29 February 2008
This is just an excuse to post on Leap Day... and to say, Happy 11 Months Munchkin!
Labels: big boy, my girl
28 February 2008
I'm no writer or poet by any means, but I like to dabble a bit. I've always loved language and words since I was little... even now I love just perusing dictionaries and thesauruses (is that even a word? maybe it's 'thesaurii', haha) for fun. Etymology is fascinating to me and always has been. So it's safe to assume that I like literature and poetry. And it's true, though I rarely grab for a writing apparatus myself and dare to pen something of my own. Maybe that's because I tend to take myself too seriously and strive to conjure up a flawless work of art every time I am semi-inspired. Or perhaps I limit myself and get stuck by attempting said 'work of art' in a meter, i.e. iambic pantameter, or maybe
dactylic hexameter, if to which you are unenlightened, Wikipedia (yay!) gives this brief explanation:
The most important Classical meter is the dactylic hexameter, the meter of Homer and Virgil. This form uses verses of six feet. The first four feet are dactyls, but can be spondees. The fifth foot is almost always a dactyl. The sixth foot is either a spondee or a trochee. The initial syllable of either foot is called the ictus, the basic "beat" of the verse. There is usually a caesura after the ictus of the third foot.
Yikes.
I have to admit, every time I hear the word 'poetry', images of dark, dramatic, and depressing themes spring to mind. Not that this is necessarily bad. There is a time and place for every emotion or experience to be shared, but we shouldn't overlook contentment, happiness and humour for the sake of sounding deep and profound. I certainly haven't exhausted the archives of poetry and literature in all of history, and certainly don't consider the above statements to serve as my blanket opinion on the subject. I just believe that perhaps, in the past, I've painted myself into a corner by trying too hard to fit into certain moulds of 'poetry'. What is exactly poetry anyway? *sigh* Okay, I digress.
The point of all that was to preface this: I found some old poems on a floppy that I wrote back in high school. I had completely forgotten about them. I wrote them on a whim and, for some reason, thought to save it. It's my favorite style of writing: haiku!
Monkey in a tree
Screeching like a wild banshee
Eats a banana
Yellow banana
Drop the peel onto the ground
Careless litterer
Elephant slips, falls
Onto his pachyderm rear
Wild laughter ensues
Like I said at the start, I'm no writer. ;)
26 February 2008
Temperatures above 0 C.
No warming up the van for 15 minutes.
No bundling up the kids like Eskimos every time we head outdoors.
Neighboorhood walks.
Going to the park.
Picnics.
Green grass and FLOWERS.
Barbeques.
No icy roads.
Cranking tunes with the windows rolled down.
Puddle jumping.
Bike rides.
Frisbee.
I can't wait. :)
22 February 2008
So I've been tapping into my inner creative genius (I know she's in there somewhere) to change this design once again. I don't know if I'm just never satisfied with what I end up with, or if I just like playing around and changing things up for the heck of it, just to see what all my options are. And it eats up
so much time. Seriously, I could look at blogs, websites, and photography for hours and hours. It's getting really bad. But anyway, this will get an extreme makeover very soon (I hope) once I get finished tweaking a couple things. I'll probably want to change it again in a couple weeks... though I really hope not, because I really like what I've got going.
Alright, laundry calls. Yay!
15 February 2008
Goo moe-meen!
Good morning!Hoe-shee my fwend!
Hershey is my friend.Patch eye Foofus so?
Can I watch Wishbone with my eye patch on?Goooooooooowesso!!
Presto! (a Super Why-ism)Yeddi, set, zeeeeee-app!!
Ready, set, zap! (another Super Why-ism)See see Anni baby!
Silly Annika!Awesome!
No translation needed for this one!And my favorite at the moment... dee-sish-uss!
Delicious!
Labels: big boy
14 February 2008
We should get jerseys
'Cause we make a good team
But yours would look better than mine
'Cause you're out of my league
And I know that it's so cliché
To tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new
Best day of my life
And everyone watching us
Just turns away with disgust
It's jealousy
They can see
That we've got it going on
And I'm rackin' my brain
For a new improved way
To let you know you're more to me
Than what I know how to say
You're okay
With the way
This is going to be
'Cause this is going to be
The best thing we've ever seen
If anyone could make me a better person, you could
All I gotta say is I must have done something good
You came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I must have done something right
I must have done something right
Maybe I'm just lucky
'Cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me
And I know that it's so cliché
To talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside
It's so very obvious
To everyone watching us
That we have got something real good going on
And I'm rackin' my brain
For a new improved way
To let you know you're more to me
Than what I know how to say
You're okay
With the way
This is going to be
'Cause this is going to be
The best thing we've ever seen
If anyone could make me a better person, you could
All I gotta say is I must have done something good
You came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I must have done something right
I must have done something right
~Relient K
12 February 2008
My newest favorite photo.
Labels: big boy, my girl
08 February 2008
Growing up, I always dreamed of having a little girl. And my wish came true. My beautiful, wonderful, joyous daughter... you're all I could hope for.
Labels: my girl
05 February 2008
A very productive day was had! I only had one thing I absolutely needed to accomplish today, and that was grocery shopping. I don't mind doing it, it's doing it in -30 that's not so great. With 2 kids in tow. But it is done, and I had everything unloaded from the van and (mostly) put away by noon. Then after I put the kids down for their nap, I had the dreaded after-shopping chore - putting the meat away. Blarg. It takes so long to do and my hands get all messy and slimy and I have to fiddle with that darned saran wrap but IT IS DONE and I feel relieved. I love the satisfaction of looking in the freezer afterwards and seeing it stocked full.
Now for something totally different. This morning it occurred to me that tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, so that got me thinking as to what I should give up for Lent. And I have no ideas. I mean, I
do have ideas, but they would be things nearly impossible to live without. I understand that that's the whole objective of Lent, but... I'm selfish! The first time, about 10 years ago, I gave up coffee. I don't think I could do it now! I gave up TV another time, and sweets/junk food/pop (that one was HARD). I tried giving up the internet once, but I failed miserably. Hmm. Well, I have a few more hours to decide... I'll pray about it and we'll see.
04 February 2008
I really do. It feels like a gigantic waste of time. The feeling of accomplishment and being productive lasts a couple days, sometimes only a few hours, before it's as messy as it was before. I never get to enjoy the fruits of my labour. And I don't like things to be overly messy, so I'm always cleaning and picking up after everyone. And the ugly reality is, if I don't do it, no one else will... and I'll end up living in clutter and filth forever. Ugh, it's frustrating. Plus it's deathly BORING to do day in day out. My least favorite (well, none of them are my favorite, but the one I dread the most) is cleaning the bathroom. It's grimy, dusty, there's soap scum on every conceivable surface, and hard water stains that need to be dissolved in the tub. GROSS. And although it's the smallest room in house, it takes the longest to clean. And the kicker is that it gets the dirtiest the quickest. I just cleaned it earlier today, and by tomorrow morning you'd think I hadn't touched a thing in there.
*sigh* The glamour of being a stay-at-home mom.
29 February 2008
This is just an excuse to post on Leap Day... and to say, Happy 11 Months Munchkin!
Labels: big boy, my girl
28 February 2008
I'm no writer or poet by any means, but I like to dabble a bit. I've always loved language and words since I was little... even now I love just perusing dictionaries and thesauruses (is that even a word? maybe it's 'thesaurii', haha) for fun. Etymology is fascinating to me and always has been. So it's safe to assume that I like literature and poetry. And it's true, though I rarely grab for a writing apparatus myself and dare to pen something of my own. Maybe that's because I tend to take myself too seriously and strive to conjure up a flawless work of art every time I am semi-inspired. Or perhaps I limit myself and get stuck by attempting said 'work of art' in a meter, i.e. iambic pantameter, or maybe
dactylic hexameter, if to which you are unenlightened, Wikipedia (yay!) gives this brief explanation:
The most important Classical meter is the dactylic hexameter, the meter of Homer and Virgil. This form uses verses of six feet. The first four feet are dactyls, but can be spondees. The fifth foot is almost always a dactyl. The sixth foot is either a spondee or a trochee. The initial syllable of either foot is called the ictus, the basic "beat" of the verse. There is usually a caesura after the ictus of the third foot.
Yikes.
I have to admit, every time I hear the word 'poetry', images of dark, dramatic, and depressing themes spring to mind. Not that this is necessarily bad. There is a time and place for every emotion or experience to be shared, but we shouldn't overlook contentment, happiness and humour for the sake of sounding deep and profound. I certainly haven't exhausted the archives of poetry and literature in all of history, and certainly don't consider the above statements to serve as my blanket opinion on the subject. I just believe that perhaps, in the past, I've painted myself into a corner by trying too hard to fit into certain moulds of 'poetry'. What is exactly poetry anyway? *sigh* Okay, I digress.
The point of all that was to preface this: I found some old poems on a floppy that I wrote back in high school. I had completely forgotten about them. I wrote them on a whim and, for some reason, thought to save it. It's my favorite style of writing: haiku!
Monkey in a tree
Screeching like a wild banshee
Eats a banana
Yellow banana
Drop the peel onto the ground
Careless litterer
Elephant slips, falls
Onto his pachyderm rear
Wild laughter ensues
Like I said at the start, I'm no writer. ;)
26 February 2008
Temperatures above 0 C.
No warming up the van for 15 minutes.
No bundling up the kids like Eskimos every time we head outdoors.
Neighboorhood walks.
Going to the park.
Picnics.
Green grass and FLOWERS.
Barbeques.
No icy roads.
Cranking tunes with the windows rolled down.
Puddle jumping.
Bike rides.
Frisbee.
I can't wait. :)
22 February 2008
So I've been tapping into my inner creative genius (I know she's in there somewhere) to change this design once again. I don't know if I'm just never satisfied with what I end up with, or if I just like playing around and changing things up for the heck of it, just to see what all my options are. And it eats up
so much time. Seriously, I could look at blogs, websites, and photography for hours and hours. It's getting really bad. But anyway, this will get an extreme makeover very soon (I hope) once I get finished tweaking a couple things. I'll probably want to change it again in a couple weeks... though I really hope not, because I really like what I've got going.
Alright, laundry calls. Yay!
15 February 2008
Goo moe-meen!
Good morning!Hoe-shee my fwend!
Hershey is my friend.Patch eye Foofus so?
Can I watch Wishbone with my eye patch on?Goooooooooowesso!!
Presto! (a Super Why-ism)Yeddi, set, zeeeeee-app!!
Ready, set, zap! (another Super Why-ism)See see Anni baby!
Silly Annika!Awesome!
No translation needed for this one!And my favorite at the moment... dee-sish-uss!
Delicious!Labels: big boy
14 February 2008
We should get jerseys
'Cause we make a good team
But yours would look better than mine
'Cause you're out of my league
And I know that it's so cliché
To tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new
Best day of my life
And everyone watching us
Just turns away with disgust
It's jealousy
They can see
That we've got it going on
And I'm rackin' my brain
For a new improved way
To let you know you're more to me
Than what I know how to say
You're okay
With the way
This is going to be
'Cause this is going to be
The best thing we've ever seen
If anyone could make me a better person, you could
All I gotta say is I must have done something good
You came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I must have done something right
I must have done something right
Maybe I'm just lucky
'Cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me
And I know that it's so cliché
To talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside
It's so very obvious
To everyone watching us
That we have got something real good going on
And I'm rackin' my brain
For a new improved way
To let you know you're more to me
Than what I know how to say
You're okay
With the way
This is going to be
'Cause this is going to be
The best thing we've ever seen
If anyone could make me a better person, you could
All I gotta say is I must have done something good
You came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I must have done something right
I must have done something right
~Relient K
12 February 2008
My newest favorite photo.
Labels: big boy, my girl
08 February 2008
Growing up, I always dreamed of having a little girl. And my wish came true. My beautiful, wonderful, joyous daughter... you're all I could hope for.
Labels: my girl
05 February 2008
A very productive day was had! I only had one thing I absolutely needed to accomplish today, and that was grocery shopping. I don't mind doing it, it's doing it in -30 that's not so great. With 2 kids in tow. But it is done, and I had everything unloaded from the van and (mostly) put away by noon. Then after I put the kids down for their nap, I had the dreaded after-shopping chore - putting the meat away. Blarg. It takes so long to do and my hands get all messy and slimy and I have to fiddle with that darned saran wrap but IT IS DONE and I feel relieved. I love the satisfaction of looking in the freezer afterwards and seeing it stocked full.
Now for something totally different. This morning it occurred to me that tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, so that got me thinking as to what I should give up for Lent. And I have no ideas. I mean, I
do have ideas, but they would be things nearly impossible to live without. I understand that that's the whole objective of Lent, but... I'm selfish! The first time, about 10 years ago, I gave up coffee. I don't think I could do it now! I gave up TV another time, and sweets/junk food/pop (that one was HARD). I tried giving up the internet once, but I failed miserably. Hmm. Well, I have a few more hours to decide... I'll pray about it and we'll see.
04 February 2008
I really do. It feels like a gigantic waste of time. The feeling of accomplishment and being productive lasts a couple days, sometimes only a few hours, before it's as messy as it was before. I never get to enjoy the fruits of my labour. And I don't like things to be overly messy, so I'm always cleaning and picking up after everyone. And the ugly reality is, if I don't do it, no one else will... and I'll end up living in clutter and filth forever. Ugh, it's frustrating. Plus it's deathly BORING to do day in day out. My least favorite (well, none of them are my favorite, but the one I dread the most) is cleaning the bathroom. It's grimy, dusty, there's soap scum on every conceivable surface, and hard water stains that need to be dissolved in the tub. GROSS. And although it's the smallest room in house, it takes the longest to clean. And the kicker is that it gets the dirtiest the quickest. I just cleaned it earlier today, and by tomorrow morning you'd think I hadn't touched a thing in there.
*sigh* The glamour of being a stay-at-home mom.
Jamie said... Melissa! AWESOME SITE!! You are SUCH a good writer and photographer - keep going cuz you are talented girly!! Your kids are the bomb! Jamie. -- March 03, 2008 1:07 PM
