Thursday, May 9, 2013

Throwback Thursday : An Ode to the Wildest Girls in Town



Originally posted 4/27/11

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I think that wild flowers
are the most brazen of all the flowers
and have a deep respect for them.

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No one plants them,
they grow where ever they sprout up.
No one tends to them,
they can take care of themselves.

They are so much more bawdy
than a pruned rose bush that blooms in a person's front yard.
These are not pampered flowers.
They are resilient.

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They usually hang around the side of the road.
Sometimes, they even creep right up to the asphalt.
They almost look defiant as they line up beside the road.
Their beautiful colors seem so bold
next to the hot concrete.

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They bend in the rush of the cars passing by
and the wind flutters their petals.
They must feel so much freedom and exhilaration
as they sway and spin around.

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I'd like to think that if I were a flower
that I would be one of these gutsy girls.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Mother's Day Tea


Koen's class threw a little Mother's Day celebration.
It was so fun because we did a child led learning activity together.
We decided to build the tallest tower in the history of all tall towers.
 

Then Koen proudly presented me
with some flowers made of egg cartons and pipe cleaners.
Those are best kind of flowers in the whole universe.


We had a lovely little tea party
complete with sweets and fresh flowers on the table.


We made a bead together that will
be fired and made into a beautiful necklace.


It was the sweetest day ever!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Happiness Project :: Week 9


Sometimes the simplest things make me happy.
Like reading a little bedtime story to The Hulk!
Ain't childhood grand?

 


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Monday, May 6, 2013

When you stumble upon a fellow witch...



Have you ever read a book and felt like
you could very easily be friends with the author?
Not in a scary stalker way
 but more in a 
"we're the same type of gal" way.

That happened to me as I read
The Witch of Little Italy.
I loved the book so much
that I hopped on Facebook and let the author,
Suzanne Palmieri,
know just how awesome I think she is.

I never expected to get a response 
but low and behold
look what unfolded...
 

I absolutely love it when an author 
is so human and accessible!

So, go read her book!
Be sure to have a box of tissues handy
when you do.

Then go tell her how much you loved her story.
You may even find that you
are a lost witch too!


Thursday, May 2, 2013

Throwback Thursday :: The day that my grandma taught me the art of creating a memory with a ridiculous amount of shoes.

I'm starting a new series here 
called Throwback Thursday.

I have many new readers 
and as a little gift to them,
I'll be posting my favorite past posts
that they may have missed.

If you're a long time reader,
I hope that you enjoy this walk 
down memory lane. 

Originally posted 9/22/10

 
Lately I've been gathering memories of my grandmother who passed away in 2004. She was a pistol and taught me many life lessons that serve me to this day in my adult life. One day in particular has been swirling around in my heart. It was the end of summer in 1989 and I was spending an afternoon with Mammaw doing some back to school clothes shopping. At the time, Keds were popular and I just had to have a pair to add to my fall wardrobe. I remember heading into the shoe department at JcPenny's and standing before the mirror with crisp white Keds hugging my feet. I looked at Mammaw with hopeful eyes as she smiled and said "Well, I think we just have to buy those."

As we walked down the mall together she pulled me into another shoe store and said "I wonder if they have those Keds in red?" We waltzed in, found them, and walked out of the store with another pair of shoes. I felt so spoiled as we walked down the mall arm and arm with my two bags in tow."You know what?" Mammaw said as we walked into Dillard's (which was just a few doors down from the other shoe store) "I think that you need those shoes in yellow too."

I followed her into the shoe department as she asked the saleswoman to grab me a pair of yellow Keds to try on. Those yellow shoes had not been on my feet for thirty seconds when she told the lady to grab us a pair of orange ones too. To my amazement, she bought me both pairs. It was unheard of to buy four pairs of shoes in one day and I remember feeling so special. It didn't stop there either. We walked up the mall and stopped in every shoe store that carried Keds. We found green, blue, black, pink, baby blue, and purple Keds. She ended up buying me ten pairs of shoes that day.

I remember feeling overwhelmed and beyond happy that she had spoiled me so. I had asked her to stop as she paid for pair number five but she insisted that we keep on shopping until I owned a pair of Keds in every color. She told me that she wasn't just buying me shoes but that she was creating a memory. I was only fourteen at the time and didn't really see the significance other than the fact that I now had an awesome pair of shoes to match any outfit that I wanted to wear to school.

Now, as an adult, I look back on that lucky afternoon and smile. I may no longer own all those Keds in every color but I do own the memory. She taught me so much that day. Sometimes it's nice to go out of your way to do something out of the ordinary for the people that you love. Choose something so indulgent and special that the excitement settles in both of your hearts forever. I have many memories of my fun times with Mammaw that are not quite as exorbitant but this one stands out the in my mind often.

I remember when we drove away from the mall that the backseat was filled high with all the bags of new shoes. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her for being so generous. She patted my knee and said "I hope that you'll think about this when you're an adult and remember how special you are." Well, it was not lost on me after all because I look back on that shopping excursion and feel her love to this day. I hope to create many outrageous memories for my children and grandchildren. Her love and excitement for life will live on with every ridiculous memory that we create.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Day the Roses Bloom


Just outside my kitchen window,
there is a rose bush that the previous owners
left on the back deck when we moved here.

I pretty much ignore it and forget about it
until one day I look out the window
while I'm loading the dishwasher 
and see the most beautiful roses blooming
despite the fact that it is totally negelected.


The day that the roses bloom is 
always a shock to me
but I'm always so happy to see them
stretching and yawning awake.

It's adds a little cheer to my chores
in the kitchen.


Thank God for flowers
that aren't dependent on me to stay alive.
I have a black thumb,
the thumb of death.

Here's the sunflowers
sitting on my old dirty windowsill 
that I was determined to nurture.

Yup, they're dead.
Sorry little Sunflowers
but it's kind of your fault
for not being roses.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Happiness Project :: Week 8


Koen's class had a special daddy day.
Roger took the morning off from work
and grabbed some hammers (real and pretend)
to have some fun creating a sculpture with his little guy.


I sent the camera with him
and told him that he had to photograph
the experience so I could see it.

From the look on Koen's face
I think that he was pretty proud
of the turtle sculpture that they constructed.


I love that Roger took
the time out of his busy schedule
to do this with our boy.


Their piece is displayed
 in a place of honor
in Koen's room.

 


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makes you wildly happy and tell us all about it.
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