Monday

I wonder how your weekend was?  Although a few under the weather we still managed to do stuff.   Two different chicken soups were made, one loaded with veggies from our delivery of last Tuesday.  I included fresh green beans, red potatoes, kale, carrots and onions with chicken broth and chicken.  It had a lot more flavor than the more simple chicken in dumplings and I felt like I was eating things that were really good for us.  Motorcycle man isn’t completely better, the first born is feeling a little lousy but worked anyway and was absolutely thrilled to see he picked up an 8 hour shift this week, explaining that only two other people at his work get full shifts and now he is the third.  It’s nice to see that our oldest has a strong work ethic, I can already tell.  He has not missed a day of work and has not been late also willing to cover shifts if needed.  I was worried about that sort of thing considering he is my most relaxed child who forgets a lot.  I was worried he wouldn’t remember his schedule and things like that.  Plus even with his car being out of commission after the accident he manages to figure out how to get to and from work.  His part arrived too last week so soon he and motorcycle man will be getting that bug up and running.  We are fortunate that motorcycle man is handy and also Aussie seems to have a natural knack for that sort of stuff too.

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He sent me a text when his part came in:)

Abbie and I kicked off the start of our weekend by enjoying a frozen yogurt together and rocking out in the car to “If you think I’m Sexy” we dedicated that to my mom who used to LOVE that song, probably still does and when I was growing up I have this vivid memory of her playing that song over and over on the record player as she be bopped around the house cleaning.  Naturally whenever I hear the song I think of her.

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Me and Abbie with our matching shades.

Dylan spent the weekend with grandma and grandpa and went to an awesome auto show where he got to sit inside fancy cars, cars that were as much as 2 million dollars, can you believe that?

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Dylan and the Seb man

And last but not least….the pumpkins are showing promise!!

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And I’m in season three in Mad Men, like half way through.

Sun Daisy and Moon Rose, their story condensed

39 of my 43 years have been blessed with a one of a kind forever sort of friendship.  I moved into this little condominium complex when I was just 4.  We were unloading our furniture when a little girl with the biggest most expressive brown eyes ran up to me and said “I haven’t seen you in such a long day!”  She apparently had been waiting for me to show up.  And this is why mama Georgia believes we were friends in another life. The little girl’s name was Ronda Lee…no H in this Ronda!

little usI had to hold the kitty cause according to me…she didn’t know how to properly do it

Ronda and Tracie basically grew up together and basically know about everything there is to know about each other, its border line scary.  They can just look at each other and know what the other one is thinking. Really it’s true!

streetOh and the stories there are so many stories about these two.  So many I can’t possibly list them all here or it would be a mini novel.  I wish I could tell you all the details of how Tracie saved Ronda’s life one day as they sat up on the trunk portion of the big convertible drinking their Icee’s and enjoying the wind on their faces when Ronda nearly fell off the back of the car, so Tracie naturally pulled her to safety…only their cherry red Icee’s ended up all over the back seat of the pretty white car and it wasn’t so much about the heroic act as it was about the mess they made in the back seat.  They were always in trouble for something, like the time they broke the glass music box and snuck it to Mama Georgia’s house so they could have her glue it back together so Mama Linda wouldn’t “know any better”  or the time they were eating those suckers they weren’t supposed to have when Tracie’s cap broke off and Ronda thought Elmer’s glue would do the trick, or the time they decided they had had enough and packed the red wagon to run away but only made it to the swimming pool at the complex before deciding to return home, or the time Ronda cleaned up the oil spot on the garage floor with mama Linda’s new designer white jeans.  Yep. Those are just a few of the things that went on in those days. rtIn those days it was okay to send your little people off to school, to walk through the vacant field and climb under the fence to get to class, or take the alternate longer route that passed a 7-11 where the little redhead and girl with the brown eyes would peel old already chewed gum off the sidewalk and chew gravel filled gum on their way to school. Or the arguments the girls would get into with boys like Tony Baloney and Brad who insisted babies come out of their mom’s vaginas while Ronda and Tracie were insistent that girls pooped babies out.  Like what do boys know anyways!

red blackRonda and Tracie didn’t really like their given names so Tracie insisted that Ronda call her Rose and so Ronda decided on Daisy for herself.  These same girls had a heated argument from across the street from each other (Daisy lived on one side of the street while Rose lived on the other) Oh Rose was so mad, she had to call Miss Daisy anything but Ronda or Daisy, so she shouted something like “I hate you Pee Pee Head!”  Miss Rose started that fight but Miss Daisy won the fight when her comeback was “I hate you Poo Poo head!”  This stopped Rose in her tracks, she couldn’t think of one more word worse than that!

outside hangingLater on when these two little girls grew up they still stayed friends, even when Daisy’s parents moved her all the way to San Diego where Rose had to take the train to visits during the summer months or Daisy’s Dad would pick her up on his way home from his job so the two girls could spend some time together. Ronda’s dad always referred to them as the beatnik and hippie.   And even later when Daisy moved in with her grandparents on Rose’s side of town where they were thrilled to be so close again.

renneAnd even later than that when they decided they should be roommates and live in the same complex Daisy’s Italian grandparents managed.  Where Grandma Della would sneak in and leave them homemade pizza on their kitchen counter to make sure they were being fed.  And just like when they were little and would watch Lavern and Shirley and Ronda would say, “I’m Shirley and you’re Lavern” and Tracie would say “okay, I’m alright with that” and when they lived together…Ronda was Shirley and Tracie was Lavern and Tracie was more than okay with it but Ronda had a lot of picking up to do for the both of them.

mobileThese two knew each other so well yet they were kind of different.  Ronda decided that she was the sun and Tracie was the moon because that’s how different they were from each other.  Ronda was full of sunshine while Tracie was a little more gloomy.  Ronda wrote poems about happy things while Tracie wrote poems about sad things. Ronda loved her Moody Blues, Grateful Dead and John Denver while Tracie loved Led Zeppelin,  the Cure and  John Lennon but they both agreed fully on the Doors of course. Sometimes they would sit for hours on end at the tops of parking structures reading philosophy and talking about life’s purpose making short films (lost films) Ronda loved to sing and dance, while Tracie liked to take it all in.

pizza makingThere is so much more to say about these two but it’s already far too long for most people to want to keep reading.  They are grown-ups now, they both are still very different and at the same time very much alike.  Somewhere along the way Ronda taught Tracie to not be so gloomy and even though she is the moon, she is a big bright full moon now!  One thing that hasn’t change that will never change is the love they have for on another.  There is nothing quite like it.

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It arrived and not only that….it really is time for CHANGE

My very first MOO order!  What is Moo you might ask?  Well it’s a printing company that makes your things look extra special.  I had no idea the post cards I ordered would be so top notch.  The quality far exceeded my expectations. (and Colleen if you’re reading this, Moo wraps their pretty packages in a purple ribbon) IMG_5957Now I realize why they cost so much?  I had been working on my order for over two months just waiting to have extra money or a deal of some kind.  I finally got 25% off last week and pulled the trigger and even at that they were more money than I thought I should be spending.  But then I had a realization.  How will I get myself out there if I don’t put a little money into this to begin with?  Lilly was telling me that if we get a few little post cards out on art walk night people are more apt to spend a little bit of money on something like that rather than an entire piece of art.  I decided to plug my blog on these post cards as well.  Because for me, more important than the everyday moments inside my four walls in within the perimeter of my yard, and I keep thinking “who would want this as art in their homes or work spaces when it’s just bits and pieces of things I think are important and photo worthy?” So more than getting my photographs out there I enjoy writing and having my photographs accompany my thoughts.  I have always wanted to be a writer since I was young.  I just find writing much easier than talking out loud.  So more than the art I can make with my prints, and now wanting to experiment with wood transfers I want to be able to encourage other gals who are just like me, busy moms who have small breakdowns every so often. All of us moms no matter what stage can encourage and support one another.  The younger moms who I learn from because now days they seem so innovative and far more equipped with tons of information, even more than I had and the older moms who give me their wisdom and assurance that it will all be okay someday.

I also have to stop thinking things that are so negative about me.  That CHANGE word is everywhere right now, my workshop this past week and a HUGE topic last night in my two-hour class.  If I had only an idea it would be my word for next year, it’s no longer an idea, it’s a certainty.  CHANGE is my word, as I’m reminded by Sandi our super cool facilitator, that it will not be overnight, and it will take lots and lots of practice but if I acknowledge I need to change and make steps towards this…it will eventually happen.

MOO CARDSNo it’s not your eyes, it’s not quite straight, just tilt your head a little;)

VOTE!

I’m cracking up at the pole I posted.  So I have 28 votes, that’s mind blowing to me also that 28 people voted, that’s enough for me only I do need more because as of right now it’s a deadlock.  14 people voted for one thing while 14 others voted for another.  If it stays that way I will have to flip a coin and either way be ready for CHANGE, BEcause both ideas involve change.