real job?

so the kids at my camp are pretty well off. the other day they were talking about what their parents do for a living; doctors, lawyers, tv personalities...etc. one of the campers asked me what i do for a living during the year. i replied that i'm a stay at home mom...he looked at me- went back to his painting and said "yeah, but whats your real job?"

so far so good...

so the first few days sucked for my little man. he cried so much and sucked his thumb until he cut it open, poor guy. but, by wednesday he was doing better- and today, sweet thursday, he welcomed me with a smile. all in all today has been a good day, smiles from my man, a mom that brought popsicles to camp for us employees and a call from a dear friend who i haven't heard from in way too long. yay for today!

ugh

i start work tomorrow for the next 9 weeks and my stomach is in knots. i know that moms go to work every day, and god knows that there were days that i wished i wasn't at home, but now the day is here.
maybe i feel like this because jack was extra "lovey" today. i think this would all be easier if he had a bad day, but it was quite the opposite. we followed our normal routine with some extra hugs along the way.
i know it will be good for him to play with kids his own age, and it IS a mental break for me. i know everything will be fine...it will- it will- its only 9 weeks damn it!!-pull yourself together!
sorry, just had to get that off my chest...have a good monday everyone

call the moma!

untitled #1

12x12" acrylic on canvas

materials- sponge, brushes, little fingers, and a size 4 baby shoe

big storm

years ago, when i was little- before there were so many rules and regulations, i used to lay in the back of our station wagon for long rides....

the way back

coming home on a rainy night-
making marks on the rear window
with my toes.

the rain streaks in reds and yellows
and plinks
on the roof.

my dad calls my name
and i flip up-
look into the rearview mirror

"do you see the moon?"

"uh huh"

"keep lookin' janniebean,
its good luck
if it follows you home."

.wink.

zoobalee zoo

jack henry's 1st visit!

not for the faint of heart...or if you just ate

i just got back from the dentist...i went to get a wisdom tooth checked out. i figured i would go in and she would tell me that we had to schedule an appointment for it to be taken out- whatever.
she took the x-ray and said "honey, (should i sue for harassment?) we should take it out right now. "
i have never had anything really done to my teeth and sheesh, i was scared. all in all it was not that bad...except for the needle in the roof of my mouth-that blew.
so here is a picture of my infected wisdom tooth-yuk. i swear that i brush everyday! i can't believe that this gross thing was in my mouth---and---that i was dumb enough to have a lunch that consisted of rold gold pretzels and hershey kisses- i am so hungry!

FiLTH-fLArN-FlaRN-fiLTh!

so one of the rings in the fantastic "3 ring inflatable pool" has a hole in it!...i filled the damn thing 2 rings high anyway- and jack went in with all his clothes on...his diaper weighs a ton, but he had a good time in that stupid-muck-%&*$in-hole-ridden-plastic-#*&%-POOL!!
have a nice memorial day...

fun in the sun

so this saturday i decided that little jack needed a baby pool. just something small, and cheap(insert dirty joke here). we ended up going to three stores- ugh! the first stop was the big k. i said a prayer to penny marshall that baby pools would be there...nope. not only were there no baby pools, there was no one around to help. i went to a manager and asked her if anyone was working today- she didn't get the joke. so i let jack loose in the toy aisle- he left his mark.
i ended up at cvs. ahh cvs; my indian name there is "runs with impulse buys". i did find a pool and some other "necessary items".-back to the home front-
i nearly had an attack trying to blow up this pool. regardless, i was determined. i filled the pool- changed jack into his too big swim clothes and brought him outside. i filled the pool with every plastic floating toy in the area. jack looked at me and smiled. i am a good mom. we approached the pool, ready to go. just then every cloud filled the sky, blocking the sun and the wind picked up. COME ON!!! i put him in anyway, good sport that he is. he was in for 20 minutes and he refused to sit down. maybe i'll have more luck today- harumph!

mirror images

so it is official- the room that i grew up in is no longer my own.
i went to visit my mom this morning and she handed me a cardboard box. i know that this sounds cold, but it's not- i knew that this day was coming and the box had been waiting for me.
you see my little brother still lives at home and has taken all 3 of the bedrooms that we (my 2 bros and i) had growing up. he now has a bedroom an office, and has so graciously let my mom make one a guest room.
so the box- most of my things were thrown away. its not all that bad, because i suppose if they were really important, i would have taken them when i got married. regardless, all that is left of the room i lived in for 23 years was a cardboard box with some odds and ends; pictures, a trophy etc...the picture here is from the 8th grade father daughter dinner dance...hot, i know!
i guess the wierdest thing is the mirror in my room. for years it was covered with pictures, movie ticket stubs, stickers and sharpie "tags". my brother cleaned it all off. i don't know why but it hurt a bit. this is the mirror that i looked in every day- through my changing phases of life. it is where i teased up my bangs, and put on black eyeliner when i thought i was punk...its the mirror i used to get dressed on my wedding day. call me a sap, but i always loved gazing around the mirror when i was getting ready- looking at the borders to see where i've been, and looking at my reflection to see where i was going...now its clean...

so this is my blog

so i have decided to jump on the wagon...i have no idea what this blog will be centered around, but for the time being i suppose i shall go to what is most prevalent in my every day gig- my little samurai- granted he is only 1/4 japanese, i know that he can feel the soy that runs through his veins. he is his father's son- he needs sunshine and the outdoors to feel complete, he is stubborn and likes to do things his own way, he has an endless curiosity and me wrapped around his chunky little finger- again, much like his dad.
today, while playing up the street with some of the neighbor's' kids, jack stepped into a 12" mud hole- he is all boy and loved every second of it. i on the other hand was left holding a pair of khaki shorts that look like...well... think of the grossest thing that you can relate to this situation and insert here.
well, so much for my first entry- duty calls, bath time and chicken pot (chicken pot, chicken pot) pie...see all the cool kids later at quizzo!