March goodness

It’s been a good week.

Obviously a good week because it was my birthday and because it is March and March is consistently a good time for so many reasons…including the fact that it is my birthday.

A birthday my favorite son forgot. Yes. He. Did. He’s still my favorite son.

My favorite son who just so happens to have some pretty good taste in music as he introduces me to his latest discovery. Yes, he asked me if I had ever heard of Radiohead…as we were together listening to Radiohead.

It was a good week to honor the strong women that my darling husband and I have raised. I can’t imagine that there will ever come a day where I am not in awe that these humans share my DNA…mine!

It’s the perfect time to save computer-simulated lives…

and wonder where the hell is the computer-simulated code team already. Next week is my date with the mannikin. I am certain that there will be dirty talk.

It’s the perfect time to warm your bare toes in the sunshine…and ignore the weeds…or, better yet, watch your darling husband and favorite son pull the weeds whilst warming your toes in the March sunshine.

It’s also the perfect time to drive around the Valley with the roof open …allergies be damned.

Oh, and let’s not forget Daylight Saving Time because, in spite of everything wrong with Daylight Saving Time, turning the clocks ahead one hour means after dinner walks with views like this. It also means that I am back in the same time zone as darling daughter #4.

For me, March is good, so very good.

Only those with tenacity can march forward in March. ~ Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

 

this week’s photo dump

Feeling lazy…fighting hard against Bill’s nasty cold that he picked up after our trip to Texas that everyone else is succumbing to…thinking that I have way too much to say and not really wanting to say much of anything at all…I’m just going to dump another slide show on y’all.

Yes, I’m running more again and I am thinking seriously about running the Modesto Half…the one I couldn’t run three years ago. No, I still don’t have a place to hang all those race medals from all of those other half marathons that I ran three or four years ago. But I do have these new, sweet compression tights which proved to be AMAZING on their inaugural 5 miler.

Yes, I am THAT mom who sent her son to school with mismatched socks. In my defense, it was Spirit Week and yes, one day was Mismatched Socks Day.

But the next day was NOT Dirty Face and Un-brushed Teeth Day. Twelve is such a wonderful, kind of scummy age. Yes, I am THAT mom who didn’t notice this until he leaned over to kiss me goodbye at the drop-off. I don’t imagine that he will forgive me for the spit bath I gave him anytime soon. That’s okay.

Halloween came the next day and that trauma was soon forgotten. This happens to be the first year where an older sister wasn’t using him as her trick or treat beard…er, I mean volunteering to take him trick or treating which meant even more candy for him and his new neighbor and friend here. Do you know how awesome it is to have a friend your age living on your street and who likes doing the same things you do? Daniel says it is definitely awesome.

And while Daniel was haunting the neighborhood, some sisters were busy making adventures of their own.

Nieces too.

Fallon’s very first flight, from San Francisco to Atlanta.

Where she and Hazel rocked it as the flower girls.

Hard!

Meanwhile, you know that Halloween drinking game everyone was playing this year?

Major fail here under The Big Top.

Two Elsas and one Anna.

A good thing since I voted while passing out candy.

Then there was the end to Daylight Saving for this year. For some of us it was hard…really hard!

As for me, driving home from SFO late tonight, after picking up my daughter, her husband and their wonderful, little flower girls, I am thankful for that extra hour. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is wine in that cup.

 

 

 

fresh taps

Only a dancer can appreciate how beautiful a brand new pair of tap shoes are fresh out of the box.

Well, the parent of a dancer can appreciate it too…after she is done grousing about what a pain in the butt it has suddenly become to find this certain type of black jazz flexed sole tap shoes…especially for children with tiny, narrow feet.

But that’s another story.

I think that this just might be the last pair of tap shoes that I bought for Jodie.

Perhaps.

I warned y’all that this will likely be a season of lasts.

Maybe.

We shall see.

The first competition of the season went fairly well. Yes, there was a little drama, a lot of stress, hugs, kisses and a few tears but up on that stage our Dance Stars shined.

And the Dance Mom/Mima of these two stars couldn’t ask for anything more.

Now if we could just get over our after-competition-hangover with a little lost-hour-thank-you-Daylight-Savings stirred in for good measure. Thank goodness for Spring Break and staycation!

 

daylight savings, disaster planning and relief, and elections, you know, the usual thoughts in my head

Typical Monday here under the Big Top, everyone is back to work and school but, thanks to falling back on hour early Sunday morning, everyone is dragging just a little. Gain an hour, lose an hour, whatever it is it seems that for the following week or so we are just dragging our butts trying to adjust to the time change. At least that is what my circus family can blame it on this week. Me, I could just as easily say it is because I was working nights this weekend, like I usually do, and here I am today trying to re-set my clock back to a daytime person.

I usually avoid working the weekend of Daylight Savings in the Fall and the Spring like the plague when I can. Losing or gaining an hour while at work is just too much for someone like me. Don’t believe me? Well there I was at 0159 Sunday morning minding my own business and calculating intake volumes versus output volumes of one of my patients. I know that it was 0159 because I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost two o’clock.

But a minute later and BAM!

It’s one o’clock in the morning AGAIN! It’s as if that last hour NEVER HAPPENED. The rest of you were all sleeping soundly and I was forced to repeat an hour. And yet I still remained an hour older. It’s just not fair.

But you know what is awesome, like really awesome? The NICU staff of NYU’s Langone Medical Center. By now you heard of their emergency evacuation twenty of the tiniest of patients, dependent on ventilators breathing for them down nine flights of stairs in the darkness. I personally believe I am fortunate to have the most amazing job ever but moments like this serve to remind just how amazing NICU nurses can be and are. I get to say that I am part of a unique group of heroic rock stars.

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Nurses like my doppelganger, Margot Condon. I can only try to imagine what she and her colleagues were going through. Years ago, I was working in a unit that also lost power and suffered generator failure for a length of time. While we had no superstorm pounding down upon us or negotiating nine flights of stairs in the darkness to contend with, it certainly was a harrowing time keeping tiny babies warm while hand-bagging them waiting for what seemed to be an endless eternity for the power to come back on. But we did because that is what we do. We certainly don’t work under such circumstances every day or night…thank god! But we do plan and prepare for yes, such events and scenarios like what happened last week in New York. I just came back from such a meeting in my own unit. Yes, we all were very inspired by our colleagues back East. You all are indeed heroes!

Speaking of Superstorm Sandy, local Central Valley folks, our dance studio is hooked up with another on the East Coast that is preparing to bring relief and help to the victims of Staten Island. From now until Friday we are collecting and preparing to ship some of the basics to be distributed to those who have lost everything. We are collecting any donations of the following items (new please):
Boots
Socks
Toiletries
Work gloves
blankets
Baby clothes
Disposable diapers
Bleach
Mops
Phone chargers
Power strips
Underwear
Small riding luggage
Cat sand
Dog treats
Blankets for animals
Fresh pillows
If you live here in the Central Valley and would like to help out this collection effort leave a comment here or contact Dance Stars at 456-7373 for further details.

Imagining my own family in such dire straits with just the clothes on our backs, how could I not make a Target run. I wish there was more to give from us but I hope that this will help a family not unlike our own.

Then there is tomorrow’s election. God only knows the outcome of this one, unless you believe the Redskins Rule or the World Series Rule or the hundreds of different polls. Regardless, get out and vote because this is factoring out to be one of those elections where every single vote will count. We voted last week

For Abby it was the first time. If only all of us voting could then filter out the vomiting of political ads EVERYWHERE…if only…maybe the next Presidential election…if only. Until then, if you haven’t already, get out and exercise your right as an American citizen and vote no matter what the weather is or how long you have to stand in line…people died just so you could enjoy this right.