From Chaos Comes Happiness

from here . . .   which really is the only place to go when you are looking for happiness . . .  Oh, what fun we had! I kind of got "hit on" by this guy . . .  I mean, of course he hit on me . . . who could resist this ? Luckily, I knew my true love PG would save me . . . that is, as soon as he finished his pretzel dog . . . Yes, that's  my man. You can't have him. No way. No how. ;) I think the best part of this past week was getting away from daily life and escaping to a place where there were no computers, no phones, no people to make happy . . . just our little family and lots and lots of hugs.    This  is exactly what I needed to help me find my serenity. Hugs from my girls. Yes, my friends, I think the sign is true . . . I'll be back soon with some stories about our adventures . . . just wanted to leave a little post this evening to let you know I was back from our little get-away...

I've been saying that prayer a lot lately. It kind of keeps me in check. Reminds me that I can't fix everything. Allows to me accept things as they are. It really does bring a sense of peace into my soul . . . gees, I guess that whole "Serenity Prayer" title is for real, huh? Serenity. I long for that in life right now. Believe. Remember that Word of the Year thing that I do? I had kind of forgotten about it. My word for 2011 was Believe. Lately I can't even remember what it was I was trying to believe back in January. Right now, I feel like I'm trying to survive. be•lieve verb \ be•lieved be•liev•ing   1 a : to have a firm religious faith b : to accept something as true, genuine, or real 2: to have a firm conviction as to the goodness, efficacy, or ability of something 3: to hold an opinion : THINK se•ren•i•ty noun \ suh - ren -i-tee 1 : The state of being calm, peaceful and untroubled    I'm going away for a few days, my...

Well, we are almost there, dear friends. Tomorrow . . . is my birthday. 40. Wow. I'm having a hard time this year. Not because I'm turning 40. Honestly - it's just a number to me. It's just this particular day that I struggle with. Each year, just when I think I have a handle on it . . . I start to remember and the feelings come back. And this year, it's no exception. It doesn't help that I am PMSing this week - everything magnifies when you're pms'ing, don't you think? But even if I wasn't, I just don't care about my birthday. And I can't wait for the day to be over. On my 25th Birthday, someone had a conversation with me that broke me. Someone who is important in my life hurt me. On my birthday. My 25th Birthday. And while I have long forgiven and have long moved on from that day, it never fails that year after year, as my birthday approaches, those memories surface and I could cry today like it just happened yesterday. The...

You may recall, a few weeks ago I shared a photo with you of some recently hatched robin's that have been living in a lovely little nest on the corner of our house. Well, we have been keeping a close eye on the these little birdies and I wanted to share a few updated photos with you. Here is the first photo, which I really believe was taken the the day they hatched (May 6th, 2011). This photo is sort of freaky, a tad alien like. But really cool, too. I remember Phil running in telling us that the eggs had hatched and the girls and I running out quickly to see the new birds. I didn't want to get too close, so I held the camera up and snapped the photo, then ran quickly away (Momma Bird was sitting on the nearby fence post shouting some pretty loud birdie profanities at us.) They really look like they just hatched, don't they? I mean, I'm no bird expert - but those look like some super fresh babies. We really wanted to give them their space, so we left them alone...

 Google Image search . . . Oprah Winfrey 2011 Well, I've come to this realization that it's too late for me . . . and Oprah. It's shocking. I know. But she's counting down, you know. I think there are 7 shows left. I guess that's probably it. I mean, I'm sure they have the last 7 shows already scheduled, don't you think? Hmmmm . . . . I guess I just didn't make it. Nope, I won't be a guest on her show. Bummer. I always thought I would. Like, perhaps after I wrote that really cool book. You know . . . the one that would make a bazillion dollars that came from a story in my dreams about the vampires? Yeah, I thought that would be me. Or maybe I would be a guest on her show after she discovered I was her half sister. Ok, maybe not. At least I thought I would be on the show when my husband would declare his love for me by jumping up and down on her couch. No? Oh. Ok. Well, then, there was that whole idea I had that maybe someday ...

My dear friends, we have survived yet another fun filled weekend in our happy home. This time, the attention went to dear Ella, our youngest girl, who performed in her very first every ballet recital. She's 4. And so flippin' adorable, sometimes I can't even stand it! The theme of the recital was "Let's Go To The Movies" , with about 15 different movie songs being danced to. Ella's class performed to songs from "The Wizard of Oz" , which is so perfect for her. Remember when I wrote a post back in January 2010 about Ella discovering "The Wizard of Oz" for the first time? She has been in love with this movie ever since, and having the chance to be a munchkin with her fellow ballerinas was just such fun for her. Our seats were pretty far from the stage, but PG did a fantastic job getting some wonderful photos of our Ella. I had a pretty hard time selecting which ones I wanted to show you, so I kind of went a little overboard. But...

Being a mom isn’t easy. I don’t know anyone who says that it is. Well, maybe I know one person who said it was . . . but I don’t talk to her anymore, so let’s not worry about that. (I kid.) I had a couple Ugly Mom moments yesterday. If you aren’t sure what an “Ugly Mom moment” is, allow me to share with you. To me, Ugly Mom moments are like . . . when Medusa takes over my body and my hair turns into thousands of serpents that wiggle and hiss, and then my head spins around like Linda Blair, and flames start coming out of my ears and I turn all green. Then, the screaming starts . . . I lose all sense of vocabulary, and any ability to form a complete sentence is thrown out the window . . . “AAAAHHH!!! WHAT!?!?!!! YOU!!! GRUMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE!! AAHHHH!!!” I think a wart, or two, appears on the top of my nose, too. It’s ugly. PG is on another business trip this week. This time . . . Puerto Rico. Seriously. Before leaving, he shared the weather.com forecast for his time there . . ....