Waffle takedown....DUN DUN DUN DUUUUN

Mothers Day '10

started out on a covert

mission to get a waffle!!

No kids in sight..

two mothers out

to satisfy themselves with

great company and

a perfect way to say

I am a cool mom!

Bread and Ink on Hawthorne

hit a home run again.

Angela (my sister from another..you know)

spoiled me with her company and treated me to

an amazing morning.

As you can see from the pic

there was carnage.

No I am not ashamed.

I join the leagues of waffle

cone sures

and counted myself to be among the elite!!

This is my second Mothers Day at the B&I

and I plan to be there in '11

with bells on!

Join Me?

kisses and lashes

Running away!

Okay..

if you know anything about me you would know

I LOVE my bike.

You won't find me pestering you

riding down crowed streets,

but on a quiet block smiling at the neighbors and

daydreaming in every large 80 year old home.

I took my dear love out and rode for an

hour and stopped at Grant park.

My intensions are to read, but

the surroundings are so electric, I was

too distracted.

The sound of the tennis balls were like a heart beat.

Then the kids squealing was like music.

The trees..grass and sounds...man oh man.

It was like being in the heart of a happy person.

No book could compare.

(plus the book was trite)

Our cities are squeezing tight and

finding quiet green space is precious...

get out and explore your city...

just don't get in my way

when you see the pink helmet coming

MOVE!

lol

kisses and lashes

Letting go

How do you let go of your child?

What a complicated and tangled duty.

I wished for her

I dreamed of her

I carried her

nursed her

changed her and my whole world

Now, I am being asked to let her go.

To live with a lives work and then open your door

and say bye...huh uh..don't want too

you may say its right but I want her, little ,

smiling at me and not seeing my shortcomings

thinking I made the sun come up.

sitting in my rocker to nurse at 2 am SHARP.

Laughing crying SCREAMING..

clutching pushing..the mother daughter

dynamic is STILL the most intricate of all the

relationships...but is deep

self observing and amazing.

If I could tell you one thing..

I never willingly want to let my babies go..

but life calls for them from day 1.

Imposing itself on my time with them.. now she is

18 and full of anticipation...

OK WORLD.. I am letting go

and you better treat her right...

love her

honor her

listen to her

see..her

please.

signed :heartbroken mother of a new woman.

Working: only for the OLD!

Okay... all I am sayin' is

here I am at the peak of my life sitting

at a desk idle, and when the buzzer rings

I escape to what light is left to then live

for 3 hours and 20 minutes.

For a moment imagine

the system was set up for us to live

our retired lives from 25-55.

Ahh you see it huh.

You graduate and work into the system for 7 years

with only a stipend to live on.

THEN

you hike, bike hell trike

everywhere.

You pay forward and you pick

where you want the 7 years of work to pay for: travel, gardening

building and so on.

During the 30 years you only have to work a week a month

to pay forward towards the lifestyle

you have created in the 7 years.

******

Imagine what mountains, discoveries and lives

you could construct while you were

young enough to do it.

Then as you glide into 55 you

REALY and TRULY have an

idea how to share a WEALTH of knowledge

and work with more passion.

1. you would live longer

2. have little to No regrets

3. raise children with EASE

I am just sayin'

there is to much life for me to discover

and time is...well

BACKWARDS.

I want to run and play more than ever and

my body says "hurry up".

Just a thought.. so jump rope while you still can

and don't put off ANYTHING!

today is all we have!

kisses and lashes

Knitting : A thinkers craft

Knitting is not for the feeble minded....(red, cause this is a warning!)

I started knitting cause I wanted to relax...................................................

...........are you done laughing yet?

I found that not only did I have to pay attention, but become a critical thinker

(I feel if our local politicians had a knitting aptitude test..well hell you get it).

But I was laid off and my new pastime can be pricy if you want a beautiful project.

so here are three of my savers:

Plastic Zip Bags!

In the pic you see the large bag (26" X 21") holds work in progress and extra

yarn and patterns. You see the pic of the grey and black crochet project..it

was made with a 10" x6mm crochet needle and in the close-up you can see it looks

like a knit stitch on one side and a pearl on the other..that was about 180 stitches.

super Easy....and then there was knitting...Ugh!

The smaller bag is perfect for keeping yarn clean and needles from getting lost

while on the go.

Next..

Wine bottle holder..now Needle holder!

I had two of these cause they were RED and girly..

bought them eons ago for cheap as decor and after giving one away (with vino ;)

I had an idea to put my burgeoning needle collection in one place.

I love it! I can put all things related in there.

Lastly..

Safety Pin/bead row markers!

Yes,, I googled and noticed they are not expensive..but I was on row 8:

SIDEBAR....

Lord if you knew how many times I ripped out stitches to get to EIGHT..

lets just say 6 attempts! ( I digress :{ )

and it was 10 at night so I thought how can I mark this MILESTONE and not forget

so this was free and accessible.

please check out Getting Purly With It blog (over to the right under my favorite blogs,clickit)

Nancy Ricci is my Diana Ross of knitting!

so I will knit on sisters and share my first true triumphs !

I am sure this will get me in to Mensa.

In the pursuit of loosing my butt, to whom I have a love hate relationship with, I have

decided that happiness isn't in the position of my butt, but the disposition of it..

Simply said, if not for my butt how would I

have carried my children on Pre-K field trips

when their feet wore out?

How would my friends know in 8th grade I

had the new pair of Jordache jeans if

I had a flat butt..huh!

And I have been in some pretty swanky places

cause my butt was invited!

I have tried to hide it, tuck it, starve it

everything but carve it.. but it won't let me go.

Maybe we belong together..heck I have gotten

used to carrying around like a backpack.

I noticed all the real people with butts and seemed to be

quite happy. To the extent of enhancing their haunches

so that they can sit in swanky places!

How could I be mad at my derriere

when the great bard Sir Mix of Lot penned

an anthem to which

Butts now and forever more are honored!

Dressing room stalker!

I am a little worried.

Every time I go to try on clothes

some fat chick is in the mirror.

Mind you, I have been looking in my

medicine cabinet mirror and I am sure

that is not ME.

It is not enough she won't leave me alone

to try on the pants I chose, but she antagonizes

me to pursue larger sizes (that cow!).

If she was friendly I would invite her to lunch and share

my fashion tips (especially since she never has on cute underwear).

She is such a bully. I rarely buy what I go in there with, but

I am coursed to black slacks and blah blah blah blouses.

All I can say is LADIES check the dressing room

before you go in... if you see a stranger in her underwear

SCREAM!

I'm just sayin'