July 31, 2008
Fun and simple.
Here's the start of the goodie bags. They are those cloth, drawstring backpacks. I screen printed our camp logo on and we are going to fill them with compasses, flashlights, trail mix and canteens . . . . plus their goodies from the party can go inside.
July 29, 2008
You've done it again. You know I can't stay mad you for very long, you three-lettered charmer you! I still disagree with your prices little mister, but I do love your soft fabric and boho chic style. You've lured me in with this,
So even though after washing those long-ass, amazonian, curvy trousers, I discovered they had lots of shrinkage and fit great now (my bad!), I still have a hard time finding curvy pants in your stores over size 2 which is a little hard to swallow my friend. And believe me, I've swallowed a lot to get to the size I am! But I forgive and I have begun to trust you a little bit more with such cute tops. Although I still do not believe women wearing size two need extra room in the bottom, rear-end region. I'm just sayin' . . . . Think about it!
This is Suzie now.
This is Suzie getting help.
Many kind friends have stepped up in support of this gentle spirit. If you would like to read more about her story and her journey go to Suzie Lives. Every little bit helps . . . .
*Update: Suzie had her surgery and is resting and doing well. Her long journey isn't over however and funds are still needed to cover the cost.
*Update: (8-6-08) Suzie, unfortunately passes away after her surgery. She took a turn for the worse this week. Complications from the surgery? Went too long before getting the much needed surgery? Possibly. We'll never know. Thanks for all your well wishes.
Kelly :: I hope your wrist feels better soon! Hang in there girlie!! I need to plan a trip out again. I miss you!
Gayle :: Thank you for getting me out of the house. I really needed the getaway and the laughter. I swear . . . . you, me . . . . separated at birth!!
Wendy :: I hope things are going well with the new house and the old house. I can't wait to see the new digs. Hugs!
July 28, 2008
:: Shout Outs ::
Julie :: Have a great time in California and Happy Birthday (8/6) friend!! xoxo
Kristen :: I hope you enjoyed your day July 24th. I was thinking about you!
Amy :: Call me when you get into town. I hope we can meet and catch up.
Karin :: Happy belated birthday wishes. I hope my card got to you in time all the way down under. Kisses to Mr. Quinn. One day I hope to meet him in person.
Gayle :: Your invite for dinner and a movie (and skipping WW) sounds absolutely fabulous!
Kelly :: Who loves ya baby!?!?!?! Keep texting, it brightens my day. Miss you much!! Smooches to Emma and Lily.
Emily :: I friggin' loved your post!!!! Naked Batmans are awesome! Think about you often.
Mom :: I here by ban you from adopting horses/mules/donkeys/dogs/cats/any other animals until you design an exit plan . . . . . pronto!! Love you!
Katie :: I hope all is well. Good luck on your move. xoxo
Lisa :: I can't wait to meet JellyBean!
Amanda/Erin/Darcie :: Thank You! I'm proud to call you friends.
J-Man :: I love you!
Maui :: I can not wait to meet you!!! I'm counting the days.
July 25, 2008
July 24, 2008
The Divine Miss O had her very first official Tae Kwon Do class today. After two years of watching Wonder Boy take class, she decided she would like to try too. On Tuesday she tried a class and after it was over, she came out, running, announcing that she liked it. So we signed her up. She is doing really well so far.
The meetings have been motivational and inspiring. As a whole, I've become more conscious of the foods I put in my mouth. I've become a better cook and meal planner. I'm proud that I'm able to make healthy meals for my family.
I've found my way to an exercise lifestyle that I love as well. I crave my hot yoga and pilates classes. And I was super excited to learn last night that one of the teachers is going to start a morning hot power yoga class on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the fall.
Lately I've been at a lull in weight loss and it's been slightly frustrating. Challenges I face and have been working on: as funny as it sounds as an overweight person, I do not eat enough. This summer I have been working on making sure I eat breakfast. I've stopped drinking pop. Drinking more water. And I've been bumping up my cardio. We'll see what happens . . .
July 20, 2008
This afternoon I whipped up some camp shirts for Wonder Boy's seventh birthday. I think they turned out alright. They look really home-made which I sort of love. I imagine going to camp in the seventies, you would get a shirt that looked like this in a really obnoxious color. I wanted to get orange but Michael's didn't have orange. So yellow was my next pick.
I plan on making little badges to give out to the kids after activities. After we play relay races with sleeping bags, they'll all get a badge to put on their shirt with a sleeping bag on it. After we make maps or go on a scavenger hunt, they each get a badge with a map, etc. I hope it works out. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to make them yet. I'll let you know how it goes.
July 16, 2008
Hello Jason Mraz!!! I might have missed the boat a long time ago, but I'm aboard now and I am in love with this song. Swoon!! Makes me think of Maui with my honey.
The Divine Miss O :: "wait for it, wait for it, wait for it"
Baby Love :: "see you later, alligator"
July 15, 2008
July 14, 2008
Coming off the heels of a birthday party and witnessing my little fuego haired boy run, jump, make obnoxious noises, be loud, and see the disdain in other party patrons faces. To hear comments made about "that little red head boy" when they don't realize he is my little red head boy. I observe Wonder Boy obsess over a classmate who acts like the very site of WB disgusts him. I watch from the sidelines as this boy does everything he can to oppose WB's affections. The look on his face is what kills me. (The look you get when you just throw up in your mouth and you swallow it back down, feeling the burn on the sides of your throat.) And it pains my heart to watch Wonder Boy try over and over again to win this boy's attention. I try and fail to redirect Wonder Boy's efforts to other kids playing alone. When I interject, I only make Wonder Boy more frustrated and his fragile line of confident and sensitive is blown to pieces in a flame of crying and fighting, struggling. Which, of course, only makes me overly frustrated and angry.
A few definitions of "FIRE" are: flashing light; luminous appearance, brilliance, burning passion; excitement or enthusiasm; ardor, liveliness of imagination. All of which describe my "el fuego" perfectly. Other less attractive definitions of thus same word are: severe trial or trouble; ordeal; exposure to fire as a means of torture or ordeal. The latter not as poetic as the first, but let's face it, describes Wonder Boy just as eloquently.
Add a five year old, overly dramatic, falsetto pitched, tutu wearing, twirling girl. Plus a two year old toddler who is into everything possessing the ability to empty the contents of your make-up drawer, smear saving cream all over your bathroom, unroll an entire roll of toilet paper into the toilet, dump out the dog food bag, spray cleaning agents all over your kitchen floor and cabinets, draw on her legs with permanent marker and poop in her diaper in a two-minute time-frame. She's so quick in fact, she can do all that in the moment it takes you to wonder to yourself: "where is Baby Love?"
I'm always reminded of a tornado when my family of five roll in to visit people. We loudly blow in, destroy, disrupt, never stop moving, raise blood pressure, not allow you to finish a thought or a sentence, reprogram your computer, lock your freezer door, set alarms you don't know how to turn off, lose your keys, rearrange furniture, break at least two items and blow out as quickly as we blew in leaving people in a trail of windblown hair and thinking 'what the hell just happened here?'
Which brings me back to my new neighbors. Living their quiet life of routine and order with a perfectly, pampered pup. What we must look like to them. I think what J and my life would be like if we decided not to have kids. Sometimes I barely remember our couple-dom together even though it was only six years ago. Much has happened I suppose. I found myself lost in thought the other day, pondering what our existence would be like if we just had two girls or if we had stopped with WB. Would we be better parents? Would my house be cleaner? Would life be easier?
A family-friend, a family of seven, stopped by on the fourth of July, out of the blue, unexpected. They were driving through from their home town of Utah and decided to stop for a visit. It was great to see them. We stood in amazement of how our families have grown and gotten older, taller. Their five children all so well behaved and sweet. Mine being active, loud, fighting, crying. . . . . sigh.
My only hope for Wonder Boy is he'll continue to let his el fuego burn, not letting anyone extinguish his flame. For I know that fire is what will make him successful in life. As I'll continue to help him turn his efforts to people and things that are worth wild and helpful to him.
My only hope for The Divine Miss O is she'll use her dramatics and falsetto-flare to beat to her own drum always. As her liveliness is beautiful and awe-inspiring. I hope she draws from her brother's determination and burning passion as she helps him learn not to waste his efforts on futile experiences and beat his own drum as well.
My only hope for Baby Love is she'll use her determination and sense of humor to carve out a path of her own. No doubt she'll outwit and outplay to become an ubersmartscientist or ruler of the free world. Mark my words.
And finally, to answer my own questions . . . . . although life would be simpler and cleaner with a smaller family I'm sure, it would be less full-filled and exciting. It is Wonder Boy who challenges me everyday, bringing adventure. It is Miss O that colors my world with fanciful twirls and sweet embraces. And it is Baby Love who brings laughter, keeping me two steps ahead of the game. As exhausting and frustrating as it is, my hope for our family is we form a strong unit filled with crazy, messy love.
July 13, 2008
July 11, 2008
July 10, 2008
:: outdoor picnics ::
:: bare toes in the grass ::
:: no coats, tank tops :: :: curls and wee barrettes ::
:: big beared noses ::
July 8, 2008
July 7, 2008
July 6, 2008
I'm hoping to go in this direction. Thin out the weight and heaviness, making the frizz and curly q's more manageable. I'm thinking about going with some side-swept bangs. I haven't had bangs since college and I'm scared. But I need a change in a big way.
What do you think? Something like this perhaps?
P.S. that's our new shower in the back ground. We have been showering in our own bathroom for about a week now. It's been heavenly. J is finishing up the last little details, I'll post some pictures of the finished job soon. My hubby is very handy and I love him so.