On Cinco de Mayo, YaYa and I got the pleasure of joining a few wonderful people in the celebration. We were treated to mexican food, margaritas, and marvelous mariachis.
Archives for May 2010
Like night and day
Things have been good – really, really good. Yet moments come, and thankfully go, when I am overwhelmed with emotion. The difference is like night and day.
Last night was one of those nights where the smile on my face turned upside down almost as soon as the words “good night” were said. Indeed, I did not want to say good night. I wanted the good to continue all through the night.
As my head was infused with sadness, I wanted more than anything for someone to wrap their arms around me and just let me cry – no explanations needed. But I did not reach out. Instead, I curled up in the darkness with my iTunes and mug of hot water. And I cried my heart out until there was nothing left to do but go back to bed.
By the time the sun came up, I was seeing things in a whole new light. Once again, I see what a very different place I am in from before. I have grown and changed – and it’s all been good. I have so much to be thankful for and really no reason to wallow in sadness. Still, it comes. Thankfully, it goes too.
Curiously Strong
When the alarm sounds at o’dark thirty, and I can’t stomach my morning coffee, I reach for something curiously strong. It’s a feeble attempt to both wake me up and give me just enough energy to get through a morning spinning class.
Did it work?
Cops & Robbers
Tonight, there was much chasing and screaming going on in my house.
Conflict was starting among the boys, who couldn’t agree on which game to play. Two of them wanted to play Cops & Robbers but the other did NOT. Apparently, he’s always getting stuck being the cop.
In comes Juls. Being the peace keeper that I am, I agreed to not only play the game, but to be the cop.
So…the item (a bottle of Elmer’s Glue) is stolen and the 3 little robbers take off running for their hide outs upstairs. And I set out to find the little thieves…
just to prove a pointe
Long, long ago, before I had kids, I was obsessed with dancing. I was so obsessed that I was known to sleep in my car in between classes. I was not about to let my working 12 hour night shifts deprive me from something I’d been deprived of through my childhood. This may have had something to do with why my weight dropped to 104 pounds. Yes indeed…I was obsessed. In the middle of the night, I could be seen practicing my pirouettes and leaps in the long bridge way between the children’s and the main hospital.
I was particularly taken with Ballet. The loved the way it demanded perfect form in everything from posture to the extension of your leg or your fingers. I worked toward perfection and waited as the instructor passed for the correction or the validation that I’d achieved my goal.