still

Most of the presents are wrapped and stacked up under the tree. My darling husband has finally hung the lights outside which is good because no one else on our street has. Slowly, but surely, The Big Top is getting Christmas-ier and Christmas-ier and it is good. It is very good.

Daniel comes to me the other day and says, “So I wrote a letter to Santa. I hope that it’s okay.

First thought: He still believes!

Second thought: Crap! None of these things were on any wish list that he gave me.

Third thought: Crap! I’m already done shopping for him!

Fourth thought: Aw! The first thing he wants to to know is how is Mrs. Claus and if Santa is treating her right. That’s my boy!

Fifth thought: He STILL believes!!

I ignored the spelling error in the letter because he asked about Mrs. Claus and he still believes.

So you want to give this letter to Santa?

Yes. Do you think he’ll like it?

I am absolutely certain that Santa will love it…so will Mrs. Claus.

He blushes.

So much for the letter he received last year, with a nod to Aimee for the great idea. That letter STILL sits on his bedside table and, yes, he re-reads it often.

He believes.

Still.

You know Mom, a lot of my friends at school don’t believe Santa is real.

Yeah?

Yeah. I feel sad for them.

Because they don’t receive gifts anymore?

No. They will always get presents. I’m just sad for them. The magic is gone.

And so he believes. Still.

He is turning thirteen in less than one month…let that sink in those of you following this adventure that I have shared since 2004. He’s turning thirteen…next month.

I’m kind of glad that he believes…still.

I won’t grow up…

There has to be a reason, in spite of my dotage, my knees that loudly crunch as I run up and down the stairs of The Big Top, the lines on my face and the gray that Hollie so artfully covers for me, why I seem to know the music and lyrics of practically every popular (and not so mainstream) artists these days. I could say that it is because I LOVE music, almost all music. It’s true. But, truth be told I blame the kids.

I do.

These dang kids!

Then again, I wouldn’t trade the chance to go to the Triple Ho Show with this girl.

Or stand for a few hours in the rain at the back stage door with the hopes of catching a glimpse of someone.

Or someone’s dog, out for a quick walk and pee, accompanied by a member of someone’s entourage.

Cute dog though.

Okay, truth be told, I didn’t get the standing in the rain backstage fan-girl/fan-boy experience but she invited me and introduced me to her friends and fan-girl/fan-boy community.

Then there were moments like this.

And the music.

Charli XCX

Um, me. Tweeting #TripleHoShow.. During the show. Quite a few of my tweets and pictures ended up on the big screen for everyone in the SAP Center to see.

Jessie J

Nick Jonas

Pete Wentz

Demi Lovato

And the latest and greatest, exciting “new” boy band, 5 Seconds of Summer…5SOS to the fans. Except they aren’t necessarily the wholesome, boy band some might think they are. I imagined some parents attending the show with their young 5SOS fans realized that for the first time last night.

Parents, listen to the lyrics…check them out on social media…just saying.

Me, I like the boys from Down Under. I hear their music here under The Big Top a lot. They remind me of a young Green Day band off their ADHD meds. I’m kind of partial to their Mrs. All-American but I also love their covers of the Romantics’ What I Like About You and Green Day’s American Idiot.

Honestly, I can’t imagine a better way to spend a rainy day and evening in December with one of my kids.

Priceless!

subdued, simpler, smarter, selfiebration-ish

Back from BlogHer14, missing pretty much all the parties and the sessions yet my head and my heart are full.

For me, there was scarcely any time for pictures but plenty of time for meeting up with old friends; not all as life and commitments always are calling, but some…enough to fill me up with the love, inspiration and encouragement I have been missing…needing. And all together we were enjoying our time. Time to hug a lot. Time to network. Time to talk about our writing, our photography and what drives us to post and create on our spaces. Reflecting on the fact that, yes, we are the “veteran bloggers”. Time taken to realize that, OMG, our kids are growing (grown) up much too fast while we seem to be getting older, perhaps grayer, achier and a little creakier. No one really wants to talk about those hormonal hot flashes but thank goodness for the Yoplait Greek Yogurt fans one could pick up in the Expo hall along with some other swag.

side note: Today I learned that swag is actually an acronym for “stuff we always get”. So says my darling daughter, Abby….The more you know.

I do regret not planning to attend the full conference as it did seem to be getting back to the basics…the blogging, the writing, the putting ourselves out there because we are enough in everything that we do everyday.

Thank goodness for Twitter and BlogHer live blogging everything. I know it’s not the same but it’s almost enough.

Meanwhile there were still many opportunities to be engaged here networking, walking through the expo, screening a movie coming soon to a theater near you, enjoying delicious food while talking with incredibly smart people about that which they are passionate about, sitting together in a suite with an incredible view discussing women, health issues, politics, mid-term elections, changing the world, telling our stories, empowering and encouraging one another.

Meanwhile, Khloe Kardashian showed up in the Expo Hall.

Whatever.

This was a much more subdued, simpler BlogHer and I definitely liked it. I’ll write more about it later. For now it’s family circus time.

 

 

putting away childish things

It’s a big moment in the life of one of our clowns today…and a big, oh-gawd-where-did-the-time-go moment for her parents. Jodie Grace Wynonna is 18 today.

  • she can now buy lottery tickets
  • and cigarettes if she smoked, which she doesn’t because…”eeeww!“. Her words, and mine
  • I am no longer privy to her health information nor can I make any healthcare type, informed consent decisions for her which scares the crap out of her…and me
  • she can register to vote and can vote for the first time next month
  • she can serve on a jury…so perhaps San Joaquin County will quit summoning my darling husband, the one with a steady paycheck right now
  • she is graduating from high school in, oh my glob, thirteen school days…she has a countdown clock
  •  she is no longer subjected to the local curfew laws that city officials really don’t enforce anyway
  • but the car still has a curfew….I am so glad that I was able to think fast on my feet all those years ago. Truly one of my better parenting moments

Nevertheless, let us all pause for a moment, or more, as we contemplate the fact that I am now the mother of four…FOUR adult children…technically…I mean at least two are still living under the Big Top and dependents…working…going to school…but still dependents. And for those of you who have been a part of this Adventures in Juggling for the last decade even way back in the AOL Journal days, yes, that bright, shiny, golden haired little girl is now 18 years old today.

18!

Weep now with me my people.

It’s okay. They are happy tears…for so many reasons.

Now watch her life flash before your eyes because that is pretty much what I have witnessed here.

pinteresting and more

Perfect for poolside…if I had a pool; or if my hot tub was working and not dismantled and just an empty shell as it has been for weeks now. Ahem, darling husband.

So there have been a few tornado watches and warning here in our neck of the woods. Yes, Northern Cali experiences tornadoes! People often forget that NorCal gets tornadoes. In fact, the only reports of tornadoes in the US on Wednesday, March 26 were from our area. But because everyone believes them to be rare, warnings sent out via text and phone just don’t get the respect they should in these here parts. Which means we get to see some pretty amazing pictures and videos like this.

Whoa, indeed!

Math nerds, mark your calendars.

Actually, I imagine that the math nerds have known about this a long time ago. The rest of us mere mortals are just now catching up.

For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way -
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.
~ Author Unknown ~

It’s even lovelier around my neck.

I want to be this awesome when I am 97.

And here I was all ready to write something thoughtful and eloquent about motherhood and Gwyneth Paltrow when Sarah of the Sticky Fingers Brigade did it for me.

Not one mother out there has never said (or thought to herself) some snarky, mean thought about other mothers doing it wrong, meaning not the way we are doing this mothering thing that we do so maybe we should chalk up Gwynnie’s thoughts to her doing just that. We can then smirk and shake our heads over her being a lot clueless and get back to trying to do our very best being the mothers that we are.

For those days when I have nothing to wear.

Thank you Caleb White for your service to us all.

Yes, thanks to Self and their mistake and pretty lame apology we discovered something pretty awesome that is Glam Runner because tutus are pretty damn awesome.

Even more better was that Self followed up on that apology by changing the conversation and keeping it positive.

You can support Girls on the Run — the charity on whose board Monika sits — and UCSD’s neurooncology lab where she is being treated, or you can go for a run tomorrow morning wherever you live, in a tutu or anything else you like. #ChangeTheConversation  #KeepingItPositive