Girl...
When you were a baby you were juandiced and the doctor said that sunshine was what you needed. You were born in February and it was so cold, but with your birth came some sunny days. I put little you in your bassinet and put you where rays could come through the window and kiss your baby skin. I would stand and stare at you. Beauty comes in so many forms, but you have always stopped me in my tracks cause you are my girl.
I turned my back, blinked too long, fell asleep...something, because a growing almost woman has taken over that wee little one. I am very proud of you...looks like that sunshine did it's job : ) I sure love you
Friday, March 5, 2010
little box full of seeds...
There it is on my counter. Traveled from Michigan to me. My little box full of seeds. I look at it when I come home and smile. Kinda like a candy bar that is the best of chocolates; yes, you just wanna tear into it, but you know that it is soooo special that it gets it's very own day. A celebration in a sense.
C'mon, we all have our thing. Maybe a favorite team, store, yearly ritual that we just hold sacred in our little world. This folks, is mine. I have laid on the floor on my belly drawing diagrams of how my flower beds and gardens will look. Each sqwiggly line and mini-cloud drawing signifies the place where each plant will grow and strive. Raised beds is my new fancy. I want a red one, orange one, yellow and green one. My neighbors will either smile or put up privacy fence! A Romper Room in my back yard...only for my garden.
Thoughts distract me through the day of how I will fight and win every battle I'm faced with when it comes to those gigantic slugs. If I put bait for them in the basement, will that work this year? Those slimy suckers drank beer like they were my college roommates. (For those of you that may not know this...slugs love beer and beer kills slugs ;) Not this year boys...no, Heather will get you before you chomp her tender little seedlings. I hate them for that. I do hold sludge grudges!
They bloom, vine, twist, sprout, shout with green in the rain and I simply can't wait! There's black-eyed susan, foxglove, lavender, rosemary, impatients, tomatoes, peppers, gourds and a variety of sunflowers (Oh, I love sunflowers!)....to name a few.
So Sunday I will open my little box of seeds, warm my soil mixture just for delicate seeds to grow in and tenderly plant each seed. I will talk to them and wait for them to lift their little heads out of the dirt. I'll smile like a new mommy...cause Spring will be here!
So don't let that snow and cold make you blue...cookouts and lemonade are coming!
C'mon, we all have our thing. Maybe a favorite team, store, yearly ritual that we just hold sacred in our little world. This folks, is mine. I have laid on the floor on my belly drawing diagrams of how my flower beds and gardens will look. Each sqwiggly line and mini-cloud drawing signifies the place where each plant will grow and strive. Raised beds is my new fancy. I want a red one, orange one, yellow and green one. My neighbors will either smile or put up privacy fence! A Romper Room in my back yard...only for my garden.
Thoughts distract me through the day of how I will fight and win every battle I'm faced with when it comes to those gigantic slugs. If I put bait for them in the basement, will that work this year? Those slimy suckers drank beer like they were my college roommates. (For those of you that may not know this...slugs love beer and beer kills slugs ;) Not this year boys...no, Heather will get you before you chomp her tender little seedlings. I hate them for that. I do hold sludge grudges!
They bloom, vine, twist, sprout, shout with green in the rain and I simply can't wait! There's black-eyed susan, foxglove, lavender, rosemary, impatients, tomatoes, peppers, gourds and a variety of sunflowers (Oh, I love sunflowers!)....to name a few.
So Sunday I will open my little box of seeds, warm my soil mixture just for delicate seeds to grow in and tenderly plant each seed. I will talk to them and wait for them to lift their little heads out of the dirt. I'll smile like a new mommy...cause Spring will be here!
So don't let that snow and cold make you blue...cookouts and lemonade are coming!
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Puppy love...
Puppies...they are cute stuff. But lets face it...they pee, poo, chew, bark, slobber, pant, clean themselves (ugh...), and that's just the beginning! You may hate this, but we all have a little puppy in us. I know, and you thought I was nuts for calling us ducks, but hear me out:
When puppies are scared of storms and they hide, they don't want yelled at...they want safe hands to pull them out from under the bed...to be petted and reassured. I think we all need a little puppy love.
...puppies can be partners if we can learn a little puppy love. Puppy love being that love that is all understanding and compassionate. We are quick to get frustrated and throw our hands up in the air at difficult relationships. When sweet marshmallowy love turns into a stick with a blazing fire on the end of it we scream and stomp it out. In my case, tossing them out the door. Jason is out there waving his hands saying, "She did! She did!"
It's true, I'm guilty of it.
Jesus had puppy love for us. I mean really! So God the Father sends him down here, perfect as he was, and he walks and lives among us. He sees that we have flaw after flaw and most of us are perfectly content "peen' on the floor" so to speak. He loves us so much anyway. Drug that cross and died on it...for us.
To model that kind of love takes strength beyond our own. I'm not a professional, but I am starting to see a few things. A sign of a great match when it comes to man and his companion is when they walk side-by-side. One never leads the other, they are in perfect timing and it is so true in relationships. To have that there is a great amount of trust and faith in one another. It can happen, but it takes time, and since none of us are equipped with all the knowledge...it also requires a trainer. What better trainer for us than the one with perfect puppy love... Last I checked, he's only a prayer away!
When puppies are scared of storms and they hide, they don't want yelled at...they want safe hands to pull them out from under the bed...to be petted and reassured. I think we all need a little puppy love.
...puppies can be partners if we can learn a little puppy love. Puppy love being that love that is all understanding and compassionate. We are quick to get frustrated and throw our hands up in the air at difficult relationships. When sweet marshmallowy love turns into a stick with a blazing fire on the end of it we scream and stomp it out. In my case, tossing them out the door. Jason is out there waving his hands saying, "She did! She did!"
It's true, I'm guilty of it.
Jesus had puppy love for us. I mean really! So God the Father sends him down here, perfect as he was, and he walks and lives among us. He sees that we have flaw after flaw and most of us are perfectly content "peen' on the floor" so to speak. He loves us so much anyway. Drug that cross and died on it...for us.
To model that kind of love takes strength beyond our own. I'm not a professional, but I am starting to see a few things. A sign of a great match when it comes to man and his companion is when they walk side-by-side. One never leads the other, they are in perfect timing and it is so true in relationships. To have that there is a great amount of trust and faith in one another. It can happen, but it takes time, and since none of us are equipped with all the knowledge...it also requires a trainer. What better trainer for us than the one with perfect puppy love... Last I checked, he's only a prayer away!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
animal crackers...
Well...went to Wallyworld to get necessary stuff, that like always, turned into a cart of unnecessary stuff! So, I'm on this crappy diet due to the fact that I weigh as much as someone in their last trimester. How do I know? Because this IS WHAT I WEIGHED in my last trimester! Snack...snack...snack...I think that we have closer evolutionary ties to the cow due to our constant need to graze. I don't think monkeys graze. Not that I believe I am from a monkey...just saying I feel more like a cow. For one thing, I sure as heck could not climb a tree at my given girth and feel a bit confident in the outcome not resulting in a dead tree and a broken leg. Not so go-green would I be to do that. ANYWAY...
16 animal crackers is considered a serving with 120 delicious calories. One of my elephants was missing it's head, so I took 17 and called it good. Maybe I'll leave a leg of that one that looks like a goat and even things out. If you do eat them limb by limb and with 20 oz of water, they are quite filling for not actually having any real meat on their crumby little bones!
P.S. Boo, the cat didn't even want to eat the goat leg, Oh-well, can't let it go to waste ; )
16 animal crackers is considered a serving with 120 delicious calories. One of my elephants was missing it's head, so I took 17 and called it good. Maybe I'll leave a leg of that one that looks like a goat and even things out. If you do eat them limb by limb and with 20 oz of water, they are quite filling for not actually having any real meat on their crumby little bones!
P.S. Boo, the cat didn't even want to eat the goat leg, Oh-well, can't let it go to waste ; )
Monday, March 1, 2010
freekn cheater
Well, it's Monday and we all love those! Why do we hate them anyway? They are the first to five till we have two we like... : )
Remember playing house? No, really...when there was a mom and dad and kids and plastic dishes. You really had a good set up if you had the play kitchen and washer and dryer. What about the grocery carts that made you look like a hutch back freak...well, I am here to declare that things are much different now.
So, I'm driving the bus and two little girls (little as in first and second grade little!) are in the seat behind me. They were all giggles and stuff cause they have been shut off from society for two long days, as are most these country bumpkins. I almost ran into a tractor when the kiddie-conversation turned into this:
"So I heard you broke up with Johnny!" (For the sake of privacy we are changing his name to none other than the famous "Little Johnny".)
"Yeah...I had to."
"Really, why?"
"Oh, he was cheating on me....long sigh...."
"I would have broke up with him if he was freekn cheating on me too!"
"We might get back together today."
"Your nuts if you do."
Ok....so this is the year 2010, but my question is...what did Little Johnny do?
Is cheating sharing glue, crayons, scissors? Did he push another cutie on the swing? Read a book with another? I didn't ask. I didn't want to be the cause for more pain.
That darn Little Johnny...he's such a rascal!
Remember playing house? No, really...when there was a mom and dad and kids and plastic dishes. You really had a good set up if you had the play kitchen and washer and dryer. What about the grocery carts that made you look like a hutch back freak...well, I am here to declare that things are much different now.
So, I'm driving the bus and two little girls (little as in first and second grade little!) are in the seat behind me. They were all giggles and stuff cause they have been shut off from society for two long days, as are most these country bumpkins. I almost ran into a tractor when the kiddie-conversation turned into this:
"So I heard you broke up with Johnny!" (For the sake of privacy we are changing his name to none other than the famous "Little Johnny".)
"Yeah...I had to."
"Really, why?"
"Oh, he was cheating on me....long sigh...."
"I would have broke up with him if he was freekn cheating on me too!"
"We might get back together today."
"Your nuts if you do."
Ok....so this is the year 2010, but my question is...what did Little Johnny do?
Is cheating sharing glue, crayons, scissors? Did he push another cutie on the swing? Read a book with another? I didn't ask. I didn't want to be the cause for more pain.
That darn Little Johnny...he's such a rascal!
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