattoos", I would actually get a picture of Hervey Villachez if I did get a "tat".
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Head over to my tweet on the right for play by play-
They are all INSANE, come on they are making out and he just dumped
the other girl.
He'll dump this girl in six months too
I am sure all this fits perfectly into raising a SON!!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Ok beat my wife 6-2 in tennis today. She does have a mean backhand, but my secret weapon always wins out. She is incredibly distracted by my dashing good looks and how handsome I am in those Capri style pants that Rafael Nadal wears. I know it is hard to believe how anyone could have a fair shake versus such intimidating opposition.