Tainted Love

I listen to Pandora 80's Pop Radio all day long. So I was grooving out to "Tainted Love" right? Tristan walks up to me with a smart-arse smirk on his face and asks, "Hey mom, what does the taint have to do with love anyway?"

Word of the Day

Vagina-Boob

(fighting over storm troopers)

Tristan: Owen, don't make me punch you in the neck!

Owen: I'll punch you in the vagina-boob!

And the award for Most Creative Threat goes to... Omax!

Thankful

I am thankful for coffee, freedom, simplicity, color, adrenaline, curiosity, meditation, progress, and all of the brilliantly lovely people in my life. I am thankful for positivity and kindness. I am thankful to know that happiness is a choice, and it’s a choice I make (almost) every day.

“It's a helluva start, being able to recognize what makes you happy.” ~Lucille Ball

I am thankful that I am able to teach my children to be respectful, open-minded and nonjudgmental. Nothing would make me more proud than to raise grateful, confident, caring and accepting adults who are able to form their own opinions and have their own perspective on life.

“All men should strive
to learn before they die
what they are running from, and to, and why.”
~James Thurber

I’m thankful for reflection and growth. So far this year, I have learned the value of questioning all things stagnant or repetitively and destructively painful in my life. I’ve discovered creative ways of changing or coping that are outside the box of what my mind normally looks for.

“Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.” ~Robert Brault

Dude. Let your curiosity be your guide. Have the courage to go against the grain. And, tell all them haters to EAD!

Shabba!

Tristan

Gramma: Tristan, do you know what you want to be when you grow up?

Tristan: I don't know...maybe like a Ninja Pirate or Mad Scientist or something...
Gramma: What in the world is a Ninja Pirate?
Tristan: Um, you know, like a dude that practices ninjutsu across the seven seas.

This guy.

Grody dude at store: Wooow. You have gorgeous feet. I have a thing for perfect toes. And Asian women.

Me: Then you should become a Podiatrist and move to Asia.
Grody dude at store: Hah. Actually, I teach 2nd grade.
Me: Greeeeeaaaaaat.

Guess I should have gotten the name of the school who hired this douche.

I've been thinking about how funny it is that I don't let anyone but family watch my kids. However, I let a complete stranger teach and discipline them for 6 hours, 5 days a week. Does this make any sense?

You just never know, you know? People are weird. And maybe the only reason this bothers me so much is because I know how weird I am myself. Or, maybe it's because of people like grody foot douche...

Honestly, Honesty.

I was positive I knew who I was. I was sure that I made peace with myself; 29 was a great year of self discovery.

For some reason, now, I don't know what?

The only things I know for sure are...

I am married to amazement himself.

My kids are beyond incredible.

My dad is the definition of charity and ambition.

Music, Food & Books are my refuge (currently working to eliminate food).

There is a hole in my heart (figuratively speaking).

Maybe I'm just a lost soul searching for meaning in a senseless world. Maybe I'm a crazy woman in the middle of something that I just don't understand.

save me from them

I am not a partier. I cannot hold my liquor to save my life and, as a matter of fact, I'm convinced that I'm allergic to the schtuff.

Seriously, for the love of wenis... Night clubs are my Nightmare!!!

I would much rather be surrounded by good people and good conversation. Coffee and talk. Wine and wit. Am I the only one? Dude, I need new friends. Pronto.