Getting ready to watch "Black in America" on CNN. I live for these kinds of conversations/dialogues. Don't know what to expect, but watch today and tomorrow. If you want to talk about it, consider me a willing participant.
A conversation that's been a long time coming on a national stage has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
My children crack me up. First of all, I'm not nearly on the computer as much as I used to be, because now, I have to share it with Big Boy, who tries to muscle me out of the way, so he can, "do his work". Lately, his "work" consists of checking out Pixar's Wall-e site. He can't get enough of it.
They're really coming into their own personalities now, at 41/2 and oh-so-close-to-two years old. And I'm realizing that, as they're getting older, there's a whole lot less crying going on at any given time in my house. Now, they can actually articulate what they want or need or are unhappy about, without the wailing and gnashing of teeth. Ah, I can see sweet peace on the horizon... almost didn't think I'd see the day.
Lately, there have just been silly sayings, songs and actions that lead up to an all out chucklefest between us. Baby Girl tries her hardest to be the loudest among us with her exaggerated, "AH HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" Her attempt launches Big Boy and me into a whole 'nother fit of laughter.
I'm savoring these moments between us, because I know, from what the experienced folks tell me, the period will come when they'll be too cool to laugh themselves silly with their Mommy. Instead of tears from laughing so hard, there will be eyerolls at such "lame" behavior.
So until that time, I'll fully embrace the belly laughs. They're good for the soul, they've been long overdue and they've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
I'm drawn to this for reasons obvious to those who know me. The reviews are mixed, but folks at Toronto International Film Festival liked it in 2006, so I'll add it to my NetFlix list and check it out anyway. What do you think?
How did I miss this anyway? Oh well, Diane de Beer, SA film critic, for bringing this movie to my attention, you've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Happy 4th, my fellow Americans, and an equally beautiful day to the rest of you fine folks.
While in Baltimore this past weekend, I by happenstance (but then again, is there such a thing?) found myself in Books-A-Million before heading to the airport. While looking for a playwriting book, I instead came across this one:
Writer Mama: How to Raise a Writing Career Alongside Your Kids by Christina Katz.
I almost had to pick myself up off the floor when I discovered it in the stacks. This is precisely the topic I've been recently tossing around in my brain, with a moniker similar to the one I've been crafting for myself. Cue the "Twilight Zone" theme music...
Needless to say, I got the message that this was the book I needed to buy, and it's chock full of really useful information. It's too good not to share with you now, if you too are into this kind of thing.
Christina Katz, for writing the how-to manual to help me profitably pursue my writing interests and afford my goal of being freely available for my kids, you've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Oh, and happy 38th anniversary, Mom and Poppy! You're still smokin', and I love ya for it! :-)
I've been out of pocket the last few weeks working on a couple projects, one of them being putting the final touches on the planning for my dear friend's bridal shower that took place this past weekend.
So I've been sprucing up around the house--planting here, container gardening there, adding flowers in the front, rescreening, painting and creating an "outdoor room" on the patio in the back...
With all the changes (inspired by the new roof we had to bite the bullet and get--no more squirrel scampering--yea!) I thought a new mailbox was also in order.
My brilliant, handy dad was over yesterday afternoon to take the old one off and install the new one on the post for me.
Now, my street is a relatively quiet one. It's on a circle, so the only traffic is essentially the neighbors. And on a Friday early afternoon, the flow is almost non-existent.
But not at the moment Poppy was on the street installing the mailbox. A car speedily rounded the corner onto the circle and came careening toward my father a little too recklessly and close for comfort. Thankfully, he's still a fit and nimble guy for his age, and he was able to jump out of the way to safety.
Soon on the car's heels was a tentative police cruiser. Poppy put two and two together and rigorously motioned to the cop the direction in which the car had gone. It was then was off in hot pursuit, and judging by the sirens and sounds of commotion on the other side of the circle, he got the car that had tried to duck him.
Now, I'm going to have to truthfully bare darkness here for a minute, because I tell you what--had that car hit my father and run off, I would have hunted down the driver and beaten him/her down with everything I had.
Whew. OK, now with that honest, knee-jerk reaction moment passed, I will say I'm SO grateful that it didn't have to come to that, and that Poppy's guardian angels have just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
And the new mailbox looks really good on its perch!
"Living to see the day," as my great-grandmother used to say, has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
I'm sorry, but it's been so long since I've been out...
I still have the yummy lunch I had at my first time visit to Rama 5 yesterday on my mind. Portions so big I came out with a doggie bag. That doesn't usually happen when I go Thai.
Good food and the pleasure I am able to take in good company have just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Mystery illness/infection and its adverse affects gone, and a new and improved routine have just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
This is one of those reasons why we realize we really need to get another digital camera to replace our beloved one that bit the dust...
We've got a pond behind our house at which geese hang out and frequent. Don't really know how they do, but they do.
Well, this morning, as Hubby-Honey and I were enjoying our morning tea, I saw, emerging from the path to the pond, the "two regulars". But then, as I looked more closely, I saw with them six fluffballs moving along... goslings!
It was the most precious thing. We let Baby Girl sleep, but we figured Big Boy might find this sight most entertaining, so we woke him up.
He watched in wonder, and like everything else of late, had 20 questions for their every move. Hubby-Honey and I patiently took turns and responded to each one.
As we watched them from the window, my baby studying the Momma Goose's babies, and the Momma Goose instinctively, protectively watching us, I could have sworn, for a moment, we locked eyes with each other.
"Happy Mother's Day," I told her. And, if I were one to "speak goose", I'd imagine that she responded, "Right back at ya," in her squawk.
Moms--geese moms and otherwise--have just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Happy Mother's Day!
Frankly, this past week was a bit on the challenging side.
Thankfully, the Sunday before last I'd seen In Darfur at Horizon Theatre and was deeply moved by this play by Winter Miller. The theater gave out these wristbands, and after signing letters to legislators and picking up material, I was more than compelled to take a band and wear it.
Which was very timely, because as I went on to live out the rest of the week, when things weren't seemingly going my way, all I had to do was take a look at the green reminder on my right wrist.
Instantly I'd think, "OK, this isn't terrific, but, I'm not a woman living in Darfur, grieving a husband and son that have been murdered by the heartless madmen of the Janjaweed, or holding on for dear life after I and my daughter have been ambushed and gang-raped by said militia men while searching for firewood at night, or starving for just a bite to eat or a little water to take the taste of dry dirt out of my mouth after my whole village has been burned and reduced to nothing and all I have left are the tattered clothes on my broken body...
I know, not the most pleasant things to read about or consider on a Monday, but these are what many are dealing with today, right this moment. Bet they wish they didn't have to consider them either, but sadly, they do.
So last week, before I'd go to chugging straight from my big ol' bottle of "whine", I'd stop, look at my wrist, and instead say a prayer for the women in Darfur.
I got through, and though I really couldn't bring myself to blogging about it, I was able to count and think on those little things I do have that I sometimes take for granted.
And now, today, I have a promise of a new week. Last week, in retrospect, seems not so bad. Time heals. Mine were merely surface wounds of the flesh. For those in Darfur, they are more deeply of the spirit. To say it's going to take a little longer for them is an understatement.
So perhaps you'll join me in saying a prayer for them too, or learning a little more about their plight and doing something, anything, just to say, "I hear, and I want to help." Or, if you get the opportunity, go see In Darfur.
Who knows, maybe my experience of a not-so-fabulous last week was meant for me to have my say here now, so someone can be helped elsewhere later.
The reminder that sometimes, it's not all about me, has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Spring Fever, part III:
This time, as experienced by the males in my household, plus my brother visiting for the weekend...
Family sophomoric humor has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Spring fever, continued... Kirsten, don't hate me because it's 80 degrees today with sunshine. ;-)
Strolling with a friend down Main Street in historic Stone Mountain Village yesterday, we came across this sign in the window that we couldn't resist.
"Refreshing Peach Mango Iced Tea. Come in and try some!"
We did, and after paying a mere $5.33 for two large cups, we delighted in this nectar-of-the-gods tea that is still on my mind almost 24 hours later.
I'm trying to resist making the drive and getting some more today. I think I've found my Summer Love 2008 beverage already in spring.
Continental Coffee & Sweets, if it's got high fructose corn syrup in it, I don't want to know. You've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
I've got it. Bad.
Love, love this weather we've been enjoying in Atlanta. Perfect day for celebrating Earth Day.
Green goodness has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Having great friends is a wonderful thing. Having great friends who also read is the best thing ever. 'Cause they share things with me that I might have otherwise missed, and these are often things that speak to or resonate with me, and then I'm all the better for it.
I have a number of terrific friends who are readers (guess as they say, "like attracts like"), but today I'm thinking of one in particular who dropped some knowledge on me this past Sunday that I'm still chewing on, and I love that.
For keeping me real and simple, Traci, you've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
Happy 14th B-day, Ryan! Where did my baby godson go?!
Hello! Great to be back. Are you even still out there visiting? I hope so.
The Thanks Ranks blog and my corresponding email have been down for the last week due to a really lousy merger and acquisition of my old host by a new, very unhelpful one. We had to take matters into our own hands and go elsewhere.
So to my new friends at Bluehost and my tech-savvy Hubby-Honey who wears an 'S' on his chest under his pocket protector ;-), for getting me “live” again, you've just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
The Lion King roared into Atlanta last night, and Hubby-Honey and I got a chance to see it.
I first saw it on Broadway almost 5 years ago, but I was pregnant with Big Boy and more concerned with if I could hang on and wait 'til intermission before disturbing folks with my needing to make a run for the restroom. So it was nice to experience it this time around without such distractions.
Both times, I got so choked up at the opening scene. It's just... beautiful.
If you've never seen The Lion King and you get the chance, go. This gives you a sense of what it's like, but really, you have to be sitting in the midst of it to really get the full affect.
Getting a second chance to take in sheer pageantry and artistic brilliance has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
I rolled the dice, and got snake-eyes.
Actually, I got one eyebrow that's thinner than the other and an expression that looks half angry and half quizzical.
My lessons are:
1) A $4 eyebrow threading at a salon is NOT a better deal than a $15 eyebrow threading at a spa if you come out looking like the Joker.
2) You get what you pay for.
3) Wearing a paper bag over my head with the eye and mouth holes cut out is not going to work, because it scares my children.
4) It's only hair and it will (hopefully), over time, grow back.
Justifiction for returning the spa for the sake of my pleasant appearance has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
After being in New York since Thursday, helping his mom get wired with her new computer and easing her onto the information superhighway with the rest of us, Hubby-Honey has returned home safely.
Commence to Big Boy, Baby Girl and me doing a happy dance. Single moms: my hat's off to you.
Being reunited has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
This is courtesy of Big Boy and Baby Girl. Fair warning: it is going to play incessantly in your head after you hear it.
Rockin' out with my kids has just been added to The Thanks Ranks.
