GEORGE W.

GEORGE W. is 5 blocks from my house.

signing books at costco.

i wish i could go in and meet him.

shake his hand.

take a picture.

so i could brag about it at thanksgiving.

and post it on facebook.

painting the mountains

tonight i told brennan that god painted the sky above the mountains.

do you think i can't count that as a serving of vegetables for her today?
breathtakingly beautiful.

the mountains too;-)

MAYDAY!

MAX.
IS.

MOBILE.

i think we might need some baby gates.

twisted peppermint

for 25 seconds i float away into some north pole spa.
where my senses are filled with ease and relaxation.
i treat myself to some hand washing just to get there several times a day.
a bonus.
where i feel pampered.
and glamorous.
and let me tell you,
it's better than any of those herbal essence's commercials.
who knew hand washing could be so exciting?

risky business

bieber fever as tom cruise in risky business.
no?
i keep telling him halloween is over.
but not tonight.
not tonight.
"Just take those old records off the shelf
I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself
Today's music ain 't got the same soul
I like that old time rock 'n' roll
Don't try to take me to a disco
You'll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes I'll be late for the door
I like that old time rock'n' roll"

without the vultures

the vultures are out to get my money.
at least that's what it felt like as i perusing bathroom soaps this afternoon.
sean was at home with the kids while they napped.
i envied my last year's self that was too poor to spend money.
the self that just got to enjoy the holiday season without the stresses of gift giving.
we had/got to opt out of all it.
and put a limit on brennan of less than $20.
$10 for eachother.
we could have gotten him nothing,
and us nothing,
but we wanted to have a little fun.
so we budgeted it into to our tiny little nest egg.
and today, i felt anxious.
the need to add the stress of gift giving back into my holiday season.
no sir,
i will not.
but how to find the happy medium???
b/c i really do enjoy giving gifts.
watching someone open a gift i've given.
or receiving a thank you note from the happy opener.
although, sometimes i feel like i'm the only one sending thank you notes.
which may be b/c i haven't been giving much lately.
just receiving.
how grateful we are for everything we've received.
thank you just hasn't felt like enough.
how much i LOVE to receive.
to give thanks.
open presents.
oh, how i love to open presents.
which i cannot if no one gives.
which everyone else cannot if i don't give.
but somewhere there's a place where in the middle,
where the gift is not the thing that matters.
which is what i really love about christmas anyway.
the spirit of christmas.
the feeling it brings.
the feeling of home.
and comfort.
and joy.
for the gift of my deepest spiritual beliefs.
adding to the list of "new": giving.
but without the vultures.

inundating.

christmas marketing ads.
inundating our tv.
frightening.

bless those scouts.

i can finally appreciate the scouts that woke up at 6am to have this flag on my lawn.
happy veteran's day.
bless those scouts.
blueberry pancakes for brekie.
per beiber fever's request.

the beauty box

i escaped to the beauty box while the kids took naps.
babysitting courtesy of mama nacho.
and it was there that i discovered how i'd forgotten the simple pleasure of hair pampering.
the feeling of sitting under a dryer with nothing to do, trashy gossip magazines a plenty.
i spent the entire time busy on my phone.
no one to attend to.
solitaire,
sending my self portraits to my regulars.
it still didn't cure the bewitching hours when i came home.
5:30-8 really takes it out of me.
good thing my hair is pretty.
b/c the good lord knows that greasy, undone hair makes everything feel worse.
i guess this means we've made it another day.

3 for beiber fever

7 minutes in heaven.
not the dark closet.
or the kissing.
just playing cars on the play mat.
max stole herself a beach cruiser.
brennan stole it back.
she whined and found an electric blue dump truck with motorcycles in the trunk.
i had the ambulance.
beiber fever had 3 to himself.
and after four trips around the mat i was totally bored.
but man,
they really loved it.