In the evening, when the day is done, and we are getting ready for bed, there is a little reading, a little music and a lot of running around. Tin had his drumstick and was watching Trombone Shorty and imitating him and being a sweetie pie to Mama – even budding musicians need a little Mama loving.
I used to work with a guy who called everyone a gone pecan and this afternoon when I went out to take a walk and shed some of this overdrive happening in my brain, I saw my neighbors in the empty lot picking up all the dropped pecans. I remember my grandmother had a pecan tree where we used to gather pecans too. Then I walked by my other neighbors’ house and they were speaking…
I have a ton of photos and videos of Tin this weekend. He’s been walking around with his drum stick on his shoulder getting down to what he imagines is his TROMBONE. We watched a bunch of YouTube clips of Trombone Shorty, who started playing at 4 years of age, and he gets so jazzed when he sees Troy that he cradles his drumstick right on his shoulder and starts his imaginary playing. My computer…
I’ve gotten so many replies to the entries I did back when I had that TCA Peel, you’d think I should blog about that – most everyone is so pleased that I exposed my skin peeling off my face and what it looked like – it’s interesting hardly anyone comments on the other exposure – the one where you turn inside out. It’s like internal exfoliation is run of the mill, but external, now that’s…
I’ve spent a good deal of today trying to get over three evenings out last week and Friday night in with friends and for the life of me, that used to be nothing, but now it’s like I was running a marathon and just stopped. I lay in bed this afternoon instead of going to the acrobatic workshop at Swan River, the bootcamp at NOAC, the bike ride to the lakefront – I was paralyzed…
I was reading about this woman who went to work on a farm so that she could unplug from her harried world and one thing she learned was that goats are divided into followers and leaders, and if there is not a leader in the group then they run around like chickens with their heads cut off. I’ve been doing some reading recently trying to uncover who I am and what I am good at…
We’re soon approaching that day when the skeletons come out of the closet and dance while their bones clank together. It’s a reminder to clean out your own closet – the one filled with your own skeletons. You know how you get in those moods where you think what if I hadn’t, what if that hadn’t happened – well that’s called the past. The past is best left in the past, because if you don’t…
The conference ended yesterday and I had dinner with a guy I’ve been speaking to for over ten years now. We’ve only known each other on the phone but I’ve followed him through several companies. What both of us agreed was having the jobs we have has been wonderful because of the relationships you form along the way. Isn’t that what life is all about? The other day in yoga, two teachers in training with…
NEW YORK TIMES – OP-ED COLUMNIST Making Ignorance Chic By MAUREEN DOWD Published: October 19, 2010 Casanova’s rule for seduction was to tell a beautiful woman she was intelligent and an intelligent woman she was beautiful. The false choice between intellectualism and sexuality in women has persisted through the ages. There was no more poignant victim of it than Marilyn Monroe. She was smart enough to become the most famous Dumb Blonde in history. Photographers…
I have been thinking a lot about the other day when I was at my acro yoga class, I got there and it was a whole new batch of people and Aaron wasn’t there and I had this feeling like I should just turn and go and this was after walking there after leaving my bike with the flat tire hooked up to a restaurant gate. But stay I did and I found some interesting…