Dandelions

I feel sorry for Dandelions. Why is it that they aren't good enough to be treated just like every other flower. Yes, yes, I know technically they are a "weed" , but they are pretty like other flowers. I was reminded of this when my niece pointed to the "pretty yellow flowers" on the grass the other day and we just ignored her cause they are not "flowers" they are "weeds" yuck. . . . somehow lovely little dandelions have become a "dirty weed". Children always see them as flowers. I remember wanting to pick them as a little girl just like Julia, and would often gather bunches for my Mom or teacher. And when giving them there was always this 'thank you for the thought, but ewww' look on their face. Soon one catches on that they are just a "weed" so don't stop to admire anymore and worry when they pop up on their lawn. Why is it a faux pas to leave them on your lawn? If you ask me the Dandelion is adorable, bright, cheerful and very unique. How many flowers turn into fun white fluff balls that can be blown everywhere? The dandelion is clearly evidence of how our inner most child and natural appreciation for beauty is far too often squashed.

My Favorite Word

Is it weird to have a favorite word? Cause if it is then I'm weird. My Favorite word in the english language has to be 'SASSY'. Just say it - Saaaassssy! Yeah! Say it again . . .
The more I say it the better I feel.
"You're Sassy!" "I'm sassy" "We're all a little Sassy" . . . sassy, sassy sassy!! Doesn't it just make you smile?
The word is great because it has a great meaning too!

Sassy (sās'ē) adj. sas·si·er, sas·si·est
Lively and spirited; jaunty.
Stylish; chic: a sassy little hat.

I suppose I have always unintentionally strived to be a Sassy girl. Particularly on the stage . . . most of the characters I play are pretty sassy, some sassier than others. I never have more fun than when I play those sassy little divas.

Honestly I haven't been feeling all that sassy lately. . . Perhaps as one matures and has to deal with real life the Sass deflates. . . boooo! :(
Well I for one won't stand for deflated Sass!! I refuse to be a boring un-sassy diva.
Watch out cause this diva is bringing Sassy back!!!

The Photoshoot

For my Birthday Lucas and Julia wore their matching "If you think I'm cute you should see my Auntie" T-Shirts. Of Course I saw this as the perfect photo op. . . little did I know that capturing a 7 month old and a 3 yr old in the same frame would be exceptionally difficult. After 49 shots the t-shirt can only be fully read in 1 photo. . . and to get them both looking at the camera at the same time without any tears seemed to be an almost impossible task . . . we did it though. And we managed to capture some silly 3yr old facial expressions and Lucas' adorable sumo wrestler legs, which I simply can't resist. :) Cute . . . just like Auntie :)

Immuninators

I've been complaining about my immune system a lot lately. Mostly because I don't understand how it has failed to prevent me from getting all of the nasty viruses and germs that have taken over my body in the past 7 months. The other day as I was fighting off the flu I was reminded of what a powerful little immune system I do have. And boy oh boy was it fighting hard. As I was sitting there feeling the heat radiating off my cheeks and profusely sweating from fever - I knew that all of those little immune system guys or luekocytes were at work and fighting hard. I even recall in my somewhat delirious state giving them a little cheer by saying "Come on guys fight, fight, fight!" So as much as I bash my system I'm so grateful at how hard it has worked to kill all of those darn little buggers over the past few months. I'm thankful that I have a fully functioning immune system - it really is a miraculous little system designed by the most magnificent Creator:)

Swinging

Time to give my nephew his very own blogpost.

Here's Lucas at 7months old, his first swing ride at the park. He's really such a sweet little guy:)

Diva's Beef - Nose Picking

This is a given - watching someone pick his/her nose is totally gross. i however have come to terms with the fact that it seems to be the way of a lot of the kiddies I teach. . . I can't tell you how often I sit and watch several of my students pick their noses and play with their boogies in my classes - ewwwww. They then proceed to try to hold my hand in a circle song or touch the instruments that I hand out and then collect. It's no wonder why I'm always sick!! Today I discovered that it's not only the kids who pass on their boogie germs - it's Moms too! Mom's who pick their baby's, toddler's or preschooler's nose for them and then don't bother to wash their hands afterwards, but proceed to wipe it on their own clothes . Blech! Come on!! I know it's your own flesh and blood and that you're genuinely only trying to prevent boogies from hanging out of that tiny nose, but those boogers are loaded with germs. I understand that it isn't easy being a Mom, and I totally appreciate the fact that Mom's care, but please for the sake of all those out there you come in contact with please, please, please wash your hands after picking your child's nose for him - it's just as germy on your fingers as it is on his. Blech.

Fill it up Man.

I confess when it comes to some things I'm a bit of a traditional gal. Being a single woman forces one to have to be a little "nontraditional". I have no choice but to do pretty much everything for myself, which I don't mind most of the time, but I have to confess - some days I wouldn't mind having a man to do little things for me, like: fill the washer fluid in my car, check the oil, pump the gas, carry my heavy boxes and bags, etc. I think how nice it would be mostly when I hear the clunk of the hood of my car closing. It just feels so unnatural for a diva to see and touch the intestines of her car, and it's so dirty opening up the hood (particularly on a wet snowy day). Then again I suppose when I really think about it, it's really unnatural for a diva to be driving her own car to begin with - she'd normally have a chauffeur to do that . . . .
Oh I'm a miserable excuse of a diva! I can't even afford to hire a man to do all the little things for me . . . oh well! I know I can get by, all I'm saying is that it would be nice sometimes, that's all.