I have been known to say, often, I believe with every fiber of my being that EVERYTHING happens for a reason. We may not know at the time what that reason is, but IN time the reason will reveal itself. Patience will give you clarity.
That is a a loaded statement isn't it? My patience has been running a bit thin as of late, and I had to get out of my heart and retreat back into my head for a bit. I'm a thinker. It happens. Then, when I figure it out, I Gibb's slap the back of my own head and get back into my heart. I work better from there.
I am sitting at my desk typing as You've Got Mail is on my TV for the second time in less than twelve hours. It is one of my top 5 favorite movies. Random, I know. Welcome to my world.
Moving on.
Have you ever read a book and envisioned yourself in the role of whatever female character you relate to the most? Or do you envision one of your favorite actresses playing that role, having already cast the eventual "movie based on a book"?
Do you ever feel like your LIFE is one giant movie? For me, I see my life as one really long mini series, with a kick ass soundtrack designed just for me. For a long time, it was put on a shelf collecting dust, like toys put away as you get older and are molded to put such foolish things away.
I was told many years ago, "Life isn't a movie. Stop thinking that it is and pay attention to reality". I will not tell you who it was that put that in my head. It is not a stretch for most of you to figure it out. I put my silly dreams aside and my soundtrack on the shelf. The music in my head stopped playing and I moved through life asleep, becoming ever more resentful of this person who I let tell me how to live. More angry with myself for taking it as Gospel.
Fast forward 15 years. My soundtrack came back with a quiet phrase that repeated in my head over and over again until I heard the song in it's entirety and "woke up". The phrase? Tick tick tock tock.....tick tick tock tock.
I realized, after I "woke up", that the fighting at two in the morning, was the wrestling I was doing with myself. (2008...another parallel). I have a hard time listening to that song now. It reminds me of a painful time and hard decisions. (insert Gravity- Sarah Bareilles) I digress.
Since then, so much has happened. I made a tough decision. Even in just under a year my life has changed. It has been hard at times, as change can usually bring about hardship, but it is infinitely brighter now. I see things with more clarity. I am stronger and braver than I have ever been. I hear the lyrics in music again, and I allow them to move me...as they should. As they were always meant to.
My life IS a movie. It's mine. There is no script, only guidelines. To tell a dreamer not to dream is like slowly depriving fire of oxygen, until one day that fire either dies, or searches desperately for an alternate source of air, causing an explosion and ultimately leaving destruction in it's wake. (insert Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- John Mayer)
Dying out was not an option.
I found oxygen.
It caused an explosion, and the damage was watching my children lose what they knew a family to be.
However, like most destruction, there is a chance to start new, and build again. Even in that there is music.
I guess my point in this rant, is that it's okay that I'm a dreamer. I'm not the only one. (insert Imagine-John Lennon). It's okay that I see my life playing out as a movie. I give myself permission, because I have come to realize, again, I'm not the only one. There are others out there that share the same thought. It took me a looooonnnggg time to see that. I find comfort in knowing that I'm not crazy, just slightly on the left side of sane.
I am me. It is has been a scary thing learning to be me again. I am discovering that in loving myself, I have SO much more love to give. (insert Bruised But not Broken- Joss Stone) It's been fun getting to know me again. To remember the little girl who used to build mud pies in the alley behind her house. The one who used to sit in the giant willow tree and sing to herself. The girl who would sit in the crab apple tree at the edge of the street and throw the berries at oncoming cars.
The girl who would sit in the window seat in the bedroom she shared with her little sister, and feel the Summer breeze across her face as she dreamt of being Cyd Charisse. The girl who would rock out to Styx, and Mr. Mister. Journey, Chicago and the Beastie Boys in her living room with her older sister while using an ironing board as her keyboard; Or sometimes a broom as her guitar and a carpet sweeper as her mic stand.
The girl who played little league. The painfully shy girl who danced and sang at every talent show she could, because being on stage felt like home.
The girl who once got in big trouble with Sister Marie because during a recess when it started to rain and everyone went inside to watch a movie, she was off in her own little world... dancing in it.
The brave girl who found the strength to sing at her Mother's funeral without falling to her knees.
I have found her again, and she is rather good company. She has reminded me that my soundtrack began in 2nd grade when I sang in front of an audience for the first time during First Communion, carried through a blur of scattered memories until I stood in front of an audience of 800+ people and sang Out Here on My Own- Irene Cara at my high school pre-graduation ceremony.
One of my favorite quotes EVER is... "If you enter this world knowing you are loved, and leave it knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with." ~Michael Jackson.
I alter that quote by adding ...."and there is a song for every moment."
Right now, I am thankful for the lessons I learned yesterday, happy to have this present, and hopeful for all my tomorrows, however many they may be.
My life has a soundtrack and right now the song playing is Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now-Joss Stone.
What's playing on yours?
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Living Life to it's Fullest....
My intention was to blog last night since it's been a while, but it was a wonderfully full day and I was beyond tired. Still am quite frankly. It is a curse. Moving on.
I was thinking about the phrase "Live your life to the fullest" yesterday and rolled it around in my head like a marble. Which is ironic since I thought I had lost them all. That phrase could mean many things to different people. Here's what I figured out it means to me.
To take *each* day and fill it with as many things that bring you joy. Right now, my job does not bring me joy, but the people I work with do, and I am working to change jobs soon! (Job interview on Sunday morning. Wish me luck!) Anything I can get my hands on creatively brings me joy and when I am inspired to create I am beyond happy. Dance brings me joy. Singing brings me joy. I breathe IN music and breathe OUT dance.
My children bring me joy. Every day I learn from them. They not only teach me how to be a better Mom but to never let go of my inner child. I'm not sure that's possible anyway given that it took me years to find her again and now that she's awake she's not getting snuffed out ever again.
Spending time with my bestie brings me immense joy. There is laughter and light and the time spent with her fills my heart and fuels my spirit.
Twitter, for the most part, brings me joy. I learn a lot about people there. My timeline is 95% drama free and that makes it a pleasant place to be. I am who I say I am. Period.
(Note: Dear Future Boyfriend, don't expect me to give up Twitter. Not happening. I need witnesses to my life. I need people to know I was here....that I lived, I loved. So if you love me, you'll have to accept that part of me. Love, your future girlfriend.)
A perfect example to me of living life to the fullest was yesterday. I woke up, well, twice. Once REALLY early *slow wide smile* and then again around 8am. Showered, dressed, packed up my laptop and headed for my bestie's house, stopping for coffee on the way. We spent the day in what we refer to as "Storytime". See she's a brilliant writer and is currently working on Book 2 (First book is finished and she will write her queries soon) and anytime she has reworked or written something new she reads it to me. I absolutely LOVE being read to. What kid doesn't?
We laughed, we ate lunch we bounced ideas around as to where to take the storyline. While there I got a phone call from the place I had submitted my resume just a few days ago and set up an interview for Sunday. I then went home quite happy with the day, kissed my kids, changed and headed to the studio to teach my Adult Tap class. Afterwards, I ran to the grocery store to get the things I needed to make dinner. Got home, unloaded groceries, began preparing dinner while listening to my daughters power point presentation. Got dinner into the oven and finally had a chance to take my shoes off and get out of my dance gear.
With dinner ready, I sat down and watched the last half of the Celtics game while I ate. Then, I tucked my kids into bed, grabbed my nightly cup of hot tea and crawled into bed with a good book.
While I didn't win the lottery or find a cure for cancer or walk down the red carpet at a movie premier-don't worry I'll get there ;) - I *did* fill my day with the things that bring me joy. I try very hard to do that EVERY day. Some days it's a challenge but for the most part, I do not shy away from LIFE. Every aspect of it. Good, bad, heartbreaking, heart mending. ALL of it. We are put here for a reason and although it may sound silly, we MUST learn to pay attention to the small things. The little parts of our days. A smile, a laugh, a misstep, falling flat on our asses. The hugs, the tears, the frustrations. Every ounce of it. Because one day, we will realize that it is in the little things that make our lives full.
I was thinking about the phrase "Live your life to the fullest" yesterday and rolled it around in my head like a marble. Which is ironic since I thought I had lost them all. That phrase could mean many things to different people. Here's what I figured out it means to me.
To take *each* day and fill it with as many things that bring you joy. Right now, my job does not bring me joy, but the people I work with do, and I am working to change jobs soon! (Job interview on Sunday morning. Wish me luck!) Anything I can get my hands on creatively brings me joy and when I am inspired to create I am beyond happy. Dance brings me joy. Singing brings me joy. I breathe IN music and breathe OUT dance.
My children bring me joy. Every day I learn from them. They not only teach me how to be a better Mom but to never let go of my inner child. I'm not sure that's possible anyway given that it took me years to find her again and now that she's awake she's not getting snuffed out ever again.
Spending time with my bestie brings me immense joy. There is laughter and light and the time spent with her fills my heart and fuels my spirit.
Twitter, for the most part, brings me joy. I learn a lot about people there. My timeline is 95% drama free and that makes it a pleasant place to be. I am who I say I am. Period.
(Note: Dear Future Boyfriend, don't expect me to give up Twitter. Not happening. I need witnesses to my life. I need people to know I was here....that I lived, I loved. So if you love me, you'll have to accept that part of me. Love, your future girlfriend.)
A perfect example to me of living life to the fullest was yesterday. I woke up, well, twice. Once REALLY early *slow wide smile* and then again around 8am. Showered, dressed, packed up my laptop and headed for my bestie's house, stopping for coffee on the way. We spent the day in what we refer to as "Storytime". See she's a brilliant writer and is currently working on Book 2 (First book is finished and she will write her queries soon) and anytime she has reworked or written something new she reads it to me. I absolutely LOVE being read to. What kid doesn't?
We laughed, we ate lunch we bounced ideas around as to where to take the storyline. While there I got a phone call from the place I had submitted my resume just a few days ago and set up an interview for Sunday. I then went home quite happy with the day, kissed my kids, changed and headed to the studio to teach my Adult Tap class. Afterwards, I ran to the grocery store to get the things I needed to make dinner. Got home, unloaded groceries, began preparing dinner while listening to my daughters power point presentation. Got dinner into the oven and finally had a chance to take my shoes off and get out of my dance gear.
With dinner ready, I sat down and watched the last half of the Celtics game while I ate. Then, I tucked my kids into bed, grabbed my nightly cup of hot tea and crawled into bed with a good book.
While I didn't win the lottery or find a cure for cancer or walk down the red carpet at a movie premier-don't worry I'll get there ;) - I *did* fill my day with the things that bring me joy. I try very hard to do that EVERY day. Some days it's a challenge but for the most part, I do not shy away from LIFE. Every aspect of it. Good, bad, heartbreaking, heart mending. ALL of it. We are put here for a reason and although it may sound silly, we MUST learn to pay attention to the small things. The little parts of our days. A smile, a laugh, a misstep, falling flat on our asses. The hugs, the tears, the frustrations. Every ounce of it. Because one day, we will realize that it is in the little things that make our lives full.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Cream Cheese Cupcakes....
A departure from my normal blogs, a request has been made for my Cream Cheese Cupcake recipe with Cream Cheese frosting. The scent of the Red Velvet Cupcake candle my bestie gave me for Christmas had me wanting cupcakes. So.....I made some.
Enjoy!
Cream Cheese Cupcakes
Cream the butter and sugar. Add block of cream cheese and beat until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Mix in the vanilla. Sift together the flour, salt, and baking powder. Add to the first mixture. Alternating with the milk. Fill well-greased muffin pans or paper baking cups 1/3 full. Bake in a 350 degree oven for about 25 minutes. Makes about 2 dozen
Frosting:
Enjoy!
Cream Cheese Cupcakes
- 1/2 cup butter
- 1 cup sugar
- 1 8oz block of cream cheese
- 2 eggs
- 1 teaspoon vanilla
- 1 3/4 cups flour
- 1/2 teaspoon salt
- 2 teaspoons baking powder
- 1/2 cup half and half
Cream the butter and sugar. Add block of cream cheese and beat until light and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating well after each addition. Mix in the vanilla. Sift together the flour, salt, and baking powder. Add to the first mixture. Alternating with the milk. Fill well-greased muffin pans or paper baking cups 1/3 full. Bake in a 350 degree oven for about 25 minutes. Makes about 2 dozen
Frosting:
- 2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened
- 1/2 cup butter, softened
- 2 cups sifted confectioners sugar
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Mostly Totally Fine.......
While a good amount of people spend the days leading up to Christmas in a shopping frenzy, scurrying about trying to find the perfect gift for that perfect one. Decorating the house and filling out Christmas cards filling the universe with cheer. I, spend the entire month of December, mostly numb. I have a hard time engaging and investing emotionally in the holiday spirit. I go on with my days like any other.
I came home from work tonight to a disgruntled daughter who became upset after finding the latest Stephanie Plum book already on my nightstand, thus thwarting her plans to get said book for me as a Christmas present. She said, " You are the worst person in the world to shop for because YOU NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING!"
I don't. What do I need? I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food on the table. I have heat in my house and a car that gets me from point A to point B. I have two happy and healthy kids who love me and I them. I have the air in my lungs and every day that I wake up is another chance to get it right. The rest is gravy. I find sheer joy in giving to others. The looks on their faces is gift enough for me. Which really drives people crazy. Particularly my kids. Material things matter very little to me. What I want, money cannot buy.... Okay, so technically you "can" buy it, but that's not the kind of love I want. It must be given freely.
Anyway, tomorrow morning I will put up the Christmas tree and get it ready for the kids to decorate tomorrow night after I'm done teaching my Adult Tap Class. It's a 6.5 foot tree that is covered in toys and action figure ornaments. It's a tree that once it's up and lit makes me happy to sit back and look at, but it's also bittersweet for me.
On December 22, 1990 I buried my Mother. The Cheese in My Cheesecake
On December 22, 2010 my divorce was final. As freeing as it was, it was still the end of the life I knew for 15 years.
This year, my kids will be with their Dad, my parents will be with my brother and I will be alone. It's hard to say how I will feel on Christmas morning. Most of me thinks I'll be just fine. Christmas Eve is usually spent in tradition with me making lasagna and the kids each opening one small gift before bed. I will still make lasagna, it'll just be a smaller pan. lol I have plans of sitting on the couch, with a good book and the Celtics game on my TV. Perhaps I'll rent a movie. See, really not much different than a regular Saturday for me. It's totally fine.
Yup.
Totally fine.
Mostly.
I came home from work tonight to a disgruntled daughter who became upset after finding the latest Stephanie Plum book already on my nightstand, thus thwarting her plans to get said book for me as a Christmas present. She said, " You are the worst person in the world to shop for because YOU NEVER ASK FOR ANYTHING!"
I don't. What do I need? I have a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food on the table. I have heat in my house and a car that gets me from point A to point B. I have two happy and healthy kids who love me and I them. I have the air in my lungs and every day that I wake up is another chance to get it right. The rest is gravy. I find sheer joy in giving to others. The looks on their faces is gift enough for me. Which really drives people crazy. Particularly my kids. Material things matter very little to me. What I want, money cannot buy.... Okay, so technically you "can" buy it, but that's not the kind of love I want. It must be given freely.
Anyway, tomorrow morning I will put up the Christmas tree and get it ready for the kids to decorate tomorrow night after I'm done teaching my Adult Tap Class. It's a 6.5 foot tree that is covered in toys and action figure ornaments. It's a tree that once it's up and lit makes me happy to sit back and look at, but it's also bittersweet for me.
On December 22, 1990 I buried my Mother. The Cheese in My Cheesecake
On December 22, 2010 my divorce was final. As freeing as it was, it was still the end of the life I knew for 15 years.
This year, my kids will be with their Dad, my parents will be with my brother and I will be alone. It's hard to say how I will feel on Christmas morning. Most of me thinks I'll be just fine. Christmas Eve is usually spent in tradition with me making lasagna and the kids each opening one small gift before bed. I will still make lasagna, it'll just be a smaller pan. lol I have plans of sitting on the couch, with a good book and the Celtics game on my TV. Perhaps I'll rent a movie. See, really not much different than a regular Saturday for me. It's totally fine.
Yup.
Totally fine.
Mostly.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Dance with Me.......
My intentions were to sit down a pound out a blog last week, and then, well, that didn't happen. Thanksgiving sprung quick and then I stumbled face first into a fist I like to refer to as "Whatever-the-shit-this-is". Otherwise known as the flu.
The entire management team at work is sick, however the other two had not only a head cold, but the stomach flu as well. I have lucked out in that ball o' fun as of yet and am praying it passes over me. It started with Mom, then moved to Pops, but with his immune system being pretty much non existent he ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. It has now latched onto me and has been trying to kick my ass since last Friday. I'm stubborn though, and as hard as it kicks I kick that much harder. I'm not a martyr by any means. I'm stubborn out of necessity.
I don't have the time to be sick. I'm a Mom. Those of you who are Mothers will know that's reason enough. On top of which, I work at a place where if I don't work, I don't get paid. There is no holiday pay, no sick time. So, I don't work, I don't pay the bills. Not okay. If that means I sacrifice myself and my health then I do. Am I crazy about it? No. I rest when I can and am drinking plenty of fluids. I've had very little appetite and can't sleep so that sucks, but is not that far from normal. The appetite thing is, but I'm sure that will return to normal soon.
The other side of this of course is that I have a very hard time with 'idle'. I have Tuesday and Wednesday off this week and for most of today I did indeed stay in bed. I ran a couple of errands much to my bestie's chagrin, but I *had* to go to the bank today. How was I to know she was gonna surprise me with egg drop soup? lol I was gone when she got here and when I got back a very funny attempt at trying to take my keys away and steal my shoes was made. I needed the laugh. I haven't laughed in a minute and that's not okay either. By the time she left she had me swearing I wouldn't leave my house until I had to work on Thursday, to which I informed her that I had to teach Wednesday night. I then suggested we go to see Breaking Dawn tonight, to which she agreed and then informed me that I was a pain in the ass.
I cannot disagree with that. However, we did in fact go see Breaking Dawn tonight. I was rather disappointed in the lack of shirtless Jacob, and the score sucked, and they messed with the storyline BUT Jacob did say three of my favorite words ever, so it wasn't a total waste.
"Dance with me."
Those three words can take my breath away. Someone I love said those three very words to me a while ago, taking the air out of my lungs when I read them. He probably doesn't remember, but I do. I remember the night and where he was when he said it. I was at home, and he was on a train and it was the wee small hours of morning. He's not known to sleep much either, so that works in my favor. Anyway, I have it saved and the picture saved. I remember.
My response to him was, "Always."
We have yet to have that dance. When the time is right..............we will. :)
The entire management team at work is sick, however the other two had not only a head cold, but the stomach flu as well. I have lucked out in that ball o' fun as of yet and am praying it passes over me. It started with Mom, then moved to Pops, but with his immune system being pretty much non existent he ended up in the hospital with pneumonia. It has now latched onto me and has been trying to kick my ass since last Friday. I'm stubborn though, and as hard as it kicks I kick that much harder. I'm not a martyr by any means. I'm stubborn out of necessity.
I don't have the time to be sick. I'm a Mom. Those of you who are Mothers will know that's reason enough. On top of which, I work at a place where if I don't work, I don't get paid. There is no holiday pay, no sick time. So, I don't work, I don't pay the bills. Not okay. If that means I sacrifice myself and my health then I do. Am I crazy about it? No. I rest when I can and am drinking plenty of fluids. I've had very little appetite and can't sleep so that sucks, but is not that far from normal. The appetite thing is, but I'm sure that will return to normal soon.
The other side of this of course is that I have a very hard time with 'idle'. I have Tuesday and Wednesday off this week and for most of today I did indeed stay in bed. I ran a couple of errands much to my bestie's chagrin, but I *had* to go to the bank today. How was I to know she was gonna surprise me with egg drop soup? lol I was gone when she got here and when I got back a very funny attempt at trying to take my keys away and steal my shoes was made. I needed the laugh. I haven't laughed in a minute and that's not okay either. By the time she left she had me swearing I wouldn't leave my house until I had to work on Thursday, to which I informed her that I had to teach Wednesday night. I then suggested we go to see Breaking Dawn tonight, to which she agreed and then informed me that I was a pain in the ass.
I cannot disagree with that. However, we did in fact go see Breaking Dawn tonight. I was rather disappointed in the lack of shirtless Jacob, and the score sucked, and they messed with the storyline BUT Jacob did say three of my favorite words ever, so it wasn't a total waste.
"Dance with me."
Those three words can take my breath away. Someone I love said those three very words to me a while ago, taking the air out of my lungs when I read them. He probably doesn't remember, but I do. I remember the night and where he was when he said it. I was at home, and he was on a train and it was the wee small hours of morning. He's not known to sleep much either, so that works in my favor. Anyway, I have it saved and the picture saved. I remember.
My response to him was, "Always."
We have yet to have that dance. When the time is right..............we will. :)
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Confetti Tears...
This....
Okay, here's where I stand in this.
A) It must be said there isn't a better DJ than Cheapshot for this gig. That's just a fact. He's my favorite! One of the reasons being that he doesn't flip a frakkin song every 10 seconds. He actually let's you enjoy more than 3 notes into a song. Also, he's just fun! :)
Secondly) To see Boyz II Men is on my Bucket List. GAH!
Third ) It's not in Times Square. So, I won't freeze my ass off and there's a place to pee. Dude. My bladder is the size of a grain of rice and there's no way I would survive Times Square on NYE. You have to hold it for HOURS cause there's no where to pee yo!
And last but not least) The venues and huge arenas and massive tour of the 9 was fun, but always in honesty, I miss the 5. My favorite tour since this reunion began has been the CasiNO Tour. Why? Well....many reasons...but a big one is because of the intimacy of it. The connection to the audience is stronger. I just LOVE that.It *feels* more like family to me.
Since the tease of this possibility was thrown out into the universe I've been going in circles in my mind trying to make it work. Here is where I'm at in the thought process. Stay with me kids. lol
Here's what I foresee happening. I will buy a ticket and book my flight and will be forced with two choices. I must preface these choices by saying my co worker who took the GM position of the store last month is putting in her notice Dec 1st. Why? Because she moved to Iowa from Cali to go to school not run a Monkey Joes. She plans on having her last day be Dec 23rd. Which means it will be me and the other Assistant running the place during our busy season. I had the opportunity to take the GM position and decided against it because there's no health benefits where I work. This is a big concern for me, because since I have PKD it's difficult to get my own policy due to my pre-existing condition. If I go somewhere with a group plan it's a non-factor. Plus, this is not what I want to be doing for the rest of my life. It is not my chosen career. It puts food on my table. Period.
I LOVE kids. I LOVE being around them, but I'm a dancer and a dance teacher. My destiny is not in making pizzas, mopping floors and dragging a giant purple monkey around town. $10 an hour and no benefits isn't a wise career choice, but I'm a single Mom and I'm happy to have a job right now. I digress.
Back to the forseable choices.... I will buy a ticket to the concert, book my flight, and then either not be able to go, because I'll get stuck working, OR say fuck it and get on that plane and have no job when I get home. EVERY fiber of my being wants to be THERE in NYC for NYE. There is no where else I'd rather be at midnight than there....in that moment. My heart needs to be in that moment.
Sadly, my freakin head is in the way.
Because I am who I am.....I can't do it. My kids come first. To not have a job to come home to is unacceptable. I have plans I'm trying to make. Going to NYC for NYE will not allow me to afford to go to Boston in the spring like I plan on doing. Nor L.A. in late spring early summer. Nor will I be able to afford to go to Kentucky for my cousin's wedding OR back to NYC on a road trip with my kids and bestie. on top of which I'm still trying to move out east. There is SO much I want to do, and things I WILL do, and all of them require me to be responsible and smart.
So, you see...NYC for NYE is in my head swirling about. Like a tornado of anger! (That's a Kicking and Screaming reference. If you haven't seen that movie watch it with your kids. Will Ferrell is genius)
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the corner rocking back and forth and crying confetti tears.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Rabbit's Descriptive Essay....
The other night my daughter was working on her homework and I said, "Whatcha workin on Rabbit?"
"My person of interest descriptive essay," she said.
"What's it about?"
"You."
"Oh!"
She turned and asked me if I'd like to hear it when she was done.
When I am pulled in 8 different directions, my kids stop me in my tracks and remind me that I matter, if to no one else...to them. And that in whatever decisions I have made and will make, I know I'm doing something right as a parent.
The essay....including outline....
"My person of interest descriptive essay," she said.
"What's it about?"
"You."
"Oh!"
She turned and asked me if I'd like to hear it when she was done.
When I am pulled in 8 different directions, my kids stop me in my tracks and remind me that I matter, if to no one else...to them. And that in whatever decisions I have made and will make, I know I'm doing something right as a parent.
The essay....including outline....
Descriptive Essay
I. Introduction
a. My mommy’s name is Ann Marie, obviously.
b. She was born on September 15, 1974, in South Carolina.
c. On the Chinese zodiac, she’s a tiger (I think).
d. Her hair is black, short, and spikey, she has brown eyes, and is very talented.
e. Let me tell you about her talents.
II. Body
a. Best mommy ever
i. Loves and cares for my brother and I
ii. Sometimes she spoils me
iii. I can tell her anything and she’ll listen and give advice
b. Dancing
i. Has taught for more than 5 yrs.
ii. She has a specialty in hip-hop
iii. Likes to dance with me
c. Singing
i. Is very good at it
ii. Practices and records a lot
iii. Tried out for “ The Voice “
III. Conclusion
a. Well, those are my mommy’s talents!
b. Do you think she’s talented?
c. Well, I do and I’m very proud she’s my mommy.
d. You’re sort of jealous, right?
Ann Marie
My mommy’s name is Ann Marie, obviously. She was born on September 15, 1974, in South Carolina. On the Chinese zodiac, she’s a tiger (I think). Her hair is black, short, and spikey, her eyes are a dark brown, and she’s very talented. Let me tell you about some of her talents. J
What she does best is being the best mommy ever. She loves and cares about my brother and I unconditionally. Sometimes she spoils me, but that’s usually my grandma’s work. J Last but not least, I can tell her anything and she’ll listen and give me advice.
Another one of her talents is dancing. When we lived in Hudson, Wisconsin, she taught at a dance studio for more than 5 yrs. She’s also been great at all types of dance, but hip-hop is her specialty, believe it or not. Sometimes she’ll turn on music in the afternoon, and we’ll dance.
Last but not least, boy can she sing!!! Her voice is like an angel! She practices everyday whether or not it’s in the car or when she’s doing the dishes. When she likes a song, she’ll practice, record, and post it on you tube. There’s a show called “The Voice” that my mommy tried out for next season, but she didn’t make it. Those of you that have been to my house are surprised, I bet.
Well, those are my mommy’s talents! Do you think she’s talented? Well, I guess you can’t form an opinion until you have seen her do her thing herself. Anyway, I ‘m very glad she’s my mommy. You’re jealous, right?
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