Lola

Inspired

I woke this morning early. The house was silent and everyone was snug in their beds. The sky was just beginning to take on the first rays of light. It was so serene. I decided to stay awake though the thought of crawling back into my warm inviting bed and resting my eyes (as my son calls it when he's being told to wake up for the 4th time) did cross my mind.

I went to the kitchen and saw the remnants of last night's living. Some cookie crumbs.  A milk glass. Not too bad. Oh, the cookie tin. Left open. That's more like my girlie. Lola loves these vanilla animal crackers. They're organic and so my children mistakingly believe they can eat as many as they want because as my son, ever the informer, well, informs, ' They're healthy and so good for you'

I'd better clarify this for them. Like, yesterday.

I put on a pot of coffee. The house is cool compared to my toasty bed and I'm feeling a bit chilled and looking forward to drinking this.

Mr. LD is showering now. He's already given son the first call

I gathered the girls' birthday party invitations in preparation for school delivery. I stop by Son's room.

'Good Morning J. Let's wake up and have a quiet morning before Lola and Dahl join us.'

Son replies,' I'm awake, just moving slowly'

Ahhh...Life is still good. That was 2nd call.

Mr. LD is out and meets me in the kitchen. He's bothered by the fact that Son J doesn't get up and get going. Doesn't like that we have to keep on nudging him. He needs to get to bed earlier. He just called him for the 2nd time.

Um, that was 3rd call but I don't say anything.

We split the dressing of the sleeping dolls and get done as Son's eyes have been well rested and he is dressed. ( Thank You God)

Quick breakfast. Lunches and Mr. LD takes the gaggle out the door. Whoosh. Whew. Whoa. I look around and the house is one again silent. The soft sunlight is streaming in rays through our French doors. Wow. I see dust particles, or is it fairy dust in these rays? Is this a dream? It's wonderful.

Time for that coffee. Yes I still have not had that first cup.

I sat down and realized I feel inspired. For what. There are so many possibilities. I could make a laundry list but am revisiting a list I made last summer. I chose 10 things I wanted to accomplish in the next 10 years. Sounds doable. And if those get done earlier than expected I can add more. Or not.

1. Learn to play the piano

2. pare down

3. make time for reading ( I can devour books)

4. Learn something new and interesting

5. Learn. Share. Give. Expect nothing.

6. Learn to swim

7. Renew my vows

8. Learn to roll my Rs

9. Travel 

10. learn to sew

I have done 2, 3, 4, 5 and 7. These were the most important to do and now I can continue 2,3,4, and 5 while I tackle the other items.

So with this list in mind I went to look at fabrics.I bought this child's learn to sew kit back in December? And two of my closet friends are seamstresses. Time to tackle number 10.

Do yo have a list? Short, doable, and Life enhancing was my requisite.

What's yours?

Until next time, LD

How much do you appreciate?

Life.

Do you see it through the eyes of your four year old self?
For a year or so now I've been making myself more involved in Life. Yes with a capital L.
Not online as much as I once was. Stopping to admire Life. The silence. The stillness. All of it.

Main Entry:
ap·pre·ci·ate
Pronunciation:
\ə-ˈprē-shē-ˌāt, -ˈpri- also -ˈprē-sē-\
Function:
verb

1 a: to grasp the nature, worth, quality, or significance of b: to value or admire highly c: to judge with heightened perception or understanding : be fully aware of d: to recognize with gratitude
2: to increase the value of

So it's a verb. An action. Something we have to conciously do to truly do it.

I have begun to truly appreciate what I once believed I understood and valued. I hold so much in high regard. I don't know exactly where this sanctity is coming from, or I do, it has been here all along but the noise and static of life (not capitalized- this is the mundane auto pilot life) were making it impossible to feel and connect with.

It's difficult to articulate where I am coming from or what I want to say yet here I am. Real short and sweet: if life is bogging you down with too many commitments, things that when you stop and take stock really are not necessary, you can pare down. I liken it to a flowering bush. It needs to be pruned to produce beautiful flowers, if not things get messy, the plant's sysem is taxed and the newer flowers aren't as lush, and of lesser quality. Each of us can sometimes become an overgrown flower garden. One that needs tending. Nurturing. A good sharp pair of pruning sheers and a willingness to foresake the wildly overgrown and pare down to something simplistic, but so much more the beautiful.

It has made a difference to me. I have seen that with true tending my own tiny garden is ethereal, a place where I can come and share my joys with my three flowers, and see the joy spill forth from within them. Where my husband and I can share in this cup of abundant goodness given to us by just being. Together.

I like computers. They allow us to meet many people with similar interests and this is why I am sharing this. Yet they are touted as connecting the world. Really, are they connecting anyone?
Turn it off. Right now if you'd like I don't mind and I welcome it. Beyond this screen, within yourself, within those you love, within the world community, person to person, where neighbor becomes life-long friend, that's being connected.

- Until we meet again, go sit outside for a few minutes, be connected with yourself. I can tell you that you'll like that person when you get to know them. LD

You know that person who's always there?

I've always wanted to be that person. I try. I make myself a bit crazed doing it too. So this little pair of felines really touched me. From me to you. How I feel. That is all. Thank you. Good bye. Stop reading. The post is over. My fingers are getting tired and if you were any kind of friend you'd stop this cruelty right now. Exhale.......thank you. Love, LD

I so identify with this woman....

Birdwoman that is.

Mr. LD comes into a room and I turn around just like this. Like I was on a little perch......

And so I have found the perfect way to show I care and I think, ladies, this may just be the perfect way to show your honey that you care.

Actually, the card may be nice too!

If you're interested clicksey on the picsey.

Scouting out the best for you and for me, LD

Got Personality? I know your type.

Recently, well my whole life I suspect, so that recently is inaccurate but I'll leave it there so you know what I was thinking at the moment, I took an online personality questionnaire. This may seem silly to some. You may wish to leave the room now. This is unsuitable for those who lack openmindedness.

There. Now that we're alone let's talk. So I took this 'test' as I have done before. I have actually once had a similar one administered to me as a child. Many many moons ago. Hold your horses there, not that many moons. Third time's a charm they say. I like to research things, even if it means I am the guinea pig. When I found out Lola and Dahl were to be born, I had a real hard time not trying out my own multiples reasearch. I had the subjects, monozygotic twins, a control and a variable,in my very own home, and I logged everything, drank pots and pots of coffee, scribbled notes on my hand when paper was not available and sleep wasn't an option. I felt like a scientist. Mr. LD had different ideas and vetoed this one of mine. My intention was such a good one though! A study to determine if even the slightest of differences made a difference in personality. The girls certainly acted very similar. Both cried. A lot. Round the clock. Both wanted food. Often. Faster than I could make it. Both were very poorly mannered and soiled themselves something awful. Sigh. I raised them as I raised J and so now I'll never know.

Back to this typing. I often wonder if a test of this sort administered by someone, even if they are qualified, would be, if the test giver knew the subject whatsoever, a bit flawed. Wouldn't this person's observation and personal knowledge taint the results somehow?  Regardless of this I have gotten the same result each time. And so now I invite you to try it and see what Psychological Type you are. A little background on these tests can be found by typing MBTI into your favorite search engine or by going to the foundation's page.

This has nothing to do with Scientology or their personality testing. I have not taken that test so I can not say anything about it.

Let me know what you think, come up with or know about this matter. I'm very interested in your thoughts.

Until next time-Happy Days Dahlings!

LD

How to go green....I want to know

  I've been reading a lot about going green. I actually tried being a 'green mum' when my twins were born. Had no idea about it when my J was born just 8 years ago. Seems I wisened up a bit in just 5 short years, yet not enough! hehehe

I bought a whole stash of cloth diapers. I mean a stash! About $1000 worth, and tried 2 of them. Twice.

I just didn't really understand the intricate details of how to use them, what to buy, how to launder, etc. etc. and I fell prey to the fancy shmancy marketing. All of the websites touting,' These diapers are so easy your husband will love'em!

Really?
Wow!
I'll take 300!

I rememeber getting my numerous boxes and showing my grandmum after telling her I planned on CD Dahl and Lola and she told me they were like any CD she'd ever seen! hehehe

Oh their bums did look particularly yummy! All full and padded. They looked like if you dropped them on their bums they'd bounce strait up and possibly hit the ceiling like a basketball for certain.

I adored the look. I adored the feel. Yet I felt very lost.

So I joined the many others and filled the landfills with yet thousand and thousand of disposables that will outlive many generations
Probably the only thing that will be around when my childrens' great x5 grandchildren are adults.

I want to get to the heart of what you ladies and any gents, consider being green. What do you do, things great or small, on a daily, weekly, monthly basis, that you feel would be easily incorporated by others, to keep the world a healthier enviornment for our children and future generations in general.

Just one or two things. Even if you haven't yet begun. If it's only something you've read. By sharing it, perhaps, maybe, just maybe, someone else will be inspired to begin this very day and you will, unknowingly have positively affected Mother Earth.

Now how's that for a start to the week!
(Please note I may use some of your submissions on my blog, or on another forum I belong to so to help spread the word on small ways anyone can help to change or diminish their own carbon footprint)

As Kermit always says, it's not easy being Green, but hey, nothing spectacular ever comes easily.

LD

I am very good at noticing sublties.

Like these animals. They seem very cliquish to me.

The worst part is not knowing....

You know when a show ends, say Friends, Seinfeld, things of that sort,and you don't really know what happens to the characters? You kind of have to imagine it? I hate that. I want to be told. I don't like wondering. This is why this next story upsets me. Read on, if you can handle the torment. If not, read on anyway. Misery loves company.

Subject: Pussycat

One hot July day we found an old straggly cat at our door. She was a
sorry sight. Starving, dirty, smelled terrible, skinny and hair all
matted down. We felt sorry for her, put her in a carrier  and took her
to the vet. We didn't know what to call her, so we named her
"Pussycat."


The vet decided to keep her for a day or so. He said he would let us
know when we could come and get  her. My husband (the complainer)
said, "OK, but don't forget to wash her, she stinks." He reminded the vet
that  it  was  his WIFE that wanted the dirty cat, not him. 

My husband and my vet don't see eye to eye. He calls my husband "El-Cheap-O," my
husband calls him "El-Take-O."  They love to hate each other and constantly "snipe" at each other, with my husband getting in the last word on this occasion.

The next day my husband had an appointment with his doctor, who is
located next door to the vet.

The doctor's  office was full of people
waiting to see him. A side door opened  and in leaned the vet; he had
obviously seen my husband arrive.  He looked straight at my husband
and in a loud voice said, "Your wife's pussy is finally clean and shaved
and she now smells like a rose. Oh,  and, by the way, I think she's
pregnant. God knows who the father is!"  And he closed the door.
Now that, my friends, is getting even!!!!

Wonderful. Cute little story if you're the 'Oh I like to laugh type and all'. Great fun I'm sure. Yet do you see what I mean? What happened to the cat?  Is anyone worried about the cat?!

LD

Britney Britney Britney!

She can't sing. She can't dance. She can't parent. She can't exercise, but boy does she apparently eat!

Sheesh. I wake this morning to I don't know how many news stories, blogs,blurbs and blips of what a trainwreck Britney Spears performace at the MTV awards was. Um, so what?

Things to note:

      

• She's had 2 pregnancies within a very close timeframe
• She's not been taking care of herself
• She's just gone through a divorce
• She's having familial problems
• She's trying to make a comeback of her career after having 2 children
• She's probably feeling self concious - not unlike many of us who have had children feel on a day to day basis let alone on stage in a two piece outfit in front of only goodness knows how many people watching in the audience and then in tvland. Ah yes. Lest we forget. Add to that an ex.

So let's give her a break girls. Let's lift her up a bit. Pull in the claws. Let's show the world that women can and choose to be kind and caring and refute the animalistic ways the media would love us to adopt. They only corrupt our own minds and plant the seed so that next time we're out of the shower and catch a glimpse of out selves we'll know just a bit how Britney may have felt. Hopefully by doing this enough, we'll not only change our outlook on the world but help others to do the same by discontinuing this gossip about misfortunes people have. Lets instead pass along stories of hope and gladness. Let our children and our neighbors hear us spreading warmth upon one anothers' hearts and minds so that they inturn learn to do the same and the chain becomes stronger. So that less of these blog posts become about Britney and and the like and more about improving our lives.

Join me?

Please make a pledge to write something inspiring and ask others that you know to do the same.

LD

For your eyes only....

well, I guess you can share. It is the stuff of fantasy. I've been busy working on some things for my friend Cheryl. I hope she loves them. I'll post a peek tomorrie for you all but be sure not to say anything to her.

For now I leave you with some porn for women. A friend of mine, Allison of Sugarplumsllc, sent this to me. I think it's a real pick me up and hope you'll pass it along. Perhaps even save it to your puter and have a looksie every now and then. Some of us are lucky enough to have men who are truly like this. If not....these guys are available. - LD

Go on. Roll over and sleep.