I scored this awesome aviary clock the other day at a local Salvation Army for $12.99! We've been in need of a clock and this was just the perfect size and color for our space. LOVE when the universe comes together. ♥
My little nephew Joziah LOVES books. I'm hoping Charlie catches the bug too but so far she seems to only want to eat them. But I digress. I always try to mail Joziah books I think he'll enjoy and while I was visiting my family in Hawaii earlier this year, I left him a copy of "Caps for Sale." It was one of my favorite books as a kid and it just so happened to end up being one of Joziah's favorite's too (I'm told he made his mom read it every night at bedtime for months). When his preschool announced the children were to dress up for Halloween as a book character, he chose to go as Pezzo the Peddler. I'm so proud of the job my sister did at putting together his costume.. he makes a pretty cute peddler, don't you agree?
I am CRAVING some scrapbook time. I haven't scrapped since I was pregnant.. that's about a year ago! Insane. No wonder I feel all crazy. J's mom comes into town a week from now to visit and help out with Charlie.. I'm hoping to get completely caught up while she's here; scrapbook room completely unpacked, etsy shop set up, house organized.. too much to ask?
Ricky Boscarino turned his home into a work of art! Amazing. I think i'd be insipred enough for three lifetimes living there. It's located in the woods of New Jersey which got me really excited about the possibility of seeing this masterpiece up close and personal but unfortunately it's not open to the public. The good news, however, is that he has included a virtual tour on his website, Luna Parc.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.