Like Sands Through the Hourglass . . .

I used to be an avid Days of Our Lives fan back in "the" day.

Super glad I no longer partake in those wildly bad acting-sex infused-shots of other people's drama.

I have been keenly aware lately of how fast the last two years have gone by. 

Noticing how our home has changed, our 2nd anniversary around the corner, 

the sizes of clothing that O now wears, and how her foot is almost the size of my hand 

(it used to be 1/4 it's size). A lot to be grateful for.

Haboob. 

Could a better word have been thought of for this? 

C'mon, really? 

I chuckle and feel a little dirty all at once saying it. 

Nevertheless, it's that time 'o year. Hot as Hates and dust.y! 

Amidst swimming lessons, work, everyday stuff, family, personal journeying . . . .

I stumbled across some precious things and was able to capture them. 

"Planet of the monkeys" have become a favorite toy of O's lately. I keep finding them in strange places all around the house, she loves hiding things. Have been searching for a new 2-pack of pacifiers that I bought a few weeks ago . . . she carried it off and it is nowhere to be found. 

O discovered these teeny cans of Pepsi, 

carried them around most of the day. 

She is rarely without a smile.

My new favorite place, Bounce U. 

O wasn't quite sure what to do in this tunnel, 

and the darn thing constantly moved. 

Especially when I kept trying to go in and help her. 

It was hopeless, comical but hopeless!

Oh the torture of being forced to play! 

On our walk home from the pool, we spied this tiny bird egg. Speckled and undamaged, it was breathtaking.

This $4 chair has brought O more joy than I ever imagined. Multiple times a day she is caught in there reading a story, 

aloud to herself. Also multiple times a day she tries to "tame" Paco with the chair as if she were a lion tamer for the circus. 

He doesn't so much enjoy that, but she sure laughs heartily!

Summer time means popsicles! 

Fruit juice + ice cube trays and craft sticks = deliciousness.

This blasted heat makes us all tired!

Kuhn-fesh-uhns of One Middle-Age Momma

I don't always come to a "complete" stop at all stop signs. 


I get anxious checking out at the grocery store.


I have a favorite grocery cashier and I seek him out when I shop. Not a crush, he is an older man - gentle and friendly.


I love reading magazines, and I do tear out pages with recipes I like.


Coupons make me giddy.


I sometimes create a shorter version of a story as I read it to O before bedtime, may even skip a page or two. I'm typically exhausted by then, and I'm glad she can't read yet.


Sometimes spot cleaning the tile floor with a Clorox wipe is good enough for me.


I love doing laundry, hate putting it away.


As I look around our house  . . . apparently I don't like putting a lot of things completely "away", I create bits of clutter.


Poor spoken grammar B.U.G.S. me.


I can never spell 'cinnamen/cinnoman/cinemin', or 'recieve' on my own!


I sing in the car.


I wish our dog was a cat some a lot of times.


I hit snooze at least 2 times every morning.


My a** is killing me. How does one have muscle issues in there anywhere? I do not do "freaky things" I promise. I barely exercise either. Perhaps that's it.


I am envious of pregnant women these days.


I feel better about myself when I am skinny. Who am I kidding . . . I have never "felt" skinny, don't think people who have always struggled with their weight ever "feel" otherwise.


My place of quiet is lovely (in my mind). An Adirondack chair, an amazing beach and a somewhat cloudy day with me, myself and I.


I ate a deep fried Snickers at the State Fair a few years ago. I still think about it once and a while. Yum.


I have 3 email accounts. One (my personal), has over 500 unread emails, another (for couponing) has over 1,000 and the other (for work) has almost 100. I keep up on the important ones.


I use quotey fingers at least once a day, sometimes 2 or 3.

Observe & Report

(metaphorically) Standing outside my life today, peering in. Listening. Soaking it in.

I hear the computer virus catcher program thingy beeping as it apparently finds bad things that need to be eliminated from our computer. I wish there could be an eliminator to catch the bad people who make those bad things.

(two for one) I hear the air conditioning on, and feel a slight breeze on my arm. Been a while since I shaved that forest so I can feel the hairs moving. Yes. I shave my arms.

I hear quiet in the rest of our home. 2 loves sleeping peacefully and no damn dogs barking at this minute. Our 80 lb furry child is sacked out too, on the carpet beside me. Not to be included with the aforementioned 2 loves - this creature gets  his own place in my heart, just not sure what place that is these days. I "love" him best after he has had a bath and he is not under my feet in the kitchen!

I hear the squeals of wakefulness from O's crib.

I see toys. Massive amount. Momma can't "get down" like she used to. I can see 40 coming quickly . . . and . . . my back is out of service for today. O has not learned the art of putting things away yet and I am okay with that. For today. Tomorrow may have a different story.

I see a man working hard to provide for his family. Comes home to us each day.
Eats his jicama/lemon/chile creation as if he were a kid eating candy, and rocks his guitars like no other I know. I love him.

I see a teeny lady. She is so gentle and precious sometimes, so dainty. The other sometimes, she is a hard player, full-on eater, and gettn jiggy with it dancer. Cracks. Me. Up. Love overflows for her.

I see a woman. Feels like some days I know parts of her and some days not, there are a ton of memories shared with her and some can't be remembered. She scurries, works, goes, does, is, cares. I pray for her.

I see a bachelor-pad turned home for a family. It is nice. Curtains hung, dinner table ready to share a meal (That is, when the mail/coupons/ads/O's toys are cleared away which is rarely).

I feel a sense of calm in the midst of every-day chaos life. Being out of commission with a painful back and doing a toxicity detox allows me a few different perspectives on what is truly important in the tiny world called my life. Fr. Juan reminded me about the importance of daily time with God. I will get back on that routine.

I feel a call to prayer for so many things, it could be a full time job. I am honored. Simply to lift people up to my Creator who I know has a great plan in mind for each item/person/situation I pray for.

I feel health around the corner. Much like I could hear O's voice telling me she was almost here when I was meditating as I pushed that 8lb 8oz-hairy creature of love out of my body over a year ago. It was a memorizing experience. So is this. Self care - if I could get a handle on you in my life we would be besties. I'm trying!

I feel joy when my husband teases me about how many people I know and can call friends. I think he is still overwhelmed by our wedding, and keeps learning of more friends as the days go by. Poor guy, can't keep 'em straight, I don't expect him too. I'm just gonna keep feeling blessed.

I feel a warm body and a plethora of silky hair cuddling up on my thigh as I write this. She munches on a pretzel stick, using her 5 frontal teeth to bite it. It makes me giggle inside to no end.

I taste a slight metal taste in my mouth. Yuck. The detox is working. Heavy metal toxicity is not fun. I never even liked that kind of music! baha ha ha ;)

I have no taste for a bunch of things right now. Meat - yuck. I do however still have a hankerin for a cuppa. 5 days left my dear friend!

Ok, I admit. I tasted cracked down on some movie popcorn today. Totally cheated on my detox. Aren't rules meant for breaking?