A Lovely Day

It's a beautiful spring day and Jake and I just took off for a walk around the neighborhood checking out houses and looking for garage sales. No luck. I pulled him in his red wagon and got a nice little workout and he finally decided that a nap would be good. When we came home, I lifted him out of the trailer and carried him inside, his 42 lbs. wrapped around me, he lifted his head just enough to give me a kiss on the neck. We wonder why we got into this parenting thing, but for moments like these. I carried him into his room and we fell on his bed hugging each other. Both of us dozed off and now the house is quiet with both boys crashed in each room (Dad and the Jakester). I am hoping to take this time to squeeze in an hour of yoga, as I was too exhausted to try this morning after a late night at Shannon's Art Opening. Can I just keep linking to her site since she has the most wonderful pieces that hint at "springacoming" and often symbolize the love for children both here and there. She's really accomplished something cool with her art. Oh Shannon, if you ever bother to read this, put your artist's statement in your website. It's cool. Speaking of art, I pryed Jake away from the TV for awhile the other night and we did felt replications of ourselves. I've decided to start torturing you with bad art pieces that might actually get good over time, so that's what you see here. I'll take any art project these days and am hoping to try and take a class at Laguna Gloria soon. I figure one type of art might lead to another, you never know. Laguna Gloria offers so many great art classes ranging from painting, to computers and even a little metalsmithing and jewelry making, and textiles. I could live there. I am the most artistic unartist I know, or is it unartistic artist. Hmm. I'm reading Love and Logic, a guide on parenting. From what I can surmise over the 1st chapter, it's mostly about offering options and being sympathetic to the demise your child has gotten themselves into. I really enjoy it. "Oh, I'm sorry you have to go to your room because you are talking back to me, maybe next time you won't talk back and then you can stay here and play." This works for me . . .it' so much better than, "Goddammit, I told you to stop fucking talking back to me, get the hell out of my face." Not that I would talk like that, but I swear the thought has gone through my head a couple of times. I did not know that a 4-year-old could be a smartass, but apparently, when it's my son, yes, a 4-year-old can be a smartass. Oh well. You can check it out by clicking the link on my title entry. Meanwhile, it's almost 4pm and I'm gonna try to jam out some Kundalini, clean the house and maybe sew today. Everyday, I try to sew today. What do you try to do every day, but never do? How about you go out and grab some sunshine and remember that the only thing that is standing in your way of today, is you. Make some art, do some yoga, smell the fresh air and kiss your kiddos, pooches, cats, hamsters, birds or wife. Just go give some love.

Yes!!

I figured out the links. Maybe I will get this HTML shit.

Seeds to Sew

It's been a good day. I think I'm getting the hang of this work thing, no help from my liberated sista's. I'll get it, just in time for Jake to head off to school. Who knows what I'll do if another one comes along. A while back I mentioned Hip Home Ec. It's a groovy site and book where you can learn, do and interact with all sorts of crafty mamas, of which I aspire to be. I once took a crafter quiz and discovered that I might be best suited for baking and gardening. I'm not good with exact sciences and I love to get my hands dirty. Even though my aspirations are towards sewing, I will admit there is nothing at all more delightful than sticking my very non-manicured fingers into a big pan of bread dough or a moist pile of soil. Today, I did the latter. I had to take care of business during the 1st half of the day, but after lunch, Jake and I got busy digging up 1 of 2 garden plots in our backyard. Jake lost interest pretty quickly but I could not get enough. I couldn't believe how much YAAC (Yoga at all Costs) is really paying off. I had so much more strength than even a year ago and my sustaining squat quota really hung in there (ie. I was able to squat for long periods of time). I was proud of myself. I tilled away for a good couple of hours and then did the craziest thing which I'm sure will result in a barren garden. I just started digging holes and dumping packets of seeds in them, covering them with soil and watering the hell out of them. I got those suckers drunk. I discovered that Sunflower Seeds are just that, Sunflower Seeds. Amazing. I planted a couple of different types of Sunflowers, some Butter Marigolds, some creeping fuzzy thing and a red hot chili seed of some sort. My neighbor picked us up some strawberry plants so I dug some holes for them and stuck them in the ground too. I have no idea how this will all work out, but I'm sure my arms will be sore tomorrow. I love the idea of just tossing a bunch of seeds in and seeing what happens. I've tried the exact science of gardening and not only was it boring, it was unsuccessful. Jake had fun but he hates bugs and we have some nasty red bug that loves Box Elder leaves. I am baffled as to how to deal with it and can't stand the idea of living with it. I plan to get busy studying a very cool, fun and well designed book called "You Grow Girl". It's connected to a website that is linked to my title. No, I haven't gotten around to fixing my link page, as well as buying my shelves, organizing my desk and catching up on my bills. If I didn't have something I was procrastinating on, what the hell would I have to do.
I captured a thought while gardening. Recently, during a catering, I was standing at a buffet line describing the food we were serving and having mild chitter chat with the guests of the party. I explained that I was able to answer any question the guests might have and one fella said, "Whoa, then I'll ask you what next weeks lottery numbers are, haha" and I said, "Yea, if I knew them I wouldn't be here, hahaha". Then he said, "there is the whole meaning of life question" and I just laughed. My brain starting clicking as I realized that I had not even thought about that issue since the inception of that wondrous young boy we call Jake. I decided that the question must of only arisen after mankind had reached a point of being able to actually choose to not have children. I deduced that the real answer to the question, "why are we here" is to bear children, populate, reproduce, to continue the species, to have children that carry on this one of many species called Human. It keeps it simple. It's a legacy, atleast for me. It's what we take with us when we die, if you want. Or, you don't have to. Thanks to science. And it's good that we have a choice. I guess I was just realizing that I quit pondering my life's existence after Jake. For me, it was all about him. Jake really put it in to perspective and made me realize how huge it is to have a child or my own. I'm sure there are those out there who may regret it. . .I remember hearing how big of a life changer it could be. I really never acknowledged those comments. But now, when I see a couple who is pregnant, with what is obviously their first one. You know the types, thier hair still looks stylish and they have hip clothes on and you can tell they are getting 8 hours of sleep or more, well, I just want to walk up to them and say, "You have no idea what is about to happen to you, words cannot explain the flood of emotion and the sense of responsiblity that you are about to undertake." But, I don't, I just smile and remember when Jake was inside my belly, and . . well, I wish for another chance like that. O.K. Off to walk the dogs.

Got Love if you want, babe.

I hate to do this to you guys but I'm so on the fucking Kinks and I found a better lyric link. This one is way easier and not so many pop-ups. I love lyrics, it's poetry in action. I started on the Kinks because I couldn't get "Stop Your Sobbing" out of my head. When I popped in the CD I came across this song and I can't get enough of it. Jake even loves it. Good harmonica. Anyway, you know. Shake it.

Got love if you want, babe
Got love if you want, babe
I got love if you want it
I got love if you want it
I got love if you want it
You don’t ask all the while[? ]
You don’t ask all the while[? ]

I love you little woman
I love you little woman
The way your hair hang down
The way your hair hang down
But you mistreating baby, yeah
You been a long town
You been a long town

Got love if you want, babe
Got love if you want, babe
I got love if you want it
I got love if you want it

Another Night Out

I have linked the title of this blog to an awesome blog that I recently discovered. The Erwin House is being rebuilt in Crestview and the Erwins are talking about it on their blog. It's so great and filled with yummy, nutritional info nuggets about rebuilding and Crestview, etc. I am in awe and secretly wish I had thier life, just kidding. I really like mine. I love Crestview so much and am really happy Joel found our house. I do sometimes, often, fantasize about buying this house and adding on. I love our backyard. This house does have some goodness about it, but Morrow sucks and there ain't much you can do about that. We went out again last night and it was just too much damn fun. The Ron Titter Band is quite excellent. They are soooooo tight and soooooo into what they are doing. It's good to watch. It gets really exciting and then it's over. I could of used a longer set. Someday, I am just going to sit in the audience and drool over the uber hot drummer in the band. Wow. If anyone knows him, pluuuuueeeeez set me up. All the guys are super cute and they were wearing Black and White. Joel was strutting around 6th street like a bad boy that just left the wedding. It was hot. All my good and dear friends were out and the Tacodeli Mafia showed their support as always. Tacodeli. Good friends. Loyal supporters. I shelled out half a weeks pay for a babysitter again, but it's worth it to be young for a night. It's the cinderella complex. I get all gussied and go out for the night, race home by 3am to turn into Mom again. Joel and I stayed up till 4am, chatted wit da babysitter a bit, then passed out to tunes on the radio. It was all romantic and mom and dad need more nights out. Oh Beast! played after Ron Titter and I was swept back to the old days of oooogling over good bands. I'm really glad I lived it up when I did, pre-Jake. Hopefully, no one noticed the old fart grooving to the music. It's Sunday now and I'm finishing up this post. I did my 7 miler yesterday with my counselor, Penny. I have decided walking 7 miles is mentally like being washed, dried, ironed and folded. I feel so purged afterwards. Loverly. O.K. So, I broke down and did a myspace but I'm cheating by linking this blog to it. So . . .much . . .easier. I'm done. MUST . . DO . . YOGA. Go Ron Titter! You are my God.