Saturday, May 31, 2008

What Came Out of My Mouth Part 2

If you keep whacking your brother in the head with that whiffle bat his head is going to fall off.

Jamie, sitting on a whoopie cushion during quiet time is NOT quiet time! (yes, this really happened).

Friday, May 30, 2008

Last Lecture

I just finished reading Randy Pausch”s Last Lecture…..it was good but I think I was really hoping to read a more obvious book called, Drop Everything, A Story About How the Laundry and Cleaning Can Wait, Go Ahead and Let the House Go to Hell and Enjoy Your Kids (when you don’t want to strangle them), Hey, Life is Short, Here’s Your Excuse to Leave a Week’s Worth of Newspapers (which you forgot to stop while you were on vacation) Just Sitting on Your Front Stoop Along with Last Year’s Halloween Pumpkin to Stop and Smell the Roses…..alas, I feel that I am going to have to write that book myself….thankfully sans the terminal illness.

It was a nice read though, regardless of what I wanted to get out of it.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

One of the worst things I ever heard…

was said to me at the end of a triathlon in my 26 year old days….

“If you have enough to sprint at the end, you didn’t go hard enough.”
(I’ve been thinking if this quote can be “applied” to life itself and I guess it can?)

I love to sprint at the end….Ummm, because I like passing people right at the end…I know it’s childish but it’s fun. (people who know me know I’m a nice gal…but I do have a competitive streak in me).
I am training for the Virginia Beach Rock N’ Roll Half Marathon in August.
Why? Because I actually love running (because I can do it by myself!) and have a few baby pounds to shuck.
However, I don’t think I will be sprinting through this finish line.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Wabi Sabi

A few years ago I happened on an article in a magazine, probably a design mag, can’t remember…it was about Wabi Sabi, the art of imperfection, a Japanese movement/following of sorts. At the time I was living in my dream house, albeit only one floor of it. The house was built in 1889 on top of a small hill where apparently Civil War soldiers had hunkered down behind….they found a cannon ball when the house was built and promptly placed it in its parlor wall. I had always loved the house having lived in Harrisonburg before as an undergrad. I walked by it every day on my way to classes, I was always late (except to Advanced Printmaking, my favorite) but I would slow down just enough to gaze at its welcoming front porch, huge shady tree in the front yard, its widow’s walk.

Then when I returned to Harrisonburg six years later, I lived there alone, such an indulgence. Piles of books lay on the floor, huge 12 foot windows looked out at a rope swing hanging from the shady tree, my bedroom was also my living room, little bits of my art scattered on the walls, a stained glass turtle night light lit up the room at night. A ghost lived there too. I never saw her. My dear friend Carrie (who stayed with me awhile) swore with me that whenever we smelled burning toast, it was the little old lady making a snack. She died there years before at the ripe old age of 90 something after spending her afternoon up on the roof brushing off the leaves . She rented her house out to art students. I felt right at home. She was like a warm embrace, it was my home too.

Back to Wabi Sabi….the place was full of crystal door knobs spinning on doors that didn’t shut all of the way, watermark stains on the bathroom ceiling that I could turn into some picture if I was in there long enough, peeling wallpaper, crumbling things and I loved it. Old houses have that lived in look, that wear and tear I love so much. And I figure if I ever get to live in one again, all of its crumbling and dust can be forgiven…its just wabi sabi. Just the way I like it.

FF


Sunday, May 04, 2008

Because I Have So Much Free Time…

I’ve been thinking about “relearning” how to sew again. My mother taught me the basics many years ago, many, many times but I was an impatient teenager with a wandering mind….she ended up finishing a lot of my “projects”. I don’t want to sew wedding dresses (thank you Mom for doing mine), I just want to whip up an A line skirt or tote bag, or pillow covers (since I can’t afford the Hable Construction ones, see earlier post about that!). I have a really old sewing machine like my grandmother had, a little chunk of a Singer, black and anvil like heavy. I think it still works. We’ll see. You’ll see too. Lucky you.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Ok now I've seen it all...

Kids books about mommy’s cosmetic surgery. Why does Mommy’s nose look different? Why does she have all those boo boos? Why has my college fund been robbed?

Man, I’m happy when my sons think Mommy looks pretty if she simply isn’t wearing her usual looks-like -I - played- in- a -soccer -game garb. Well, at least putting on a jeans skirt or blouse without spit up stains on it is a hell of a lot cheaper. And of course we’re going to need it, my kids are going ivy league.