When Max and I first started dating, this song was put on multiple mix cd's and it was pretty much played constantly. When I hear this song now, it helps me remember the reasons we fell in love. Sometimes it's good to remember. Life gets in the way much too often.
"Banana Pancakes"
by Jack Johnson
You hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song it’s meant to keep you
From doing what you’re supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we could sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it’s the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
There ain’t no need to go outside
But just maybe, hala ka ukulele
Mama made a baby
I really don’t mind the practice
Because you’re my little lady
Lady, lady love me
Because I love to lay here lazy
We could close the curtains
Pretend like there’s no world outside
And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
There ain’t no need to go outside
Ain’t no need, ain’t no need
Can’t you see, can’t you see
Rain all day and I don’t mind
Telephone singing, ringing, it’s too early
Don’t pick it up
We don’t need to
We got everything we need right here
And everything we need is enough
It’s just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm
Wake up slow, wake up slow
But baby, you hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song it’s meant to keep you
From doing what you’re supposed to
Like waking up too early
Maybe we could sleep in
I’ll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it’s the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Can’t you see that it’s just raining
There ain’t no need to go outside
Ain’t no need, ain’t no need
Rain all day and I really really really don’t mind
Can’t you see, can’t you see
We’ve got to wake up slow
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
First Day
We made the move. Lola is officially in her new school. We kept reminding her that Monday she would be at a new school with new teachers and new friends. It took me a whole 5 minutes to get to the school, it was great. Over the weekend, we got some new clothes shopping done, so she was decked out in some new shoes and a matching outfit. Well, she didn't wear the necklace to class...but you get the idea.
So, we walk in and she is still very excited. We go into her class and she jumps right into playing with the other kids. Who was I kidding thinking she would have a hard time adapting, right? She proved me wrong and I was very happy about that. One of the perks at this new place is that they have a live video feed for parents to log into and watch their kiddos! I was on that mug almost all day yesterday. It's so fun to watch her interact and play. The video isn't high quality or anything, but it enables me to just see that she's not sitting in a corner by herself all day.
When Max picked her up, she ran to him and exclaimed, "Daddy, Daddy...my new friends!"
I think she had a wonderful first day at her new school, and thus far I am happy about the move. I don't know how the potty training worked out, as the afternoon teachers did not give Max a report. Hopefully Max will ask for a report today and not walk out without one.
Yay for new schools and new friends!
So, we walk in and she is still very excited. We go into her class and she jumps right into playing with the other kids. Who was I kidding thinking she would have a hard time adapting, right? She proved me wrong and I was very happy about that. One of the perks at this new place is that they have a live video feed for parents to log into and watch their kiddos! I was on that mug almost all day yesterday. It's so fun to watch her interact and play. The video isn't high quality or anything, but it enables me to just see that she's not sitting in a corner by herself all day.
When Max picked her up, she ran to him and exclaimed, "Daddy, Daddy...my new friends!"
I think she had a wonderful first day at her new school, and thus far I am happy about the move. I don't know how the potty training worked out, as the afternoon teachers did not give Max a report. Hopefully Max will ask for a report today and not walk out without one.
Yay for new schools and new friends!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Room #1
I think I want to transform the home office. I think I was actually inspired, by all things, and don't laugh...Hobby Lobby. Ha! I went last night to pick up some picture frames and there were so many cute things. I FINALLY framed my Degree and man, it looks good! And that got my little wheels spinning and I am excited to try to start thinking of ideas. It will probably take at least a year to actually have it complete - just because some of the furniture that I have in mind is pricey, and I will have to buy it one at a time! But, I'm thinking a paint job to start. Something nice and neutral. Beige/Tan/Cream - something along those lines. And then I'll move on to some nice drapery. And then the furniture. I'm excited! Here are some of the items that I would love to have:
I love the glass bookcase/display case. I also am in love with RED. This would be the only room that I think I could away with having bright & vibrant colors.
White would work too, though. I like white.
I like this look, too. I like the warm colors and I think the cabinet would look nice with a good, sturdy wood desk.
Gotta throw in a trunk, too. I think my obsession with African/Asian elephants would work well in a room with these items. Haha. I'm such a dork.
Those are just a few ideas I have swimming around in my head. I think I'll go pick out some possible paint choices this weekend. I'm liking the cream/very light yellow color option right now. Updates soon!
I love the glass bookcase/display case. I also am in love with RED. This would be the only room that I think I could away with having bright & vibrant colors.
White would work too, though. I like white.
I like this look, too. I like the warm colors and I think the cabinet would look nice with a good, sturdy wood desk.
Gotta throw in a trunk, too. I think my obsession with African/Asian elephants would work well in a room with these items. Haha. I'm such a dork.
Those are just a few ideas I have swimming around in my head. I think I'll go pick out some possible paint choices this weekend. I'm liking the cream/very light yellow color option right now. Updates soon!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Lucky Number Seven
Dana's challenge has been accepted! After all of the countless surveys completed and the many drunk nights of spilling my deepest, darkest secrets, it's hard to imagine I have anything left to divulge. Ahhh, but I do. I do.
1) When I was around 14 or 15 years old, I pulled my hair out. I had a bald spot for a while. I just loved pulling out those coarse, curly hairs and they always seemed to be in the same exact spot. This all occurred before any knowledge of trichotillomania. I really don't think that was the cause of it at all, but maybe I did have some sort of mild obsession with it. To this day, when I find those crazy hairs, I just have to pull them out and examine - they're SO weird! And gosh, it feels good.
2) I hate sharing. There I said it. I wrote it down. I hate it. You would think, you know having a brother, living with multiple roommates and/or significant others, that I would have learned to share by now. Nope. I still get a tinge of annoyance and an urge to scream "MINE!!" when I see someone (Max) eating something that I think should only be mine, or drinking one of my diet cokes, or using my face wash/shampoo/body wash/RAZOR. I just get so irritated! I want to hoard everything and not let anyone touch it. You see, the thing is...I like to conserve. I like things to last. I hate spending money, so I conserve as much as I possibly can. When someone infringes upon my desire to use as little as possible of something, I want to fly into a rage and throw a fit. But, I know I can't. I know that I should share. It's the right, grown-up thing to do. It's a constant battle for me to stop feeling so annoyed when that last diet coke is gone or when all of my Parmesan goldfish have been eaten. I'm learning...slowly, but surely.
3) My mom sometimes worked nights when we were kids. We had a slew of babysitters, which often included my mom's friends teenage kids. Well, this one dude, Steven would come babysit us pretty frequently. We liked him, he was always fun. One Friday night he came over to watch us, we were probably about 7 & 9 years old...something like that. We were watching some movie and all of a sudden we heard a loud noise in my mom's room. We all got pretty freaked out. So, Steven grabbed a baseball bat and we all huddled together to go check it out. Well, when we were about to open mom's door, we heard a loud bang again! We ran screaming, and Steven called 911 immediately. The operator told us to wait outside while the police were dispatched. About 5 minutes later, the Sugar Land PD rolled up and cautiously entered the house. A few moments later, the cop with a big smile on his face approached us, trying not to laugh, and told us we could go back inside and that he had caught the "robber". It was a frog. He showed us and then he let it hop away. Basically, we called the cops on a frog. Such dorks! But, at least we were cautious and safe dorks.
4) On long road trips, I conduct long, drawn out fantasy worlds where me and my at-the-moment celebrity crush are in love and we go on vacations and we have these really great conversations and sometimes we fight just to make up....if you know what I mean. **wink, wink**
5) I can't listen to "September" by Ryan Adams without bawling, or at least tearing up. That song is so freaking sad, it gets me every time.
6) (Thanks Monique, I'm stealing this from you!) I'm too scared to go to a therapist because I'm afraid they'll tell me to do the things that I really want/need to do and expect me to change. I'll continue on in my happy little bubble until I just absolutely can't anymore. And hopefully that will be never!
7) I could always picture myself as a Mom, but what I pictured and what actually is, are two completely different things. And guess what - the reality one is so much better than I ever imagined. I absolutely love being a mommy and my heart beats for that little ragamuffin. She has changed my world completely.
1) When I was around 14 or 15 years old, I pulled my hair out. I had a bald spot for a while. I just loved pulling out those coarse, curly hairs and they always seemed to be in the same exact spot. This all occurred before any knowledge of trichotillomania. I really don't think that was the cause of it at all, but maybe I did have some sort of mild obsession with it. To this day, when I find those crazy hairs, I just have to pull them out and examine - they're SO weird! And gosh, it feels good.
2) I hate sharing. There I said it. I wrote it down. I hate it. You would think, you know having a brother, living with multiple roommates and/or significant others, that I would have learned to share by now. Nope. I still get a tinge of annoyance and an urge to scream "MINE!!" when I see someone (Max) eating something that I think should only be mine, or drinking one of my diet cokes, or using my face wash/shampoo/body wash/RAZOR. I just get so irritated! I want to hoard everything and not let anyone touch it. You see, the thing is...I like to conserve. I like things to last. I hate spending money, so I conserve as much as I possibly can. When someone infringes upon my desire to use as little as possible of something, I want to fly into a rage and throw a fit. But, I know I can't. I know that I should share. It's the right, grown-up thing to do. It's a constant battle for me to stop feeling so annoyed when that last diet coke is gone or when all of my Parmesan goldfish have been eaten. I'm learning...slowly, but surely.
3) My mom sometimes worked nights when we were kids. We had a slew of babysitters, which often included my mom's friends teenage kids. Well, this one dude, Steven would come babysit us pretty frequently. We liked him, he was always fun. One Friday night he came over to watch us, we were probably about 7 & 9 years old...something like that. We were watching some movie and all of a sudden we heard a loud noise in my mom's room. We all got pretty freaked out. So, Steven grabbed a baseball bat and we all huddled together to go check it out. Well, when we were about to open mom's door, we heard a loud bang again! We ran screaming, and Steven called 911 immediately. The operator told us to wait outside while the police were dispatched. About 5 minutes later, the Sugar Land PD rolled up and cautiously entered the house. A few moments later, the cop with a big smile on his face approached us, trying not to laugh, and told us we could go back inside and that he had caught the "robber". It was a frog. He showed us and then he let it hop away. Basically, we called the cops on a frog. Such dorks! But, at least we were cautious and safe dorks.
4) On long road trips, I conduct long, drawn out fantasy worlds where me and my at-the-moment celebrity crush are in love and we go on vacations and we have these really great conversations and sometimes we fight just to make up....if you know what I mean. **wink, wink**
5) I can't listen to "September" by Ryan Adams without bawling, or at least tearing up. That song is so freaking sad, it gets me every time.
6) (Thanks Monique, I'm stealing this from you!) I'm too scared to go to a therapist because I'm afraid they'll tell me to do the things that I really want/need to do and expect me to change. I'll continue on in my happy little bubble until I just absolutely can't anymore. And hopefully that will be never!
7) I could always picture myself as a Mom, but what I pictured and what actually is, are two completely different things. And guess what - the reality one is so much better than I ever imagined. I absolutely love being a mommy and my heart beats for that little ragamuffin. She has changed my world completely.
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