For those who know my patterns of sleep, you will appreciate the fact that I'm stating what has been a long time coming...I miss seeing the darkness of my eyelids and I think my body is reprimanding me into surrender. I'm used to running on quick "closed-eye" sessions and the occasional, "hey lets make it a movie" afternoon extravaganza for the monksters, but for this last little bit, it's been pretty much ridiculous. Much thanks to those that have helped run the ponderosa while I've been a little, okay alot loopy, with sleep. Appreciate those that are bound to help this zombie of a person I've been.
***Thanks Soni, Anna and of course my number one helper, Baby 'lema
Thursday, May 20, 2010
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Friday, May 14, 2010
Sweatshirts
Sitting here, thinking to myself, "I'm sure everyone here at work feels pity for me cause they're sure I only have a drawer full of clothes. Must be why she always wears that sweatshirt...what hard economic times."{hee hee hee}
Ok, really though I love me a sweatshirt, in the dead winter, on the cool summer nights, in the chilling football season of fall and in the brisk spring mornings. Yep, that pretty much covers it. What makes a good sweatshirt, you say, well #1 the hood must be about 2 feet deep, well deep enough that I can feel like I'm hiding and no one can see me, [this feature is the cause of this post] there's something about relaxing, reading, driving, you name it, with my hood on #2 must be about 3 sizes too big, and what you shouldn't be wearing to work, or probably what the dress code at work would prohibit. Regardless a sweatshirt big enough to provide that instant comfort of zen where ever I decide to venture. Okay really I don't know the exact definition of zen but, from what I've gathered [makes me think of Run's House how they have that zen living room] a peace within...Zen should probably be capitalized too, huh?!?
So thanks to Highland Rugby, then to my brothers, then to my husband, who provided a way for me to enjoy this simple pleasure for the past 6 months for 5 out of the 7 days of the week. And to the washer and dryer who has held up to the washing of this blanket of a sweatshirt.
*I didn't find a sweatshirt from swagbucks to do the subject justice, so I'll just add a pic of the real deal tomorrow :)
Ok, really though I love me a sweatshirt, in the dead winter, on the cool summer nights, in the chilling football season of fall and in the brisk spring mornings. Yep, that pretty much covers it. What makes a good sweatshirt, you say, well #1 the hood must be about 2 feet deep, well deep enough that I can feel like I'm hiding and no one can see me, [this feature is the cause of this post] there's something about relaxing, reading, driving, you name it, with my hood on #2 must be about 3 sizes too big, and what you shouldn't be wearing to work, or probably what the dress code at work would prohibit. Regardless a sweatshirt big enough to provide that instant comfort of zen where ever I decide to venture. Okay really I don't know the exact definition of zen but, from what I've gathered [makes me think of Run's House how they have that zen living room] a peace within...Zen should probably be capitalized too, huh?!?
So thanks to Highland Rugby, then to my brothers, then to my husband, who provided a way for me to enjoy this simple pleasure for the past 6 months for 5 out of the 7 days of the week. And to the washer and dryer who has held up to the washing of this blanket of a sweatshirt.
*I didn't find a sweatshirt from swagbucks to do the subject justice, so I'll just add a pic of the real deal tomorrow :)
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Kindergarten
Seriously, who's kid is this? I'm not really this "mature" am I...well here's the current dilemma, what to do, where to take him?
The options: the neighborhood school, the "other" neighborhood school or the alternative medicine school. Ok that last one, I know weird, actually its a charter school but thats what comes to mind when I think about it. And truthfully been thinking about homeschooling alot more these days. Yes, I've gone mental, 'cause really, do I think I can even handle the mess I'm in now [I do mean that in the most...never mind I won't try to explain my way out of that one].
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