i’m talking with my family and somehow the PSA for movie downloading comes up.
I do my best to imitate the PSA for downloading movies over the internet….
(go ahead, watch it so you get the full effect)
My niece Vanesa says…..
“Yeah, I wouldn’t do all that, steal a car etc…too much work… I would CLICK a BUTTOn…”
i love my family
Read MoreI live in a small town.
I have a small son.
We drive in a small car.
I am very verbal. I talk a lot. A large mouth.
I stop at the coffee shop a lot in our town to get a large coffee. Not every morning.. lots of mornings. Sebastian is often with me. My neighbors are almost always there – a bunch of guys chatting about the Lions club, the city, whatever a bunch of dudes discuss with such glee.
We always have morning happiness and pleasantries. I love this town.
Well. There is this guy in town who is, well, um, cute. I think I must have pointed him out to some of my girlfriends or something when Sebastian has been in the car. I am a little embarrassed about my behavior, just sing the Mrs. Robinson song while reading the rest of the post. (he isn’t THAT young… probably about 6-8 years my jr.) I don’t leer or cat call at him or anything… I just, well, noticed and I suppose said something .. a couple of times… maybe.
So. Sebastian and I are in the coffee shop in line a couple of weeks ago. “Cute boy” comes in and stands in line behind us. Sebastian says, REALLY loud, “MOM, CUTE BOY IS HERE.”
Okay. Um. I’m SURE no one heard that. He is a 4 year old after all. People don’t listen to the incessant ramblings of a 4 year old before they have had their coffee. I’ll just distract Sebastian with chocolate milk and act like nothing happened. We get our drinks and head out the door.
Right outside the door, Sebastian trips over his shoe string. Ugh. Get me out of here. I start to tie his shoe for him (because he doesn’t know how) and cute boy comes out. Just do not make eye contact… he didn’t hear it.. and if he did why would he think it is about him. It is cool. Just keep doing what you are doing.
He kneels down at Sebastian’s eye level and says, “Tell your mom I think she is cute too.” Stands up and walks away.
My face is RED. He waves at me from his car. Smiling.
I forget about it. It happened a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t seen him since. He’ll forget. It is fine. (NOTE to self: watch what you say around Sebastian.)
This morning, I bounce into the coffee shop. One of the guys comes up behind me and whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry cute boy isn’t here for you today.”
OH MY GOD! Writing stuff on my blog is fine… I don’t care if the whole world knows my stupid stuff… but IN PERSON before coffee… this is just unbearable. Red. Laughed about it all day. Then realized….
I’m moving to a larger town. Getting on an airplane at 9pm tonight to check out Norco. I’ll get lost in the sea of humans and horses.
Sigh.
Read MoreA scaled the hill behind my house today.
I lost track trying to count of all the different kinds of flowers growing on a hill that is usually brown and dry. Seriously. Red, pink, purple, yellow… not the 8-color crayola box.. but the coveted 128 box so difficult to find. I now see what ‘cornflower’ looks like in real life.
The realization that today I am in a slice of time. In two weeks, all these flowers will be starved for water and disappear. I stop at each flower and admire. (okay, I’m also asphyxiating a litte cuz it is a steep climb.) I try to absorb it all. Distracted. Sobbing a little.
I see a patch of purple off the patch. I brave poison oak and hold on to the steep climb to find the most perfect purple irises. I sit in the middle of them .. okay, I fall asleep in the middle of them. For a time.
I’m not supposed to be here. I have work to do. The list of things. And yet today, on a Monday, I needed to venture UP. I am thinking of a little boy born a few days ago who I am praying for. I’m not good at praying, I’m not sure I know how to do it. All I know is he came in the world the scary way Sebastian did… and sadly, he is in the NICU. I am praying for him to keep his bloom a little longer.. to stay with us.
I’m not sure why the post today. I have nothing pithy or meditative to share.. just a wish.. put out in the universe that his little 8 mighty pounds can stay and come visit our mountain and the tree we planted for him. Perhaps an exhale on this page will act like a wish dandelion and .. well… LOVE to you little man
Read MoreRed eye. Red eyes. No sleep. Bleary. A full day with no breaks. Not one. Pooped. I’m facing a hard week, don’t want to be there, want to be home.  Whining about it to myself. I’m waiting for the pilot to turn off the seat belt sign (timing is everything) and I see that I had a voice mail overnight. THAT is weird… 2am?  I check it….
It starts with a deep growling.. “DUH.. DUH DUH DUH.. DUH DUH” I recognize the tune.. not the voice….then
Sung to the tune of “Eye of the Tiger”
Rising up
Once in the gate
Neck a mess
Back in trou-ble
She’s gone the distance
Now she’s back on her feet
Just a girl and her love for endive.
She’s a chick who can jet set
With little/no sleep
Facing mean cor-a-porate giants
(indiscernible phrase here)
And I’m watching her go.. there she goes!…
Oh. Hi, Christina. Not sure where that came from…
Wanted to leave you a message …get some coffee, splash your face.. ask that guy next to you (I’m hoping he is cute since you slept with him last night) to carry your bags…..
Have a great day!
The indiscernible part is forever unknown cuz that little ditty came out of his head impromptu when he heard the beep….. It is a great way to leave a message. In these days of e-mail, texting and facebook.. actually hearing a voice is nice! 
Beware: you don’t want me to call you the next few weeks as I try out this new way of leaving a message. If you see my name in your voice mail.. just delete it and move on.
(name graciously withheld until he gets an agent or a spouse)
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