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Dear loyal readers,
So sorry for my long-ish absence.
Here is the short version:
Recital is exactly one month from today. I am officially in freak-out-and-do-a-million-things-at-once-mode.
Survived a horrendous head and chest cold, a blown out tire and other $500 car repairs, and photographing every dancer in my school (in costumes I almost didn’t finish making) … all in one week.
Have not been able to run due to aforementioned horrendous head and chest cold… but had worked up to running a whole mile before coming down with the horrendous head and chest cold.
Was told that my brother is the ninja of the cancer world (okay, not in those exact words) and is beating the disease at warp speeds. He is literally making history! Radiation sucks, but not as bad as chemo…
Got the coolest new video camera and am still figuring out how to not suck at using it.
Realized that I really do have the best life I could possibly have.
Ninja thought of the day:
“I have never seen any space more underused than air.”
-Twiggy
Off to dreamland,
Bing
Miss Destany, one of my beautiful ballerinas, wasn’t so sure she wanted to be a big sister…
much less to a little brother.
I think she changed her mind.
Baby Brody was ahhhhmazing.. he let his brand new big sister hold him in any position without crying once.
Ninja thought for the day:
Ninjaish Requirement 153:
Participate in at least one mission per day that involves “bringing it”.
Off to dreamland…
Bing
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Brendan, the ninja model, strikes again!
And, introducing the ninja quote of the day:
“If I did not know myself, myself would not know I did.”
-The Never, ninja
Off to enter costume land, never to return!!!!
Bing
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride.
I love you because I know no other way then this.
So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand.
So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. “
-Patch Adams
And now, for a bit of unashamed sickeningly mushy mush.
I am not really a morning person. I’m not super grouchy (most of the time) but it does take quite a while for my brain to really wake up in the morning.
That said, I truly love morning time. The sunlight is gorgeous in the morning. I love the way it softly peeks through our bedroom window until our whole room is hugged by sweet, glowing, brand new light.
Some days, the first thing I see in the morning is The Doc’s face, kissing me goodbye for the day on his way to work. Sometimes he wakes me up to ask me if his clothes match, which I don’t really mind because it is just so adorable and makes me feel very “wifely”.
On the weekends, he’ll often wake up before me and just hold me until I wake up too. That is my favorite.
On a rare occasion, my eyes will open before his and I get to lay there and look at the sunlight tickling his gorgeous face and feel so so so lucky to be right there, in that moment, by his side… feeling infinite.
I know I did nothing to ever deserve this kind of amazing life.
But, I’ll take it.
I’ll love it with everything I have.
Off to spread some sunshine,
Bing
random updates from the chaotic life of bing:
Item 1: Afternoon in Babyville
My friends have all been sick lately. It sucks. I have no one to play with.
My sweet Amanda C. has some pneumonia crud going on, so I got to love on baby P one afternoon while Amanda showered and sat still for a few moments.
She actually let me feed her poor unsuspecting child some green and orange goop. I tried my best to speak P’s particular dialect of monkey language and when that didn’t work, I just opened my mouth, hoping she would get the idea.
Needless to say, more food goop got on the baby than in the baby.
(amanda took the photo)
Item 2: Amazing Turn of Events
Brad had a scary week. He came down with pneumonia as well, and had undergo a lung biopsy. That is the sucky news.
The AMAZING part is, the doctor said he might not need more chemo because my superhero ninja little brother has opened up a spoonful of whoopass on his cancer and it is now 94% G.O.N.E. He still needs radiation in order to completely win the battle, but it was an overwhelming relief to FINALLY hear some good news!
Item 3: Drumroll Please…..
Puppy has already made her way back to my house since Brad has had to return to the hospital. We decided that since she is moving around so much, that her name should fit her lifestyle. We named her…………..
Gypsy Dandelion. (I added the Dandelion… don’t tell Brad…)
Item 4: Found a Cantankerous Boy Fairy in My Back Yard.
Came home today to find Aaron asleep in my backyard. He looked so peaceful, I just left him there….
but not before being the photo ninja that I am…..
Off to spread some sunshine,
Bing
There is a land that children love to live in. My momma calls it “La-La Land”.
Over in La-La Land, all of the lollipops are your favorite flavor… and it never rains, except when it flowers and dandelions pour from the sunshiney sky.
In this never-ending, never aging place, the trees have names and speak a secret language and the bugs in the grass never bite your ankles. The sunlight sparkles and and the breeze smells like lavender.
I think that is why I am so drawn to children. Sometimes, when I am photographing them, I can see their minds wander to the place that I, too, used to live. Though my body gets older and older and my memory fails me most of the time, I think that a piece of my soul will always live in La-La Land.
In fact, maybe I never really left at all. I am only visiting here.
Thank you, Shelby, for bringing me back “home” for an afternoon….
Off to find the sunshine,
Bing
This week, I decided to join the cult of weirdos who get themselves out of bed at the butt crack of dawn to drag themselves over miles of pavement in the pursuit of lean lines and a temporary high.
Ladies and Gents, I’ve taken up running.
The truth is, teaching dance is quite a workout. (though it seems at times I am exercising my vocal cords and patience more than I am my muscles) However, my body has decided that the teaching workout I get will no longer keep me in my favorite jeans… I have been steadily packing on pounds since last summer.
So yesterday, I headed to the New Balance store in Cordova and begin my journey.
me: “Hi, I need running shoes.. do you, uh, sell those?”
nice new balance store guy: [looks around]“Yes, we sure do, what do you want?”
me: “well, I have hobbit feet and I run like a retarded duck.. do you have a shoe that will help me not injure myself?”
nnbsg: “okay?”
Poor guy. He earned his commission for sure!
I learned a lot from the nice new balance store guy. For instance… when you run, you are supposed to take heel steps. WTF? Uh.. I am a ballet dancer/retarded duck… I run, hips turned out, on my toes. Running heels first is just wrong.
$200 later I have some really spiffy new running shoes, inserts for my extremely high arches, and some stuff you rub on your wobbly bits to prevent chaffing.
So I go home and tell The Doc, “dear, I have decided that I am not getting any younger and my butt isn’t getting any smaller… I am going to start running.”
He is so delighted (he is already part of that cult) that he maps out our morning run before I even have a chance to say “oh, but not too early in the morning… and I think I’ll just power walk the first half.. and don’t you have a morning meeting that will prevent you from dragging me all over the neighborhood?….”
So I wake up to kisses all over my face and him practically shoving my feet into my shoes that suddenly don’t look as cute as they did in the store.
We run.
I instantly have a wedgie.
At the same time I am getting aforementioned wedgie my shorts are falling down.
My legs itch.
My butt is jiggling so hard it is reaching up and slapping me in the back of the head.
The toe I ripped open earlier this week is burning and bleeding in my new shoes.
The heel steps I am forcing myself to take are against my religion.
There are so many damn hills in this neighborhood that I am ready to put our house on the market.
But…
The air smells soooo good in the morning.
The Doc is adorable with his shorts and government worker white legs.
Sweating just feels good.
And the miracle of it all?
I did it all without a drop of coffee in my system!
Off to spread some sunshine!
Bing
