Sometimes I see things on the mountain...
Most of these things are not happy ones. However, on occasion I see things that remind me what I like up there and work doesn't seem so grim.
Friday, November 23, 2007
On the mountain
Sometimes I see things on the mountain...
Most of these things are not happy ones. However, on occasion I see things that remind me what I like up there and work doesn't seem so grim.
Thanksgiving
The Plump Otters went to Carlsbad to have dinner with G-ma Carol and G-Pa Arnie.
Much fun was had!!!!!!
The Rocket Scientist carving the upside down turkey.
and yes...he really is a rocket scientist
The gang
Carol and Matt
Mac (aka "Most obedient daughter")
makes crazy symbol near her father's head.
Food!!!!!
Much fun was had!!!!!!
The Rocket Scientist carving the upside down turkey.
and yes...he really is a rocket scientist
The gang
Carol and Matt
Mac (aka "Most obedient daughter")
makes crazy symbol near her father's head.
Food!!!!!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
I am Thankful for this Dancing Tree, among many other Wonderful Things!...
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone...Here's the poem we say every year before we feast, by e.e. cummings, with our family "changes".......and we are sending it out to all of YOU...with an extra helping of LOVE!
i thankyou universe for most this amazing day
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky
and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes
which is love.
Bless grandmas
and grandpas
and aunts
and uncles
and cousins
and brothers
and sisters
and mamas and papas
and babysitters
and circus people
and everyone we love...
may they be happy and healthy
and have love in their lives
and heartsight.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
still my favorite t-shirt...
...gave the bumper sticker
to some pottery students last
year! May have to spread the
love to the garden folks!
Monday, November 19, 2007
I (Mac) made a doll!!!
Today Isabel and I made dolls. Isabels doll's name is Mandy and my doll's name is Juliet!!!
Isabel and I are very proud of our dolls. We are giving them to people in our family, but we won't tell who!!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
I love this picture of us...(above)
...the "banner" at the top of this blog, that is. It was taken last year... ChristmasDay-Night...you know, when it's all over and everyone is mellow, finally. There's some family movie on...I think in this picture it was "School of Rock", and everyone is just tired enough to finally SIT, even the baby...yes, it's a great memory... yet I remember what comes the day after this picture...and it's not so calm and content...
...the next morning, after about 2 hours of straight organizing all the CRAP...there is this moment when the mini-breakdown begins...when I can't get up off the floor for fear of finding another chore that I have to do that leads to yet another ... (example: you go to put some kids new Xmas plastic JUNK away but first have to make space so you go into the garage to get one of those storage bins but first you have to wade through the Xmas garbage and boxes in front of it. So you try to do that but you need a box cutter which sends you back into the kitchen where the dryer buzzes... and on... and on...)
It seems that this is the moment I just run out of steam and enthusiasm... after weeks of shopping (I hate everything about shopping) and wrapping. Also the cooking, smiling, singing, decorating and adding more and more stuff the an already full house, an already maxed out to-do list... It's just TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the funny thing is that I love Christmas, I really do. Annoyingly so, to my husband. I love it so much that I have raised the bar way to high for the kids...cocoa nightly during the season, walks around the block before bed to look at lights, Christmas lights in their rooms for gods sake(!), gingerbread houses, and on and on...I just squeeze out every little bit of holiday goodness I can and since I am not that fond of "consuming" insanely, this is done by the giving of TIME. My Time. Well, on December 26th the good times are OVAH! It's time to hide from mama. QUICK!
Anyway, I am trying to figure out ways to avoid this horrible post-holiday feeling this year. Really the only thing that would totally eliminate the "pain" is 6 straight hours alone to do this massive clean-up by myself, with Mary Poppins booked for childcare. But since that won't happen I have decided to take another approach. I think I will leave the day after Christmas. Just leave the house altogether. Go to the beach, go to the library... somewhere... and leave it up to Matt and the kids. I am sure they would do a good enough job especially if I am not around to watch the progress and comment on the speed or the ordering of tasks. AND, after a day of rest, I am sure I would be back to normal and, yet again, able to organize the rest. Maybe.
So, its a bit early...but anyone want to go the movies the day after Christmas?
...the next morning, after about 2 hours of straight organizing all the CRAP...there is this moment when the mini-breakdown begins...when I can't get up off the floor for fear of finding another chore that I have to do that leads to yet another ... (example: you go to put some kids new Xmas plastic JUNK away but first have to make space so you go into the garage to get one of those storage bins but first you have to wade through the Xmas garbage and boxes in front of it. So you try to do that but you need a box cutter which sends you back into the kitchen where the dryer buzzes... and on... and on...)
It seems that this is the moment I just run out of steam and enthusiasm... after weeks of shopping (I hate everything about shopping) and wrapping. Also the cooking, smiling, singing, decorating and adding more and more stuff the an already full house, an already maxed out to-do list... It's just TOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And the funny thing is that I love Christmas, I really do. Annoyingly so, to my husband. I love it so much that I have raised the bar way to high for the kids...cocoa nightly during the season, walks around the block before bed to look at lights, Christmas lights in their rooms for gods sake(!), gingerbread houses, and on and on...I just squeeze out every little bit of holiday goodness I can and since I am not that fond of "consuming" insanely, this is done by the giving of TIME. My Time. Well, on December 26th the good times are OVAH! It's time to hide from mama. QUICK!
Anyway, I am trying to figure out ways to avoid this horrible post-holiday feeling this year. Really the only thing that would totally eliminate the "pain" is 6 straight hours alone to do this massive clean-up by myself, with Mary Poppins booked for childcare. But since that won't happen I have decided to take another approach. I think I will leave the day after Christmas. Just leave the house altogether. Go to the beach, go to the library... somewhere... and leave it up to Matt and the kids. I am sure they would do a good enough job especially if I am not around to watch the progress and comment on the speed or the ordering of tasks. AND, after a day of rest, I am sure I would be back to normal and, yet again, able to organize the rest. Maybe.
So, its a bit early...but anyone want to go the movies the day after Christmas?
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