Thursday, September 27, 2007
At a meeting tonight I realized that some people add many, many hats for the benefit of all, for their community, for humanity. "Tight circles" of people come together again and again on panels, at forums, in meetings, and they work with hearts full of hope and minds that spin. They see The Big Picture and want change. They understand that it takes work and time, perseverance and tact. Each brings his or her own unique talent, showing off their hats in a modest manner as they speak or act. But having those hats is not for the right to brag or compete. They are balanced one on top of the other as a reminder to those whose heads hold them that one person can make a difference. We may not be able to see those hats when we wave hello to each other but we can know they are there.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Ok Ricky, no 'scuses. I am addicted to downloading graphics after the kids go down and then I get sleepy and toddle off to bed without paying homage to the old blog. I have tons to say so it's funny that I am not blogging more often, but I guess I've designated late nights and so will have to move the time slot. See? It's working already ;-)
I love Lucy! Don't you? She was such a great actress, so natural on screen as Lucy. Her earlier films were good, even though she was blonde. I was even devoted to her later TV programs, too, but they're hard to find now, or maybe I just don't stay up late enough!
Within the last couple years I've known two baby girls to be named Lucy, and just today my daughter named her new horse (horse head on a stick, whee fun!) Lucille. Let's celebrate. Ricky, do the Babaloo! Mahalo.
Oh, and a little local politics for y'all. I'm voting for Don:
Friday, September 21, 2007
My daughter has always had a mind of her own, a style of her own. I admire her for it. I have good laughs over it, sometimes, and I've learned to not fight it. Boots are her favorite footwear, she wore out the last pair. I just had to get her a new pair (oooh, and they were on sale, too) and except for PE days they're on her feet. She has dress up clothes, fancy dresses, scarves, hats, purses and makeup. Some days I get to be her fashion subject and even though I feel like a beauty school drop out she claims I'm beautiful and glamorous. Through her eyes there is a seamless stretch of outfits and "looks", a never-ending show of individuality.
My stylin' girl. Mahalo.
During the weekdays I have my very own co-pilot. He's cute, he's smiley, he's four. Come in, co-pilot, come in...
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I walked away from my first and only gymnastics meet, never even opened the door. And while I have attended a few professional games over the years it was never my idea to do so; I went along to ask stupid questions and get more confused. But here, now, I admit that I do root for two teams: The 49ers and The Giants. My Grandma Margaret proudly displayed her team logo outfits each season and for a small woman she had a big cheer and huge devotion. So for her, and to bug my husband who roots for the Raiders and The A's, I will say a YAY for wins and a BOO for losses for Grandma's teams. Um, which one is playing now? Oh, go team. Mahalo.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
About five years ago my husband and I took in a kitten from a friend. She was a rambunctious cat from the start and would jump up our toddler daughter's back (both of them loved that game) and woud chase anything dragged around. After a while we noticed our daughter was allergic and we gave the kitten away. Since then the only cat in our family belongs to my mom and her name is Weenie, yes, Weenie. Ok, so her brother (who ran away) was Hallow, she was Weenie (get it? Hey, I didn't name them!) Our kids love to visit this cat and our daughter doesn't get a reaction during her visits which is a relief.
Some day I'd like to have a cat (cats?) in our house again. The kids ask for it, our daughter tries to tell us she's definitely not allergic anymore, and I would welcome the chance to snuggle and stroke a soft feline friend. But the time isn't right, and so we shower Weenie with love and then wave goodbye until next time. Meow and mahalo.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
I have the time right now in my life to do this during the day and I usually have my sidekick along. My youngest is a social being, not always polite but never-the-less charming, funny, and sweet. I'll take the company and a periodic tantrum over not sharing this with him, any day. He's new, well he's four, and this whole social scene is kind of new for me. I have been able to spread my wings and change how I react to being out and about, to people and situations. I have taken care of myself and while I continue to struggle with some issues I must say, I'm a lucky girl. Mahalo.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Did someone say "free"? It hits a soft spot in my heart, I can't help it! First it's the people who decide to give away something. Ok sometimes that something is true junk but mostly it's good stuff (I know, Sanford). Second it's such a great way to benefit someone who may need something but has to spend money on a tank of gas instead of paying retail. Third I find that givers are a fun natured people; they smile more, they appreciate more. Fourth I think that many items don't belong in landfills; our earth is precious and so is an item that can be saved or enjoyed as-is. Fifth (how long am I going to go on?) is that when there is giving and receiving the movement is a type of "pay it forward"; at some point the receiver will remember that special feeling of getting something only for the asking and will in turn become a giver. So I guess giving things for free really pays, or letting go of something means you get something in return, or it really IS easy being green (sorry, Kermit). Mahalo.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
My youngest had his first day of soccer camp today and I believe we have a perfectionist on our hands. He had a mini-meltdown during the first few minutes because "I'm not good, Mommy!" I didn't pick him up physically as he wanted but instead supported his mental state by shifting focus to what he was doing well, like running and kicking, and letting him take all the water breaks he wanted. Turns out we both got a good workout, ended up sweaty and happy. Boom, day one done.
Back to school night was such a positive experience tonight. My eldest filmed the night for one of his classes and it was heartwarming to hear his name announced by the principal as she spoke a special thank you to the students behind the cameras. I think he's found a niche, something that sparks his creativity and interest. He'd better edit out his shots of me smoothing my hair "for, like, 3 minutes, Mom. What were you doing?" Bam, that's a wrap.
What? It's 10:30p? Whoosh, another day gone. Mahalo.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Monday, September 3, 2007
My first subject is why I love the internet so much. I don't feel the distance when I type to a friend across the country. I smile and make those "hunh?" faces even though no one's watching. I literally LOL (laugh out loud) sometimes and I love that! I also get emotional over a friend's bad news or sad articles that come to me from around the world. I type in my tears, my hugs, my laughter and concern. Sometimes I'm in my pj's, so who knows? That doesn't matter, it's the human touch in the words I type and receive that fill my heart. Those who know me well know that I don't like crowds but here I am in the biggest crowd there is, the world wide web. I'm glad it's here and I hope to use it well. So far, so good. Dumb jokes from my dad, requests for pictures from my mom, a daily trip to The Board (I'll let you in on this later), my latest addiction Craigslist, IMs from my husband at his desk on the other side of the house, looking up answers to those questions from my kids that stump me until I say "Let's look it up on the internet!", and local resources to keep this world of ours going green. My typing skills have been retained since I quit working FT 7 years ago so that tells you about my nubbed fingers reference. I backspace, delete, quit, ever the editor over my own words, but I finally get out what I want to say, aren't you all glad?
I chose my blog name by using the Hawaiian language to say "Thank you very much". Those who know me, know why. Mahalo a nui loa.