Monday, June 28, 2010

Saturday morning

Austin and I sat in the pepper tree.
Under the branches and behind the curtain of leaves.

We listened to the bees buzzing.
Dozens buzzing, but only a few to be seen.

I tried to explain about bees and honey and flowers and pollen.
Four-year-olds don’t care about symbiotic relationships.

After we’d been quiet for a few minutes, the birds came to join us.

Our tummies told us it was time to go inside for lunch.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Days Like This

Days Like This by Van Morrison

When it's not always raining
there'll be days like this
When there's no one complaining
there'll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this

When you don't need to worry
there'll be days like this
When no one's in a hurry
there'll be days like this
When you don't get betrayed by that old Judas kiss
Oh my mama told me there'll be days like this

When you don't need an answer
there'll be days like this
When you don't meet a chancer
there'll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit
Then I must remember there'll be days like this

When everyone is up front and they're not playing tricks
When you don't have no freeloaders out to get their kicks
When it's nobody's business the way that you wanna live
I just have to remember there'll be days like this

When no one steps on my dreams
there'll be days like this
When people understand what I mean
there'll be days like this
When you ring out the changes of how everything is
Well my mama told me there'll be days like this

Oh my mama told me
There'll be days like this

To whom it may concern

You know how language belongs to all of us, and changes occur gradually with general use over time? I have a proposal for your consideration and I would appreciate your support. We need to change the name of the letter W.

This is already happening on a sort of grassroots level in the professional internet 'biz'. Nobody wants to say double-u-double-u-double-u, a thousand times a day when referring to web site addresses. It’s a mouthful! We (the professionals) almost all say dub-dub-dub. I wasn’t the first person to think of it. In fact the first time I heard it said in a webinar, light bulbs and whistles went off in my head and I stopped listening to the presentation. I thought it was fucking brilliant! No, I didn’t think of it; but I do want to actively support this movement.

W (currently generally pronounced double-u) is the ONLY letter in the English alphabet whose name has more than one syllable. This is an unnecessary waste of [my] time. If we could agree to pronounce W as dub even in general use it would benefit us all.

Granted, we would have to rework the Alphabet Song just a little, but I think it would be worth it in the long run.

Sincerely,
Steph(anie)
Blogger, Unsweet Mama, by night, college webmaster by day.

Monday, June 21, 2010

my baby's not a baby anymore

Four years old. It goes so fast, doesn't it?

He got his present a little early over the weekend. A big boy bike! (With training wheels.)

He is very serious about wearing a helmet.

Just don't expect him to get anywhere real fast just yet :)

Happy Birthday baby boy. Right now you LOVE all things Toy Story, The Last Airbender, and Thomas. You know several Dr. Seuss books by heart. You LOVE to go in the pool and have told me repeatedly that your next pair of shoes should be Skechers. When you are asked to do something to don't want to do (like go to bed) you very politely say "no thank you."

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Mason Jennings - I Love You and Buddha Too

If I had a church, this would be the song for it.

Monday, June 14, 2010

landlocked

Austin has never seen the ocean. Now, wait. That can’t be right. Can it? We live in Southern California for crying out loud! I must be forgetting something, some time when we went. He’ll be four years old a week from today. We did see Puget Sound when we were in Seattle two years ago, but that’s not the same. I’ll have to ask Dan if I’m forgetting. I must be forgetting.

We live inland. It’s about a 90 minute drive to the beach. Longer if we get picky about which beach we go to. And I will do just about anything to avoid leaving my little valley. Freeways scare the crap out of me. Do you know how fast those people drive? And how many cars there are out there? It amazes me that more people don’t die out there. Sitting in their little metal boxes, hurling themselves toward one another as if they are immortal. Fuck, I hate cars.

The beach. Right. Sorry.

So, I think we need to go. I don’t know how soon. But we need to go. To be honest, I’m a little afraid. That kid loves the water, and he doesn’t have the sense to be afraid. He may head for the horizon, find a pod of dolphins, grab ahold and never be heard from again.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

best laid plans

She was done. She had four children and had spent somewhere around 13 years married to a man who is very skilled at being a real stubborn pain in the ass.

My grandpa has high expectations and isn't afraid to let his kids (and grandkids) know it. He is rarely delicate and often abrasive.

Grandma decided to go back to college and get a good enough job to support herself. She had a long-term plan, and it was to leave him. (Or so says family lore.)

She got her bachelor's degree. Then she went on to get her elementary school teaching credential. Meanwhile, her husband helped with the kids while she was in school. He fixed dinners of mac-and-cheese and tuna. He got up nights with their youngest son when he was sick. He worked as a principal and was proud of his wife for finishing school and becoming a teacher.

And during those few years something she didn't expect happened. She remembered why she loved him. She remembered that he is a good man, even if he isn't easy to live with. She didn't leave him.

She taught for 15 years before she retired.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

it's the small things

I was taking some clean sheets into Maya's room tonight when this little guy stopped me in my tracks. There was something about the juxtaposition of a tiny little Lego spaceman riding a tiny little red bicycle that made me smile.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Gin Wigmore - Oh My

You're welcome.

hi all

Just popping in to say that life is all work these days, and I don’t blog in detail about work as a rule, so…

Take care out there and stay cool. It’s gonna be a loooonnngg summer over here. And just for fun, I'll leave you with the boy who will be 4, back when he was 2, and had just discovered the joy of frozen blueberries...

Friday, June 4, 2010

I managed to write more than one word today

The Project From Hell just about put me over the edge yesterday at work, but then I got a stay of execution. I work with some pretty great people, so you know, THANK GOODNESS FOR THAT.

‘Nuff about that. Oh, but as an update to my question a few days ago, I will not be quitting my job (yet) to go to school full time in the fall. It looks like I will be going to school part time in the fall though. And I have learned enough to be VERY careful about managing my course load so I don’t completely lose my shit or forget what my kids look like. More on that in a few weeks. (School that is, not forgetting what my kids look like.)

Part and parcel with that is MONEY. Like, not spending so much. I need to change my frame of mind a little. I really like treasures. Not expensive things, just little pretties. Earrings, pretty things to set out around the house, that sort of thing. But now I need to realize that I have ENOUGH treasures. I have a small house; I can’t keep putting things into it indefinitely. And I only have 2 piercings in each ear (for now) and I have more than enough earrings to rotate through. I have enough. I appreciate what I have.

Now the DVDs and CDs, I probably won’t ever stop spending money on those. I can be smart about it though. I know which store is the cheapest for new releases (Target, but only the first week they’re out) and I have gotten pretty experienced at picking good used discs. Music and movies are my primary forms of entertainment and I’m not giving them up. (I realize CDs are old-school, but I only download MP3s when I just like 1 or 2 on a disc. If I like more than that, or if it’s an artist I’ve been a fan of for a while, I buy the disk.)

Our household bills are already pretty manageable. Small house means not too much electricity or gas for heat. But an acre means a lot of water sometimes, though we try to be careful about that. Our satellite TV is fairly expensive, so we may shop around for a better deal. Our internet service sucks, but we’ll be riding out the contract that ends in December before we make any changes there. And cell phones, well we’re basically fucked there.

Have a good weekend all! I don’t have to go to class on Saturday anymore so, YAY! I’m still waiting to get my grade… I'm thinking MAYBE an A, but no lower than a B.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

one of those days

FUCK.

That is all.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

portrait of a woman and her spirit animal

Is she still there? She's still there, isn't she? SHE'S FUCKING ALWAYS THERE. Right.behind.me.

She's still there, isn't she? Don't tell me.

I got a question for ya

So, People of the Internet... Should I quit my job and go back to school full time in the fall?

The (no) money part would suck, but... people do it. Am I crazy? Wait, don't answer that one.