Friday, May 29, 2009
I found him at the Long Beach Outdoor Antiques and Collectibles Market that takes place on the 3rd Sunday of the month in Long Beach, CA.
He was haphazardly thrown on a blanket with various other gee-gaws. I almost walked on by, but then I saw HIM. I stopped dead in my tracks. I gazed into his big, perpetually surprised, eyelidless felt eyes.
I picked him up. Those hand stitched features.
The funky acrylic beard. The brown boots. Who doesn't love brown boots?
I had to have him.
Quickly feigning a detached sort of interest, I nonchalantly picked him up and asked the guy in charge of the blanket strewn area how much. I held my breath. How much would I spend? $20? $30?
"Three bucks," the man said.
Blink. Someone at some time MADE him. Three bucks???
I tried very hard not to dance for joy, as that might have tipped the gent off that I was getting (in my own mind, remember) the bargain of the century.
We completed our transaction and I lovingly placed Ralphie in the basket on my bike. I giggled half of the way home.
He now occupies a wee nook to the left of my computer monitor. A sort of constant companion in the studio, I guess one could say.
My husband thinks I am insane. But he loves me enough to share his space with my odd finds and my boxes 'o' junk that I use in my work, which means that he must truly, truly love me as well. It balances out, don't you think?
Until next time, happy bargain hunting!
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Granted, it is a great workout...for those people who can actually follow basic dance steps. And I can do all of the leg lifts, punches, and footwork. Just not together.
I have found that I am a danger to people, pets, small children and furniture. It is just not right. The cat sees me move the coffee table and runs to hide under the bed until the music stops.
Attempting Tae Bo reminds me of the early 90's when I thought I would jump on the club fitness bandwagon. I became the proud owner of an official gym membership that was automatically deducted from my bank account on a monthly basis so that when I realized I was a) totally clumsy and b) not likely to use it half of the time, I would be under contractual obligation to continue.
I was so excited! It was going to be fun! And it WAS until I actually went to the gym.
It was bad enough that all of the girls with the perfect bods were in every class that fit my schedule, but I just could not get the hang of ANY of it. If they were moving left, I was going right. If they were moving up on the step, I was coming down. If they were criss-crossing forward, I was stepping on my shoelaces.
And forget trying to hide in the back. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. One of the instructors, subconsciously sensing my distress, used to switch the back to the front and front to the back. My attempts at fading into the background were useless. I ended up step tapping from side to side for most of the class, trying not to bump into anyone.
And, unlike the lovely little lycra outfits on most of the fit, firm gals, my boyfriend's sweatpants would bunch up on me in the most unattractive way at the least opportune times. Blah.
It was then that I discovered treadmills. LOVE them. No skill required, other than walking, of course. Even I can walk. Most of the time. Sheesh! The the whole sweatpant bunching thing became a non-issue.
Does any of this really matter in the big scheme of things? No. But it is a sad, sad day when I am alone in the living room with a DVD I have done dozens of times and can still, on occasion, have the fleeting sensation that I am a clutsy dink.
I do know that, should I ever join another gym, I would just do my own thing in the back of the class and chuckle. Steps, schmeps. I am there, right?
What I realize now that I didn't realize then is that no one cares that I am a lame-o. And if for some odd reason they did care, it wouldn't matter anyway.
That is the best thing that comes along with aging.
Time for a cookie. Or two.
Until next time, happy tripping.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
You'll have to pardon Squints. He is a little bit angry and a lot bit jaded. You would be, too, if your creator thought it funny to give you only one eye.
It's bad enough to be super tiny, but to be tiny and have one of your better features removed? Unforgivable.
He was supposed to be a two eyed "cute" little bear, but I liked the grumpy countenance so much that I just had to leave it be.
Given the look on his face, I don't think I will be forgiven any time soon. He is looking to move in with that Blythe hottie. She will understand his sensitive side and give him a cuddle or two regardless of his physical appearance.
Squints is one inch when seated, a scant 1.5 inches when standing. He is thread jointed and can move all of his limbs and his head. Head movement makes it easier to scowl at everyone.
Until next time, happy creating!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I can't decide if it is creepy cool or just creepy.
Here's looking at you, kid!
Until next time, happy coffee consumption!
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
That is why this morning set off my alarm bells.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
My children are great little people, truly they are. But they had fallen into a bad pattern. I called it the
"Hey! Don't worry about it! Mom will pick it up/scrub it/put it away/sew it/buy it/pack it/tug it/tuck it/find it/remember it/fix it/take care of it so we don't have to!"
Gets old quick, no? Laziness is a pet peeve and kids who expect something for nothing work my last nerve. Gratitude it good.
What a difference in attitude! The kids are motivated and self monitoring! They are looking for additional chores to add, since it makes the list look "longer" and they then feel as if they have been more helpful. The youngest, in fact, is the best about checking his list throughout the day and making sure he is on track.
The oldest, who is very busy with a play right now, has even expressed REGRET that she has not been able to get all of her chores done but assures me she will "make up for it" on the weekend. (Whether or not that comes to pass, at least I feel as though she has given the matter a little thought! Much better!)
The middle guy, my pleaser, has been quietly picking up his sister's slack. I make sure to give him lots of kudos. It is heartwarming. And helpful! I am in a much better mood now that I am not cleaning up the same messes over and over with little respect or appreciation. Another great side benefit is that the kids are now saying things like, "Can't we just all use one glass all day long so there are less dishes to do?" and "Rinse the toothpaste out of the sink! It is too hard to clean when it dries in there."
Another added bonus? Less arguing. They have less time (or perhaps they are too tired) to bother yakking at one another. They still have a few minor skirmishes, but less than before. Hooray for improvement!
Hope everyone has a lovely weekend! Until next time, happy crafting, happy parenting, and happy life!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Speaking of out of doors, today was a miracle. As I walked to pick up my youngest from preschool, I smelled something amazing in the air. Was it someone doing their laundry? A new perfume?
It was Spring. The smell was a combination of the spicy cleanliness of a eucalyptus and the sultry musk of jasmine. Intoxicating! I actually had to pause and just breathe for a few beats. What a wonderful gift to have received today!
Hope everyone is doing well.
Until next time, happy crafting!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Yep, Spring has definitely sprung in our neck of the woods! Here is what my kids affectionately call the "bee tree", though it is really more of a large shrub.
This time of year you can hear the tree before you see it. Once the morning is warm enough, they arrive by the hundreds-bees, bees and more bees.
Their little legs start to look like old fashioned cowboys' chaps, all puffy and plump. Sometimes they are so laden with pollen that the list and bump when trying to fly. Very cute.
Looking at them in this way makes me wonder why I was so scared of them when I was a child.
I also have a sneaking suspicion that the large number of our little friends is what has made such a difference in the amount of plums our tree is making. It looks like another bumper crop year!
That's it for now. Just a quick observation during a lunchtime break.
Happy day to all!