To NANOWRIMO

Or not to NANOWRIMO

See I really need to finish the story I started last year. Some of my friends have been subtly cheering me on. And I really should get off my duff and just do it.

I know the rules are that you can't use what you started last year. Sooooo....if do this, it will be from a non participatory (is that a word??) angle.

Because I LIKE my story and I want to finish it.

So here goes nothing. I guess my page a day quest for my scrapbooks will be but on the back burner for a bit.

So I'll leave you with my latest creation

My so called life in recap

In no particular order

work, work, work

take care of sick, sick child

cook, cook, cook

bake sale, bake sale, bake sale

homework, homework, homework

football, football, football

But tomorrow....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh tomorrow.

Tomorrow, I am shutting myself in my art room ALL DAY long, only coming out long enough to get a bang trim and then, I'm going to

play, play, PLAY!!!!

Booyah!

My feet hurt

and that's because I've been clomping around in a flippin corn maze with 8 cub scouts, their siblings and parents for 4 hours.

I'm dirty.

I'm tired.

My lips are chapped.

BUT

I have photos. A few were good, most stunk and got sent to trash immediately. And then there is one that makes me very, very happy.

The boys had a blast. Dirt plus mommy equals not happy mommy. BUT dirt plus boys equals deliriously happy boys. It's Everyday Math....just nod your heads and pretend to understand. That's what I did at the workshop at school on Tuesday.

I now have a glass of Pinot in hand. It's nice and fruit and nutty.

Ahhh.

Life can be good, even when your feet hurt and you're dirty.

But, I still need to take care of the chapped lips.

Double Digits

Happy Birthday BamBam.....10 years ago today you burst into our world with bright curious eyes, a killer smile and a contented soul.

When I went to your room today to wake you up with a soft chorus of "Happy Birthday"...you wrapped your arms around me and I put my chin on your head. (I'm 5'10".....yes he IS THAT tall!)

Hugging me close you whispered

"Mommy. I don't want to be 10."

"Why honey? It's a big deal...double digits!!!!"

"Because. In three years I'll be a teenager"

"And what's wrong with that?"

"Because. Teenagers are snots."

Oh my. Did I mention he's also extremely wise for his years?

Happy Birthday BamBam...I know in my heart you will NOT be a teenage snot.

And even if you are a snot sometimes, you'll forever and always be my little snot. And I'll love you more than I did on the day you burst into my life and a little more each day after.

Because you gave and continue to give me this exquisite gift. That I should walk around for the rest of my life with my heart on the outside of my body.

Vulnerable, raw.... and really feeling in the core of my being, what it is to love unconditionally.

I love you baby boy.

Make a wish....you've already made mine come true.

Dear Lisa......

"Here are some candy recipes I made this Christmas. I hope you enjoy and can read them.

I usually chop the nuts and wrap individual pieces and store in (sic) cool place.

We are doing pretty good, you might say we are getting by.

The weather has been very cold. We have had some snow (sic) expecting more.

Talked to your mother last Sunday (sic) always enjoy our visits by phone.

We miss our loved ones.

We love you.

Grandma"

I rediscovered this note in a dainty spidery hand dated 2/14/05 (yes 2/14, St. Valentine's Day) tucked behind handwritten recipes in my personal recipe collection from my "GG", my Grandmother Galeski for her Pralines, Divinity and Fudge that she made EVERY Christmas. Treats that I dreamed of and lusted after for an entire year.

"Visions of sugarplums"

I had written her and begged her to send me these treasures in her own hand.

And she did. She would live three more years. My grandfather, just one more.

I have these treasures to share and this Christmas they will find their way into the hearts and homes of my family and friends packaged in beautiful little bags, beribboned with a tag reading "From GG, With Love"


side note

My oldest has always called my mother "GiGi"

I don't know why I didn't notice it until tonight....but my Grandmother Galeski's initials are "GG"

Fate? Coincidence?

Who knows. All I know for sure is that in my mind, I was 8 again, curled under her arm, trading confidences and nibbling on sweets.

I miss my GG

Random Nothingness

I will be sad, so sad when Colts football is over for the season for the boys and I don't have

3 hours of P & Q every Tuesday & Thursday
No more Friday night lights
No more tailgating


My mom and dad arrive for a long week-end on Thursday for BamBam's 10th birthday. We're headed to the cabin Saturday morning for golf, foliage and drinking of wine and eating of cheese (adults... not boys, well they'll be eating the cheese and playing the golf...but nevah mind you get it)

My MIL has loaned me "indefinitely" her 300 lens since it is no longer compatible with her digital. Woot! I might actually get some decent shots from the games this Friday! Now if I could just borrow Wendy's eye for a couple of hours.

I have a small block of sage derby cheese calling to me from the fridge for dinner.

I need to "color enahnce" my hair this week

Do you think my parents need fresh sheets for their beds?

Jake the wonder dog is extremely "frisky" this week...Must be the change in weather.

That's my random nothingness for the week. How about ya'll???