Musical Monday-Summertime!

It's the first official day of Summer Break! We're gonna make the most of the sun and free time this season! Here's a little background music for a great Summer Vacation!

Feel free to peruse the blog while you listen.

What are your plans?

Gardner's Moon

I showed the Gardner's Moon today. I feel as though I should put a sign up in my yard for 24 hours before I work outdoors that reads: "Warning! Fat lady will be bending over out here tomorrow!" I feel that that would only be courteous as I do like most of my neighbors. As I was bending and moving today I chuckled to myself imagining the view from across the street. Oh well, the yard looks pretty.

Because I Have Something to Say

I've spent part of the morning reading blogs of note. These are blogs that have received some sort of acknowledgment from the mainstream media because, I'm assuming, they are considered good. While I absolutely won't deny that many of these bloggers have great writing skills I have come to believe that the true test of a blog becoming widely read (more that your mother and three friends) is the correct and prolific use of profanity. Really, what sentence doesn't have more meaning when it's laced with a few **** or some #$%@^*. I realize now that I have been so wrong in my attempt to carry on a somewhat intelligent (I realize this is up for debate) conversation with folks who's mouths didn't come from a truck stop. So to you, my few and related readers, I apologize. I am clearly lacking in my emotional ability to connect. Please, feel free to seek entertainment elsewhere should you need your daily dose of crap.

International Body

As I was showering this morning I realized that my time in the sun is made manifest on my body. Looking down at my skin color I realized that my arms look like they're from Brazil when my bum looks like it's from Alaska. Ah, the early spring farmers tan, gotta love it.

Memorial Day Vacation

Sleep Deprived

I don't know about you but I operate on an perilously balanced sleep schedule. I really am amazed at my ability to appear fully functioning on limited hours of sleep. Really, I think I could challenge my college days self to a no-sleep marathon and win. I've gotten so used to the feeling of fatigue that I can't remember what it feels like to be rested. I mean yeah, I've had a day off here and there but if you amortize out my sleep loss over the eleven years of my motherhood, a day or two of extra sleep really is a drop in the bucket. What surprises me most is that this really doesn't seem to bother me anymore. It's like my mind has finally given itself over completely and utterly to mommy hood. There is no struggle for an extra five minutes in the morning or a dumping of projects for an afternoon nap. I have succumbed entirely. This is a badge of honor that I wear- "I am mommy and I am tired but I'm rockin' this gig anyway!"

Wake Up

I wish I could write. I wish I could express the amazing things that come into my head when things are quiet. I want to change the world somehow, to make it better with some grand idea or memorable saying. I have no life altering story, no grand awakening to share. I guess I have been seduced by the idea that change only matters when it is great. But then.... I remember that there are many small awakenings each day and that these things are not only revelations to myself but to everyone who opens their eyes to the light of the sun in the sky. Do we forget to give ourselves credit for waking up? Do we forget that the very act of choosing consciousness is a declaration of possibility? I suppose there are many who journey through life in an unconscious state, unable or unwilling to open their eyes to the possible effect they could have on this world or the effect of the world on them. Life is too great an opportunity to sleep through.