One Crazy Summer

Jonesing to what this again..

Gotta love that voice! 

the cute cartoon imagination 

I used to do my hair that way! 

No one plays a better romantic better than John and his crazed brain! 

And who doesn't like a movie where the under dog wins!

Things left undone

It's been ages since I've finished a book, came to a conclusion, or sat back and admired a project tied in neat bow. In my happiest times I've had breathing room to dedicate finishing things. But I'm learning and trying to accept that so many aspects of this life are connected to others, and things that I cannot control. It drives me bat shit crazy sometimes, but other times life's surprises make me smile.
I guess I need to accept the things I cannot bring to completion, and still find a balance in my need to see it's end vs see it's evolution. Life is beautiful either way. Just don't stall on me.. that REALLY drives me BAT SHIT CRAZY!

Fragile body, big heart and soul

Nothing like viewing your life insurance policy and a trip to the ER to realize your mortality. Life is short, live it to the fullest!

A front porch swing is meant for two! 

Watching - SOA

That true freedom requires sacrifice and pain. Most human beings only think they want freedom. In truth they yearn for the bondage of social order, rigid laws, materialism. The only freedom man really wants, is the freedom to become comfortable.

Sam - "Can you give me a dream?" - Because we said so!

Sam got in trouble tonight, again. Dane brought him to bed before he was ready and he was having a fit! Flailing about saying he was still hungry and wanted to eat cereal. I said fine, but no TV while you eat. His tantrum intensified, saying things like.

"Life isn't fair!"

"You're the meanest Mommy ever!"

"I don't love you anymore!"

"I want to go live with GaGa!"

I tried to settle him down with the promise of a back rub and then with threats of grounding off all electronics (he loves YouTube, any show that blows things up). After this amount of time, my other children would have passed out from crying, but he was still pissed. I had to come up with something else to calm this child of mine. So I began to explain that we all have rules for a reason.

"Do you think Emma would understand that cars could squish her like a bug..that is why we have a rule to hold our hands while we walk to the car", I said.

Here's where I had fun changing things up a bit.

"Do you know what happens to little boys who eat food past..."  Looked at the time, "Eek, oh no, do you have any idea what time it is?"

At this point, Sam got interested in my obvious ploy to get him in a better mood for bed. I bit my knuckles.

"10 oh 3! That's 3 minutes past the guarding cereal aliens!" "Oh no I've said too much, you must go to sleep, they'll be here any second to check if you're asleep!"

We had fun with this for a bit... then I told him I'd write this story. Yes, I type pretty fast and the tapping of the keys sent him into dreamland where I'm sure he'll dream of alien abductions and cereal spoons.