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.

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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.