Time in a Bottle

I was sitting in my very large, old, creaky wooden rocking chair. It fits me well, but the more industrious the rock, the louder the creak.  Eli and I had just come in from our car ride, a ride just not quite long enough to put him thoroughly into the land of nod.  I had watched him briefly wiggle and squirm, much more like one of the worms than of the ducky he resembled in his soft yellow jammies with the golden webbed feet.  He stretched once more and I lifted him up in my arms, looked 'round and decided the dishes could wait yet again, while the two of us took a break.  So I settled in my old chair, old in style as well as wear and rocked as gently as I could to prevent or at least to muffle the racket the old chair made as it moved back and forth.

The little wiggly body softened as we moved, then relaxed.  A little pudgy hand released it's fist on the upper arm of my sweatshirt.  Eli's soft downy head held in my hand slowly sunk onto my shoulder until I was no longer supporting it with my hand, instead it was supporting me with it's warmth.  We rocked 'til the chair began to sing, so I slowed and the chair quieted. The little worm in Eli began to emerge, so I rocked a little faster and the chair sang louder. Baby ducky once again laid his head upon my shoulder... until I could no longer hear the little baby sounds, only the melody of the old rocking chair.

As I sat rocking, the creaky chair carrying me off with it's lullaby, my mind wandered off and I began to wonder at the absolute peace of a baby.  A deep rush of emotion came over me and a vow I have made to many babies before became a promise to Eli as well; To the best of my ability baby grandson of mine, I will always be here for you. I promise.

Sistos

 When it comes to the Terrazas girls, you mess with one bean, you get the whole burrito. ~ Ursula Terrazas

Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of.  You know whatever you do, they'll still be there.  ~Amy Li


A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.  ~Marion C. Garretty


Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister.  ~Alice Walker


Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.  ~Charles M. Schulz


If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.  ~Linda Sunshine


You can kid the world.  But not your sister.  ~Charlotte Gray


I would like more sisters, that the taking out of one, might not leave such stillness.  ~Emily Dickinson


Help one another, is part of the religion of sisterhood.  ~Louisa May Alcott


Sisters never quite forgive each other for what happened when they were five.  ~Pam Brown


In thee my soul shall own combined the sister and the friend.  ~Catherine Killigrew


A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.  ~Toni Morrison


Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply...  ~Jane Austen, Mansfield Park, 1814


What's the good of news if you haven't a sister to share it?  ~Jenny DeVries


Sisters is probably the most competitive relationship within the family, but once the sisters are grown, it becomes the strongest relationship.  ~Margaret Mead


Bless you, my darling, and remember you are always in the heart - oh tucked so close there is no chance of escape - of your sister.  ~Katherine Mansfield


A sister smiles when one tells one's stories - for she knows where the decoration has been added.  ~Chris Montaigne


More than Santa Claus, your sister knows when you've been bad and good.  ~Linda Sunshine

My sister taught me everything I really need to know, and she was only in sixth grade at the time.  ~Linda Sunshine


I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.  ~James Boswell


How do people make it through life without a sister?  ~Sara Corpening


If your sister is in a tearing hurry to go out and cannot catch your eye, she's wearing your best sweater.  ~Pam Brown


Sisters are different flowers from the same garden.  ~Author Unknown


There can be no situation in life in which the conversation of my dear sister will not administer some comfort to me.  ~Mary Montagu


I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.  ~Author unknown, attributed to a 4-year-old named Lauren


In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips.  ~Author Unknown


When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?  ~Pam Brown


The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.  ~Clara Ortega

Sisters function as safety nets in a chaotic world simply by being there for each other.  ~Carol Saline


Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow.  ~Benjamin Disraeli


When mom and dad don't understand, a sister always will.  ~Author Unknown


Elder sisters never can do younger ones justice!  ~Charlotte M. Yonge


A toast once heard:  "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first."  ~Robert Brault,

A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.  ~Isadora James


To the outside world we all grow old.  But not to brothers and sisters.  We know each other as we always were.  We know each other's hearts.  We share private family jokes.  We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.  We live outside the touch of time.  ~Clara Ortega


The best thing about having a sister was that I always had a friend.  ~Cali Rae Turner


An older sister helps one remain half child, half woman.  ~Author Unknown


An older sister is a friend and defender - a listener, conspirator, a counselor and a sharer of delights.  And sorrows too.  ~Pam Brown


There is no better friend than a sister.  And there is no better sister than you.  ~Author Unknown


Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.  ~Susan Scarf Merrell


I don't believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers.  It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage.  Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.  ~Maya Angelou


A sibling may be the keeper of one's identity, the only person with the keys to one's unfettered, more fundamental self.  ~Marian Sandmaier


Our roots say we're sisters, our hearts say we're friends.  ~Author Unknown


Our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago - the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider.... It doesn't seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we've traveled.  ~Jane Mersky Leder


Our siblings.  They resemble us just enough to make all their differences confusing, and no matter what we choose to make of this, we are cast in relation to them our whole lives long.  ~Susan Scarf Merrell


Sibling relationships - and 80 percent of Americans have at least one - outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship.  They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.  ~Erica E. Goode, "The Secret World of Siblings," U.S. News & World Report, 10 January 1994


Siblings are the people we practice on, the people who teach us about fairness and cooperation and kindness and caring - quite often the hard way.  ~Pamela Dugdale


Sisters share the scent and smells - the feel of a common childhood.  ~Pam Brown


A sister shares childhood memories and grown-up dreams.  ~Author Unknown


Sisters annoy, interfere, criticize.  Indulge in monumental sulks, in huffs, in snide remarks.  Borrow.  Break.  Monopolize the bathroom.  Are always underfoot.  But if catastrophe should strike, sisters are there.  Defending you against all comers.  ~Pam Brown


Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down.  "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."  ~Louise Bernikow


It was nice growing up with someone like you - someone to lean on, someone to count on... someone to tell on!  ~Author Unknown

Sisters don't need words.  They have perfected a language of snarls and smiles and frowns and winks - expressions of shocked surprise and incredulity and disbelief.  Sniffs and snorts and gasps and sighs - that can undermine any tale you're telling.  ~Pam Brown


One of the best things about being an adult is the realization that you can share with your sister and still have plenty for yourself.  ~Betsy Cohen


We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortification, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar.  We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.  ~Rose Macaulay


Sister to sister we will always be,
A couple of nuts off the family tree.
~Author Unknown


We acquire friends and we make enemies, but our sisters come with the territory.  ~Evelyn Loeb


We may look old and wise to the outside world.  But to each other, we are still in junior school.  ~Charlotte Gray


Whatever you do they will love you; even if they don't love you they are connected to you till you die.  You can be boring and tedious with sisters, whereas you have to put on a good face with friends.  ~Deborah Moggach


You keep your past by having sisters.  As you get older, they're the only ones who don't get bored if you talk about your memories.  ~Deborah Moggach


It's hard to be responsible, adult and sensible all the time.  How good it is to have a sister whose heart is as young as your own.  ~Pam Brown



She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities.  She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway.  She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark.  She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink.  Some days, she's the reason you wish you were an only child.  ~Barbara Alpert

The Mommy Blues

The year Tara turned 15 she babysat all summer and compiled quite a nest egg. Sometime in August I ordered a pizza and it turned out the pizza guy no longer accepted checks, so I asked Tara to loan me twenty dollars. When Tara told me she had no money left I asked her what she had spent it on. She proceeded to hem and haw, but would give me no solid answer. Frustrated, I got the pizza man to take my check and then proceeded to grill her about where the money went and the importance of not wasting it. 

A few weeks later we celebrated our wedding anniversary and (you are getting the drift, aren't you?) Tara presented us with a small, lightweight, beautifully wrapped box. What do you suppose was in the box? Of course, two tickets to the Moody Blues who were playing at the University of San Diego. Tara said, "Mom, that is what I spent my babysitting money on!" I am crying yet again at the retelling of this story. One, that my 15 year old was so unselfish (as she was supposed to be at that age). And two, that I still forget at times how wonderful she is and how lucky I am to have the children that I do. As I said, not my finest hour. My finest hours have been the ones spent with them.

Babies

"When they placed you in my arms, you slipped into my heart" -Author unknown  

"Babies! What a wonderful way to start people!"
-Mary Engelbreit 

"Laughter is like changing a baby's diaper. It doesn't permanently solve any problems, but it makes things more acceptable for a while." - Unknown

"First you have to teach a child to talk, then you have to teach it to be quiet."
- Prochnow 

"Human beings are the only creatures on Earth that allow their children to come back home." - Bill Cosby

"It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men."
- Frederick Douglas

"Everyone is in awe of the lion tamer in a cage with half a dozen lions - everyone but a school bus driver." - Unknown

"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance." - Franklin P. Jones 

"People who say they sleep like babies usually don't have them".
- Leo J. Burke

"Invest in the future; have a child and teach her well." - Unknown

"There is no finer investment for any community than putting milk into babies." - Winston Churchill 

"Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing." -Phyllis Diller

"It is not a slight thing when those so fresh from God love us."
- Charles Dickens 

"I always wondered why babies spend so much time sucking their thumbs. Then I tasted baby food."- Robert Orben

"To be in your child's memories tomorrow, be in his life today." - Unknown

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Friday the 13th Dismissed

When my nephew turned 13 he called me (very excitedly), "Aunt Michelle, Aunt Michelle, I turned 13 today!" Congratulations Jason, that is a long time to be alive. "But it's Friday the 13th, and I'm turning 13!" Wow, that is interesting says I. "But AUNT Michelle I am turning 13 on Friday the 13th AND my name is Jason!!!" I'm sorry, I get the Friday the 13th, but what does your name have to do with it? "Haven't you ever seen Nightmare on Elm Street?" No, I'm sure I haven't. Why? "Because the bad guy is named Jason!" OOOOH!!! I see! Ok, from now one I will call you by your middle name, that IS really freaky. "Never mind, Aunt Michelle, never mind." It has always bothered me that I had let him down at a pivotal moment. But I still don't buy Friday the 13th.

The Trashman Cometh

My Buzz Lightyear fan is nothing if not eclectic in his interests.  To know him is to know Toy Story first of all.  Recently he has developed a taste for trains, (Did you know that trains go TOO, TOO?) this may or may not have anything to do with the opening scene from Toy Story 3.  Check it out, you'll see what I mean.  However, I might say he has an obsession, or is that too strong a word for an almost two year old?  Well this one will talk your ear off about trash.  Yes, Trash. Interestingly enough, just about the only thing he has to say about trash is...well...trash.  He will talk to just about anyone about trash.  If you walk down the street you will be notified of every single trash can, trash bin, recycling bin, if it holds refuse, he will tell you it's trash.  He stopped our neighbor not too long ago and captivated Mace with this conversation: Trash (pointing to a trash can) oh trash, trash, trash, trash......voice lowering and rising to fit the severity of the trash situation, shaking his head about the condition of trash today... you get the drift.  If you know Mace, ask him, he'll tell you.

The other day I went to his house to pick him up and he came running out as I pulled up, SO excited!  Mmmm...What I didn't notice was the trash truck across the street had also just pulled up.  Go with the flow Gran!  So we held hands and crossed the street and got a close up and personal look at a trash can being pullied up and over, dumping it's contents into the beast.  Jiro could barely contain himself, "TRASH!!!", he yelled at the top of his lungs.  The "TrashMan" rolled his window down and I introduced Jiro and pointed out his interest in trash.  The trashman gave him some tips on what courses to take at (community) college to be sure to be prepared for the world of refuse.  By then Jiro was more comfortable and began to point out all the trash cans in the neighborhood..Trash, Trash, Trash.. at which point I reminded Jiro that the man had to go get the rest of the trash.  Mr. Trashman was a real trooper and kindly thanked Jiro for his help.  He said because of Jiro he would likely not forget anybody on the street that day. I thought that they would probably have their trash collected twice.  We stood and watched him drive on down the street and thoughtfully crossed back over to my car, waving good bye to the back of the truck.  I piled Jiro into his car seat, buckled him in and turned to get in on my side of the car, but it seemed Jiro had one more thing to say...Trash...

PS, Yes, Jiro loves to put trash in the trash bins or baskets around the house.  He gets quite offended if I do not let him dispose of his own diaper.  And last week, he decided he would "help" Gran take the big kitchen trash bag out.  I am wondering how I will hold him up so that he can pull or push the trash cans to the street effectively, I know it's coming...

A Toy Story

Buzz ~ Woody ~ Jessie ~ Hamm ~ Slinky ~ Green man

Andy ~ Bonnie ~ Spud ~ Rex ~ Al ~ Bullseye ~ Stinky Pete

Characters from Toy Story Jiro identifies by name.  I'm so proud!

Out of the Mouth of Babes or Lesson Learned

When Tara was about 13 she had a best friend named April. Tara was not a loud rambunctious child, but neither was she shy or mild. Her friend April was very shy, with blond hair and a light complexion that turned rosy at any level of embarrassment. They were a great team and even though we haven't seen April in many years, I think of her with great affection.

One day, Tara, April, April's Mom and I went to the mall to do some shopping. On the list was a slip for April's younger sister. We were in the girl's lingerie department in Pennys when Tara, who was standing near the main aisle of the store, caught my attention. She was talking louder than usual and flipping her hair and being overly dramatic in her conversation with April. I wondered what was going on until I glanced around and saw two young male clerks standing and talking in the next department over from the girls. "Silly girl", I thought, "I better teach her a lesson". So I , in my great wisdom of dealing with prepubescent girls, grabbed a beginner bra, otherwise known as a short tank top with elastic at the midriff, raised it high up where all would be sure to see and said aloud, "Tara come here and let me see if you can fit into this yet."

Here is the scary part. Both the girls turned to me, and within a heartbeat, without a hesitation, Tara turned to April and said, "Tara, your Mom is calling you." April, of course, turned beet red and fled down the corridor never to be seen in Pennys again. A long time, anyway. Me? I was almost as red. I would never had teased April like that. Who would have known I had such a traitor lurking in my nest? It was a full warning, the teen years were just starting. I had better watch my step.

Babies don't keep

Found this article about a poem I have quoted for years and so decided to save it here. I made one of these kits back when Tara was 10 months old. A few years ago, I gave it to Tara with the hopes that she will hang it when she had her first child. I am going to try to get a pic to go with this post.


These days- it is known as a Baby Shower poem. Some women embroidery it on blankets or pillow cases or put their embroidery pieces into plaques as gifts for new mothers.

What I found interesting was since no one seemed to know the author, they had wrote several verses in poems and added this either in the middle or at the end and claim it as theirs!

Now after further interesting research and the clue is all in that fact it was always embroidered into material...

I have come to the conclusion that it is for sure a verse that stands on its own in embroidery circle. ( as it is below). It was found in an unopened vintage cotton fabric embroidery kit with : Design by Lynn Davis. The kit shows a shows a lady in the rocking chair wearing a long dress rocking her baby to sleep. It is a collectible item and one very much sought after by many who collect such items.

Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow...
For babies grow up,
we've learned to
our sorrow...
So quiet down cobwebs...
dust go to sleep...
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!


In this poem and as the above person stated the author is known to be: Ruth Hulbert Hamilton.

Babies Don’t Keep
By Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,
Lullabye, rockaby, lullabye loo.
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo,
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo,
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs;
Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.

With all this in mind however, It all depends on the dates, the only nearest physical evidence to prove the time period would be that it was embroidered at the time women were in long dresses and that the poem came from buried treasured books. Ruth pulished other poems such as ' Dust in Nursery' which was published in 1958

Two of Three

1st day with Jee and Pickle went very well. Jiro was such a big boy. He handed me a pillow, a binky, and a blanket. He put trash away voluntarily. Even some I wasn't done with. He informed me when he needed a diaper change. He shared Woody (duplo version) with Elias. When Eli didn't want the rest of his bottle, he generously tried to finish it off, but Gran decided it was time to give him a break from all of his help. He even decided to take a long nap at the same time as his little cousin. Here am I with a two year old and a newborn and I am sewing. Jiro's Daddy got his jeans fixed on the same day he gave them to me. How together am I? Forget the dirty dishes in the sink or the chaos in my sewing area. Forget the laundry or the shambles of the garage. Forget the...oh well, just forget it.....

Cleaning and Scrubbing

Can wait til tomorrow

For babies grow up

We've learned to our sorrow.

So quiet down cobwebs,

Dust go to sleep...

I'm rocking my baby

And babies don't keep.

Lizard Lips and Kitty Hips

My cat, Jellie, follows me every morning until I feed her. It is dangerous with cat feet and tails underfoot and on stairs. So I yell and complain to no avail. A week ago Jiro spent the night and unknowingly added to the circus in my small kitchen. When I told them both to go, he took matters into his own hands: pointed his finger seriously at the cat and said, "Jewwie, SIT!" Jellie looked at me, put her hands on her hips and said, "How long do I have to put up with this?" It's a mad world.

A good way to spend a not very good day

Original Blog 02-25-11

Had my Jiro today. Wasn't feeling so well, but he just played along. We holed up in my room for a bit, I had Toy Story going (surprise!), laid on the bed and read stories and said uh huh to his running commentary. He climbed off and on the bed to give me kisses or to cuddle and then jumped up again to play with the upstairs toys that he doesn't get to play with that often. We went back downstairs and played puzzles and made up some games. I told him he had stinky feet so he insisted on smelling the wood puzzle pieces before he placed them in their spots, with the oh so disgusted face for smelly things. I'm not sure of the reasoning, but hey, it was fun. Watched Wheel (he repeated every letter, educational!) and Jeopardy. He claps voraciously and yells YAY when he hears the canned applause of the game shows. Such a good sport, I tell him. Had soup and biscuits and grapes and blueberries and laughed at Jellie snoring. Daddy came and got him and now I want him back. He is a truly beautiful, wonderful, loving, hilarious person.

Peace on Earth

Eli's latest picture got me thinking about Peace on Earth. When my children were small they would get so excited around the time of our anniversary and ask me what I wanted for a gift. I would always say, "Peace on Earth", to which they would cry, "For real, Mom, what do you want?" I would then sigh heavily and say that I wanted my own apartment, which went over just as well. Finally I said, "For really and truly, I want something I don't have to dust!" So if they listened and I was lucky, I got my favorite perfume or a gift certificate for a manicure, if not, I was luckier still and got little ceramic kitties. Which I had to dust, but not very often. When I saw this pic of Eli, it got me thinking of the peace on earth days and I thought, what if:

What if for just one minute the whole entire world held it's breath?

Peace on Earth for one minute; no

dying or

crying or

sying.

Peace on Earth and this is what it would look like...

Keen Sheeps

Yesterday Jiro and I changed the bedding on my bed. As he put it we put "Keen sheeps" on the bed. The highlight of this exercise was fluffing the pillows. Once he saw me "fluffing" pillows, he hoarded the rest of them and beat the tar out of them. I have what I call "Time in a bottle" moments, and this was one. I was on one side of the bed, Jiro was on the other, he was looking up at me with a look on his face that said,"I'm doing a good job!". It must be one of the most beautiful looks I have seen on any face. I said, "Jiro, you are doing a great job."

How you know...

How you know you're doing good.

One day I walked past Amber's bedroom door and overheard her talking to her favorite baby, April Rose. Apparently, April Rose had misbehaved and was being corrected. I don't remember the exact words after all these years, but something on the order of " It's ok April Rose, everybody makes mistakes, I know you didn't mean it." She hugged her baby and loved her and didn't make her cry.

Yesterday, Jiro was playing with some toys on my bed while I was doing something on the computer when I heard him singing a vaguely familiar tune. I turned slowly to watch him without disturbing him and saw that he was rocking Buzz and as I listened I recognized the tune (the phrasing here is very interpretive):

The words were:

Huss eyo baby, no tay erd, by oo bird...

The tune was:

Hush little baby, don't say a word,

Grandma's going to buy you a mockingbird.

I have been singing that song to him since he was born. We don't even have it on cd. I turned my head and cried, just like that day with Amber. I knew I had done good.

Silence

I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea,
And the silence of the city when it pauses,
And the silence of a man and a maid,
And the silence of the sick
When their eyes roam about the room.
And I ask: For the depths,
Of what use is language?
A beast of the field moans a few times
When death takes its young.
And we are voiceless in the presence of realities --
We cannot speak.

A curious boy asks an old soldier
Sitting in front of the grocery store,
"How did you lose your leg?"
And the old soldier is struck with silence,
Or his mind flies away
Because he cannot concentrate it on Gettysburg.
It comes back jocosely
And he says, "A bear bit it off."
And the boy wonders, while the old soldier
Dumbly, feebly lives over
The flashes of guns, the thunder of cannon,
The shrieks of the slain,
And himself lying on the ground,
And the hospital surgeons, the knives,
And the long days in bed.
But if he could describe it all
He would be an artist.
But if he were an artist there would be deeper wounds
Which he could not describe.

There is the silence of a great hatred,
And the silence of a great love,
And the silence of an embittered friendship.
There is the silence of a spiritual crisis,
Through which your soul, exquisitely tortured,
Comes with visions not to be uttered
Into a realm of higher life.
There is the silence of defeat.
There is the silence of those unjustly punished;
And the silence of the dying whose hand
Suddenly grips yours.
There is the silence between father and son,
When the father cannot explain his life,
Even though he be misunderstood for it.

There is the silence that comes between husband and wife.
There is the silence of those who have failed;
And the vast silence that covers
Broken nations and vanquished leaders.
There is the silence of Lincoln,
Thinking of the poverty of his youth.
And the silence of Napoleon
After Waterloo.
And the silence of Jeanne d'Arc
Saying amid the flames, "Blessed Jesus" --
Revealing in two words all sorrows, all hope.
And there is the silence of age,
Too full of wisdom for the tongue to utter it
In words intelligible to those who have not lived
The great range of life.

And there is the silence of the dead.
If we who are in life cannot speak
Of profound experiences,
Why do you marvel that the dead
Do not tell you of death?
Their silence shall be interpreted
As we approach them.

Edgar Lee Masters

FURIOUSER AND FURIOUSER

Blog from 05-28-09

When my girls were very young I took them to all kinds of classes so they could find something they would like to do. They both fell into roller skating just like the proverbial stone. I dreamed of the things they would do, maybe even bring artistic roller skating to the Olympics. Fast forward 25 or so years and darned if they aren't making waves with their skating skills. Of course the waves are all over their opposing teammates who dare get in their way. Watch Out World, there are 2, count'em, TWO, Flat Track Furies in the family as of yesterday. I would like to introduce you to the new Reign of Tara, as well as one of the OG's, sensational Ambruisia. I love the Furies and I am SO glad that I can still keep rooting for my favorite team!!! You girls are Furious!

Signed,

A Derby Mom

Begin Again

I started this blog a way long time ago. And when I say started, that's what I mean, started. Nothing more. So now I am starting over. Only in the beginning, I was about to have my first grandchild. Now I am about to have my third.

Oh my, how things can change in a few short years. First of all I am just going to be copying some note/blogs I have posted elsewhere, mostly Myspace and then Facebook. Ever heard of them? Maybe not Myspace. I think in the social networking world Myspace is Beta and Facebook is VHS. Or Myspace is 8 track and Facebook is cassette. Hmmm....before your time? How about Myspace is a cd and Facebook is an Ipod 500. Something like. Ok, enough with the metaphors.

Now I'm tired and I have too much else to do, but I think I will be back soon albeit with old news. See you soon?