Tuesday, February 19

words

Can anyone recommend a beautifully written classic novel?




I miss beautiful words.

Painting words spread

out across the canvas of a page.

Color words bursting open

like Spring after a long dreary winter.

Power words crashing hard,

pounding and rolling

music in my mind.

I worry

I've lost them...

the beautiful description's no one has time for,

crafted, shaped, and suffered over for hours.

Rush hour traffic

short hand texting

the dumbing down of language

robbing my day of beautiful words.

I must turn down the noise

make time instead of waste time

and find again lyrics never sung

lyrics to painted stories

spoken symphonies

beautiful words.



Wednesday, February 13

What the Work?

I nanny through an agency that calls me for local "temp" jobs.

Today I got a call to nanny at a home with a non-verbal  child and one high functioning autistic child and a 3 year old little girl.

The older boy was sweet, cuddly, and constantly giggling, but I am not sure how much he heard me.  He wasn't feeling well and went to bed earley.

The younger boy was full of five year energy and defiance.  I could barely keep up with him.  He was turning off the t.v. which was run by a computer, or he was going into the kitchen and pussing every button, opening every drawer he could reach.  He would get into things and run from me.  He would try to get past me to get into the kitchen.  He was turning off the t.v. again....which didn't make his sister happy at all.

The 3 year old was misriable.  Just not feeling good and not happy to have Nanny Dapoppins instead of Mama.  She was alternately crying, wimpering, and screaming.

It was a huge challenge.  I didn't feel equipped or trained for this.  I felt like I was only preventing dangerous situations from happening, not really giving the whole "nanny" expierence.

I didn't think I would want to work for this family again.

And at the end of the evening I found myslef saying.  "They are so sweet.  I'd love to come back."

And I meant it. 

Tuesday, February 12

Communication.

Just spent the better part of two hours trying to figure out Skype and Google hangout's with my mom (she lives in another state.)  She has a Galaxy Note and is going to use it when she travels and when we travel together to France.  I'll leave the heavy laptop behind and teach the kids to use it so we can video chat while I'm gone.  It will keep me from missing my husband and kids too much, I think. Another step closer to "GO."

Monday, February 11

Unexpected Treasure (repost, because it's still funny and still true)

This is the story of the treasure I found....

There I was, just going through grandma's things...trying not to get emotional.

As far back as I can remember, the yellow chest of drawers had been in her bedroom, with the matching dressing table, stool and bedside table.  When she moved to the assisted living home, the dressing table had to be given away...but she still had that chest of drawers.

I remember being sneaky as a kid searching through treaserues in her drawers like Grandpa's purple, coins from forign places, and interesting bits of jewlery.

So here I was doing it again, sorting through underwear and good socks that help circulation, scarves, pajamas, and a few boxes of grandma's memories, when I came across the item of my dreams.  In perfect  mint condition.  Never used.

Never worn.   Just my size. 


Padded underwear!!!



aka Booty Pop for the practical woman.  Dare I?

Oh, you bet your booty I dare.

I grabbed those babies as if they were worth millions and put them in my stack of things to take home.
My heart beating with giddy joy, my flat booty wiggling with determined hope.

Finally, I, hoped, I could wear jeans that filled out the back side and wouldn't catch on the flub of my front side because I would have a juicy-licous booty to hold them up!

            Yes!  I could shake it like Shakera.                              I would work it like Jay-Lo.

I could now go forth and change the world with my delightful, artificially but not surgically plumped behind! 

But would they work?  Where all my dreams about to come true, or be deflated forever.  Was this just wishful thinking?  Would I look utterly ridiculous? 

I don't have much in the way of a bottom or hips.  My curves are a little higher on my body, and end at my ribs.  




Can anything short of duct taping silicone to my butt save me from my flat sitting pad and long thighs? Did I just find deliverance among my dear grandmother's things?


Well, THAT seems to help a little.  The pockets are fuller, and I can see some difference between my thigh and my butt.

But do I look pinchable?  My husband thinks so!



What will others think?

So, I took my wonder-ware to Reno with me and my nephew's graduation.  Would there be a difference?  Would people notice?



Here I am at my mom's house, all dressed up to go to my nephew's graduation.  This is without the miracle that is padded grandma panties. 

And here I am after...


My mom, my brother's girlfriend Beth and all had a huge laugh over this.  And I felt so totally and strangely empowered by my butt that I wore them all evening.

It wasn't until later, when Beth told my brother's ex-wife what I was wearing and told her to smack my padded behind that things got interesting.  Not that I could feel much, the padding is 1/2 inch think and imbued with such powerful and protective butt enhancing qualities that I couldn't feel a thing.

However, when Beth invited my dad to take a squeeze, I was laughing too hard to see if he took her up on the offer.

If you have a flat behind like I do, I highly recommend you get your own pair.  Only people who actually look at butts will notice a difference anyway!


Tuesday, January 29

Over Seas

Some times I get the feeling that I'm not being peppy enough for the blogosphere.  I was over at BooMama's seeing how a Southern Girl blogs, and gee whiz is she peepy and funny and cheeky and has all that goin on. I want to  be like her.  But I'm not Southern and I don't have a peppy bone in my body.  Peppy is too close to  pepper and I'm sorry but I don't like pepper.

Other blogs are also very informational.  Half my pins on Pinterest a photos of tutorials.  How To Make The Best Chocolate Cake.  How To Make Life Changing Pecan Pie.  How To Boil The Perfect Egg.  How To Paint A Chair.  How To Paint The Empire State Building.  

I haven't done a tutorial in ages.  So here goes:





How To Get Your Mother To Take You To France.

1.  Every time your mother travels somewhere say, "Aww, can't you fit me in your suitcase?  Aww, that would be so much fun if I could go.  I promise not to get sick in the middle of the vacation and get to tired to go on any adventures.  We would have so much fun, don't you think I'd fit in your carry on?"

2.  Be willing to spend your inheritance on a trip to France.   Okay.   It's not really "my inheritance" is it?  It's money in the bank my mom earned and inherited from her mom and dad.  It's money my mom might need when she's 80  instead of my husband and I moving her into my tiny home so that we can care for her.  

3. Be willing to take a risk.  My Mom aksed,"Do you want to go to France?"  I said, "Sure, haha, how am I going to make that happen?  My husband isn't making a living, and I'd be gone for 3 weeks without pay.  Right now I can't even pay for my passport."  It's a risk.  I get to go somewhere awesome.  I get to be with my Mom.  Everything will come together.  



At first it was a Mother & Daughter trip with other mother's and daughters, but right now it's a Mom and Dapoppins trip and we are gonna be like Mutt and Jeff, Minnie and Daisy, Lucy and Ethel.  Mom's gonna teach me how to drink wine and not fall asleep at the table or get heart burn, and I'm gonna teach her to chase pigeons and not get pooped on.  (Note: There is a preposition at the end of that last sentence, it's drivin me nutts.  Grammar experts, how can I sound funny and still not dangle?)  We will go to the Loo...maybe that's Louvre and a real Paris flee market or ten.  Aparently there are about seven other stops on the trip but I can't get over the flea market.  I dream about good flea markets and estate sales, people, where everything is a quarter and I buy so much I have to ask people to carry stuff home for me. I keep hearing about the beatiful treasures of the Paris flee market and it is almost as important as tasting the goods in everysingle pastry and sweets shop that we come across. 

It's going to be quite the adventure.  Now...I just need to find a good prices (cheap) Android tablet that I can use wi-fi on overseas.  Any ideas?  


Friday, January 25

Go




I think my word is:

GO

Because I am going to FRANCE in 2013.

Saturday, January 5

Looking for the Word

I still haven't got my word yet.

I like :

GO

LIBERTY

RECKLESS


but...I'm not sure.  Not sure.  It has to be the perfect word.  I am so optimistic about this year.  The last couple of months have been beautiful.  So full of hope.  Little in my situation has changed.  From a financial standpoint, from a logical standpoint, I've little to for which to hope.  My husband hasn't had a job that supports the family for almost 4 years.  We have been living from day to day, week to week, month to month. I should be depressed.  I should be angry.  But oh, I'm not.

I am Thankful.  I'm anticipating.  I'm excited.

I gotta stop or I'll break out in song.  And you wouldn't want that.