1) i seem to smell good to 5th graders as i am always being sniffed by my students.
2) it’s not as easy as one might think to get your kid their first passport.
3) it’s high time, but the soul train is actually taking a train.
4) i suggested that we wear gowns and tails to the ritz….you know like we are putting on the ritz.
5) that said whenever i think of that song i think of the young frankenstein version.
6) the goose turns 14 this week and i am not ready.
7) the upside is she has requested ethiopian food for her birthday dinner.
8) rainy days and mondays always bring me down….but not as down as the sound of the dryer cycle ending.
9) there was a lost cat sign in our neighborhood and stubby hubs hunk and i thought long and hard about dropping off one of our cats at their house. they looked similar….enough.
10) i get a daily dish recipe email mail. today was an orange chicken stir fry. for my family orange chicken is a dinner incident that sits comfortably in infamy. my mother is a good cook, but the orange chicken…..not so much.
one to grow on:
we all have a vision of ourselves. for some it may be an aspiration that was cultivated from an early age. reinventing ones self isn’t always as much of a rebirth as it may sound. i spent the first half of my life thinking of myself as an actor. i didn’t have visions of being a movie star. i just knew that i wanted to be in shows and hopefully get paid for it. fast forward to me at 27. sitting on a couch nursing a new born. some how, seemingly over night i had become a stay at bleeping home mom. a mother flipping house wife. this was not my plan. as the oldest of four kids, i had mothered already. i had wiped bottoms and pretended to call santa when they acted up. i was not a girl who had planned every detail of her marriage. i hadn’t thought of it it all. i never envisioned a world where they would let me leave the hospital with a baby that i couldn’t give back. yet, here i was. here i sat. one babe, quickly became two. gone were the days of grabbing my keys and getting in the car. gradually my passion outside of my children became a whisper. by the time my kids could both walk, when some one asked me what i did i said i was a mom. i had changed how i viewed myself. i remained a creative person. that could be beat out of me no easier than my loud cackle. in time, as my children needed less of me to stay alive, i have allowed that actor moniker to be added to my “hello my name is” sticker again. at present i may be using my knowledge to teach others, but the point is, i never truly gave up on my passion. i don’t at all regret the path that my life has taken. in fact i would go further to say that if the life i had planned for myself at 16 had come to pass i may have been left wanting. if i wasn’t open to plan b through d, i may not know what it is to have such a full heart. it’s easy to look back over your life and think about all of the left turns that should have been right. goodness knows i am an olympic rate second guesser. i suppose the lesson in all of this is that i was lucky enough to not lose myself even when i wasn’t sure what to call me. i’m monkey. i have always been monkey.
i can only hope that you always remember who you are.E