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Thursday, January 28, 2010

my court

So the gym and I are giving it another go, and as a bonus, I am crazy sore.

I know. I give up my time and energy and am rewarded with pain. Go figure.

I run myself a hot bath this morning, curlers in hair and oatmeal in hand, feeling like Queen Time Manager, with a little side of Multitask - getting ready for work while assuaging all my achy parts.

A few moments alone. It's nearly an Oprah-approved "ah!" moment or "me time" or what have you, when the dogs barge in, the one with the bulldozer head making way for the one with the bionic nose.

They sit, tub side, while I try to eat my breakfast, surrounded by Bionicles, Jack Sparrow - Action Figure! - and several dinosaurs from Lexi's 2000 paleontologist phase, grateful for this messy life of mine, royalty in the rubble.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

the road to December is paved with good intentions

The prophetess Sheryl Crow speaks to me in my car. Before you meter out the measure of mockery such a silly sentence brings, hear me out.

She might be on to something when she says: It's not having what you want, it's wanting whatcha got.

It may not be said eloquently, but this embracing what we have seems to be the secret to contentment.

(I wrote 'contempt' while telling the startled dog to stop barking. That may be another post.)


Still I find myself irritable all week, loving most bits of my hectic schedule but frantic that I can't get to other things I want: writing, reading, making jewelry, having tea with friends.

I'm reassessing my expectations and taking a long look at how to bring balance back into my world. Today, I feel calm, and able.

I let you know how long that lasts.

cool balancing rocks courtesy of Google images

Thursday, January 14, 2010

puppy love

I never fancied myself to be a dog person. I live near Portland; I know of dog people. Dogs litter the streets, hitched up to tables. Dogs come to bars. Dogs are this way and that, and after being around my Show Dog/Breeder/Boarder Grandma, and I didn't have much use for the crazy.

I dismissed it as such. Phooey.

Until my husband weaseled his way through the deep recesses of my dark, dark heart, playing on my one weakness: Squishy faced dogs. Soon, we adopted Miss Courtney.

Life was good with our shy little girl, and during the summer I started to love my trips to the dog park with my family. Me. The hesitant one. And when I suggested she would be happier with another dog in the mix, Greg - the unhesitating one - ran with it, and we adopted young Jake in August.


Jake is a sweet boy, a Dug among dogs. He is ever present, ready to play, attentive.

I find it funny that these two dogs have changed me so dramatically, when I thought I knew myself better. I guess I just didn't know what I was missing.

Happy first birthday, Jakers.

Monday, January 11, 2010

focus

I promptly came down with something in the new year. It figures. It feels like a little joke, from the universe to me and My Big Plans.

2010 and I feel passionate, motivated, excited. It is quite a gift, this momentum on the heels of a soul sucking bout of depression last fall.

But being sick and needing sleep more than anything made it clear to me: I must write tangible goals down, on paper, and map out a plan while the spirit still moves me. Between naps, and neti pot and needles, administered by a skillful new friend.*

What about you? I'm not talking about resolutions, though they are nice and all, but goals are what I yapping about. What do you hope to accomplish? This week, this month, this year?

*More on my adventures in acupuncture soon.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

little something

Did I ever tell you, Dear Diary, that I got a temporary job through the school district, as a Health Screening Assistant? Well I most surely did. I work with a team of funny, hard-working women, moving furniture and setting up screening stations, and training volunteers at a different school nearly every week.

There are some bumps along the way, and some personality 'things' you run into when you are working with the public, but generally it's a great gig.

I love it.

Best of all, most days I work one-on-one with kids. Lots of kids.

We screen hundreds of little eyes and ears each day, thousands a week, but when a child steps up and I look him in the eye and smile, it's really about that one set of eyes; that one child.

One young girl walked up today, hair disheveled from recess and a warm spray of freckles and sweet smile. When I looked at her paperwork, I learned she was called Daisy; how apt. I mentioned how I liked her bright, shiny name and she lit up, lived up to all that bright and shiny name implies.

As her class left the testing area, she looked over her shoulder and hollered: "Have a nice day!"

These little encounters come and take leave, and I have had many sweet moments working for the school, first as a volunteer, and now as a paid employee of the district. But really it's about that one set of eyes when it happens; that one child.

It's what keeps me coming back.

(google images)

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

coming down


coming down
Originally uploaded by mama.milton
Our big maple has been coming apart in chucks, taking out fences and making sleep hard to come by when the wind howls.

We figure it's only a matter of time before the whole thing goes, and the arborist we consulted agrees.

She's coming down today.

I hate to see a tree go; I love the shade, the squirrels, the leaves.

Our hamster is buried beneath it. The sky will look scarred when I step out in the evenings with my dogs.

I tell myself the peace of mind is worth it, but when I leave for work this morning, I plan to linger for just a moment, just one more moment.

Monday, January 04, 2010

party

January 2nd? It is not known for being a prime party day. Everyone is: Tired, Broke, Hungover/Dieting, Locked in a Padded Cell.

Post-Holidays, and most people want to take to their bed.

But not these hearty souls. They showed up - and believe me when I say that means more to me than I can say, especially when some people did not - and gave Greg quite a wingding.

So happy birthday, a few days late, to my sweet hubby.

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Saturday, January 02, 2010

happy birthday


beachcomber
Originally uploaded by mama.milton
Let the festivities continue. Onward, onward.

Happy birthday to my best guy, on the heels of many late work nights.

We love you, Greg. May this next year be sweet to you.

Friday, January 01, 2010

rolling into the new year


Donning the skates with the Glorious Cox ladies (Happy birthday, Erika! ox)


My date for the afternoon at Oaks Park.


Donning, always with the donning, berets for the So I Married an Axe Murderer party.


My date for the evening, because Greg worked late into the evening. (Cue the utter-bummed-outness. In 2010, I continue to make up words.)


Greg made it just before midnight, so neither of us turned into a pumpkin. I only wish I'd taken more pictures of Jen's great party. I was too pouty/chatty to do so. It was a great start to what I hope is a fine year.

(I woke up far too early this morning, to see Greg off to work again - I know, lame - and Jake has chewed the strap off one of my Danskos. That's how he parties. Silly dog.)

HAPPY NEW YEAR!