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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

My little man...growing up too fast.

Isaac is 1 year 10 months and 6 days old...according to my lillypie ticker! Today he is a chatterbox. Mr. Bossy pants is his nickname. He tells me "bless you" when I sneeze. Says "u okay?" when I cough. Says "scuse you" when you are in his way. Says "stuck" when something won't budge. He likes to draw...everywhere...including his dad's big screen tv. He can draw a circle and identify it. He can draw a heart (sortof) and says "heart". He will identify a triangle and knows quite a few colors. As far as counting goes, he says "1-2-1-2". It's a start! He loves to watch PBS-Elmo, Clifford, Sid the Science Kid, Sesame Street, Dragon Tales, & Curious George. He is obsessed with Finding Nemo. He watches it everyday I mean everysingledayconstantly. I am not kidding. My husband now quotes the movie randomly. I am nemoed out. Isaac loves to go to the park. He can climb the rock-climbing wall (big boy) and loves to slide and play in the sandbox. His favorite, though, is making friends with other kids. He's in that phase right now where everything is "mine". He even argues with the kitty cats and his reflection over toys. He will say "no, mine" to invisible people. He enjoys this game. I can't wait to see how school is going to go next month with me as his teacher...Yaaay.

Following my ancestors' footprints...

Okay, I stayed up until 1 a.m. perusing Ebay. Geesh. I'd rather have a cigarette or alcohol addiction, I think. Nah. Well, maybe my husband would prefer that. I just love to look through the craft section at the materials and dream about what I could make. I found lots of neat fabric. Cool stuff. I bid and won on a few. Now my imagination will have to make a tangible item because I will have this fabric in my possession soon. I feel drawn to quilting. My mother recently gave me a quilt hand-sewn my my great-grandmother. OMG. It was supposed to be my birthday present (coming up this Thurday, blah). You have no idea what that gift meant to me. I feel that I want to carry on that tradition. To make things to pass down to future generations...to leave a piece of myself behind. I just need to learn how to sew...funny, though, because one of my neighbors makes quilts. She's retired from LSU. She offered recently to teach me to sew. Is this path laid out in black and white or what?!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Collective Unconscious

"In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty...Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another." --Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

Reading old comments, found one from a random stranger, she shares this quote

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Marianne Williamson

Bloganizing.

Wow, what a feat. I am "moving". Packing up. Moving shop. "Bloganizing." My new word. I am organizing all of my randomness, thoughts, insights, rants, poetry, everything into this here blog. I realize now that I have been writing for years. Wow. It's all part of organizing my mind in order to get order bestowed outwardly in my life. This is time-consuming, but a necessary step for me. Good bye frazzled Christine, hello mrs. put-to-gether!

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

IF – Rudyard Kipling

Words to live your life by!


IF – Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;


If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!


Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Spaceship & Malaysia Dream

Wow! Amazing dream I awoke from. I am asked to go on a mission. My professor is the organizer. I really don't understand it or why I am involved. I have to go to this convention in outer space? Weird. Why? It's me and a group of people. One of the girls with us is so obnoxious and immature. She continues to get on my nerves throughout the dream. We are simple people. Most of us undeducated. We have college degrees, but we are still uneducated. The convention is for scientists or intellectuals. I'm not sure who they are but they are SMART people. My professor tells me that I have to quickly write down some talking points and illustrate it on paper. I'm confused. He tells me what to call the project. I keep forgetting the name in my dream. It is something in french. Ma Juno. Something. I keep trying to figure out what it means and why I have to call my project that. I think it's "My June" or something. I kept trying to pronounce it with a French accent to see if that helped me understand it, but no. I was assigned a room to change in and given clothes to wear. They belonged to my professor (woman version of him). They were his handmedowns. Our group all must wear them for some reason despite them not being our correct size. I wondered why we had to do all of this, it was silly. It didn't make sense. As we walked into the spaceship, the convention participants were there socializing. An older Indian man sees me and comes my way. I am nervous. What if he asks me questions that I cannot answer? I cannot quite make out what he's saying. He asks if I'm a malskjdfoiuaeiru. Huh? I don't say it though, I pretend I know what he's talking about. I smile, laugh, say "yes" and he looks at me and says I don't look like a maldiufoaueoriuaoweur. He's onto me. As I walk away I think that I should have asked him playfully what one is supposed to look like. I go to my room and try to work on my assignment. I'm supposed to be writing, but find it difficult because I'm too rushed. The professor is anxious and is trying to get all of us out to the convention. I guess he rounded us up and hurried us here to be his entourage to show off to his collegues. It feels as if we had no choice in being here, as if we are prisoners. But why isn't he explaining to us WHY we are here? It would make everyone look a lot more competent if we were given some sort of explanation and background information. I congratulate myself on the quick getaway from the Indian man earlier, but know that I can't elude him forever. I still have to go back out there(for what I don't know) and may need to know what I'm talking about. I have no way of knowing what I need to know. Noone is telling me anything. No one knows. I use construction paper for my project. It is messy and childlike. I can't even read my cursive. It's a mess. I'm hoping this isn't anything that anyone is going to be looking at. How am I supposed to write about something that I have not studied or been taught? Am I just supposed to make it up? I see other people's projects and they see mine. Some of theirs is on poster boards with colorful graphs and neatly written explanations. I look at mine and wonder why I can't write legibly or understand the task at hand. The Indian man comes over. He starts to talk to me, but I feel that if I speak my charade will be revealed. He'll know that I don't belong here and all will be exposed. Who knows what will happen? I panic and pull him to me and kiss his mouth. YUCK! I am so disgusted. He is surprised but does not push me away. I am in his bed. I change my mind and pretend to be asleep so he will go away. The bed is in the middle of the convention. I'm telling some of my group about it, kind of bragging about how I dealt with him. Why did I do that? Gross! My group asks how in the world I ended up there. It seemed like a perfectly logical way to thwart his attention for some reason. I find out the Indian is some sort of espionage agent. He does work that is involved with putting disease into human bones. I find this very alarming. I wonder if I don't understand and he's the type of person that is experimenting for the sake of healing people. Or does he do this to harm them? Is he a terrorist? I am even more disgusted with myself because I kissed his disgusting mouth. The convention is over. Our tasks are complete. Our group leaves. The obnoxious girl is so loud that I feel she will blow our cover before we get out of the door. I notice that the convention women are gathering in a dining hall. They are dressed like politicians. They are all short with short hair wearing plain business skirt suits. I am so happy to leave this place and can't get out of there fast enough. I want to put my own clothes back on. I am FREE! I look for a bathroom. I need to go and I need a shower. I want to get out of these clothes that aren't mine and don't fit properly. I see a baby kitten. It looks like our Himalayan when she was a baby. It's scared to death and growls at me when I try to pet it. I see a little boy with another kitten and try to get the scared one over to him. A guy in my group comes out of his room angry. He said he came back from the convention and "they" had gone in his room and took his dog out, put him on a leash and locked him in the bathroom. The dog is loud and obnoxious. It sees the kittens and tries to get them, but the leash holds him back. I wonder why "they" would put his dog in there, but I really just want him to take it away. It is too loud and it wants to hurt the kittens. Now we can explore this place we are in. I contemplate how much easier it would have been had the professor explained what the convention was about, what our roles were and why he needed us there. I thought he was smarter than the situation he put us in.

So this is where last nights dream turns around. I get to start exploring this "outerspace" place. I make my way outside. I really need to go to the bathroom. There is an open toilet. It is old and had no walls, just beams. Anyone can see you. I go to use it and notice the landscape. You can see rolling green hills and all sorts of little animals. It is BEAUTIFUL. "Where am I?" I muse. I see these beautiful birds (see picture) and miniature, spotted deer looking creatures running around. It is magical. A black woman and her daughter walk by carrying a basket with a bird on hatching eggs. The eggs are kind of like the above picture (my husband and I witnessed these eggs hatching on our honeymoon in Mexico...amazing!), but the little feathers were more like peacock colors. I wonder how they are going to take this on the plane with them. There is no cage. Are you supposed to take animals out of Malaysia (apparently this is where we are)? Isn't there some sort of law prohibiting this? There is an old man sitting and working with some artificacts. I think he's an archaeologist. I stand watching him turn over an object in his hand. It looks like a piece of armour perhaps. The part that held the sword. There are train tracks behind us and a passenger train comes by. It is open on top, kind of like coal cars and the people are standing as they are being transported. They are all men. Asian looking. Dark-skinned. Except one. He's more native american looking. He has long salt and pepper hair. He's kind of edgy. He wants to know why I am judging him. I just tell him I can tell he's native american. He relaxes. A young guy takes a looooooong stick, toothpick skinny and holds it up to my chin from the train. He's bossing me. I self-assuredly tell him something, calling him out for being a bully. He jumps down and takes me out of view of the men in the train and says "listen, I like you, but I have an image I have to keep." I tell him I understand, he's new and he thinks he has to act a certain way, blah blah blah. The meeting ends good-naturedly. I go back inside and their are women at a counter. It's a gift shop. I look around to see if there is anything that I want to buy. I see some seeds on a back shelf, kind of out of the way. I say I want those. They look like pumpkin seeds. The girl at the counter says "oh, these, you can have them" they are half rotted. They become orange seeds. I love them. I picture what they can be. I know I can help them grow into a wonderful garden. I accept them and go off happily. I am now riding in the train taking a tour of this beautiful land. I notice all of the ornate architecture. It's kind of like ruins. The old and new mixed together. But there are scrolled columns and murals mixed in with the decrepid city. I am in awe. I am taking pictures with my camera but it will not capture what my eyes see. It fails to work properly anyway. I don't want to miss any part of it. The tour guide talks about how it is a mystery where this all comes from. It is unstable but has been here as long as anyone can remember. Something about the ornate artwork and scrolls being Italian comes to mind. I don't care, I just don't want to forget anything. I wake up (darn).

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Public Tantrums

Okay, I need some help here. My son will NOT sit in the shopping cart when we go to the store. My husband usually goes to get groceries, etc. for us because of this. We thought we'd try it out today and it was awful. He screamed bloody murder like we were killing him. People were stopping to look at him. I ended up taking him around Wal-Mart to look at things while my husband did the shopping. I'm at my wits end. Is this going to pass or is my son a spoiled brat?!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Pieces From Me: My Home Management Binder

This lady is my hero!

Pieces From Me: My Home Management Binder

Sleep deprivation and ant bites

Okay, should an almost two-year-old be waking up 5 times in the middle of the night?! What gives? Maybe he subconsciously knows we have been talking about having another baby and wants to remind us of what he was like as a newborn...or maybe it's the ant bites on his feet, poor baby. They have taken over his playground. I keep putting cortisone cream on but, of course, it wipes off as he rolls around in bed. I am sleep deprived and a disorganized mess right now.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Scholastic Website for Teachers

I came across this site and LOVE it. We've all heard of scholastic, right? Well, if you are a teacher they offer FREE classroom home pages! It's a great way to communicate with parents and to keep them up-to-date with the daily happenings and provide resources for them outside of the classroom. I love that it is password protected so that only the parents have access to the site. No worries about posting pictures of their children or scary people getting their information! Let me know if you check it out and love it too!
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