For Emily

Diet Cola to the right, under the most pathetic bedside lamp.  Feet propped and crossed delicately on a lumpy pillow.  Heart burn doing its thing, and I’m hankering for a baked brie. My blog is being so patient, bless its heart. Pictures loaded, and the only words I  have are for you.

It’s lonely, long days, but I like it that way. For now. A Creative genius, with endless ideas.  A real knack for detail and planning. That’s me. Completely parched of energy to participate with much, and I am beginning to look like a fool. Selfish, odd, or maybe even a snob.  Truth is, I love people, family, and color. Shhh, apparently its a secret.  But for now, for today (or even tomorrow) black and white will do. 

You, my lovely, would enjoy my decor. I wish you were here to gawk.  More pictures to come, for those brown eye balls of yours…but let’s trade for your energy please?

A slight picture problem, we all know I have, with albums overflowing with love.  The Giggles, the tears, most often have a camera not far above. I closed my eyes, clicked twice, and the outcome was a delight. Instant picture wall, perfected, in all black and white. With faces always changing, it’s only a matter of days. No, not only one, (or seven) frames will have their new ways. Suddenly with poetic verse, this blog does that here and there. Its odd, strange, and festive, but mine to share.

Just like my picture walls, I’m a tad scattered, but that’s life.  Pinky swear I’ll play catch up with those unforgotten memories.  But for now, for you, this will have to do.  Held over till next time, you will see that we are all well, healthy, and growing up on peanut butter and jam sandwiches. All 5 of us.  

A Sock story

I match socks sitting at the end of our bed, and often find myself feeling sad.  Sorry for the 7 socks, big and small, that never seem to have a mate.  Nod with me in grievance, because I am sure you know them well. In the beginning, my pony tail swished to my working hum as nonchalantly tossed the lone rangers back into the hamper. I wasn’t sad then. Its been 3 years, and my hopes for their search are dwindling. No hair swishing happy tunes here. Still no match. Not a single one. They’ve worn themselves silly on their travels from hamper to machine. *sniff* Here I perch, tear in eye, whispering goodbye.  Snowman black, white pink toed too.  Baby sock 1, 2 and 3.  Blacky-magee, and of course my favourite…Baby blue mini. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

A vacation from my PROBLEMS!

I’ve hurt my back again, so here i sit, claiming the couch as the throne it is.  Don’t act sympathetic, we all know its a lie.  Inside you giggle, throbbing with glee, as your inner Tolman fan gets comfortable. Its been a blog famine over here, so lets break a leg, arm, or back and check one off the list. Because i have time on my hands and my fingers tips are ready to move. (even if the rest of me isn`t)

We have two pleasent friends that are full of oomph and chatter.  They are just our style and we happen to be in love with them. You may have met them once or twice (maybe thrice if you were lucky).  Jess and Brendan Matkin. Yup that’s them. The besties of a life time, who graciously chaperoned Levi and I all the way to Arizona and back. 

We begun our trip, as kid-less as ever, at the deathly hour of 5AM.  Nobody looks good that early…except Jess.  Seriously, what the pickle? One of many cute Jess poses we can all be jealous of.   Airport giggles, and scary bald old men later, we arrived to our blissful destination. Man it was beautiful.

I wiggled myself into our excessively comfortable large bed and was easily convinced into an afternoon nap. It was a vacation after all.   I woke 2 hours later to a silent house and found these three amigos.  My nostrils flared with excitement when i saw them all sleeping in the same position. We really are meant to be buds.   We slept, we ate, we explored. It was a perfect first day of relaxation.

I knew quite young that I had a problem.  I thought it would go away on its own, but i realized quickly that it was here to stay. When others can pose beautifully at the site of a camera,  I twitch with pure awkwardness and strike the strangest poses I can muster. Secretly, I’m pleased with myself.  I could, and should, fill a photo album with the pictures i have cooked up. Someone help me.

 

Jess has retro dance moves and the boys make up a pool game for hours of enjoyment. Participation is optional, since both are just as fun to watch. Check out them faces! 

So many lovely things happening in this picture.  Pool toys in my gaping mouth, while Jess’s bum makes its first appearance. In my option, a successful picture. 

A popcorn advertisement and signature pose later, we are onto celebrating the death of Mr. Cockroach. I consider myself ungrateful when it comes to jittery bugs. (you know, the ones that really boogie)  Sure they have purposes, but really folks, how exactly necessary are they? Is it even healthy for them to be able to move that quickly? They might overheat their mini engines and explode! (which wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing…)  This wee fella is about the size of shreddie, and happens to be rather popular. His crowd of friends flocked around the pool in the evenings.  A pool party I didn’t mind missing. ick!

We ate out many times, and prided ourselves on hitting up as many food network suggested joints as possible. Pinch me if I'm wrong, but I believe everyplace but two was complimented on the telly at one point or another.

We Sped around like maniacs for an afternoon, filling ourselves with adrenaline and then ice cream. I may have not been able to win a race, but i definitely felt like a winner with a turtle sundae with salted Carmel. I guess Levi’s Banana goodness was pretty stellar as well.

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Jess=super fast.

If you haven’t gotten jealous yet, and dropped off with envy, I would like to mention we had a glorious time. Sure, I missed out on documenting a few thingies, but who gives a hoot.   We missed our two little ladies, but were thrilled with our much needed break together. We sunburned, tickled, wiggled, and nibbled, but most importantly we learned….

If you're blue and you don't know
where to go to why don't you go
where fashion sits
Puttin' on the Ritz