Monday, December 31, 2007

In a nutshell

2007 for me:
Have a steady way to make a bit of money
Found a haircut I really like
Made new friends
Turned 40 and flipped my life
Found ways to join in and make a difference
Started blogging as a fun outlet
Made more effort to have less impact
Started reading books again
Entered some photos at the fair
Celebrated one year at our house
Founded Alleyway Allies
and I've just been interrupted...so goes things!

Mahalo to all and a happy new year.

Saturday, December 29, 2007




Mahalo

Friday, December 28, 2007

The story

Whatever today is about, the story is almost finished. The characters are becoming annoying with their predictable ploys. The scenery seems now to be weary and worn. The essence is almost spent from tired lines and obvious nuances. I will rise and clap for an overall pleasant review but I will welcome the chilled air of the outside as I gather my cloak and leave the stuffy hall for the crisp night.

Mahalo.

Monday, December 24, 2007









































































Friday, December 21, 2007





Thursday, December 20, 2007

Checklist


Tree, trimmed. Kids' hair, now trimmed. Shopping, pretty much done. Holiday spirit, returning.

I wonder what Santa's going to give me. My stocking's felt a bit light these past few years. Wait a second.

Here's hoping we're all healthy for the holiday, well-slept, well-mannered, well nevermind.

I had a great time tonight. Laughing is good for the soul. Thanks D, M & M.

George Mary Clarence Mahalo

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Two whole weeks

Two whole weeks of:
Is it Christmas yet?
Can I open a present now?
Is Santa here?
Can we go shopping?
I want it to be Christmas NOW!

I'm about to blow my top and there are still two weeks left to go. These two younger kids of mine are quite the pair. Separated each one is mellow, more cooperative. Together they can drive a dead person to drink! I don't drink, I yell. I don't beat them, I put them in time-outs. I don't give second chances, I look them in the eye. I don't allow certain words, I expect apologies. I don't ignore bad behavior, I apologize for my own bad behavior when it happens. I feel like Darth Santa. I give the gifts but I rule with an iron fist!

Anyone have a time machine? Mahalo.

Monday, December 10, 2007

By popular demand

Or just because I want to and he doesn't read my blog, here are some choice pics of my birthday boy. Enjoy! Mahalo.






Number One Son rolling over another number


I can't believe it. All right, yes I can and I'm happy about it but to look at him with eyes that saw Nakey Baby Butt, Underpants Hat Pirate, DJ on the Keyboard, Practice Shaver with a Scooby Doo play razor, I sometimes have to take a step back and realize how far he's come. He's going to be 14 years old and I love him more now than ever. He's a wonderful person, loving and playful, devoted to his endeavors.
He can also drive me nuts, thinking he can lie to his Mama. I know all or I soon will by faking it and then following through with The Grapevine. Puhleez. And the homework issue, what's the big deal? Less than an hour if he really gets what he's doing but the griping, oh the griping and procrastination. Chores he misses even with his short list. Perhaps he needs more chores to occupy his mind so he doesn't forget to do them. Always thinking here.

But the love shines through with his hunched-over hugs, Puppy Dog Eyes, You're The Best (insert motherly noun here), Questions About My Day, and Sitting With The Little Ones. The little snicker doodle can play his violin like the best of them and usually it's warranted, only not so dramatic next time, maybe? His company on preapproved trips can be a wonderous thing of updates on games and movie clips, more questions about my day, then important songs come to mind and he plugs in or gets a signal and makes an urgent call after being out of range for a while. As I expect. If I really want his attention I'll let him know, but I'm fine watching him bop his head, singing along while catching strange sights out the window. If he catches me now he may raise his eyebrows and shake his head as if to motion that his taking the time to ask why I'm looking at him is interrupting his staring out the window so... LOL!!! This is where I laugh because right then I'm remembering another look he used to give me, crossing his eyes in order to get me to laugh. Too cute!

I'm a lucky girl. Mahalo.


Friday, December 7, 2007

Hunh?

I'm scrambling then resting then catching up then relaxing. Seems I'm all over the board recently. Is that something new or is it that I'm putting it in writing? It's probably my life on a daily basis but who looks deeply every hour? Not I. Sometimes I chose not to look at all. I end up catching a glimpse as I drift off to sleep at some too late hour, too late to do anything about it, too tired to remember to change it the next day. When I do take the time to focus and act purposefully it takes a lot out of me. In the end it's easier to fall back on old habits, slip up and say that I'll try again later. It's like falling onto a very soft bed with your favorite blanket and fluffy pillows. That lazy feeling will fit around you like warm bath water, holding you so that the uglies don't drift in. Then again, we you actually see the truth out there it's not all that bad, it's just different than your fairy tale. That's ok, right? Different? Strange? New? You can handle that. Sure, I CAN handle it but do I want to? Effort towards keeping my voice low when I'm angry, effort towards not blaring my horn at bad drivers, effort towards doing daily cleaning/chores, effort towards guiding three young people as they rely on me to be IT. I am my best for all these things when I look at what I'm doing for me. It's a gift to share my views and guidelines with my kids. It's a gift to be in control of how my place looks. It's a gift to be calm while others are stormy, be their little sunshine. OK LOL!!! Enough. Just have a good day, ok? Mahalo.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Why am I here?

Can you take the sticker off the banana?
Why?
We want to eat it.
Then I can just peel it for you. (peel, hand back)
But we want to share it. I get half, he gets half.
Oh. (finish peeling, break in two pieces and give one to each)

We want to go outside.
Ok but you need to put your shoes on.
But I'm in my socks, I'm fine. It's ok.

Let's go brush your teeth.
Why?

Time to get up and get dressed.
I don't want to!
It's getting late and you have to get to school.
I hate school and I'm never going!
Ok.
Ok, I'll get dressed.

I'm hungry.
We'll go home and make some lunch.
I want a cheeseburger.
We're not buying a cheeseburger. We have food at home.
I don't want food at home!
How about a PB&J?
Ok! Let's go home!

Pick up your toys all over the floor.
Why?
So no one steps on them and they don't get broken.
But I'm so tired and my legs hurt.
Someone else might get hurt if they step on a toy.
But see? You can walk right around it or jump over it!

Let's go to the potty.
I don't have to go!
Come one.
Noooo!
Here, sit down.
Hurry! I have to go really bad!

Why am I here again? Mahalo if you know.

Monday, November 26, 2007

What did I learn over the Thanksgiving vacation?

1. My parents are not "gathering" types; i.e. they suck at holidays.

2. I can lay down at any time of the day and fall asleep.

3. I really can eat too much spinach dip in one sitting. But the next day I'm at it again.

4. I need to plan playdates for the Christmas vacation ASAP.

5. Five people can create three loads of dishes on a holiday.

6. Black Friday means nothing to me.

7. The kids can get their own breakfast.

8. Homework may be lurking in backpacks.

9. The kids need more chores assigned to them.

10. I miss my extended family (who were in Hawaii, let's all send them a raspberry, shall we?)


Page just 'cause...

Saturday, November 17, 2007

What's up with that?

Can bread really make me that tired? Is it hormones? There's supposed to be no such thing as "make up" sleep but geez, being exhausted by 7p two nights in a row is something to question. What's up with that? I hope it's not my current craving for Trader Joe's sourdough bread because it's soooo good. As toast, a cheese sandwich, with fresh basil, or a simple PB&J, it's delicioso! I can eat a loaf in a few days yummmmmm.

Played a hilarious game at a baby shower today. Passing the piggybank for the new baby you put in a coin if you have done what one person says they haven't done, and around the bank goes. Kerplink, coins for the baby is a good thing. Laughing out loud as honesty is required is just too funny!

On the way home from the shower I gave in to temptation. Not TJ's but a garage sale. Hey, they were "open" until 4p and it was only 3 which I took as a big bold sign to head in. I walked away with some great stuff as the previous browsers either had 1) no taste 2) no creativity 3) not enough time to browse thoroughly. Poor them as I made out and will be getting creative with layers of tulle, reading some classic books, drinking from sweet ivory ceramic cups, watching ET, and posting a huge wooden "START" sign for my son's car toy races. FUN!

Tonight's theme is apparently Delicious Fun. Speaking of which the cake at the shower was sweet as can be, covered in marzipan with cream in the middle, mmmmmm. That was after a delicious vegetarian meal of samosas, tomato and cucumber salad with feta, macaroni with zucchini and carrots, a wonderful curry salad, and humus with pita slices. I washed it all down with sparkling lemonade, not too sweet, not too tart. I think most of us had seconds!

My daughter started her list for Santa today. Not good, it was started after a bout of commercials, althought she did include dresses and new pajamas. I love the last couple months of the year. You can quit buying things for the kids and just say "put it on the list." And faithfully, they do. Santa's a frugal buyer and sometimes speaks through me, guiding the kids towards certain items. I'm happy to help, Santa.

Wish me sanity. School's out next week. Mahalo.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

More pages just because I love sharing them

















Do I really have something to say?

When I read others' blogs I'm amazed at the drama, comedy and other goings on from just everyday life. I think to myself that once in a while I have something to share but my day in and day out business isn't all that, certainly not enough to write about. Shame on me! Lazy butt. Maybe I just need to take notes as my memory can be quite limited and I usually don't like recounting my waking hours. But yes, there are some pretty funny things that happen, I am laughing every day. Daily drama is also there with our two strong female personalities and the struggles we endure, but the guys create their own, too.

One great laugh that I have been repeating to others is from my friend. She was watching my youngest and took him with her to a Dr appt for her kids. My son insisted that they were not at his doctor, that his doctor is in a different place. For the mom, this was quite obvious but she played along and asked him the name of his doctor. He replied "Insomnia". This is hilarious because Dr Insomnia's is a local coffee shop!! Goes to show you how well he knows my coffee stops and how darned cute it is to be four years old.

Yesterday I spent hours shopping for makeup and one pair of pants. I haven't bought makeup in years and was a bit overwhelmed with my choices and how those choices matched my funds. I used the internet and watched a couple videos on how to apply makeup as I had been self-taught and thought that at 40 I should look less like an experimenting preteen and more like a woman with some know-how. So I ended up buying a couple quality items that will last me a while, should I decide to glam it up again. I had to get the pants because my one other pair of black slacks were too tight. The only bummer to me was that I had take the time and money to shop for another pair. My weight fluctuates so I try not to get down because sometimes clothes fit and other times not. Good news? This same week I had to pull in the waist of a pair of shorts. See? No worries.

A really big step coming up that we have just confirmed is our daughter will be heading to second grade after the Thanksgiving break. Her tests and abilities confirm she is ready for higher education so while her stint in first grade will have been short, it was well worth while. I am so thankful to her first grade teacher who listened to my concerns and addressed them all. Kudos to the school for allowing this movement as it's not standard but it is the best for our daughter who can get herself into trouble if allowed to get bored. May she continue to thrive!

I've been letting some really nice people come into my life recently and it feels good. I am aware of my own potential to shy away from social situations, my hormones which wreak havoc on my emotions and anxieties, but I keep coming back. I can't keep myself down. I don't want to keep myself down. I also don't want to build imaginary scenarios that are unrealistic so being capable of accepting myself, my goals, my current limitations, is a manner of peeling back those onion layers (right, Shrek?) and getting to know my comfort. One comfort is napping when I need to. I tried today but my mind was whirling so up I get, onto the computer, I have the car to finish cleaning out, some work to do, the house is quiet as everyone else is gone. Usually I'm a very capable napper (toddler moms would be so proud of me) but sometimes I have to let my busy mind get it all out. Sleep is good but fulfillment is better.

Mahalo.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Remember I'm still little

I just heard "Remember I'm still little" from my youngest as he was told to put on his sandals and he wanted us to know that he hadn't learned how to put them on, yet. What a great way to think. I am going to use that for myself. I am still "little" in so many ways, there are things I haven't learned to do and I don't like feeling left out. I know I'm not stupid because I did get a gem of a line from therapy "There are no stupid questions." Love that! Anyway, there are things I have never been interested in so I've never bothered to think of questions, much less answers: retirement accounts, wills, insurance, mortgages, politics. Can you see a trend? "Adult" thoughts or things that come up as you are on your own, raising a family, looking toward the future. I've mentioned before how I sometimes feel that life comes at me, I'm not in control. I used to love being in a cocoon, that was until I felt lost once I left the comfy cozy innards for the harsh outside. When I do want to know about something I do go after it. Sometimes it's not what I had in mind so I drop it, like photography. So many details! I like it but not enough to bother with aperatures, I will slowly experiment on my own. I never did develop study habits, always flying by the seat of my pants. I had a hard time in school rewriting what I've read, from elementary school on. Even if I write my own fiction or poems if I begin to rewrite I'll end up recreating, no middle ground, no grey. I'm still little because I've allowed myself to be that way. I don't like competition, I prefer to be judged on an individual basis. I remember wanting to stand out from way back. I refused to like what was popular (music, books, icons) and even spazzed about having my own spoon. Gee, I loved that spoon. I don't have a problem telling others that I don't know about things and love to share information on things I have really delved into. I like being an individual. No mom, if my friends jump off a bridge I won't follow them. Unless it's something I already had been thinking about. Well, what do I know: I'm in control after all.

What have you been thinking about? Mahalo.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween




From Some Video Game Guy, A Spider Loving Ballerina, and Captain Jack Sparrow arrrrrrr.
Be safe. Mahalo.





Monday, October 29, 2007

Digikids



"Digikids" was the original title of this page but it just didn't work. I tried different alphas and fonts but couldn't get comfortable with any. I kept searching and tapped out a symphony on the mouse as I waited impatiently for the computer to process but it was worth it. I love this page. Hard to believe our daughter has been using computers for over 4 years! The digital age is upon us.


Mahalo

This much


"Mommy, I love you this much!" said by my youngest with his arms stretched out as far as they could go. "How much do you love me?" he asks. I stretch one arm above my head the other down towards the floor. "How much is that? A lot?" "Yes, baby, a lot." "That's good 'cause I love you, too."

If I had to show a measurement of what I feel when he talks to me like that I'd embrace the world, I'd reach to the nearest star, or maybe the furthest star (is there a "furthest star"?) It feels like my heart gets that big when I'm proud of my kids or when I go in to see their sleeping faces. Does the universe exist inside of me? Sometimes, I suppose. Other times I feel as small as a grain of sand, or even a dust particle on that grain of sand. I try to shrink away like a wisp of smoke. I guess it's good to be fluid in my feelings, to have these ranges of self-perceived volume. If I didn't go from mood to mood, from a galaxy to a grain, then I would be ever present as the same chunk, rigid in mind, rigid in space. I want to take up space and then be space. Hey now, I'm not an airhead.
Ok, so I've been a bit of a downer lately. I would love to come up with quicky snipits that have you rolling on the floor. I would like to do that thing where you put your head upside down and dress up your chin and mouth like some funky face puppet and chatter away, licking my lips with an alien tongue. I'd like to remember jokes after I hear them so I could put them here for all to enjoy (mind like a sieve). How about languid commentary on the life of the word "peepee" or a song and dance dedicated to farts? That would set my kids off, for sure! Oh well, I'll have to wait for the moment to hit me again. How big is patience?
Mahalo.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Breathe deep


Take a deep breath, this isn't going to hurt. Yea, right. If I take a breath and try to relax during those few precious moments I am not surrounded by kids then the guilt for trying to relax begins to dispell my peace. I know I need to take care of myself and if that means I need a break that should be ok. Why does it sometimes not feel that way? Are mothers supposed to be chained to their children? Oooh, that sounds harsh. Not chained so much as never getting a break. A break, what a minute, a break from one's own children, to whom you gave birth willingly and have charge over for the rest of their lives. How can there be a break? How can there be a breath that isn't taken in for consideration of living for your children? Vicious circle. But I take my moments and I literally mean take. I tell or ask someone to wisk those kiddos away and weekends are usually the days when I do that the most. And yet weekends are the times when there is so much going on, things to do and see, as a family. How's that circle doing? Weekends are also the time when Daddy's home, for the most part, and ergo it's free babysitting. Ok, not free and not babysitting, but he is someone who loves them as much as I do and they love to spend time with him. But he is also someone who's been working all week and perhaps needs his own break so there's that guilt again. During the week after 9p usually all the kids are sleeping so isn't that "time to myself"? It could be were it not for a cough, a nightmare, a wet bed, a remembered assignment, dishes to be done, picking up areas where little feet are not, laundry, planning for the next day. Usually the first child isn't up before 7am so could dawn be used for me? HECK NO I don't do mornings, much less early mornings. How can I stop feeling cheated from my own life, my own space? I didn't think I signed up to lose myself along the way as I raised my own children. I do communicate my needs, not that they always get met. I do reach out for issues important to me and scrape up tidbits of time for Stephanie Stuff. I do realize that my kids aren't wild animals ready to face the world on their own soon after birth (wouldn't that be hilarious!) I guess all of this is why some parents run away. I'm not running, I'm side-stepping, doing the hokey pokey to distract the masses from my booboo face. All's not lost. I am here.

Mahalo.

Friday, October 26, 2007

Six days? At least it's not been a week ;-)


Darn, I keep meaning to do things then next thing I know it's days later. I missed calling my dear cousin yesterday, on her actual birthday, so I will call today but it's just not the same. My love is the same but yesterday would have been better. I need to pay attention! My friend Jess says to not let life come at me but to direct it. She's so right. Time to stand up.

Happy Birthday Wendy!!!!! My cousin's one of the smartest, more kind-hearted people I know. She's beautiful, has beautiful daughters, a loving husband and we really enjoy spending time together...which is harder to schedule now days but again, time to stand up and make it happen.



I wanted to share some quotes I found on Bunny's website. She creates beautiful graphic designs for digital scrapbooking. She recently found herself struggling against discrimination. It's a terrible thing. Please read, think, enjoy.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. ~e.e. cumming

If God had wanted me otherwise, He would have created me otherwise. ~Johann von Goethe

There is just one life for each of us: our own. ~Euripides

If you are ashamed to stand by your colors, you had better seek another flag. ~Author Unknown
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind. ~Dr. Seuss
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not. ~Andre Gide

http://digital-scrapbooking.org/bunnys-blog/2007/10/25/what/#comment-1386


Aloha and mahalo.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Scary dwelling

My younger two and I decorated the outside of our house yesterday. What a thrill to have that feeling of excitement for a holiday again! Some years I am just "blah" and the boxed decorations just sit in storage. This year I've been inspired by our neighbors around town. There are some great yards already set up for Halloween. The kids love stopping and pointing out all the little details and I was open to their enthusiasm. I can't put my finger on why I bounce around year to year on whether I want to participate in holidays but this year we are on our way to a spooky look and it's fun! Giant spider webs, a tombstone, a scarecrow, rats, and "scary eyes" on the windows. Today I'll dig out our old decorations and add some spiders to the webs, and replace our "Welcome" sign (all sticky sweet with metal scrolled heart shapes) with a witch on her broom. Costumes are taken care of, one will be a butterfly and the other Captain Jack. My older son is going to be some obscure character from a video game but at least he still wants to participate. I remember being in middle school and the charm had faded a bit. The last year my friend and I dressed up we didn't put much thought into our costumes so the overall event of trick-or-treating was met equally at each door with a lack of enthusiasm. We didn't have heavy bags by the end of the evening and my mood was mixed feeling of failure and being out of my element. I had passed beyond the mindset of creativity and joy to reward, and it was not rewarding. In my late teens and early twenties I participated in All Hallow's Eve in a new way, trying to be "sexy", and that wasn't easy with my self-esteem issues but I can look back and see I was pretty rockin back then! Now when I feel like dressing up it's the young child in me wanting to temporarily live in a fantasy world, one where you don't care what others think of you and if you get laughs at how you look, so much the better. Oh, and embarrassing my older son just doubles my fun! If you come to visit, don't be afraid of our scary dwelling. See it with your child eyes. Touch the webs and screech as you jump back with wide eyes, laughing at yourself. Weave your walk from side to side putting as much space between you and the tombstone as you can because you just know it moved slightly, didn't it? Ring the bell, but don't play Ditch, hold out your bag for treats. We're glad you came! Mahalo.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Stupid alarm clock


This morning my youngest counted the minutes, intently watching the numbers change on the clock and naming each change. "It's 7:26. It's 7:27. It's 7:28." When you have no concept of time I guess it's fun to watch the display but when you know you should have been up 20 minutes ago and now have that much less time before you have to do all you need to do before leaving to drop off at school and you're tired and you don't want to get up at all...well, then all you can do is smile at the cute little voice being excited at each new number. A couple years ago when my oldest son got to take a bus to school it was like heaven to me. Still in my jammies and halfway back to bed I'd wave goodbye, have a nice day honey. That reminds me, I'm going to call the district office about bussing again. It's "green", ya know.

Mornings haven't really ever come easy for me from what I remember. I had anxieties over clothes in my school years and remember my mom honking form me to get the heck into the car or I'd be late. At work I did well for a certain number of years but if I could shave off a couple minutes here or there, I did. I would stay late at work, not a problem (unless it was my commuting days).

Thank goodness for coffee these days. That little pot of Dark Brown Gold. It smells so good, it tastes so good. Just right for the morning resistor - me. A friend of mine sent me coffee she picked up while on Kaua'i, can you imagine my delight? Hawaiian coffee in my Hilo Hattie coffee cup?? Nuttin' bedda. Karen, Mahalo!!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

In honor of yesterday's Blog Action Day

What happened to yesterday? Whooosh. I wish I had done as I should have (some days are like that!) but I still have plenty to talk about in the "Green" department, saving the Earth and yadda yadda.


Ok, I'm back and thrilled to share with you something I will soon be very involved in:




Woohoo! Mahalo!

Sunday, October 14, 2007

His smile gets me everytime


The thing is, he knows that I fall for the smile, the batting eyes, the hug, "Mommy". How can I be such a mush? That's not me, I don't like sappy movies, I don't like floral drapes, I don't make school lunches (they can buy theirs, thank you very much). But oh yea, the boy can play me. He can calm me with his honesty and lift me with his pride. When he dances or sings, thinking that I'm not looking but you bet I sneak up to watch, my heart goes pitter patter. Sometimes I'm supposed to be watching TV but instead I'm staring at him. If he catches me he'll ask "What?!" but what can I say? He'll have to be a parent himself one day in order to understand. He's my baby, or as we call him "Baby Huey" as he's taller than us. I remember his feet being as big as my thumb and now they're as big as my forearm. The wispy haired independent laughing toddler is still visible to me when I glance his way, as is fun loving dinosaur inspired kiddo of elementary school years. I'm still getting used to the large package that all my memories are jumbled into; he grew quickly over a seemingly short period but once he was close to my height it seemed time sped up and now I can't look him straight in the eyes - I have to look up! He was born with a calmness which has permeated our relationship so that it's never he and I that have problems, it's something on the outside that affects us. I've asked for his help, rubbing my shoulders in bad traffic or letting me have some space when I'm stressed, and he's gladly stepped up for me. If only household chores would be so easy for him! I'll take the teenager back-talk, the messy room, the late homework, the stinkiness, the current lack of enthusiasm for family outings, I will take it all because he's given me years of selfless love, leaning hugs, holding of hands, listening and talking. I have no doubt that his smile has positively influenced my life and those who have ever seen his smile. He's a bright light.....ok, I'm not going to cry, I'm not...

Fine....crying for joy. He got me again! Mahalo.

She sells seashells


I'd never sell my seashells. I've collected many on my walks on beaches, along with sea glass, rocks, driftwood. Sometimes I take things home in the way of photographs. I love using the close-up feature and getting down on the level of the seaweed draped over a rock or to look a sea anenome "in the eye". The salt stays with me during the drive home, stuck to my skin as a fragrant reminder of my visit. Sand inevitably creeps into crevices and sneaks into the car, my pockets, my hair, under my nails, and sometimes even gives me the gritty grinding sound inside my head because it's in my teeth - hunh? Yep. I drink in the scene, I suppose! What would I do if I couldn't escape to the coast? It makes me humble, it calms my nerves, it's the ultimate eye candy with saltwater fragrance. I like to write in the wet sand with a stick or my toe, identifying myself or my love or just writing anything to watch it be swept over by the next lapping wave. If I'm brave I'll actually let the water touch my skin and then I'll yelp at the cold but I'm smiling. I can definitely laugh at myself, purposefully getting wet, sticky, and cold. There's no issue to me in sitting down and letting the beach life happen around me. Jumpy little critters may cause me to scratch my ankles or brush my arms but as long as I can still focus on the scenery I'm happy to share the space. The screech of gulls, the glint of sun on the water, the rushing sound of waves, the light scratching sound of footsteps on wet sand, they fill my head and push out the "should haves", "you ought to's", "don't think you can's".
I'm coastal. Mahalo.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Chocolate is good

Yes, I have a chance to meet the actor who played Mike Tee Vee in Willy Wonka (the original, of course), and get a free Wonka Bar. HOW COOL IS THAT?!

I love nostalgia. I like old things. I think old people are cute (no Dad, you're just good lookin'). I like "retro" and "vintage" and "classics". I bought the Willy Wonka video many years ago and now my daughter loves it. She knows when I call her Varuca that she'd better shape up. Ok, so it means she'll just argue with me about how she's totally not being Varuca, but you get my point. We each have our favorite parts, she'll forward through the "boring part" with the mom singing and I'll sing loudly with the Oompa Loompas. It's great to share my childhood with my kids.

Oh yea, and chocolate is good. Mahalo.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Ooooo



Halloween's coming up! I have so many favorite costume memories over the years, for me and my kids. I can't wait to smell that plastic bucket full of sweet sugary goodness, and save my kids from it all by testing and finishing most of it. They're worth it.

Going to get the pumpkin, whether on the field where it grew or a small lot with hay strewn about, it's always a good time finding just the right one. Those giant squash talk to you, whisper to you from down the way and you have to pick up a bunch to confirm which one it is, and when you find it you both know so then it knows it's going home with you and changing its name to Jack. Happy? Sad? Frightening? The face hasn't been decided just yet, but the name still fits.

It's raining, it's pouring. I don't want to get up in the morning. I love the night life, baby. Yea, you know the one I'm talking about, the one with the keys, the tapping, the voyeur attitude, getting to be whoever you want to be in the great big space. Are you a photographer, writer, artist, researcher, or evil lab technician? Ha! Like that last one? Happy Halloween! Mahalo.

Done




It was my goal to make one page for each of my kids tonight. Done. Doing a tap dance. Shaking my booty. Cha cha cha!

I made these three pages thanks to a wonderful site and its direction to many talented artists:
Mahalo a nui loa!!






Monday, October 8, 2007

I'm bummed


Another pair of super comfy funky flip flops bites the dust. This time I noticed the right flop (as opposed to the left flip) was tearing around the toe thingy, but because there is not yet any feeling of ground to foot, they are still my preferred backyard footwear. Darn, it's October so who's still selling cute flipflops? I'm sorry to already be replacing this pair in my mind; their warm browns mixed with subtle and bright blues and greens and a couple beads along the top. Surely there must be some way to reuse what's left after I wear them down and walk right out of them. I'm rubbing the bottoms of my feet on the soft pads right now, on the patina of old steps, ahhhhh. Can anyone tell me if duct tape will keep them together for just a little bit longer? I'm not ashamed of my love. Mahalo.

He really is!


Sunday, October 7, 2007

Draw with me


I wish we could all sit down and take that deep down relaxing breath at the same time. I love sitting outside and listening to everything going on from the birds to the neighbors. There is no one next to me, eyes scanning the high branches for signs of wind, willing to share a look when there is a really, really big gust of wind, the kind that makes you hold your breath when you smile at it. Nope, it was a personal moment today.


Whatever, sometimes I just need to take a breather and too bad if it's during the dinnertime rush of adrenline as soon as stomachs begin to crave and energy begins to peak....and nerves begin to fray-oh that's just me. I ee this, this thing coming on and I don't want to be in the thick of it when it takes over, like the twister in Kansas, the one that swooped up that poor girl and her little dog, too. No missing out on the cellar for me, no indeed! I'll be off to more colorful pastures down the way, very much ahead of time, thank you very much. What? I can't know the future? I can only assume that this dinnertime peak will not repeat as or be in the shadow of the bedtime peak? I'm still taking my time out, mahalo a nui loa.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Get your laugh on



Laughing here!! J2 just walked into the room with a kids' shopping cart on his head and has the nerve to tell me to stop laughing. Then he takes it off and says "Your turn!" Another roll on the floor for me!!! I love getting my laugh on by 4yo antics during the day.
"Peanut butter an' san'wich" (the page above, he knows jelly is in the sandwiches but "jelly" as a word was not deemed important enough for his sandwich naming. Oh yea, that's his own hairdo idea.)

"You put gas in the car so it will be un-out of gas." (logical, love it)

"How old am I?" (every day he asks this and every day he smiles and laughs and agrees when I tell him he's four)

"Is it time to go get my big sister?" (he asks as we head out the door to do an errand, having been home for a mere 10 minutes after dropping her at school)

"I'm Superman!" (having put the costume on upside down with his head in a leg, arm in the other leg, his legs in the arms, flapping the extra material around while sitting on the floor because of course he can't get up)

"There's a fish in here" (I handed him a cup of water so I guess that's his new "thank you")

If you don't have a 4yo at home, go hang out at the park and listen in. Get your laugh on! Mahalo

Helping out because I was asked to...



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Mahalo

Ink me

I'm searching for a shop to edit/complete and/or redo my wrist band. I had a great concept when I went in all those years ago, and I spoke the art to the guy with the needle and we came up with a great design. Unfortunately I was too new to realize he was too new and I consider it a bit of a botched job. I receive compliments on it but I've never been 100% happy with how it turned out; too thick here, too thin there. So yea, I'm shopping around. I'll be adding a tropical look to the sun, moon, and stars and I'm excited about it. The cost will have to be saved up but that's fine, it's been years, no rush, it'll happen. I've been watching LA Ink and am so impressed with the artists' work that I'm taking my time so that I walk away satisfied.

My other tat is hardly shown, and it can be like that for the first one. It's hidden or too small. Sure enough! I suppose I would like something added to it, for more of a peek out as it can be a dark circle under some tops and that's just funky looking to me. More! Ink me. Mahalo.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Slide

I put a slide show up top to show you some of my digi pages. I'm compiling a list of the artists whose graphics I've used so if you're interested in digital scrapbooking you can expand your collection. I love love love making pages and I'm so glad I can do it all on the computer without taking over the table with scraps of paper, ribbons, buttons, stickers, small little doodads and thingamabobs. No more binders or bins to capture it all, no more chasing down my daughter when she snatches a piece or worrying about clean up if I don't finish a page in one day. No more walking into a store and spending way too much on single use items, or thinking that I need to save labels, waist strings from sweats on their way to be cut up into rags. But it's been a good lesson over time for my kids. My daughter thinks that finding things on the ground is like coming across treasure, from small tile to leaves to a perfect rock. My older son has done many a pick up with me and been happy with my free finds. My younger son loves to "shop" the world (Can we buy this stick, please? Sure, it's yours. Yay!) Enjoy the slide show. Mahalo.

October....already?

J1 circa 2001 - S Kline 01

I wonder what Fall is like on the Islands? Ok, enough dreaming, back to reality. I've been disconnected for a couple days, no cell, not much online, and it really "took me away." I love reaching out but sometimes my personal lifeline snaps me back hard and I need to have some time off (and that snap stings!) Time to regroup, to breathe through something I pushed myself into, dot my i's and cross my t's, then just stop doing. This can worry some people but it's never been an option for me, it just happens. I don't mean to be rude or flakey so I hope no one takes it that way. When I'm nursing the welt from the snap, I tune out to daily doings, my universe becomes spotlighted and only necessities are addressed, and sometimes not even those. Thank goodness I have a partner in my life who picks up the slack (upon demand, but hey, he's there for me). Where would we be without that balancing person in our life? Sometimes when you're down remember to look up and see who's sitting at the other end of the teeter-totter, smile for him/her. Your turn is next and that person will help you get there.

October: a family birthday, colder weather, leaves turning, costumes, pumpkins, harvest, apples, moist air, beautiful clouds, that much closer to the holiday season. I am so happy that we just passed our one year "anniversary" at our home. How fun to take pics now and compare the kids to last year when we first got here. (And look at the pic I posted - my number one son back in Oh-One, so cute!) It certainly doesn't feel like a year, but the ups and downs helped make the ride less boring so I guess I wasn't focused on time. October it is! Mahalo.

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Throught the looking glass


You never know what your reflection will be to someone else. Best intentions can be left twisting in the wind.


Doorknob: "Sorry. You're much too big. Simply impassable."

Alice: "You mean 'impossible'."

Doorknob: "No, impassable. Nothing's impossible!"