Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for November 2011

cohabiting

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The decision to cohabitate cannot be taken lightly. Even in the best of circumstances, living together will take some period of adjustment. Personal spaces must be negotiated — which is often easier said than done.

Although things may initially happy-go-lucky, there may be a period of rubbing each other the wrong way that follows. If not addressed properly, this abrasive behavior could lead to callousness in one or more of the parties. Someone may get hurt and, occasionally, there may even be blood shed.

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peacock feathers

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These peacock feathers have been hidden away in the back of a closet for years. I can’t remember why I put them away but, at the time, I know there was good reason to do so. Anyhow, I’ve recently reclaimed a little space of my own. I have my peacock feathers spread across the back of my desk. Symbolic of balance and harmony, they couldn’t be more perfect for my own little space.

fun night

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On Saturday night, YaYa is going to his first school dance. They’re calling it a “fun night” but we all know that that’s just a gimmick to get anyone and everyone to attend.

YaYa thinks I’m a fool for thinking such a thing. “It’s NOT a dance,” he says, “We wear normal clothes and they have games.” “Cool.” I say. Apparently, he only remembers the dances where BoBo dressed up in a tuxedo.

My first school dance was loud music, a sparking disco ball, and a line of girls holding up one wall and boys on the other. Awk-ward! We just stood there and waited for some brave soul to make the walk across the room to ask one of us to dance.

Me: Sometimes, we got tired of waiting…and would be the one to ask them.

YaYa was quiet.

Me: You were pretty embarrassed if you walked all that way and they said no.

Silence 

Me: I really think that some of them wanted to say yes but were too embarrassed that you beat them to the asking.

YaYa smiled. I think he was surprised that I remembered…or that I shared the story with him.

YaYa: We don’t have to ask anyone. We can just all go out and dance together.

Me: Oh. That’s much easier.

Maybe it’s better if I just let him think that I was always his way-cool Mom. Oh wait. He stopped thinking that long ago. *sigh* It’s NOT a dance; it’s a fun night.

And, by the way, EVERYONE is going.

cell cycle

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Helping YaYa build his cell cycle poster would have been so bad had he not sprung the whole project on me at 6:30 the night before it was due. Needless to say, we both got through it without killing each other and, by the looks of it, I’d say he might even be happy with how it turned out.

chocolate and foam

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What would morning be without my precious soy latte? When I’m splurging, I toss a little chocolate on top. It makes for a yummy little desert to be enjoyed at the stop light.

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