Wednesday, October 05, 2011

sure to make you smile

I opened up my Google Reader, blew off the dust, and found some lovely posts to share with you.

Take a look:
Who's that girl?, by Amanda Magee
{she grew up in Eugene. i secretly hope it's in the water, this amazing strength & talent. i'd love to grow my girl up to be just like Amanda.}
Fall Drive, by SusieJ
{oh the fall foliage out east of my little corner of the world...thank you for posting this picture, Susie.}
Mighty Summit: visiting my earnest mood on you, Maggie Mason
{ah, she's famous among dozens, and i know why. i love the way she looks at the world.}
quoth the swapper, nevermore, by Sasha Libby
{the craft store is calling my name. i need ravens and poe, stat. i would love to play at her house.}
old girls gone wild, by Sam Persinger
{one of my best friends in this here real life. this old girl wishes she'd been along for the night out.}

Why have I been away for so long? I am inspired, encouraged, excited. Thank you, ladies.

Monday, October 03, 2011

 So it's about time I address the whole 'Hey, we know you're a slacker and all, and stopped posting regularly eons ago, but now your site is poof! gone' thing. It was nothing personal. It was a creepy stalker thing.

Picture one of those days when you are running errands and your kids are bickering and you feel sour & bitter which is not at all helped by the fact you are wearing yoga pants with Dankos for pete's sake, except you don't feel like saying pete at all but something foul while your nikes dry after a particularly soggy track meet the night before. I'm sure you've never had one of those days, lovely internet, but I was cranky and out of sorts and by the time I arrived at Trader Joe's, I was actively chiding myself to stop acting crazy for it was Friday after all, and I could go home and relax after I grabbed some groceries.

Long story short, a man began to follow me around TJs as I shopped, as I flirted with babies, as I talked up the cashier because of my undying affection for their staff. Yes, I noticed. Yes, I even thought once that it was weird that he didn't have a basket or cart or manners. But I thought I must remind him of his aunt Gretel or his older sister's best friend from Valencia, or something when I noticed he was pretty much within feet of me the whole time, watching me. Of course, when he came up behind me while I loaded my car full of groceries, and was filming, um, my posterior I was fairly certain he didn't think he knew me at all or maybe that's what they do in his family and ew. This scary encounter started with me shrieking at him in a very busy parking lot, and kicked off a month including a call to 911, the swift purchase of pepper spray, whistles, scared, sleepless children and a habit of texting my whereabouts to my husband at all times. (And once, to all my contacts, accidentally announcing my arrival to a job interview. Fun times.)

It passed. We relaxed. He has gone back into the woodwork, and I am back online. Something tells me the images of me yelling at a strange and creepy man in a parking lot are posted online - Frumpy Mothers of T.Joe's anyone? - or some far sicker site.

But with my sense of well-being intact again, it should be noted Creepy People, that I am not quite the same. I still flirt with babies when I'm out & about, but with pepper spray & a camera at my ready. (Fair's fair.)

And I can run damn fast. Even in my clogs..

Thursday, September 29, 2011

everyday I'm shuffling

I woke up shortly after the last bartender in town locked up, long before dawn. When I should have been still konked out with my blankey. But I heard my husband rustling around in the dark, headed for what is bound to be another long end of quarter sorta day.

He is a good man.

Me? The jury's still out, but I've faced down one nemesis this morning - the incredible, edible egg! Ha!* - and I have pumpkin muffins in the oven for the ones that used to be wee, back when I started blogging and I wrote about them a little too much. But they still like me.

They are good children.

I woke up thinking about this post and how I've been writing it in my head since Monday. The wind was picking up that afternoon, kicking a few leaves around my feet as I walked to the bus stop to meet my son. I read Zazen as I walked, splashing Earl Grey onto my dance pants until I came to the end of the road where I may or may not have practiced the tree pose for next week's class. (I totally did.) I had to laugh at myself, behaving like a run-of-the mill loony on Suburban street, but my days are like that right now. I am moving, racing, loving every minute.

I live a good life.

But I might need a nap.

*Um, I see you people eating your eggs, all tralala, feeling offended on their behalf. The eggs started it. I blame them. My epi-pen has my back.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Happy birthday, Caden

Caden & Zack at the meet
Originally uploaded by mama.milton.

How'd you get so big? The baby in the family is 6 today. We love you buddy.

OX, Aunt Sissy and co.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

well, hello there

stampede by mama.milton
stampede, a photo by mama.milton on Flickr.

Mama Who? Yes, I've been away for some time, and for good reason. (See how I hint there is more to come? Mwahaha.)

It's good to be back. What have you been up to, dear lovely reader(s)?

Friday, February 18, 2011

for the love: waking up to bumble & bumble

You know you are housing a (soon-to-be) teenager when the sweet smell of hair product wafts down the hall and competes with my morning coffee for aroma du jour.
Some things don't change, but I propose they do improve.

Our poor mothers.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

for the love: little liberty

Take a couple of hula-hoops...

Add some dreads,
And a statue of liberty costume and what do you get, rain or shine?

The happiest hula-hooping hippie-esque Liberty Tax employee, that's what. She's out there for hours, waving and hooping and generally making my day when I pass by.

What made you smile this week?