Our Summer Vacation

This summer was pretty awesome. Though I guess it had it’s not so great moments, but all in all it was a pretty awesome summer. We covered a lot of ground and really got out there to see some of our very own Bay Area.

I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise that I decided to coincide a post on what I did this summer with a post I planned on doing on “what brings me joy.”

The obvious answer when asked what brings me joy is my kids. But that seemed too simple. And as I looked back over the summer I realized that it’s not just hanging out with my kids that have brought me joy this summer, but hanging with my kids at this age that they are at. Read more

Friday Night Musings

It’s a Friday night and I’m just hanging out here by myself. The kids are asleep and Allen is playing a show downtown. For whatever reason I came across a video on YouTube of Mr. Hathaway singing “A Song For You.” God I love that song.

With my laptop on my lap I turned it up, laid my head back and closed my eyes. And as always when I hear those sweet words, I thought about Allen.

It’s so hard to believe that once upon a time I was just a girl. And that he was this strange and amazing man with this crazy hurricane of a life. Life on the road. Those days of living by the phone, traveling together and then being apart for those stretches of time, well they feel like a million years ago.

I can’t help but get a little teary eyed and laugh because as a couple we started out with the cards stacked against us. But we didn’t care. We knew that no matter how different our lives were, or our backgrounds may have been, or how many miles stretched out between us most nights, we were meant to be.

For a long time when Allen was on the road back in those early days all I had was one picture of the two of us sitting on my bed. It was taken while he was home for a few days on my 18th birthday. I clung to that picture for months while he was on the road.

Now when I look around all I see are pictures. Our wedding pictures, pictures of us over the years and pictures of our kids. We have come so far. I’d be a liar if I made some ridiculous claim that our life is perfect. But, the good out weighs the bad. And the laughs out weigh the tears. And really when it comes down to it, isn’t that all that matters?


Most of you on Facebook may have noticed the retro thing going on with people’s profile pictures. Well considering how many dozens photo albums and picture boxes I have stocked full of millions of pictures, I thought it would be fun to pull out some old pictures, scan them and then tag all my old school friends. But instead I ended up spending an entire evening pouring through every single photo album and photo box I own.

I have pictures that of course begin with me as a baby, my childhood, teen years and into the years my husband and I were dating, our wedding and of course there were tons of both pregnancies and the kids all the way through now. My mind is kind of racing full of all the memories. It’s so weird to look back and see how much I’ve grown and changed. And even weirder to see how much the kids have grown and changed. I swear it was just yesterday that they were born. Then again I would’ve sworn that it was only yesterday that I got married or graduated high school…

There were so many pictures that just took me back. Friends and family that have long since passed away, friends that are still in my life today. So many people and so many memories.

Nothing puts your life into a sharper focus then looking back over your life in pictures. It reminds you of where you come from and who you are. It also reminded me of just how fast my babies are growing and that I should take time to slow down and smell the roses with them more often.

My dad took this picture when I was in elementary school. He told me to picture the woman I’d be when I was 30 and to say hi to that woman. And now here I am, 32, looking at that same picture, saying hi back to that girl I once was.

I never did scan any pictures and upload them to Facebook. Maybe tomorrow…

Marriage in the Fog

You know 10 years of marriage can take a toll on a couple. Money, kids, work, life, well the reality is they all drift in between you like a thick winter fog rolling in off the bay. And sometimes a couple can be right next to each other but life’s fog is so thick they can’t see each other. I think every marriage has those periods.

But then, one day out of the blue you look up and the fog has cleared. For a moment you’re not mom and dad. You’re not working or running or taking care of business. You’re just that couple.

That guy and that girl that once upon time touched hands for the very first time and felt flames of destiny race through your skin. You remember what it was like to first have him lean into to you and touch his lips to yours. And you remember.

And even as the fog begins to roll back in, the kids start grabbing at your leg, the phone starts to ring, and work beckons, you look at him. And you remember that even as life’s fog rolls in and you get caught up in the madness of every day life that all you have to do is reach out and he’s there. Always.

I heard this song today and it made me close my eyes and remember how much I love my husband.

Yea, cause I’m cheesy like that.

Father/Son & Mother/Daughter Day at the Harvey House

Allen and Patrick spent the day learning and exploring the airport while Cheyanne went for a trip to the African American Arts & Culture Complex in San Francisco. It was a big day for all of us, but the kids can’t stop talking about their big days and are asking when we’re going to flip flop and do a Mother/Son & Father/Daughter day.

It’s days like this that I just love that we live where we live and feel confident that as parents, we’re truly giving our kids memories that will last a lifetime. *Sigh*

Cheyanne and SF District Attorney, Kamala Harris
Patrick the Pilot

Thank God It’s Friday!!!!

Yippee it’s Friday, FINALLY! For a short week, it sure was a long week, if you know what I mean! We are finally just about over the colds we had plaguing us the first half of the week, so that’s good. We’re all a little tired still, but nothing a nice long lazy morning sleeping in won’t cure! My voice is still in and out, my sore throats ALWAYS end in laryngitis it seems. I think if you ask anyone I’ve ever known in my entire life they would say I talk to much. I can’t ever have laryngitis without someone cracking a “she talks too much” joke. I’m not saying it ain’t true but still…

So Patrick has figured out how to get to the DVD extras on his movies. So before he watches a superhero movie he likes to watch the extras so he can “see how they make it”. The other day (keep in mind he’s only five) he explained to me how Stan Lee came up with the idea for The Hulk. That’s right, my five year old told me how much Stan Lee loved Frankenstein, because he was a monster but a good guy. Just misunderstood. Stan Lee’s otter favorite was Jekyll & Hyde. He put the two together and that’s where he came up with the idea for the Hulk. My son (again, he’s FIVE) then went on to tell me The Hulk was supposed to be gray, but there was something wrong with the printer, and Hulk came out green. Since there were no other green superheroes, Stan Lee kept it that way. My son told me all this. So does this mean that he’s destined to be the next Spielberg, or the next Stan Lee? I’m amazed at his fascination with the superheroes. It’s beyond them being cool, he truly loves seeing how they come to life. It’s his calling I think, already, he’s got a calling…

Speaking of kids saying the darndest things. So Cheyanne and the other little girl I have here in daycare were playing cars the other day. They’re being all cute and girly. “Wanna go to the beach?” The daycare girl’s car asks Cheyanne’s car. Cheyanne’s car agrees and they start puttering around the couch. Suddenly the daycare girl goes “Let’s roll bitches, c’mon bitches let’s go to the beach”. She just turned three and she, “Let’s roll bitches”. I gave her a talking to and informed her mom. Meanwhile, I’ve been busting a gut laughing while I tell everyone who’ll listen about it. I know she didn’t get it from my house, so I can revel in the comedic aspect of hearing a three year old speak gangster. I know bitches is not an OK word for three year old to be saying, but the way she was using it, really isn’t any different than my kid, who already use the word awesome and dude ALL THE TIME. Kids. Go figure…

Sex & The City opens this weekend. Think the hype is too much? There’s been backlash in all the promotional bruha over the flick. I am OK with it. I’d actually forgotten what a great show it truly was, and am happy to see it on the big screen. Candace Bushnell and the incredible staff of writers HBO had for the show are AMAZING. Me and my little blog and internet ramblings could never be the hilarious, poignant, and sharp writing that was Sex & The City. I only hope the movie retains that sharpness, but I have a pretty good feeling it does. Not that I’ll actually make it to the movies to see it, I’m sure.

On Wednesday I actually went to Las Positas and met with a guidance counselor and put my student education plan together, He pointed out that my assessment scores were better than I had understood them to be, and that getting my AA really wouldn’t take that much effort than what I’ll already be doing. Food for thought I guess. The ladies in the Early Childhood Education Dept. were really cool, and pointed out that though EVERYONE looks like teenagers at first when you go back to school, once I’m actually going to class I’ll see how many people are actually my age. I hope so. Not to judge, but I’m not sure I can keep up with the Lohan/Spears generation…I’m much more of the Tiffany/Gibson genre myself… So classes start at the end of August. It’s scary, but feels awesome.

Allen has been inspired, and now is talking about going back too. He wants to get a certificate in music, and start teaching guitar. How awesome is that? He would be sooo good at it, and I think would be ale to build quite a clientele fast. I hope he really does it. Keep your fingers crossed.

OK, this ones for the soap fans. One Life To Live to be specific. Now that Tuc Watkins (known to some as the Desperate Househusband, Bob Hunter over at Desperate Housewives) is back over at One Life To Live for the summer, I couldn’t be happier.He is probably the funniest actor on any soap, and has great chemistry with anybody. I mean ANYBODY! He’s hot, fabulous, hilarious, and breathing some much needed life back into daytime! Thanks ABC for bringing him back to Lanview!

Here’s my latest post over at JamsBio, April Fools

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One more time, Happy Friday!!!!

Happy weekend to all!