Winter Sign
And this, on our bedroom window this morning
"There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself." ~Ruth Stout
Self Portrait Challenge
(January's challenge: resolutions)
It Snows And We Watch Star Wars
and have popcorn with the Boobettes
(with bonus brain spew)
~finally, it snows and looks like January here! The beauty of the family bed in winter is you can keep the heat at 55 at night and know that everyone is warm and toasty.
~ the ugliness of the family bed is the pirate breath.
~I now have a new passport!
~The turd-slingers at cheaptickets.com have made an error and refuse to correct it as I have no proof of a discussion we had when I called a month ago. I am working with my CC company to dispute the charges. I will go to Paris and I will NOT over pay.(hmph!)
~speaking of the small and semi-brainless; we have been buying and eating prawns galore! This is the prawn season in the Northeast and you can buy them with shells on for only .99 per pound.
They are heavenly.
~I am seeing all of the Star Wars movies with Jesse and loving them! The only one I saw in the 70's was the very first one and so they are all new to me. Luke is still infinately cuter than Han and the whole thing reminds me of my mega-passionate-desire for Wonder Bread back then because it had Star Wars bubble gum cards in it. My mother never bought Wonder Bread because it was made of glue and paste and white flour. I still want my Star Wars cards.
~still have not been inside a Starbucks, although I had a very close call on Friday.
~I am thinking about the boobettes and how happy they make me and how wonderful it is to just do what you love and have your kids nearby while they read and play and build things and ask questions and sing songs with you. How wonderful for them to see their mother following her heart and unschooling herself.
Really, you could say I am doing it all for the children 
(yessss, that's it)
pregnancy is beautiful in any color
Brain Spew!
Heard Recently:
Maybe she should have suggested one of these:
(I found this ad in an old Life magazine from the 70's)
Sundays are good.
Enough About Me, Let's Talk About ME
Do you ever have those days where life feels crammed; there is so much busy-ness around you and not one moment for stillness? I had one of those days today.
Everyone rambled around me, hungry for something, everything, nothing.
and I forgot to feed myself.
It makes me feel compressed. Yes, that's it. Squished.
Like This.
if I can stay awake until smallish ones fall asleep tonight the couch is mine, all mine.
And there will be no room for anyone else thankyouverymuch.
(whimper)
Self Portrait Challenge
(January's challenge: take a self-portrait of your resolutions)
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As I have said before, I am not one to make resolutions.
However, I always have small things I am hoping to change in my life and now is no exception.
I would like to find more time to be silent.
At the end of the day, when small ones are sleeping, I would like to learn how to relax in full silence;
no music, no singing, no books on tape, no movies
just clean and quiet thoughts.
I am unsure what I might find there, but am willing to try
and see.
"In a nutshell, people whose lives are hard, boring, painful, meaningless -- people who suffer -- tend to resent those who seem to suffer less than they do, and will make them suffer if they can. People who feel themselves in chains, with no hope of ever getting them off, want to put chains on everyone else."
~John Holt, "Teach Your Own", Introduction.
Yes, indeed.
Self Portrait Challenge
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January's challenge is to take pictures of your resolutions for 2007 but since I am not making any resolutions, I am going to use this post to review the past year of self portraits.
It amazes me how much this process of capturing my outsides really helps me to look more deeply within.
And I am learning to love what I find there.
Dear Derek Jeter,
Please excuse the brevity and curt tone of this note; I have something I have been meaning to discuss with you for some time and I can no longer keep my thoughts to myself.
I am not your biggest fan; as a life-long Red Sox lover I am not allowed to even consider any form of camaraderie with a New York Yankee. Additionally, you seem a bit smug and that smirk of yours always ruffles my feathers.
So, would you please stop showing up in my dreams?!!!
This means no more trampolines and fast cars and bar bronco riding, no more prom dresses and whoopie pies and grocery store rendezvous. No more coming up behind me in the library, no more applying makeup to my face, no more giggling at the bus stop, no hanky-panky in national museums, none of it.
It must stop.
Besides, people might talk.
kisses!, fondly,
Julie
Everyday Clothes
(now playing, I dare you not to boogie!!)
Going to a party and she's wondering what's the way
I said look why don't you just wear what you'd wear everyday
You know T-shirt
You know Sweatshirt
You know Cut off shorts you know those
Plain old everyday clothes
She had a black dress that I remember still
But in her ordinary clothes she was dressed to kill
I loved her
I loved her
At first sight I suppose
But I couldn't have loved her more than in her plain old everyday clothes
Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
Starting going soft and I started to flirt
Jeans and something that didn't fit right
Oh, but I loved her, at first sight
Now she's in something from the hardware store
But Pierre Cardin and Fiarrucci could've done no more
Cause I loved her, I loved her
Cause that's the way it goes
And I loved her even more in her plain old everyday clothes
Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
Starting going soft and I started to flirt
Jeans and something that didn't fit right
Oh, but I loved her, at first sight
Now she's in something that she's put on by chance
But when I fell in love, when I fell in love it plain made no difference
I loved her, I loved her
Since every angel knows
And I loved her more in just her plain old everyday clothes
Jeans and a sweater
Jeans and a shirt
I started going soft and I started to flirt
Jeans and something from the second hand
Well remember what I said about Pierre Cardin
Jeans and something from the hardware store
Well the italian boys could've done no more
~Jonathan Richman
I'm off to pull on the jeans and turtleneck I wore yesterday...
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