Now that I am officially out of school for the summer, I am left to ponder what to do with my days?
So far, I have done nothing but take long walks, exercise and lay around the house playing video games or working a puzzle.
I did go see the Stone Temple Pilots at the Hollywood Bowl this week. They were great!! I also played a bit of poker over the weekend. I played well, but in the end, I gave back all the money I had won.
I think that in the next few weeks I will take longer walks (possibly on the beach) and go and explore some of LA that I have not seen before. I might keep you updated on all the things I am doing, but then again, I may just continue to lay around the house doing nothing.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Today is a Great Day!!
Happy Birthday to ME!!!!
Many years ago, I gave my mother a surprising wake up call and came into this world at 3:20 in the wee hours of the morning on this very day. Over the years there may have been a few times that I have tried her patience and defied a direct order or two. For example, I was the one who loved to see just how far I could go before I went too far.
One instance that stands out in my mind happened to me when I was about 5 or 6 years old. My mother gave me a direct order not to go into the street. While I know now that she was just trying to keep me from getting hurt by a passing car, I decided then to see just how far I could go before she blew her top. I ran straight for the street and came to a screeching halt at the border of the grass and the road. I proceeded to carefully place one foot into the street while ever so cautiously looking over my shoulder to see if she was watching. I had obviously gone too far. Looking back, it seems like a mischievous thing to do.
Another example happened to me sometime after my sister was born. I am a little fuzzy on the exact time period in my life but my sister was an infant and I was in preschool or kindergarten at the time. I had decided that my sister's room needed a touch of art. Since I had just created a beautiful masterpiece that would surely put Picasso to shame that was proudly displayed on the refrigerator, I proceeded to use my sister's diaper ointment as fingerpaint and redecorated her wall. Much to my surprise, my mother was not as excited about the wall art as she was about the one I painted for her proudly displayed on the refrigerator. She told me sometime later that I went back to school and told my teacher that "there was no judge in the world that would put my mom away for killing me after what I had done." Looking back, I probably should have stuck to water-based and not oil based paints.
There are many more stories like these but the point of all this is to say thanks to my mom for putting up with me all these years. I do not know how you survived having a mischievous, defiant, ornery, and very creative thinking toddler. I just hope that when I have children, I can be half the mom that you have been to me.
Thank you
Many years ago, I gave my mother a surprising wake up call and came into this world at 3:20 in the wee hours of the morning on this very day. Over the years there may have been a few times that I have tried her patience and defied a direct order or two. For example, I was the one who loved to see just how far I could go before I went too far.
One instance that stands out in my mind happened to me when I was about 5 or 6 years old. My mother gave me a direct order not to go into the street. While I know now that she was just trying to keep me from getting hurt by a passing car, I decided then to see just how far I could go before she blew her top. I ran straight for the street and came to a screeching halt at the border of the grass and the road. I proceeded to carefully place one foot into the street while ever so cautiously looking over my shoulder to see if she was watching. I had obviously gone too far. Looking back, it seems like a mischievous thing to do.
Another example happened to me sometime after my sister was born. I am a little fuzzy on the exact time period in my life but my sister was an infant and I was in preschool or kindergarten at the time. I had decided that my sister's room needed a touch of art. Since I had just created a beautiful masterpiece that would surely put Picasso to shame that was proudly displayed on the refrigerator, I proceeded to use my sister's diaper ointment as fingerpaint and redecorated her wall. Much to my surprise, my mother was not as excited about the wall art as she was about the one I painted for her proudly displayed on the refrigerator. She told me sometime later that I went back to school and told my teacher that "there was no judge in the world that would put my mom away for killing me after what I had done." Looking back, I probably should have stuck to water-based and not oil based paints.
There are many more stories like these but the point of all this is to say thanks to my mom for putting up with me all these years. I do not know how you survived having a mischievous, defiant, ornery, and very creative thinking toddler. I just hope that when I have children, I can be half the mom that you have been to me.
Thank you
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