Category Archives: Children

Egg on My Face



I was reading the egg-cyclopedia for an un-egg-spected egg-sam when an egg-cellent and egg-stravagant thing happened.  An egg-splosion of egg-normous proportions occurred so I used it as an egg-scuse to egg-splore.  I was preparing for an egg-sotic eggs-hibition on the egg-loo while performing an egg-speriment on the egg-spansion of egg-sercise.  I wanted to egg-spand my egg-straordinary and egg-stensive egg-splanation when I thought of an egg-sample.  Nothing is too egg-streme of an egg-splanation.  Remember it’s important to egg-ercise your brain and go to egg-stensive lengths to egg-spress yourself in egg-stremely egg-citing ways.  Always be egg-sact and egg-spand on egg-samples so people get egg-cited about your topic.  That way they will be sad when you egg-sit and think you’re an egg-spert on everything.  Being egg-spressive with your egg-splanation is egg-istential to being an egg-sperienced person.  It’s egg-silarating.  There will be an egg-samination later so pay egg-stra attention.  If you egg-sist for an egg-ceptional eggs-change you will feel egg-uberant and will therefore egg-sist for a purpose.

Happy Easter!


10 Things I learned in 2012


Here are a few things I learned in 2012.  There, is, of course, more, but I don’t want to bore you:

  1. Control Top pantyhose sucked when I was 20 and they suck now.
  2. Christmas is not as fun as an adult.
  3. Some levels in Angry Birds are unattainable.
  4. You can get stuck in a Spanx.  (in a fitting room it is very scary)
  5. Tim Tebow is under-appreciated.
  6. Having two, male Boston terriers is a bad idea.
  7. It’s not a good idea to do anything after taking an Ambien. (some of the toys your children received for Christmas can be fun to play with after you take it, but try not to)
  8. Guns and Roses rock!  No question.
  9. You never know someone’s circumstances.  Consider that in 2013 when you see misbehaved children or someone tailgating.  Be easy on yourself and others.
  10. No matter how “cookie cutter” people seem they are all different and all have problems – even if they seem or look like they don’t.

Happy New Year!


Christmas angst!


Christmas lights – why did I think I needed so many?

extension cords – why can’t I use them and hide the cords effectively?

clueless people – why can’t I tolerate them?

holiday when people with no taste choose to decorate – ditto

holiday inflatables – ditto

pocket knife – what I’d like to do to the inflatables

rose-colored glasses – what everyone’s wearing this season

glass half full – filled to the rim!

men – need I say more?

Fall Asleep in His Arms


As I lay awake

With my head on the pillow

I recount the day and think

about people I know and

have known.  I think about

my many blessings and

how time seals the gap

how it heals the hole

in your middle.

Feeling helpless is a result

of loving so much – the fear

of losing so much.

Pray instead.  Fall asleep in His arms.

As I said in a prior post, thoughts have been swirling around me and the people appear to be acrobats dangling by a thread.  Maybe it’s just me getting older and worrying more about things, but every day brings a new challenge and something else to pray about.  I don’t think there’s been a night this week I haven’t gone to bed “in God‘s arms.”  Falling asleep praying is something I used to feel guilty about, but have since realized we are just tucked safely in His arms.  I wish I could tuck each and every person I’ve heard about over the past several weeks safely in God’s arms, but it is not to be.  Prayer will have to do.

It seems as though terrible tragedies like the storm on the East coast and other people near and far I have encountered seem to be living with serious health problems. I wish I could reach out to each and every person and give just an ounce of encouragement.  I must sit back, as we all do, and leave it to God.  It’s difficult to send your children to school in a world of such uncertainty.  Nothing is certain though is it?

My Best Friend


My Best Friend

Grandpa, you’ll be my friend ’til the end.

I hear your name on the wind.

Grandpa, I love you now and I loved you then

I wish things could have been . . .

People used to criticize and scold you.

All I ever wanted to do was hold onto you.

I always felt I could understand you

and even if I couldn’t, I didn’t judge you.

I felt you deserved whatever you wanted.

Even if I did not agree.  It was not me.

I wish you were still here.

I’d tell you I love you more.

If not – what is love really for?

I need to talk to you.

I need to smell your aftershave

when I kiss you goodbye.

That smell is a lullaby.

You taught me how to ride my bike.

We never even had a fight.

You were always there for me.

You tried to teach me right from wrong

and sometimes even a little song.

Is it wrong to feel so sad?

I wouldn’t want you to be mad.

It’s just that when I think of you I well up inside

and feel like I want to hide.

Why aren’t you here when I need you most.

When you’re gone I feel so lost.

It’s official! I’m a nut!


Why would a seemingly sane middle aged woman who has plenty to do agree to be an assistant soccer coach of 4 and 5 years olds?  Do I have some kind of death wish?  I don’t have patience.  This is a Christian league so it’s not competitive and the goal is not about winning but how you play the game.  I always thought I was a good sport and a Christian who would have no problem with the non-competitive nature of this league.  I now find I am not a very good sport and may need some works, work in the Christian department.  Little slip of the tongue there.

We’ve only had two practices and one game and I’m already looking at the date of the last game and, I might add, doing a lot of praying.  My daughter is having fun (at the moment) and I’m trying to teach her how to be a part of a team.  It seems I don’t have to teach her this lesson; I need to learn it myself.  There is no “out” here.  I can’t quit or come up with some excuse.  I’m in this until October folks.  Please pray for me.  I need all the prayers I can get.

Do you know you can’t say “Oh man!” and “Are you kidding me?” in a Christian soccer league or even with 4 and 5 year olds?  I know it’s a good idea and what the sport should be about at this level, but it’s difficult to restrain myself.  I may end up learning the most in this experiment.  What do you think?  Any similar experiences?

Why Kindergarten scares me


My child is beginning Kindergarten.  I was not a child who easily adjusted to Kindergarten for whatever reason.  I don’t know why I cried most every day but I did and now I’m afraid my sensitive child will cry too.  Who will encourage her when I’m not there.  Who will nudge her out of her comfort zone to try new things.  Wow!  I seem really controlling.  I need to chill.  I’m not really afraid she’s going to throw a fit like I did, because she doesn’t usually do that, but nonetheless my stomach is in knots.  In short, Kindergarten scares me.  It scares me because:

  1. Children can be mean.
  2. My child can be mean.
  3. I don’t want to lose control over her time.
  4. I won’t know exactly what she’s doing.
  5. What if she doesn’t like it?  Day is too long?
  6. We will miss each other.
  7. What if she’s scared and I’m not there to console her?
  8. Getting up early is difficult.
  9. What if she doesn’t find friends?
  10. I’m just sad

and so on and so forth.  This is also all day Kindergarten.  The days are long and we’ve never been away from one another like this before.  I guess I make us sound spoiled.  I have been fortunate to be able to stay at home with her since she was born and my life has literally revolved around her.  Now what?  Believe me I am very, very appreciative of the time I have had and it has been invaluable.  I am also very thankful to have been able to see all of the milestones I may have missed otherwise.  How do I rid myself of this angst?  How can I turn this into a positive experience for both of us.  All indications are she will be a very successful Kindergartner.  She does like being home though.  I’m torn, but it’s going to happen.  I can’t control it.  There’s the control thing again.  Aaaarrrggg!

Sites to See Potpourri


Some cool things I have found on my travels . . .

Miniature Artists Books – I love miniatures and books

Elephant with books

Elephant with books

Making paper with seeds – good Spring gift

Yoga sleep pose – from the Yoga Journal

Stereomode site – for whatever mood ails you

Tile Coaster DIY from The Cottage Home

The 99% – not the 1%, but the 99%

feel more better – If you want to feel better go here

the jealous curator – speaks for itself

Lists of Note – lists from all walks of life

Let me know what your favorite “go to” site is right now!

just yesterday


Just yesterday

She was two

Oh how the time flies

I remember the birthday,

the fireworks, the beach

and the butterflies

Next was three and it’s

like a blur

and four came but

was overpowered with

Dora the Explorer.

Now we’re at five and

she’s getting away.  Fleeting

moments I wish would all

stay.  I know it’s normal

but I don’t want to go with

the flow.  Sometimes

I just want that little

baby who cried all

night and realize

it’s a fight I’ll never win.

Gotta let her go to Kindergarten

and walk up the stairs with that

backpack – so grown up.

I know I’m lamenting and

I’m really tired of the sassies

and things she says as she

passes.  Why is it so hard

to let go of time, when it’s

all that’s been on my mind


Emerald Ash Borer and Pottery Barn


I have been educated in the last several days.  I had heard of the Emerald Ash Borer before, but did not realize we had Ash trees (I know.  Who doesn’t know what kind of trees are in their back yard?) and I certainly didn’t know the Ash trees in our area are being and need to be inoculated.  Yes, shots are being given to trees.  I am all for taking care of nature, but I had no idea trees could and should be inoculated against particular larvae.  Gross.  Do you have any idea how much it is to inoculate against the emerald ash borer?  Let me just say it’s not cheap.  Any arborists out there who want to weigh in on this?

See emerald ash borer and emerald ash borer Kentucky

Pottery Barn kids is on my sh*t list right now.  My daughter is starting Kindergarten on August 15th.  I have ordered a backpack and a lunch bag for my daughter that is special and monogrammed with her name on them.  The original order was made one month before school was to start on July 14, 2012.  On July 20, 2012 I received a backpack and lunch bag with the name Lucy Grac on them.  Yes, really, Lucy Grac.  I was livid because I went through half an hour of a “paper order” since the name was so long.  When I chatted with Ron on a live chat on the Pottery Barn Kids web site I was assured a new backpack and lunch bag were ordered.  I followed directions and sent back the Lucy Grac merchandise.  Two days after Ron told me our correct backpack and lunch bag were to arrive, I did live chat again with Charlotte this time.  When I gave my order number she told me the order I placed with Ron was cancelled by the supplier due to the name being too long.  She also told me the first “paper” order I made was done incorrectly.  Charlotte began chatting about the unknown “A-batch” special order.  I was about to ask for my money back, but my stubbornness took over and I gave Charlotte another try.  If I don’t have my backpack and lunch bag by next Thursday I am getting my credit and moving on.  Am I crazy?