tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63360142011-10-13T10:30:00.135-04:00Finding joy in the adventure of everyday living. These are my happy pages.Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.comBlogger2111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-4454847399030210432009-10-29T11:49:00.001-04:002009-10-29T11:49:05.677-04:00

Gabriel is finally able to say his own name. The sounds have always made it too hard. Gabriwo he says now. The closest he’s ever gotten.I didn’t realize it would be so tough to say or write when we picked it.He also says he wants to write his name, although he’s such a perfectionist that he hates to do things he can’t do write and keeps giving up. But yesterday, I sat down with him and wrote out

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Some money came through unexpectedly without the hassle that was expected. yay.How much kids love a package of 1.99 rubber snakes.Thunder and lightning and dark swirling clouds.Rain in summer.rearranging the kids room.Rearranging my room to facillitate packing/moving. It makes me feel like I’m taking steps.Reading stories from inside the newly rearranged playhouse/camp tent/bed.New magazines with

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1. Ivy’s chubby hand holding mine.2. The way G always runs to me to tell me the story of the latest thing he’s seen or learned.3. A nice cold glass of water.4. Reconnecting with an old friend across miles and year, through the internet.5. Dreaming of good things in a new home.6. Laying down in a nice air conditioned room after a day spent in the heat and humidity.7. Making a dinner from scratch

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Rain, and the cooler weather it brings.Going over my thousands of photos and deleting masses and finding gems.The relief when what you thought was a disaster either resolves itself, wasn’t that bad to begin with, or is cleaned up and just bloody over with.A nice shower after said disaster.So You Think You Can Dance. Seriously. So good.Getting surprise packages in the mail. I never get snail

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Mom coming for a short visit and playing with the cuckoo kids.G and Ai having a blast, playing football, hide and seek, chase, just generally laughing ridiculously.planning an impromptu birthday party for G on thursday, although his bday is net months (so we can celebrate with S before he goes to California) and finding martha stewart to be a great example.Birthday menu: parmesan chicken fingers,

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wrote a few words in my revision of my novel, despite having read the first page and feeling singularly unimpressed.thinking that this Star Wars meets Jane Austen novel might actually be a love story… but not between people.watching G grow up before my eyes and turn from a baby into a big boy.G told his first knock knock joke, created all by himself.that I can bake a mean roast chicken, despite

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Smashing mosquitos. Damn buzzing devilspawn.Reading on the couch and not forcing myself to work work work.Bagel w apricot jam and butter while doing the Sudoku.Hugs with Cuddly Ivy.Conversation with wiggly Gabriel.S in a happy mood.Another night of SYTYCD tonight.Doing a Tyra photoshoot. find your light. novocain mouth. tension. smile with your eyes smile with your eyes. And having fun w black

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-48946338907976546172009-06-10T09:53:00.001-04:002009-06-10T09:53:50.183-04:00

Spending the day reading an book, instead of rushing to “be productive” and get things done. And doing it with satisfaction, instead of guilt or depression, or out of a need to hide. Just reading for enjoyment.Comments from my blog readers on how touched they have been by my 100 in 100 creative challenge project and my paintings.Yummy mango.Making margaritas and relaxing before dinner while…S

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The kids are growing. Growing. Every day. Look... can't you see them slouching around High School hallways?

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did you know that if you melt chocolate chips with some sourcream and a touch of flavorings (sugar, coffee, whiskey, vanilla) you get a lovely, yummy dip for your green apple slices?I just thought I'd share that, because that's been a recent happiness.And the boy yelling "Go robot! Go robot!" as his longed for Christmas robot spins around the room.And the girl asking for "wipstick" so I give her

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"First it was fun and invigorating, then it was exhausting and felt like work, then it was a great sense of accomplishment."How I did it: Every night I would sit down in front of the tv with my journal and my bag of acrylic paints and I'd paint.Sometimes I would have sketches and ideas from the day, sometimes I would go into it cold.Painting sessions were often accompanied with or preceded by

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Dog sitting my brother's dog while he and his wife go on their honeymoon. Kids love dogs. Plus she cleans up all the cheerios on the floor!G taking his little sponge letters and laying them out, pretending to spell words.Cute outfit of mine... sometimes I just have to remember to try a little harder. Throw a little plaid button down over the long sleeved tee and skinny jeans. Slip on white

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It makes me happy to giveaway a painting on my blog. http://warriorgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-me-giveaway-flying.htmlcome over and give it a shot. I miss you guys.Dancing with the kids and making music with a play saxophone, a harmonica and a maraca.A call from Patty. A call from Dad. A call from Sean.Plans to get my printer so I can sell prints on etsy.Making corn muffins

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Painted one painting, an oracle that I made up, drew another, (Nox and Comfort) and wrote over 2 thousand words for nanowrimo. Still went to bed early, and read a new book.A new author who does not bore me. I have a hard time finding science fiction and fantasy authors who are good enough writers to keep my attention. The curse of a s/f geek who got a literary education.Writing during nap time

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Woke up to G playing Harmonica in his room. It was kind of nice, even though he can’t play, and I could ignore it until I wanted to wake up.G then came into bed with me. He’s finally figured how to work a doorknob and we cuddled until one of the littles forced me awake.Dancing with the kids. First to Sesame Street (Ivy loves to dance) then to some Dan Zanes. How we cut the rug all the way

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Who doesn’t love Sesame Street? Nobody in this house. We spent the whole hour dancing and counting and laughingSinging songs at bedtime. Itsy Bitsy Spider, Row Row Row your boat, Mares Eat Oats, and I tossed in a little Moon Shadow.Dancing the wiggle dance in the garden.G and Ivy hiding together in the garden, drinking their milk.The drawing I did last night, my little witchie poos on their

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Saw Hellboy II and it was great. Much better than #1. You forget that this is the same director who did Pan’s Labyrinth, and then you watch and you’re like, “oooooohhhh!” It’s good to see a movie you love. It doesn’t happen often.Hugs from Ivy at bed time, she hangs on tight and pats. Nothing quite like it.Ivy likes to be tucked in now. I tell her to get in her crib and get comfortable and

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Listening to Barack Obama’s speech, it occurs to me that I WANT to vote for him. I believe in him. He believes a lot of what I believe. I was a Hillary Clinton supporter before and was disgruntled by them both soon after. But I like O too! Enough to vote FOR him, and not just AGAINST the Republicans. Woo hoo for a glimmer of hope and faith in the system!My best friend from High School found

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Ivy has decided she likes to run around with a blanket on her head. I can’t tell if she’s a monster/ghost or if she is wearing an outfit. The girl does like her clothes/hats/shoes/lip gloss. Help me.G and Ivy were playing tag. G would tag her and run away. They would run around the table a few times, then G would catch up with her again and tag her again. I don’t think she quite got the

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Getting in touch with an old college friend on facebook. I hadn’t talked to her in so long, and for once, it was a GOOD friend, not just a casual friend.A package for the kids from their grandma. Oh they love getting packages.An important email from a friend who is living in Costa Rica. Even though we are far, we can still be close.G and Ivy ask to call papa on the phone. Particularly Ivy.

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Going to bed early. I didn’t even read. Just turned off the light and passed out.My art supplies came from Dick Blick. I haven’t had the chance to use them yet, but what fun to open up a box and see all the wonderful colors. Ooooh, all the potential.G and Ivy had such fun playing with Uncle today. They love him.G sitting up in bed and “reading” Alice and Wonderland.Walking through the garden

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Went with my mom to a new neighborhood. We were supposed to go on a “Gallery Walk” but instead, found a playground and spent a couple hours there, then went for icecream.G and Ivy met a little boy and they played with him and his mom. G particularly love the mom, and kept pulling her this way and that. Ivy particularly loved the boy, sitting on the bench next to him and saying, “hi.”Ivy

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I actually WROTE in my novel during the kid’s nap time. I didn’t avoid it at all. Yay. I am still worried that it is writing around what I should be writing, but I think I have to write it first to know what I need to really be writing.My slowly changing attitude towards my art, my work, my writing, my career, my business, my life and myself. Step by step, and I will get where I want to

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The big double grocery cart shaped like a car.G’s happiness at getting a Go Diego Go I Can Read book. It’s only a matter of time folks. He may actually be reading before he can speak clearly.Bedtime. They love to cuddle in bed with mama and read books.Sponge alphabet. Oooh. Look, a G. An I.G has 6 bobos (pacifiers) 6. And he likes to count them. 6 is new. It used to be 5 but we found

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Gosh I spent some time over on the lists, and I foolishly marked this goal as accomplished, which it is, although I am not done.So I had to mark it as doing again. How weird. Man, I think they kicked me off the front page. Oh well. So after putting this goal off for a while because of all the catching up I have to do, I’m just going to start again.Iced coffee with coffee icecream. YumGoogle

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SYTYCD. Wee hee. Me loves the dancing kids.Dancing with the kids. We held eachother’s hands and danced around in a circle.Realizing that, although I am dreading the roadtrip tomorrow at 4 AM!!! I am still going to the mountains, to a place I have never been. That’s nice and fun.Frosted mini wheats.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

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When I was surrounded by my kids… they’re small and there are only two of them, but they were so present that they definitely had me surrounded. Hugs all around. Big grins.When I put them to nap a half hour early and they actually went to bed and I was able to shower and get my equilibrium back.Reading a magazine this morning instead of turning on the computer.Balloons with the kids. Oh,

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I’m really digging watching Children of Men. I’ve seen it before, but I didn’t realize how well made it was. And I loves me some post apocalyptic fiction.Kids. Oh they get older. Ivy always runs to give G his milk, and then comes back to get her own. G comes over to see what’s wrong if Ivy is crying.And they are still little and they want their mommy. They climb all over me and are cuddle

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Laying on the couch with the kids, watching Little Bear. Hugs and games and cuddles and tickles.G is learning to read… or at least he’s getting the concept. He sees words and then starts saying the letters. He doesn’t always get the right letters, but that’s okay. He read out some letters and then said his name, like he was reading his name. He was very proud.Ivy running around today while

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Work was a little busy. Not crazy, but a bit. And there was a great band playing. Actually great. I enjoyed it, actually, despite exhaustion. It reminded me of an old job where I used to work, back in my twenties, in Greenwich Village. It was called the Cottonwood Cafe, anyone ever hear of it? No, that’s okay, it was a long time ago in a very specific place.I finally opened up a bank

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Got to see the elimination episode of SYTYCD. This is really the only show I am watching right now. And I love to see them dance. My boys did not get eliminated, thank god, although they were on the chopping block.Giving away the Arte y Pico award I got for my blog to five other bloggers for creativity and adding to the blogging community. I am really liking blogging, now that people actually

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SYTYCD, right now. It’s a commercial, that’s the only reason I’m here. I loved the number with Will and his partner. SOOOO brilliant, both chorography and dancing. And Twitch doing the krump was awesome and “dirty” in Mia Michaels’ words. Have to go, Josh is dancing now…okay, he wasn’t that good, but they all have another number to go. Another happy. Double dance numbers on SYTYCD.Made

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Bedtime was not as difficult as I thought it might be with S gone.G asked for hamburgers by name. His language is developing rapidly after so long not being able to talk. I guess he’s ready.S got off to the airport without a hitch. His flight went well. There were no hysterics (either here at home or with the airline) and he got back to NY just fine.Plenty of birthday videos to tide us over

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Kids were so tired we got to sleep a little late, and it must have been the upcoming birthday that was giving me a little insomnia, because I was able to sleep.G’s actual Birthday. He was born three years ago today. Weird how life just GOES.The kids opening the last of the presents.Leftover cake.A day with nowhere to be. I needed some down time after the big weekend.When Ivy stopped her tantrum

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Mama was smart and did her writing in the morning before she got out of bed, instead of planning on writing during nap or after all the festivities. A couple pages.My new Target tshirt. Just a cute little henley with pin tucks and buttons in a nice plum color. Long enough, loose enough, light enough to be comfy and stylish.G’s joy when he saw the balloons and streamers and wrapped presents at

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The kids waking up to papa. G especially was so happy to have him here. Ivy was a little shy.Getting presents for G’s birthday with S while the kids were napping. We got him a fancy pirate ship and Ivy will get a doll and stroller.Bath time story time bed time with Papa and mama. It is nice to have the family all together.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

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S came back after 6 weeks in NY. It was nice.G was SOOOO happy to see papa. Ivy was a little shy, but G was bouncing around.Fireworks on Tampa Bay. They were no Macy’s fireworks, but then, it was also a lot less trouble than going to see NYC fireworks, with the crowds and the commute.We sat on a blanket on the waterfront, and had cherries and cookies and chips and milk for the kids and port for

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The keyboard came.G after work, all perky and full of energy, but went right to bed.Dinner. Chicken strips with hot sauce and blue cheese dressing and a salad.Great Ivy Pictures.Doing a collage for a workshop.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

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Package from the kids’ other grandma. A present for G, some clothes, and awhole mess of action figures. One of which, a strange Batman figure in armor, became G’s made up superhero/badguy—Poo Poo Man!!!! He has a fart gun.Writing TWICE in my novel. And working on character, too.Ideas about my first novel (10 years ignored) and some thoughts for revision. Realized I still love that character/

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One on one time with Ivy. I said ‘did you know you’re a pretty girl/smart girl/sweet girl/funny girl?’ and she didn’t know any of those except for funny girl. Then she nodded, big smile. She is funny. She makes jokes, plays tricks, shatters expectations, and she likes shoes.Buying stuff at the grocery store for G’s birthday. He picked out his cake (a mix. please.) frosting, candles. Very

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G was mugging for the camera, making funny faces.G drew with a pencil. He enjoyed it. He did still lifes while I sketched in my journal.Summer summer fruits it wouldn’t be summer without them.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

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Made some money working by myself.Got some dvds for G’s birthday. Looking forward to giving him some favorites. Little Bear and Jimmy Neutron.Uncle made spaghetti and I had some. Hit the spot.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

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Managed to post on my blog by cutting and pasting and mouse clicking, even though I had no keyboard.Finding out I wouldn’t ever have to work again with a particular person at work who drove me (and everyone else) batty.Fixed my hair during another session with my scissors. Maybe a little more tweaking still needs to be done.A good sandwich (grilled chicken, swiss, bacon and ranch dressing.)

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-37731578684080873382008-06-26T10:43:00.000-04:002008-07-05T11:55:07.565-04:00

Saved a baby lizard that was lost in the sink.G remembered the “this little piggie” song and was trying to do it with Ivy’s toes. Even though I hadn’t done it in years. They remember such strange things from so long ago.Wrote over 2000 words in my novel. I hit the ‘glow” I felt it starting to make sense. glad I deleted half of what I’d written. I may have to delete another 50 pages. Is

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-64493821335348046332008-06-25T10:36:00.000-04:002008-07-05T12:12:38.728-04:00

Sesame Street. G is fascinated with Elmo’s Alphabet Race Game. Both G and Ivy are dancing to the Vegetable Song. It is interactive play today.Blueberries and hotdogs for lunch.Fixing my camera. It wasn’t really broken but the screws had come out and it was only a matter of time. Had a found pair of sunglasses that I scavenged for tiny screws. It worked!When my uncle’s computer came back on

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-14637138861968053382008-06-24T10:31:00.000-04:002008-07-05T12:15:49.095-04:00

G peed in the potty. At first, he peed around the potty and only accidentally got some in, but he received huzzahs and applause and his own song and much dancing and a piece of chocolate. Then, he peed in the potty again, this time in purpose. Repeat rejoicing.Cuddle play with IvyIvy amazes me with her verbal ability. Her vocabulary is tremendous, even beginning to say sentences and she’s not

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-31145186218434403372008-06-23T23:23:00.002-04:002008-07-05T12:31:39.843-04:00

The word “tool.” It’s a good word. And I mean, as in “he’s a tool,” not the handy type. It’s funny.Stella Artois. Just because.Helping people. I like that people can be inspired by things I say and go on to live a better life.Having brainstorms and finding the perfect thing to write in the moment.The kids helping me with putting the laundry in the washing machine.See more progress on: list

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-49068540725742837892008-06-22T20:29:00.002-04:002008-07-05T12:43:38.798-04:00

Sausage, corn, french fries for dinner. Cherries for dessert.The kids got lollipops. They don’t get them often, in fact, Ivy looked at hers like it was a suspicious creature on the end of a stick. But then she took a lick. I believe the response was mmlmmlmmlmm, the thing she licks her lips and says mmm at the same time. And then there was sticky lollipop everywhere.Got out of work early and

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Beautiful rain this morning. Soft and gentle, but heavy. G and I watched it out the window. “Yay, yay,” he said. “Rain.”Ivy, so serious when I told her to get a toy to go to grandma’s and grandpas. She looked at me, nodded, and then strutted off around the corner into the play room to look for a toy. She picked two soft rings, exactly like the two rings that G had.Discovering that the soft

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-89790911609029520082008-06-20T10:49:00.002-04:002008-07-05T12:42:28.210-04:00

Made it through the torture that was the singer who was auditioning at the Sunset Grill tonight. It was so bad it was funny. My eyes were crossing. It put me in a strange mood.Seeing the kids when my mom and step dad came to pick me up. They were sitting in the back smiling to see me.G discovered mummies tonight. He saw a Reading Rainbow episode about Egyptian mummies, and just absorbed it

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-39576543454844860412008-06-19T14:22:00.001-04:002008-06-19T14:22:40.227-04:00

I deleted half of the second draft of my novel. Half. And I know it was the right thing to do because it felt good and it fueled my inspiration. Now I can make sense of the structure.See more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-75062782099476195202008-06-19T13:26:00.002-04:002008-06-19T14:52:18.884-04:00

Writing in my journal last night before bed, and having the epiphany that everything I have been working on in my life for the last twenty years is starting to come to fruition, and part of it is because of the struggle and the questions and the detours and the tiny tiny babysteps that never seem to get me anywhere. It is happening, and it is not luck, it is persistence and hard work and passion

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-67873785706890802242008-06-17T14:56:00.002-04:002008-06-19T14:43:42.591-04:00

Playing with Ivy and the magic crayola finger paints. She just wants to dig in the paint goo, but together, we painted something that I actually like. I made circles, and she had fun with the rest.The kids’ first(ish) encounter with peaches. Mmmlmmmlmmm (that’s how Ivy says yum. She sticks her tongue out and in, half way between licking her lips and saying mmm.)Dressing up a little just

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-63842291820604078102008-06-16T15:00:00.003-04:002008-06-19T14:31:53.281-04:00

Blueberries. Back in season. I should have gotten two pints, upon reflection.Connecting with old friends and starting a new project… hopefully it takes off rather than fizzling.Buying small treats for myself at the grocery store, because the whole reason that S went back to NY to work was so that we wouldn’t be so strapped and could put away some savings. So why can’t I get that magazine????

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-91422655943931382332008-06-14T22:59:00.001-04:002008-06-14T22:59:08.411-04:00

Had nice onion rings after work. With tiger sauce, which is a kind of spicy horseradish sauce.Walking to the car after work, the night was falling, there was a cool breeze from the storm that did not develop, the singer was playing a riff on her acoustic guitar, work was done for the day.I went out to check on the developing storm. The cloud was tall and high. Lightning flashed inside of it.

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-49026960780918050182008-06-14T22:44:00.002-04:002008-06-16T15:09:59.017-04:00

Holding my arms out to Ivy and having her come running into them, practically crashing into me, to get a hug. :)Talking to my uncle and finding out that my grandfather’s relationship with his girlfriend (after my grandmother had died) was actually a continuation of a relationship, and she had been his High School sweetheart in Pittsburg. That was pretty cool.Getting to the Tarjay and finding

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-56722519256218556422008-06-13T15:13:00.002-04:002008-06-16T15:28:00.449-04:00

Had some steamed shrimp with G at bedtime way past bedtime when Grandma and Grandpa came to pick me up from work with the kids in tow. I finished him off with an oreo and he finally decided he could sleep.That’s what happens when grandma serves favorites like beans and roast pork all mixed together with yucky rice. Little boy gets hungry hungry and can’t go to sleep and needs to eat all mama’s

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-43507026686899792232008-06-11T20:54:00.002-04:002008-06-16T15:32:12.927-04:00

I’m watching So You Think You Can Dance right now. I’m writing this during the commercial break. So it could take a good long while to finish up.Pancake and eggs for dinner. I didn’t get enough sleep last night, so knew my temper was kind of fragile, I went low maintenance, high approval rating.The kids had their milk out in the garden, running around and getting dirty.During nap I got a

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-71912144000524830572008-06-10T20:42:00.002-04:002008-06-16T15:35:32.701-04:00

So I was looking at sitemeter for my blog and someone found me by googling my name, so I looked at their results to see what there was about me, and I found the site “Rate My Teacher.” Now, I haven’t taught in five years, but I decided to check it out, and this is what I found…set for a date long after I had stopped teaching: SHE IS THE ONE TEACHER I WILL FOREVER REMEMBER FOR INSPIRING ME TO

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-53081014017075203322008-06-10T09:50:00.002-04:002008-06-16T15:58:38.481-04:00

I started to paint some pages in my journal. I only got as far as one spread, because the paint was wet. So I thought I’d try to dry it off somehow, and closed the page and rubbed it together a little, and when I opened it up, it looked like a moth. Cool. I wonder what I will write/draw on that page. I think it would look good with a sort of metallic goldish hue, because the paint was a pale

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-79419453218393604112008-06-08T21:21:00.002-04:002008-06-16T16:09:31.851-04:00

Today we went to the beach with grandma. That would be the Gulf of Mexico, folks. This place has its drawbacks, but the beach is not one of them. So nice. White sand. Warm, gentle water. Sea shells.It was Ivy’s first time to the ocean and G’s second. They both were a little nervous when they first got into the water, but then they warmed up to it.When we got home, and after the nap, there

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-66876413273303410092008-06-07T20:39:00.002-04:002008-06-16T17:05:00.710-04:00

Bedtime hugs and kisses, climbing into G’s bed w both of them and reading stories, then bedtime, bedtime. Put them down, kiss, “I love you” and then close the door. Shhh. No sounds. Tip toe down stairs. Shhh.I got myself a new coffee mug. Oh, my indulgences. 4.50. It’s so cute. Nothing fancy, just green glazed pottery with some graphic lines. Good size. Good heft. I can’t wait to have

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-16118043346507560042008-06-07T10:40:00.002-04:002008-06-16T17:08:20.259-04:00

I watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show with my uncle last night. With his projection screen, I thought I should have the watergun, umbrella, popcorn, noisemakers, toilet paper, etc that go along with the experience. Instead, we just had spaghetti and red wine and watched the thing. I think I must have been drunk or something the other times I’ve seen it, because I hardly remembered the movie

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-19667772771911349162008-06-05T17:08:00.000-04:002008-06-16T17:15:59.908-04:00

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So You Think You Can Dance was on tonight and I got to see the auditions… WITH brownie batter on spoon.Our first night without Papa, and I managed dinner, bathtime, changing time, milk time, story time and bedtime with no problems. It’s been a while since I’ve done bedtime by myself. It’s almost a little easier with out two grown ups. Well, making dinner sucked, but once everyone got fed, it

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-69381364429828309412008-06-03T22:59:00.001-04:002008-06-03T22:59:54.129-04:00

We went out with the grands to have dinner at Bif Burger, a good ole burger joint.There was a guy playing guitar, and the kids got up and started dancing. They went over to the dance floor and danced up a storm. Danced together, danced with grandma and grandpa, danced with mama and papa, just danced.G also got to play the tambourine for a song. He didn’t quite get the beat or the way the thing

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-50933610794654483382008-06-03T00:39:00.001-04:002008-06-03T00:39:12.538-04:00

“You are the music while the music lasts.” T.S. Eliot“Yes is a world& in this world ofyes live(skilfully curled)all world.” e.e. cummings“Mama!” G The Monkey ManSee more progress on: list three things every day that made me happy

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-15676814782129198102008-06-02T10:33:00.001-04:002008-06-02T10:33:43.915-04:00

Bedtime stories, both kids in G’s bed with me, mostly cuddling, only a little squirming, and Papa reading stories to them.Playing monster with G. I would growl and roll toward him on the office chair and he would scream and laugh and run away, saying “scared!”Brought home some chicken wings for a fun dinner. Ordered mild, but got some hot sauce for the grown ups to dippity dip.My mom picked me

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-1142439765152970542008-05-31T22:17:00.001-04:002008-05-31T22:17:38.516-04:00

Went out with my future sister in law, one of her bridesmaids, and my mom to her bridal gown fitting. It was very nice. Girl things. Not mom things.We also had lunch, and I had a HUGE margarita. Heehee.I went to the bookstore and got a new journal. It’s the little things, really. And the margaritas.The kids were happy to see me after I was out doing girl things.See more progress on: list

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-82489356677725864982008-05-31T11:10:00.001-04:002008-05-31T11:10:32.979-04:00

Stopping after work at a pub with S. We had beer and jalapeno poppers which were yummy (even though I had an allergic reaction, probably to they type of oil they used to fry them.)My boss sent me home, even though there were a dozen people hanging out with empty beer glasses an hour after closing. They were jamming on guitars with the woman who sang that night.It was nice to have someone

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-19717000883211366932008-05-28T22:29:00.000-04:002008-05-28T22:30:00.068-04:00

Watching a special Wednesday version of So You Think You Can Dance. I just wish they wouldn’t waste our time on all the bad dancers when there are so many good ones to see.Irrepressible G. Laughing. Running. Licking. Swordfighting. Milk Drinking. Yelling. Chasing. Dancing. Singing.Good natured Ivy. She does whatever G does. Strutting around, exploring, enjoying, kissing, playing.S and

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Ivy’s purple pants.Ivy ran off into the other room, and I was trying to get her to come back to play with us, and I started singing a little “Come Back Ivy” song to the tune of “Goodnight Ladies.” G came running out and started dancing around for her, trying to get her to come back. He was marching around the room, so I started marching too, marching and singing, and we marched and sang so she

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-48476593083776906022008-05-27T14:45:00.001-04:002008-05-27T14:45:54.228-04:00

It was actually busy (sort of) at work, and I got to be productive and do my job and even make a little money.Oh, and it’s not noble, but I was right when I told my boss that I wouldn’t need to be at work TWO HOURS EARLY. I finished set up somewhere between a half and hour and 45 minutes after getting there. I didn’t gloat, of course, I simply brought it up to the manager, and she totally

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-70813443550818508202008-05-25T12:44:00.001-04:002008-05-25T12:44:47.327-04:00

Sat with Uncle and S drinking wine and talking. One of the topics we talked about was 9/11. S and I were both there. Not “there” there, but close. We could see the towers. We both saw or heard the second plane flying. We both were there for the aftermath. We didn’t know each other then, but it is an experience that bonds people. Yesterday, we told Uncle some of our experiences. They aren

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-69515701149186324272008-05-23T23:45:00.001-04:002008-05-23T23:45:24.025-04:00

I worked last night and this morning, so my mom dvrd So You Think You Can Dance and we all went over there after I got out of work and watched it, hung out, drank margaritas (well the grown ups) and played (the kids)Ivy is getting much more comfortable with Grandma and Grandpa. More independent. She likes to play and run around and ask for cookies.G enjoyed the dancing, too. So did Ivy. When

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-80398486429284492082008-05-22T23:52:00.001-04:002008-05-22T23:52:53.422-04:00

Getting off work. That made me happy. It wasn’t bad, just when you’re working and on your feet, it’s nice to stop.My last customer was the Cookie Man, the guy famous for bringing, you guessed it, cookies to the staff at the Sunset Grill. I had oatmeal and cranberry cookies. YumSinging as I work. I always used to do that. I like it.Spending some time with just Ivy, while G kept napping. When

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-1656424373459548012008-05-21T21:39:00.001-04:002008-05-21T21:39:34.871-04:00

G caught a lizard today! He was looking at it sitting on the bromeliad, pointed it out to me and then all of a sudden, his hand darts out and BOOM! He’s holding it. It surprised him so much that he dropped it and it raced off into the bushes. I think it scared him a little, but it also made him even more interested in lizards. S and Uncle were both proud of him, too, and amazed that he was

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-46974214448838213892008-05-20T22:27:00.001-04:002008-05-20T22:27:24.823-04:00

Uncle ordered pizza when he got home, which was good, because due to a grocery shopping mishap, the kids had all the leftovers and the grown ups were too tired to cook once they had gone to bed.Cut off jeans! Haven’t worn them in years, but I just chopped off the legs of my least favorite pair of jeans and am quite pleased.Reading books to the kids at bedtime, we all lay in G’s little bed and

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-27530291029059073792008-05-19T23:31:00.001-04:002008-05-19T23:31:25.053-04:00

Getting out of work early and stopping by the pub on the way home with S. Having a beer and chatting. Don’t think we’ve done that without kids in three years.Dead slow day at work today. This is the painful business of working at a restaurant that has just opened… even if the place has been in business for forty years. But the good part about this is that when it was so empty customers must

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-54632638296200704482008-05-18T22:56:00.001-04:002008-05-18T22:56:31.164-04:00

Lazy day with nothing scheduled to do. Had some coffee and did the crossword, and did better than I normally do.G is getting better everyday at speaking. He was a little slow with expressive language, but it doesn’t seem to be a problem any more.A quick rainstorm. I love a rainstorm. It cooled everything off nicely, and the plants were happy.Uncle worked on the garden yesterday, moving the

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-29046548607775950662008-05-16T20:32:00.001-04:002008-05-16T20:32:20.802-04:00

Reading a book about Counting Kisses to the little guys, and giving, receiving and witnessing many multiples of kisses. Toes, eyes, noses, belly buttons… just flurries of kisses. Many giggles, too.The kiddie pool. We went all the way and filled it up and let them play. It’s a lot of work to get it ready and clean it up. Next time we’ll start it in the morning and let the play continue all

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-66593160800475623132008-05-15T20:24:00.001-04:002008-05-15T20:24:04.976-04:00

G seems really happy now. He’s often laughing and or smiling with a huge grin. He’s talking up a storm, even if we can’t always understand. He’s deep into imaginative play, making up stories that have something to do with good guys and bad guys. He gave his sister chicken. Good things for him.Ivy is just growing up so fast. She struts when she walks. She loves to eat. She now can both nod

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-56919622879319542802008-05-14T23:03:00.001-04:002008-05-14T23:03:26.548-04:00

Ivy at bed, found an old sandal of G’s and had me put it on her one foot (only one) and went stomping around the room, trying it out. Stomp, step, Stomp, step, Stomp, step. She is such a girl and so enamored of shoes, hats, bags. Oh yeah, she also stole my cowboy hat and put it on her head herself and ran around the house in it this morning.S cooked dinner tonight. Pasta with sausage and

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-67894518550202779022008-05-13T20:09:00.001-04:002008-05-13T20:09:18.081-04:00

A nice glass of wine after the kid’s bedtime. Well, it’s not a fancy glass, but it tastes just fine to me.Early bedtime for the kids. I don’t know why they were so tired, but they were.Lots of cuddling, with both kids at the same time. Maybe it’s connected to the early bedtime.Meeting some neighbors with a couple of kids just a few months ahead of G and Ivy. Nice guy, cute kids.G and his

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Finding out that my blog has been linked to by someone I don’t even know and that someone has also marked me on del.icios.us and I think that’s cool. And people are reading me all over the world! India, Australia, Spain, Yugoslavia, Canada, Italy, Costa Rica, Germany and of course the US. It’s so amazing to think that. And at least one person found me by googling some topic, and THEN CAME

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Dancing with my two children, holding onto their hands and singing, dancing around in a circle.Yummy brunch that papa made.Finding some new blogs that will help me with the kids. It’s all about creative parenting and activities for toddlers and art. I have often felt at a loss with what to do with the very little ones. If they were school age, I could do plenty, but I don’t even really know

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-81881074874874327602008-05-11T00:36:00.001-04:002008-05-11T00:36:12.221-04:00

Finally making money, instead of only spending it.Finding out that the working thing comes right back, and I’m still good at it.Talking to one of the other waitresses and finding out that she’s an artist and a writer, and many other things similar to me. And that all explained why I liked her right off, before I even knew anything about her.And maybe it sounds like evil mama, but it made me

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-12498493157992386912008-05-10T15:12:00.001-04:002008-05-10T15:12:03.989-04:00

Pouring over my recently installed statcounter on my blog and finding that I have readers all over the world. The continental US and Hawaii, Costa Rica, Mexico, Italy, Spain, Great Britain, Germany, Japan, Mumbai! Wow. Those can’t all be family.Pollywog check. They are beginning to climb out of the pond like some sort of instant evolutionary path. Now they look more like frogs than

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Bedtime is going back to being fun and not an ordeal. Still a small struggle, but much better. They both get into bed with their various toys for the night and blankies and bobos and books to “read” to themselves. The boy, at least, does not really go to sleep right away, and often is up for quite some time, but I think he’s developing some strategies to deal with his wakefulness, especially

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-19081399027842152992008-05-08T20:26:00.001-04:002008-05-08T20:26:19.408-04:00

Here come the sitcoms! Yay until the summer hiatus, anyway.I trained at the new restaurant and it looks like it will work out. It’s casual and laid back, and I think I can get some decent part time schedules, and I am probably the most experienced of the new hires, so if someone goes, it won’t be me. I saw that I could totally handle the job. It’s an old restaurant that has new owners and is

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-41523677590691114242008-05-07T22:11:00.001-04:002008-05-07T22:11:57.553-04:00

ANTM. Almost to the end. We’re down to three “pretty girls standing here before me.” I was too full for my brownie batter tradition, so I had a couple small pieces of chocolate and was good with that.Dinner at Biff Burger with Grandma and Grandpa Rick. Kids had lots of fun. There were tater tots and motorcycles, and a new toy, and of course grandma. Happy for grownups, too, because we got

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-60215859430387893542008-05-06T18:58:00.001-04:002008-05-06T18:58:05.751-04:00

Tacos for dinner. G said, “Man! This is good!” which was really nice, because his verbal ability has been kind of spotty. He’s been talking a lot more since we came down to Florida. I don’t know if it was the change, or he was just ready to start talking. Of course, he didn’t eat the tacos straight up. He basically had tortilla chips dipped in mild salsa and topped with taco meat. No

Rowenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07146077261663557342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6336014.post-16112190172294356152008-05-05T18:37:00.001-04:002008-05-05T18:37:55.519-04:00

Went out with my stepfather to troll the restaurants in the neighborhood filling out applications. It doesn’t sound romantic…well, I take it back. It does sound a little romantic to me. Waiting tables part time while staying at home the rest of the time with my kids. I had a lot of fun waiting tables in my 20s. It wasn’t all fun, but a lot was. Had a good lead, in fact the guy says he’ll

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I went through the last month’s photos on my computer and deleted probably hundred of photos. I feel good about this because I have so many photos in there that I have no more space on my computer. And also because I have so many photos it is too overwhelming to do anything with them. I’m going to take it as a creative, editorial endeavor. I am hoping that from now on, I will save fewer, but

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Ivy, who is not really that enthralled with books and/or reading, not only laughed and turned the pages of Brown Bear, Brown Bear by Eric Carle, but also asked for another go round.At the end of dinner, G was feeding Ivy the leftover beans that he found on every one’s plates. They both like beans, neither really like rice. It was cute to see him giving her the yummy beans, and it made both of

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