Fire Rooster

Happy Chinese New Year to all!

Remember last year when I was so super excited about the Year of the Monkey?

Well 2016 lived up to all the hype. Like a monkey it was full of energy, erratic and sometimes scary and full of surprises.

But Rooster. I have high hopes for Rooster. I know I don’t have to capitalize the word Rooster – put your red pens away. But I’m just trying to give it the respect it deserves.

Last year I went to a flea market and found a little monkey holding a banana. I brough him home and put in my kitchen and prayed that he’d bring me luck. And he did.  The monkey may have caused havoc in the world but for my little world – it was a good year.

When I think of 2016 I’ll think of  Kera and all her friends graduating. I’ll think of all the beautiful weddings we were lucky enough to be a part of – Keith and Danielle, Herb and Larry, Marcello and Lorraine, Sweta and Wendall.

I’ll think of my friend Sarah who welcomed little Charlie. I’ll think of my baby boy becoming a teen and celebrating 20 years of marriage with my guy.

That’s what I’ll think about.

So Rooster – Fire Rooster. Sign of dawn and awakening. Sign of hard work and justice. Sign of logic and reason.

I’ve always loved roosters. I know you’re going to think I’m crazy – but I have them all over the house. In fact this past Christmas, my secret Santa even gave me a rooster cookie cutter (Thank you Ty!). I’m not sure I ever thought about why I loved them. But I’ll take some logic, reason and justice. I’ll take being more grounded.

So let’s go people. Time to wake up. Time to get to work. Fire Rooster is here.




Mr. Brightside

Oh hello. Happy Friday.
Here are some things that drive me crazy:
– Top 10 lists. Everything is a top 10 list. Top 10 ways your baby is in danger. Top 10 reasons why coconut oil is the messiah. You get the point. If not I can give you the top 10 reasons why I can’t stand those lists. I don’t know about you but I’ll be reading long, continuous paragraphs (after I write this short, broken blog).
– Hacks. Isn’t a hack someone who doesn’t know what they are doing? An amateur? Now the word means the quick, easy way to do something. Can we just do stuff the long, hard, right way please?
– YouTube videos with moms wearing Lululemon and singing clever songs about their kids. Actually I’m just jealous, so never mind that one.

Whenever I get really annoyed or angry about something I take a moment to talk to my son.
He can usually be found outside. Jumping on something. Hopping on something. Diving on something. Always moving. Always happy. When he does get mad or angry or sad- you just feed him, and he’s back! Simple. Uncomplicated. Happiness.
It’s enough to send me into a fit of happy tears.


Monday Monday

School starts on Wednesday for my boy and his pals. That went fast. 5th grade. Wow. I’m thinking about his homework, his reading, his math. I’m worried about how he will do with new friends, a new teacher, more work. I’m worried. About everything.
Here’s what he’s doing. So I’ll calm down now.







A little quesadilla with my jalapeño

Who’s a happy girl at the airport?