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?