Note to self: when wearing comfortable clothes around the house, change before leaving to pick up child from Yeshiva. I am wearing a white gypsy skirt that harkens back to my heavy days, but I like that its loose, with a long sleeved tee and a cute short black dress over it….ok fine here is a pic (yes no face shot – I hated how I looked lol (vain much?)…..) .
It’s fine for doing housework and bumming around. It’s very comfortable. For hanging out.
School finished earlier than usual and when I got the phone call I flew over there to get the little ‘un. As I ran to catch the light to cross the street I felt my skirt get longer and longer around the ankles. I figured it was just flapping in the wind. I got to the other side. Skirt totally in a puddle around my ankles. Totally fell off me.
I casually bent down, pulled it up very demurely, and sauntered off whistling as if I had no cares in the world. I couldn’t even look around to see if anyone was staring, but it is a busy corner….Luckily I had that little dress on top…..otherwise my mortification would have been worse. Luckily this was before I had picked up my son, otherwise my embarrassment would have never have abated.
I think its time to give up this skirt…..or take it in….. but I doubt I will wear it again in its current state.
The Doors – come on baby light my fire
Pointer sisters – Fire
Billy Joel – we didn’t start the fire
Simply Red – Love Fire
Sinead O’ Connor – Fire on Babylon
Johnny Cash – Ring of Fire
Van Halen – On Fire
Alice Cooper – House of Fire
Peter Gabriel – Walk thru the fire
INXS – Girl on Fire
John Mellencamp – Paper in Fire
The Trammps – Disco Inferno
The Platters – Smoke gets in your eyes
Aerosmith – She’s on Fire
KLF – build a fire
Abba – Kisses of Fire
Bob Marley – Slave Driver
Olivia Newton-John – Walk Through Fire
Please feel free to add to my list…..
A while back I asked you what worked for you in cleaning your house. I finally figured out a system that works for me. I work on the cleaning in 15 minute increments and then reward myself with 15 minutes of online time, TV time or reading time or just veg out time. I find if I break it up into segments it doesn’t seem quite so overwhelming. When you have a whole house to clean one thinks it will take forever. But it is surprising how quickly you can get it done when motivated.
Another thing that works is ….. panic! Erev Shabbat (Friday) comes every week and I like the house to be spotless for the Sabbath Queen. This past week my two oldest boys were home from school by 12.30 and although they were desperate to Wii or watch TV or do something else mindless to tune school out, for two solid hours they dusted and swept and mopped and helped with the laundry etc. And they did it without complaint. Of course it had to be a competition about who did more and who did it better, but they were involved and their help allowed me to finish the cooking and baking and to welcome the Sabbath Queen with a smile instead of an exhausted grimace.
I also have found that now that I am rising early to go jogging it is not as difficult to get motivated in the mornings. Add to that the fact that I am back on coffee – its win-win for everyone.
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by Lady Moore-Sabb
A seed is planted in the earth
The nurturing begins.
Nourishment has seeped inside
A process from within.
A rupturing has taken place
and stems begin to form.
The extension from the seed proceeds
to stretch out nice and long.
Subtly it makes it’s way
along the chosen path.
Pressing by each obstacle
with all the strength it has.
Till finally it’s drawn above
To reach the source of light.
To stretch beyond the prison cell
that first secured it’s life.
The sudden change in atmosphere
has brought a major jolt,
a temporary settling phase
for access where to grow.
The sun now beams in one on one
to lead the scrawny sprout.
while on the stem in pattern form
the leaves can now stick out.
Then the leaves begin to spread
and dress the modest star.
It’s easy now for us to know
what type of plant you are.
Your blueprint has been plotted out.
You path is recognized.
The buds you bare will finally grow
to be a useful size.
Your beauty has been scripted
from bulbs of long ago.
Before me stands a tulip
not just another rose.
How lovely are the leaves you bare,
the color of your scheme,
the shape with which you’ve formed yourself
My vision in a dream.
You represent a world of change
a need that’s now been met.
The need to know I’m on my way
Just haven’t got there yet.
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I succumbed about 10 minutes ago to a glorious piping hot cup of coffee. Two weeks without it was HELL. I have decided that I am to allow myself one cup of coffee per day in the morning to help me wake up totally ungrumpified. Now I know I can quit cold turkey if I want to.
I am not disappointed in myself – I made a choice. I thought it through from all angles. I think so long as I stick to my one cup a day all will be fine.