Monday, October 31, 2011

Trick or Trick?!?!?!

- Superman-ballerina-happy witch -

When did dressing up as a nurse become dressing up as a slutty nurse or a super hero become super tight, super slutty, super sexy?  How is this in any way appropriate, and why do we as parents allow it to continue? What kind of message are we sending our daughters when we send them out in these costumes?  What does this say about us as a society? Why can't we slow down the growing up process and hold on to the innocence? Our girls need better role models. Stronger figureheads. More imagination less exploitation. 
I vow to you my girls and to all the little girls in my life- to not send you out in slutty witch/superhero costumes.To not buy those costumes.  To encourage you to be creative and imaginative.  To use your brains instead of your looks.  To embrace your female powers. To stand up for yourselves and not hide behind society's depiction of you.  I will do my best to instil confidence and self love. To be the change I want to see.  Your example to follow.  
Until then I can only hope that Superman-Ballerina - Happy Witch will continue to believe that the sky is the limit.

Sunday, October 23, 2011


Home staging as described by Wikipedia: The act of preparing a private residence for sale in the real estate marketplace. The goal of staging is to make a home appealing to the highest number of potential buyers, thereby selling a property more swiftly and for more money..
My definition: Hide all the shit you don't want anyone to see and pretend like you live a life void of clutter and chaos.  Pretend that your two small children don't play with toys or make messes. Pretend like your bed always looks that way, and that you have fresh flowers in EVERY room EVERY day.  
Is staging your house necessary? Does it matter if my sheets are wrinkled and there is a fire truck in my kitchen? That you can't eat off the floor of my GARAGE?. That the leaves actually fall from the tree? If selling your house is the objective - yes.
After a weekend filled with rearranging furniture, painting walls, taking down family photos - putting up "neutral" ones - stripping our house of that trademark "Albertson" warmth, I am left feeling a little sad.  If we do too good a job someone might like our house enough to buy it.  Then what???  Then we have no house? Then we have to leave?  Leave our beautiful home.  A home that it has taken us just this long to make a home.  A home that has been host to countless parties and family gatherings -  The meeting place for our nearest and dearest.  So many happy times.  Momentous occasions  - milestone birthdays, first words, first steps.  Friendships rekindled and a deeper love found. A place that I and I think we called "home". 
Beds covered in soft cuddly teddy bears. Walls filled with beautiful pictures of our family - Bath tub and basement filled with toys - shelves filled with wonderful books. Vanished.  Staged.
I am thankful for the time we have spent here, and am kept moving forward with the knowledge that the love, laughter and memories can't be staged and will follow us wherever we go.

PS - Anyone want to buy a house?

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


For just a day. No I needs. No I wants. No please mommy's. To be the anonymous person in the room that no one needs or wants.  The person that can go about the day with not a care in the world. Do whatever she wants. Go wherever her heart takes her.  No lunches to make.  No shoes to tie. No diapers to change. A day filled with no obligations. No deadlines. No demands. A day to do nothing or everything.  A day to be selfish - not selfless.
Ignorant of it's existence, that time has passed.  Happy to have had it. Thankful that it no longer exists. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Aren't we Lucky

A wonderful man.  He touched our lives in so many ways.  He made us smile.  He made us laugh. He made us think.  He inspired us to live. To fight. To follow our dreams. The glass always half full. Lemons in to lemonade. Self pity- a four letter word. A wise man. A kind man. A loving man.
Loved. Admired. Inspired. 
Lie on the grass.  Look up to the sky. Aren't we lucky to have known you.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Goodbye Crappy Day

A crappy day. Dark. Rainy. Cold. Cranky children.  Cranky mommy. My daughter picks up my husbands harmonica and learns to play.  Goodbye crappy day.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Sound of my Children's Laughter

Nothing is better.  Nothing makes me smile more.  Nothing gives me such inner peace. It is the sound of pure bliss.  When you hear it you know that all is well in the world, at least for that moment.  When you hear it you know that they are happy, safe and loved. Add in the deep sound of my husbands laugh, my heart melts. On the darkest of days with the lowest of moods, it is the tonic that feeds my soul.  The medicine that the doctor would surely order. Today I need that sound.  So today I get that sound. Thank you.