Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
you are my sunshine....shine on
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not save the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking so that others won't feel unsure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us, it is in everyone. As we let our light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." --Marianne Williamson
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
we'll be back...
Monday, April 13, 2009
butterfly factories
I remember the day I took J to first grade. My very last to begin their first day of first grade. I was fine, really. Until I walked past the kindergarten classrooms and looked above the door to his classroom from last year, and read: Butterfly Factory.
The tears, the flood of emotion. I ran to my car, it couldn't have been seconds before I was crying uncontrollably. I should be able to handle this. I have done this three times. But alas, this was the worst.
G started 7th grade that day as well, I remember when it was he who was beginning his venture in education, public at that. I knew that he was no longer all mine. I had to put aside all the selfishness that I was so good at, and let others enjoy this creation, the beauty of his life.
There would be no more snack, nap, caterpillars in the classroom. Why did I blink?
What happened that I was sending my fourth off to first grade, it all happened so fast.
The tears, the flood of emotion. I ran to my car, it couldn't have been seconds before I was crying uncontrollably. I should be able to handle this. I have done this three times. But alas, this was the worst.
G started 7th grade that day as well, I remember when it was he who was beginning his venture in education, public at that. I knew that he was no longer all mine. I had to put aside all the selfishness that I was so good at, and let others enjoy this creation, the beauty of his life.
There would be no more snack, nap, caterpillars in the classroom. Why did I blink?
What happened that I was sending my fourth off to first grade, it all happened so fast.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Interview...FINALLY...to Eternity and Beyond!
"Let me tell you
some mysteries
about my
mom and dad!"
some mysteries
about my
mom and dad!"
This interview my cousin did with her daughter, it was SO cute and SO classical.
I loved it, however....to make a short story long, I couldn't do it in one take.
So, for fun...I am going to give you the answers in an extended version of
Mr. B dialogues...
because he makes everything so much more funnier.
Picture this...oh wait...I actually have a picture [or few ] of this.
...making the individual Hawaiian pizzas!



G is making a Dutch Oven Dessert,..
thank you Scouting!!!
thank you Scouting!!!


setting the table, so carefully
AND THE INTERVIEW BEGINS:
1. What is something MOM always says to you?
Mr. B. [old]: I have a headache. [funny dear.]
G [14]: No.
Cece [12]: Go to your room.
S [10]: Have a happy day, Do you best, your best will do, See ya later alligator...crocodile, give a hug lady bug, be sweet parakeet, so long king kong....et al.
J [7...almost 8]: I love you, Can we snuggle?
[these are the answers....unedited and raw!!! I see a pattern in parenting...teenagers and me being new at this. Yes, I learned something...and I am thankful.]
MR B.... What is something DAD always says to you?
Me: I love you.
G : Do I need to find you something to do?
Cece : Don't talk baby talk, Will you play the piano for me?
S: Do I need to find a home for that.
J : "Leave it downstairs" Don't Touch" and "Lovely"
okay...he is only seven...he gets more than one answer...
Me:"he's the baby"
G: "He acts like one!"
What does G say most?
Mom: Can I go hang out with my friends?
Mr. B: My homework is done....????
Cece: You're a brat.
S: Go get me a drink of water, go throw this away...
j: Get out of here, what do you want.
OKAY OKAY...we were laughing our heads off....imagine, G hearing what his siblings hear most from him.
What does CECE say most?
Mom: When can we go to the temple again, and, Come tuck me in. Can we have a sleepover soon. [mom and daughter sleepovers...raid the fridge and cupboards and watch a movie, hers or my room...kicking Mr. B to the couch.]
Mr. B: When can I go to work with you again.
G: STOP!!!!!!
S: Get out of my room.
[he answered this
while J was in the bathroom,
when he came out I asked him and...]
J: Get out of my room. [TWINNERS]
What does S say most?
Mom: Can you fall asleep by me tonight?
Mr. B: I haven't had dinner yet. and Dad, WAIT, I want to give you a hug.
G: Do you want to play with me?
Cece: Want to play catch with me down on the islands?
J: I'm going to thrown that away if you don't pick it up.
What does J say most?
Mom: Can we snuggle? "I want you to play this game with me." the video...
Mr. B: I didn't do it. It was S, It wasn't me.
G: Catch a proud, I'll be trout of you....[say that a few times...]
Cece: Can I play with your pet shops with you? Can I play your Nintendo?
S: Well, S, you always get to choose, it's my turn.
Hopefully the rest of the interviewing wont take so long, but if it does, all I can say is it is TIME WELL SPENT, the comic, laughing myself to tears, to all be around the table, telling tales, reminiscing, and joyfully enjoying one another is worth all the time it takes....to Eternity and Beyond!!!
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'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?






















