Winter Games 2010:Lesser-Known Jersey Location

As the Olympic Winter Games are wrapping up in Vancouver, I am simultaneously sad to see them end and glad to finally get some sleep again. You see, despite the wonderful invention called the DVR, I feel the need to stay up and watch the events unfold on television. And you know all the good stuff comes on after ten p.m.

Apparently, my kids have taken note of what is on the television as well. Friday, while Noah was enjoying yet ANOTHER snow day, he and Zoe were in his room playing. I had no idea what they were doing and frankly, I didn't care. They were not fighting for a change and were occupied. You couldn't have paid me a million dollars to go back there to see what they were doing at risk I would break the spell.

So, when Noah went parading through the kitchen with his bicycle helmet and sunglasses on, I knew there was a story there that I really wanted to hear. So, I casually asked him about his attire.

"We're playing Olympics."

"Oh? That sounds like a great game! Are you a skier? A bobsledder?"

"No. I made up an event. It's called the Dirty Clothes Hamper Roll 500."

**pause**

" I'm sorry, the WHAT?"

" The Dirty Clothes Hamper Roll 500. Zoe zips me up in my hamper and then rolls me around in it. We won the gold medal."

I grabbed my camera and asked if I might get to watch their next run.

They happily obliged me.

Noah, preparing for his run:

With the efficiency and speed of the world's top two-year-olds, Zoe zips the hamper:

...and begins to roll

...and roll

Team Jersey USA is victorious and displays the fastest time and the highest marks for Zoe's lyrical and liberal interpretation of the word "roll".

Here they display their gold medal trophy- which looks suspiciously like a soccer trophy- but the Jersey Olympic Federation, Pinelands Branch is severely low on funding and might have recycled a previous award.

GO TEAM JERSEY USA!

You will both always be gold medalists in my eyes!

Flashback Friday

This is where I bring back an old post for your enjoyment a second time. Except that this time it isn't such an old post, it is actually a pretty new one. I just wrote it on February 8. But, I fear that Mother Nature has been too busy unleashing her fury to read my blog. I'm hoping she stops to rest and catch her breath and says to herself, " You know who I haven't heard from in awhile? Jennifer. Yeah.. I wonder what she's up to. I should go read her blog."

Who Ticked Off Mother Nature?

Okay, Mother Nature, I get it. I live in the northeast- even though I did not CHOOSE to live here. So as much as I hate cold weather and snow, it comes with the location. Get over it. Fine. I'm over it. I am SOOOO over it!!

I do absolutely love having seasons here. I love the stunning colors you create in the autumn.

I appreciate, perhaps more than I ever did when I lived in the south, the first signs of life in the spring. I am absolutely elated when the bulbs start peeking through the ground and the earth magically comes back to life seemingly overnight.

I realize you have given me a reprieve from a large amount of snow for the past few years. But, do you have to catch up for that all in one winter? Have I done something to offend you? Yes, the snow IS beautiful when it covers the otherwise, dull, lifeless landscape. But, it's cold. And it's wet. I don't like getting my pants legs and feet wet. I don't like tracking all that dirty moisture in the house. It's messy.

I had to make an unexpected trip to Texas at the end of December and I was excited to get a little break from it and enjoy some warmer weather. But, you sent it with me. The entire time I was there, they had record-breaking temperatures. It was COLD! When I left, it warmed back up.

Because of the lack of significant snow in the past few years, I tried to be tolerant of the December storm.

I was happy to get the big event of the winter over with and out of the way. So, imagine my surprise when you decided to bring another one our way this past weekend.

Well, ok. We had a really good time sledding on Sunday.

I'll give you that. But, COME ON! Another one? The forecast shows us getting another twelve to eighteen inches on Wednesday.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". What has happened, Lady? Have you been wronged? I am happy to atone for my transgressions, but you must let me know what I've done.

Or.. is it, that you are a child at heart? You thought I needed the glare off the snow to brighten the darkened days? You wanted to hurl a few snowballs playfully in my direction? Well, I can appreciate your wanting to play. I enjoy communing with you. But, as one of your dear children, I feel it necessary to be honest.

I think you are more beautiful in the spring. I enjoy your company much more in the summer and I like to quietly reflect with you in the autumn about the glorious year you are wrapping up. But, I am not a fan of winter games. I came out, I played and now I'm going back inside.

I'll see you in the spring. I'll be wearing my flip flops.

**note: all photos are my personal property- autumn photo- Smith's Woods Fall 08- Smithville, NJ; daffodil- my flower bed, spring 09; ladybug- Johnson's Farm, summer 09; first snow photo- my front yard, Dec 09; next two snow photos- Feb'10; sledding photo- North Hanover Twp Feb '10

Haikus for You

Hey.. why not? Who doesn't love a good Haiku?

And, get your mind out of the gutter, you filthy scoundrel, you're thinking of a limerick- totally different.

Mother Nature, you

are on my very last nerve!

Stop it already!

Math, my evil foe

Why doest thou torture me so?

Crazy, I shall go.

I saw you tulip

barely peeking through today.

Please don't go away.

Hey, Mister Haiku!

Why are you stuck in my head?

I should be in bed.

I think I'm done now.

So I'm off to chase dreams of

a tropical beach.

This is the end of

tonight's Haiku obsession.

See ya tomorrow!

I Have a Superpower

Invisibility.

I had no idea I was invisible.

As a mother, I am often the invisible force behind my children. For the most part, I can handle it. There are times when it is unnerving and I feel like I am not noticed or appreciated.

But this post isn't about that. That is part of motherhood and it happens to everyone.

This post is about the fact that I have become invisible when away from my children. When I am trying to be me. The old me. The real me that is not defined by my children.

In the past, people liked to be around me. I've never been attractive, but for the most part, I was funny, fun or at least interesting enough to be able to capture someone's attention in a conversation for a few minutes. People liked to hang out with me.

Since we have been in New Jersey, I have increasingly noticed when I'm talking to someone, that they aren't listening to me. They are looking around at other things, distracted, or interrupt me in the middle of my sentence. My husband convinced me it was just the area. The people here are in more of a hurry. I accepted that, but now I'm not so sure.

Last night, I went to rehearsal. The woman that normally prints and distributes the tickets to our concerts to each band member has been very ill. So, another woman passed them out for her. A woman that has been in the band for many years. A woman, that sits on the front row directly across from me playing clarinet. In a band that I have been a part of for the past FIVE years.

So, I was talking to another member before rehearsal and Woman approaches and gives the tickets to the other member and moves on. I didn't think anything of it, I just thought mine were probably further down in the stack and she didn't want to dig for them. But, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her talking to the tuba player and pointing to me. She was asking what my name was. And the tuba player threw her hands up in the air and said, " I don't know!!"

Seriously? Five years. FIVE YEARS! I am also on the executive board of the band. I co-chair the scholarship committee. But, people don't know my name. Wow.

Later in rehearsal, there was a part where the flute section has the melody and we missed it. I say "we" meaning the section as a whole. But, I actually played the first measure and a half, realized noone else was playing and thought I messed up and quit. So, when the director stopped us to ask what happened, everyone was laughing and talking about how we ALL missed it. I mentioned that I played. Everyone just kept laughing and talking about how the entire section missed it. I said again, " I played." and then the director said, " I just didn't hear ANYTHING there!"

I PLAYED!

Do you ever feel invisible?

Motherhood Math

Q: A mother is in the back of her house putting away clothes and hears her daughter happily bouncing her ball in the front of the house.

Daughter: " BALL!!!" **bounce bounce bounce**

After a few minutes, the mother notices a difference in the pattern. This time she hears:

"BALL!!!" *slight pause* *bounce-slight pause-bounce-bounce bounce*

Next: "BALL!!!" *bigger pause* * BOUNCE- pause pause- bounce-pause-bounce bounce bounce*

What condition has changed or event has occured to cause the increased amount of time between exclamation of "ball" and separation of individual bounces?

Condition A: said daughter was standing in kitchen throwing ball

Condition B: daughter was standing on chair throwing ball

Condition C: daughter was standing on kitchen island throwing ball

I can only infer that given a little more neglect on my part, there would have been a Condition D where daughter was throwing the ball from the pot rack hanging over her head.

Number One

Ever get an inflated ego, only to immediately have something bring you back to reality?

Yeah, me too.

Tonight, actually.

Before bedtime, Noah, Zoe and I were sitting in the recliner having cuddle time. I kissed Noah on the head and said, "My baby number one"; then kissed Zoe and said, " My baby number two".

Noah replied, " No, Mommy. YOU are number one, Daddy is number two, I am number three and Zoe is number four."

My heart filled with pride.

" *I* am number one!!??"

**eye roll**

"Well, YEAH. You ARE the oldest!"

Ahh.... I see. I get it now. Right.

Thanks, little man.

Foreshadowing

Sometimes God gives us little sneak peeks into our future, but we don't realize it. In the literary world that would be called foreshadowing. Who knew God was so freakin' hilarious?

This was taken the end of June, 2008. Zoe was 10 months old and we were getting ready to go to a performance and fireworks show. Zoe got her first black eye (trying to figure out how to get over/through a safety gate) and I took this picture of her because I thought it was cute, yet sad. My beautiful sweet little innocent baby girl with a boo-boo.

I found it while browsing through older pictures on the computer last night and chuckled to myself. I had no idea this was just the beginning. She AIN'T no sweet little girly-girl. She's tough, stubborn, fearless and sometimes a little bit mean.

Rock on, Zoe. Rock. On.

Flashback Friday

Flashback Friday is something cooked up by Texan Momma at Who Put Me in Charge of These People and is all about bringing back a former post for people to enjoy a second time around. I love this one! It was originally written this past August, but although the actual misdemeanors have changed, I think it still accurately represents a day in my life.

But It's Only One O'Clock

This is my life in pictures.

Here is how today has gone so far:

Noah was in the bathroom doing his business when he yelled at me that Zoe had taken the little insert out of her potty and thrown it in the big toilet WHILE he was peeing, then got it out with pee in it and dumped it all over the floor.( I figured I would spare you and not take a photo of this) I cleaned the little potty, the toilet and mopped the bathroom floor up. As I was walking from the bathroom into the laundry room to put the washcloth I used and the bathroom rug in the washer I encountered this in the kitchen:



I had previously folded laundry and left it in the basket and Zoe had gone through the basket and picked out my underwear and put them on! There was a nice mess in the living room from the laundry basket too. I finished putting the rug and a load of towels in the washer and went into the living room to re-fold the clothes and put them back in the laundry basket. I did wonder what that was on her face, but she's a messy kid so I brushed it aside.

Meanwhile, Noah yelled at me from his room that Zoe was up on his bed and wouldn't get down. Noah has a loft bed and I am afraid Zoe will fall off it, so I went in his room to get her down. As I picked her up, I felt something like rocks in her diaper. I had no clue what it was, so I decided to inspect and found this:

That is leftover Easter candy that I had put up in a drawer in my room. This meant Zoe had been in my room and I suspected she had eaten some of the candy explaining what was on her mouth earlier ( chocolate). I guess she decided to stash a few pieces in case I took it away from her.

So.. I decided I need to go inspect my room and found this:

Notice the partial wrapper off to the side. That would be because my little billy goat was eating them with the wrappers ON them..... I also found this in my bed:

I had to change my sheets on my bed because there were drooly chocolate stains all over them. As I was heading to the laundry room again, I found this lying in the hallway:

That would be a catalog that she had torn and EATEN the edge off of. I picked it up and went to put it back in the magazine rack and now we'd gone full circle because I found Zoe in the laundry again.



And when the last picture was taken, it was only one o'clock.

**NOTE: It took me awhile to post this because I was playing referee between Zoe and Noah. As I was completing the upload of pictures, I realized it had been really quiet and got nervous. I went to find Zoe to see what she was into this time. I couldn't find her anywhere in the house. I started getting nervous and then I walked into her room ( the one place she doesn't go because she is ALLOWED in there!) to find this:

She climbed in her crib by herself and went to sleep. I guess she had a busy morning and needed to recharge her batteries to wreak havoc this afternoon. (and note the tiny bit of hot pink you can see around her left leg... that's my underwear again)

The Ghost of Februaries Past

Is that how you spell the plural of February?

Ok, Mama Kat has some writing prompts posted for her Writer's Workshop and I really like one of the suggestions. The problem is, I am having a really rough day and my creative juices are not flowing. The prompt says to find a random picture from a previous February, post it and tell the story of it. I found two pictures I want to post, but really don't have a lot to say about them. Well, at least as far as a writer's workshop would go.

So, this is really kind of a combination of Mama Kat's prompt and a Wordful Wednesday post ( Angie at 7 Clown Circus).

February 10, 2007:

Even though we didn't get a whole lot of snow, it was so very cold this winter! This is taken at the beach in Cape May, NJ. You know it is cold when salt water freezes. Look how the pier is just covered in ice! ( you really have to click on this picture to enlarge it and get the full effect)

February 14, 2008:

Zoe was six months old and all bundled up in her carseat ready to go out. I can't believe how time flies and how big my little girl is now!

** don't forget to vote for me, I'm getting my butt kicked! Jennifer #5.. you can't miss me, I'm the one in the headgear! You can vote once a day and no anonymous voting.

For Posterity's Sake

I started this blog as a way to share my kids with our families that live sixteen hundred miles away. In case you don't know my background, we are a military family and don't live anywhere near our families, so I have to get creative in sharing our stories. I also like to have a written record of the little moments that might get lost in the day to day chaos. I want to be able to share these with my children when they are grown.

With that said, I want to get to today's version of Combinations of Words You Never Thought You Would Hear Until You Were a Parent, starring Noah.

"Mommy! Zoe won't stop banging on my door with a chicken leg!"

My life rocks!

People Think I'm Fugly- See For Yourself!

Ok, y'all, I told you I wasn't completely about my senses while being stuck in the house due to snow. I must have had a bit too much sangria, because I entered a contest. A "Fugly Face" contest. For reals.

Dumb Mom posted a call for awkward, ugly, photos with those awesome 90's trends. Big hair- check. Frosted eyeshadow- check. Weird purple cap- check. Headgear? Ok... well, that wasn't a trend.. but my little sister snapped that picture, and here it lives on in infamy.

So, if you have a moment, head over to Parenting by Dummies and vote for me- Jennifer #5. If I win, I will be crowned Blog Dawg of the Year by Dumb Mom. And who doesn't want to be the ugliest person in the blogosphere?

Here's the photo I took leave of my senses and submitted:

Ok, once you are done laughing.. go vote!

You can vote once a day and no anonymous voting.

I Know You Are, But What Am I?

Sanity?

What's that?

Monday- President's Day- another system is moving through. Nothing epic, mind you, but right now they are looking for an additional two to eight inches of snow.

I'm out of Sangria.

But, I found the NyQuil... and I'm cowering in the corner in the fetal position rocking.

And rocking.

And rocking.

Has anyone seen my blankie?

Go ahead, judge me.

I don't care.

**thumbing my nose at you**

If You Can't Beat 'Em, Join 'Em

By " 'em" I mean Mother Nature. The nasty skank.

In the middle of Snowmaggeddon, The Sequel, I decided I wanted to order some cute snow boots. I have some practical ones, for playing outside and shoveling the snow, but I am lacking when we decide to go out somewhere and I want to wear something cute and still keep my feet warm and dry.

So, today, while I ignored the elements and how they had lost their ever-loving mind, I shopped online. A little retail therapy coupled with a glass of sangria... exactly what I needed.

It occured to me after I hit the "submit order" button that after three major storms, we are most likely done for the season. Now, I know anything can happen, because after the FIRST storm, I thought we were done and then we went and had two more. BUT.. if we are going by my luck, it won't snow again this winter... and we probably won't have another significant snow until after I leave New Jersey. Therefore, I will be unable to wear my new boots.

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I just bribed Mother Nature with $75 boots to finally end the snow.

You can thank me later.

**edited to add- I have had several people mention the fact that it is supposed to snow again on Monday/Tuesday. Mother Nature is a sneaky gal... if it snows then, it doesn't render the deal invalid, because my boots are not due to arrive until the end of next week.

Random Thoughts Tuesday

Sunday, I was in the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. My husband answered it and I heard Noah's voice on the outside say, " Good afternoon. How are you today? Would you like to buy one of these lovely bike hookers?"

I had to get up out of the chair and go in there. I was dying to know what a "bike hooker" was. He had a bungee cord. I was so relieved he hadn't broken into the lucrative sex slave business at the tender age of six.

I do not like my daughter right now. She is two. From the moment she wakes up in the morning, to the moment I put her in bed, she is whining, crying and more often than not, sitting in time-out for screaming at me.

This morning, she got up an hour and a half earlier than she normally does. My alarm had not gone off yet either. I heard her door open, I heard her little footsteps come in my room and felt her breath on my face as she stood right in front of me. I kept my eyes closed hoping she would go back to bed ( yeah.. I don't know what alternate universe that would actually WORK in.. but I was hoping). About a half second after I was aware of her breath on my face, I heard, " MOMMY NO BED!!!!" at the loudest possible volume that could come out of her mouth.

I calmly got up and told her she needed to go back to bed. " NOO!" she screamed. She was obviously still tired. I threatened her with a time-out for screaming at me and she screamed " NO TIME OUT!!" at which point I not-so-calmly put her in time-out.

That is how my morning started. It has been like that all morning and I am counting down to naptime. Honest to God, right now she is lying in the middle of the living room floor repeating " Mommy, want juice!" it is getting increasingly louder and more frantic. She asked for milk ten minutes ago and when I set it in front of her, she shoved it and said, " NO MILK! WANT JUICE!" I told her she needs to drink the milk she asked for before she can have some juice. So, now, she is lying in the floor demanding juice while I ignore her.

It's going to snow again. I will have both kids home with me tomorrow all day. Yipee.

I was miserably ill for two weeks and was finally feeling back to my old self again last week. Sunday, my throat started hurting. I thought it was just from being outside in the snow. I began to feel increasingly worse yesterday and today am back to where I was three weeks ago.

I am over snow and I am over colds. Enough already.

Back in October, I posted on my Facebook page that I desperately wanted a particular book. I am impatient like that. I decide I want something and I want it right then ( hmmmm.... mental connection made to my daughter who is still demanding juice). Anyway, it was late at night and I was not going to be able to drive to the bookstore for a few days. My step mother posted back, " You should get a Kindle. I love mine and if you wanted a book, you could get it instantly." I was thinking, " What in the heck is a Kindle?" I am sooooo not cool when it comes to the latest gadgets. So, I looked it up and thought it looked really cool. I've been thinking about it off and on since then.

When we went home to Texas in December, my friend Michelle was talking about hers. And when she pointed out the fact that she was getting rid of all her books and just going to keep her favorites on her kindle, I decided I had to have one. You see... if there is one thing I love more than being creative... it's organizing and purging. ( purging stuff, not food.. I could never do that. I love food way too much for that.)

Last week a box arrived at my house. My husband is forever ordering things so I figured it was something for him. When he got home, he handed it to me. It was a Kindle. For the record, I love it!!

I really hope they still have the preschool program next year. Because Zoe is going to preschool.

I found a fabric softener I really loved. I am in love with the scent. And then one day, they didn't have it at the grocery store. I have since checked every store within a 15 mile radius and none of them have it. I want to the website and it is still listed like they sell it. There is no information on it being discontinued. I'm just wondering why I find things I really like and then they are no longer available.

My hair stylist moved to another salon that is farther away than I am willing to drive. I am in desperate need of a hair cut, but have nowhere to go. I have tried other places around here with disastrous results. I don't know what my sitting around sulking is going to accomplish. I guess I think that if I wait long enough, someone awesome will show up at my door and offer to cut my hair.

I love being crafty and creative. So what does it say about me that I haven't purchased or made anything for Valentine's Day? Nothing. I need to come up with something quick so Noah has valentines to take to school Friday. I'm not in the mood.

I know what I need to get me out of my funk. I need SPRING! Sunshine and green leaves, warmer weather. I need to get out of this house with this kid. As is, everytime we leave, Zoe starts begging, " My house! My house!"

So.. I'm over it. I'm over having a cold. I'm over snow. I'm over two-year-olds.

Sorry for all the grumpiness. I'm having a bad day.

For more randomness, visit The Un-Mom.

Who Ticked Off Mother Nature?

Okay, Mother Nature, I get it. I live in the northeast- even though I did not CHOOSE to live here. So as much as I hate cold weather and snow, it comes with the location. Get over it. Fine. I'm over it. I am SOOOO over it!!

I do absolutely love having seasons here. I love the stunning colors you create in the autumn. I appreciate, perhaps more than I ever did when I lived in the south, the first signs of life in the spring. I am absolutely elated when the bulbs start peeking through the ground and the earth magically comes back to life seemingly overnight.

I realize you have given me a reprieve from a large amount of snow for the past few years. But, do you have to catch up for that all in one winter? Have I done something to offend you? Yes, the snow IS beautiful when it covers the otherwise, dull, lifeless landscape. But, it's cold. And it's wet. I don't like getting my pants legs and feet wet. I don't like tracking all that dirty moisture in the house. It's messy.

I had to make an unexpected trip to Texas at the end of December and I was excited to get a little break from it and enjoy some warmer weather. But, you sent it with me. The entire time I was there, they had record-breaking temperatures. It was COLD! When I left, it warmed back up.

Because of the lack of significant snow in the past few years, I tried to be tolerant of the December storm. I was happy to get the big event of the winter over with and out of the way. So, imagine my surprise when you decided to bring another one our way this past weekend.

Well, ok. We had a really good time sledding on Sunday. I'll give you that. But, COME ON! Another one? The forecast shows us getting another twelve to eighteen inches on Wednesday.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned". What has happened, Lady? Have you been wronged? I am happy to atone for my transgressions, but you must let me know what I've done.

Or.. is it, that you are a child at heart? You thought I needed the glare off the snow to brighten the darkened days? You wanted to hurl a few snowballs playfully in my direction? Well, I can appreciate your wanting to play. I enjoy communing with you. But, as one of your dear children, I feel it necessary to be honest.

I think you are more beautiful in the spring. I enjoy your company much more in the summer and I like to quietly reflect with you in the autumn about the glorious year you are wrapping up. But, I am not a fan of winter games. I came out, I played and now I'm going back inside.

I'll see you in the spring. I'll be wearing my flip flops.

**note: all photos are my personal property- autumn photo- Smith's Woods Fall 08- Smithville, NJ; daffodil- my flower bed, spring 09; ladybug- Johnson's Farm, summer 09; first snow photo- my front yard, Dec 09; next two snow photos- Feb'10; sledding photo- North Hanover Twp Feb '10

Writer's Workshop- The Transformation of Me

One of the writing prompts today on Mama Kat's blog is "a song you can't escape". Well I don't think it would really be writing if I just include the lyrics to a song that won't leave my head lately, so I feel the need to explain why it is there.

You see, I've been working on me for the past year. I mean really working on me in ways that have been very uncomfortable but have ultimately resulted in a better, more confident me. I have my little bubble where I pretend nothing is wrong and ignore all the bad, or even remotely unpleasant things. The problem with ignoring them is that eventually they catch up with you. So, I have had to step outside my bubble and outside of everything comfortable and safe for me and confront myself head-on. What I learned is that I have to step outside my comfort zone in order to grow and I have grown so much this past year.

My growth has become more evident to me in the past few months. I decided to go back to school in pursuit of a graduate degree although I fear not being able to handle it and failing. In the past, in the community band where I play, when the other firsts have offered me a solo, I have politely declined. Playing a solo is so far out of my comfort zone it almost wraps around and back into it. Solos terrify me. I just don't have that kind of confidence in myself and my ability. But, the last two concerts, when they have asked, I have said, " Sure." and taken it on. None of them are difficult, mind you, but playing in front of others still terrifies me. By accepting the solos, I am forcing myself to confront my fear head-on. Don't get me wrong, they still terrify me, but I am gaining confidence.

There is a song that I love. I have had the soundtrack for a few years now and have always loved it, but it means more to me now. It is like a little anthem for myself and I have awakened with it playing in my head numerous times over the past two months. My mind is telling me that I am there... I'm ready.... " to close my eyes and leap".

Defying Gravity ( from Wicked)
written and composed by Stephen Schwartz

Something has changed within me.
Something is not the same.
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game.
Too late for second-guessing.
Too late to go back to sleep.
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap!

It's time to try
Defying gravity
I think I'll try
Defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!

I'm through accepting limits
'Cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But 'til I try I'll never know!
Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy
Defying gravity
Kiss me good-bye
I'm defying gravity
And you can't pull me down.

So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky
As someone told me lately
"Everyone deserves the chance to fly!"

And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me

Tell them how I
Am defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity.
And soon I'll match them in renown
and nobody in all of Oz
No wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!

Wordful Wednesday- Now That's What I Call A Business!

I was driving to rehearsal last night when I ended up behind at truck with the most fabulous name for a business. Ever. The guy has a home improvement business and I think I am going to hire him if I ever need someone because he obviously gets the idea of perfection.

I wanted to take a picture, but it was just too dark outside. Thanks to one of my Facebook friends, she Googled the business and sent me a copy of his business card. His personal details are cut out for privacy, but I just HAD to share!

For more Wordful Wednesday posts, go see Angie at Seven Clown Circus.