Another thought about me

I'm like a cloud, no hard or sharp corners, everything just, sort if, soft. Always there, being pushed one way then another by the wind.
Never noticed. Forever there. Sometimes letting tears fall to earth. Sometimes joined by friends, other times drifting through life alone. Quiet, except for the occasional roll of thunderous anger, then quiet, till the anger breaks through the calm facade again, creating thunder.

Time...

I've been really stuck on time recently. Time passing, kids growing up, my dog from 20 years ago, parents aging. Me aging. I often consider it, a devilish force time. Slow when you don't want it to be, fast when you want to hold on to the moment...and always moving forward. No second chances.

I do a lot of chalk board designs at my work and here is one I did for our upcoming movie night "groundhog day". It just seemed appropriate for today...

Looking down...

I will now do my family a solid and not include any photos of them or their dirty laundry in this post. The backlash from posting photos of those piles was brutal. You'd think I'd posted pics of them bare assed naked! Anyway... I came across this artist this morning as I was perusing the Swiss Miss blog. One of my fave blogs for sure, Swiss folks have such excellent esthetic..

Menno Aden is the name of this fine artist who takes all his pic looking down on the various rooms he picks. The ultimate bonus for the subject is that however messy and in shambles your house is, viewed from the top it looks like a nice neat pattern where everything is right where it belongs! I highly recommend looking this guy up his pics are full of color and texture and inspiration...

xoxo,
Lucie

Being a gymnast

I know it sounds strange but I can't wait for the bars to make my hands rip open and bleed like crazy for the first time. I want to look gross and to make people disgusted. Because as soon as my hands tear open, it's means I'm a real gymnast and that I'm getting better. I can't wait to get to show people my tear and say, "i got it at gymnastics" cause then they'll know I'm a gymnast, and that's something I'm really proud of.

And somehow that pride and glory and hope of victory override the constant pain in every muscle and bone in my body. And all these scars and tears will show my hard work, they signify that I am working hard for something I really want; gold. And though I don't have it yet, I'm gonna get it.

I love gymnastics because its kinda hard to worry when your flipping at unimaginable speed through the air. Loose concentration and you'll break your ankles.

Toodles,

Violet

Challenge accepted...

Washing machine gave up yesterday after 30 years of service. This was inevitable and I had been anticipating it for at least a year or so. But ignoring all the signs is easy and so we are caught completely off guard. With two teenage girls, two cyclists, a yogi, a gymnast and two little dogs, one with limited bladder control, things could get interesting around here. I do love hand washed freshly dried on the line clothes but with the weather being what it is we'll be wearing icicles...

Rant

Mom says being depressed is a state of Mind, optional. I'm not really sure if I trust that theory but it seems fairly reasonable. After a recent run in with the world NOT ending I realized I've got to live a little..... This coming from the girl who spent January 2009 to December 21 2012 making my arrangements for the after life not saying the g word making sure that if anything went wrong and there really was a heaven that I would end up there. I found myself hoping that someone would just take me to therapy or choke it out of me. I was so embarassed that i worried about such things so ferociously . And it never stopped, i could never stop worrying.After nearly 3 years in constant panic mode, I've loosened up a little bit. I didn't have a full blown panic attack when my lovely sister announced we are living smack dab on the San Andreas fault line, so hey, it's a start. Right? I learned thru ruthless panic attacks that as much as I wish I could control these things, I can't. I'm not at all okay with that and still scares the poop out of me, but I realize it and I can almost except it. Almost. Of course, when the next doomsday date comes out, I'll do it all over again but that's okay. Well that was a good rant. Xoxo, Gossip girl wait???!!! No! XOXO, Violet

Opal

Me:
I'm the kinda girl that doesn't like soda, and who would rather drink juice. The kinda girl that freaks at the tiniest bump on a plane. Who feels bad for people even if they deserved what they got. I'm the kinda girl who when she's sad tells people she's fine, even though all I need is a shoulder to cry on and arms to hold me.
The kinda girl who still sleeps with stuffed animals and loves chocolate. The kinda girl who isnt scared to dye her hair, or get multiple piercings in one ear. I'm scared of garbage trucks, and butterflies. The kinda girl who loves to travel but misses her friends the whole time and would give anything to have them there with her. The kinda girl that would adopt all the animals in the animal shelter if she could. I yell at my family to turn off lights when they aren't using them or turn off water, I'm the kinda girl who quietly smoldered when someone litters.
I believe in true love. The kinda girl that wishes on a star.The kinda girl that cares, wishes and believes.
This is me and I'm proud of who I am.


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Introducing...

Before we get to far, as i am writing this my dear mother is currently squirting whipped cream into her face as you read. Jealous? You should be. Cloud mouth is common stress reliever in our house that and spooning Nutella right out of the jar. The authors of this blog consist of: Mom/Lucie,12 year old me/Violet, and if we can get her on here,15 year old Opal. We are writing this as a excuse to ramble. Humor us.

Here's to....

When twilight first came out I was adamant that my two daughters, then 10 and 7 would never read those books as teenagers but rather as adults. The idea being that by then they would be able to discern the good relationships from the bad ones. That they wouldn't fall prey to the over glorification of true love, and forever and happy ever after. With no discernible conflict and limitless forgiveness no matter how horrible the offense.

What turned out to be more important was sharing the experience with them instead. Discussing the relationships and the players in them...this successfully gave us a gateway to discuss those things which become difficult. Boys. Girls. Girls and boys. Boys and boys. Girls and girls. Needy and forever loving or passionate, protective and slightly reckless.

The lines of communication remain open and that is the lifeline to healthy relationships. No matter who's team you're on...

xoxo,
               luce