-- Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr
365 (+1) Days Self-Portrait Challenge

I have lots of little hobbies -- these are things that I make time for, that bring me joy. I like them all for different reasons and while there isn't one I can't live without, I think it is that creative outlet that I need, that I have to make time for.
I Am
Today my grandmother, GiGi for great-grandma to the kids, was supposed to come over visit. Unfortunately, due to the rain and a fear of slipping, she decided to stay home. None the less, while pondering luck for the second time this week my thoughts kept coming back to her. She is an amazing woman. She is in her 90s and very spry -- she swims everyday, likes to knit, and just generally gets around wonderfully. Her brain is still sharp and in getting to her know better over the past several years I have discovered she is probably more progressive and down to earth than I had ever realized. On more than one occasion, she has told me how these are the days her and my grandfather had hoped to see -- to be lucky enough to play and hold and love her great children, to see a fourth generation brings her great joy. My grandfather, her husband, over a year ago of Alzheimer's -- a very sad way to shave a loved one pass. Her sister, my Great Aunt, passed not even a year ago, after living for more than a decade with frail health and constant dizziness. Two years ago, my other grandmother, sadly died suddenly not long after moving to this state to be near her great-grandchildren. So, I suppose, I hope to be as lucky as my grandmother -- to live to a ripe old age, to be healthy in mind, body and spirit at that old age, and to be near my grandchildren so that I too can enjoy the generations yet to come.
Anna's shot makes me think of puckering and the fact that I probably would never have thought of lipstick. Kisses, fish, and lemons immediately come to my mind. The quote also makes me think of whistling and then blowing -- maybe, again, a kiss, or on sand, or a dandelion, or to make bubbles, or perhaps to put out a candle -- the list could go on and on I think. Finally I am led full circle and back to lips and lipstick and settle on easy mirror trick. The creative process -- a fantastic journey -- any of these shots would be fun -- so many ideas, so little time!
Everyday I feel immensely lucky to be a Stay-At-Home-Mom. Lady Luck has allowed me to have the choice to work or stay at home. I feel like our children are at our sides for such a fleeting time -- at one moment a newborn in our arms, where are we are their whole world, and the next being dropped off for their first day of school, where so many other influences come into play. It was an easy (emotional) decision to delay my career until my children were off in school full time. I feel extremely lucky to have the choice. I feel immeasurably lucky to have the time. I try to soak up and savor all the moments and memories and, if I remain lucky, I will be able to still recall them all when I am old and gray and holding my grand-babies in my arms. (knock of wood)
This was a fun shot. I got out my husband's birding tripod and played in front of the camera -- boy do I have some bad angles! I think in the short month I have been doing the challenge, I have gotten better at being in front of the camera -- better smiles and angles -- and far less fear to just be spontaneous! Thanks Anna B.!
I really like my home. Oh sure, part of me would love to upgrade, live more posh, but my home definitely reflects me.
Beauty. It lies around us everyday -- not only in the grand things we immediately notice, but in the small, simple things -- the things we forget to take time to notice. So what beautiful things did I notice today?
Alone? What is alone? I can't even pee alone these days! I think the only time I am alone is in the shower (and sometimes not even then) or working out at the gym (kids in childcare). It is hard enough to create a little me time, to sew or read or whatever, much less precious alone-time. There is always someone else's needs or wants to tend to. I had not really noticed how much alone-time was missing until my husband started traveling more for work. Suddenly, after the kids went to bed I had several hours to myself -- to do what I wanted without little hands hanging all over me. It was really nice. I know though, that soon enough, those little ones will be more grown and in search of their own alone time, non-mom-time. What will I do then? Probably crave for the days when they were right there by my side all the time.
My husband tends our garden. Every winter he plants several pots full of these colorful flowers and then deposits the pots throughout the front and back yards. He takes very good care of them -- waters them individually, covers them when there might be frost, and discourages the kids from picking the flowers (a hard task). The flower pots provide a wonderful pop of color on a backdrop of desert browns and greens. They are a little cheerful rainbow that welcomes me home when I drive up. I will miss them when summer comes and gets too hot for them to survive -- but maybe their fleeting splendor makes them even more beautiful.
Rest and refreshment -- I suppose they linger somewhere between necessity and luxury for me.

Today, I chronicled all my tiny delights:


Turquoise
I look back on my life and it is interesting how you can pinpoints forks in the road where a key event or decision led you in a new direction. Maybe you knew it at the time, maybe you didn't. In high school I got to be an Exchange student to Skopje, in then Yugoslavia, now Macedonia. My trip over there was fantastic -- I was matched up with A Sister and A Family. I saw sights and smells and tastes like never before. I traveled within the country -- seeing beautiful cities, older than I could imagine, many things lasting only in my memories as they have since been destroyed by War. The experience open my eyes to a bigger brighter world. At the end of my stay My Sister got to return with me and stay with me and My Family. Experience my life, our country. Sadly, she did not like it -- besides being homesick and I think she was not prepared for the differences in our worlds. My family and I did our best to make her feel at home -- with similar foods and routines as well as a host of new experiences to live and places to see. In the end I do not think she was flexible enough to bend and enjoy Capitalist America and all that that meant. We were only 16 after all. Sadly, she asked to move out of our house and stay elsewhere. This was heartbreakingly crushing for me -- I did not want to carry on with the group activities, with the other Brother and Sister pairings. I did not want to see or talk to her ever again. I felt insulted, angry, hurt. But my mother said we had a responsibility to see it through. So I did. I went to functions and was her sister, as best I could be given the situation, given my age -- introduced her to the Mayor, attended gatherings with her, paid for her trip to the Grand Canyon (where she didn't even get out of the van to look), took her to school with me to meet my teachers and my friends. It was hard, character building. For ages I was mad. Finally now, I can look back and remember the joys of the experience. I can smile. Mainly I see how it led me to life that has spanned the globed, to a viewpoint that, for the most part, throwing governments and politics aside, life is life where ever you are and that people are people everywhere and basically the same, basically nice. I often wonder what happened to my sister. I heard a rumor awhile ago that she had moved and forged a life for herself in London. I wonder how the experience changed her, maybe even prepared her for her choice to depart her home. Hopefully she can look back on the experience, the good, the bad and the ugly and smile too. I wish her well.
Despite lots of lotion, my hands are always dry. As always, the nails are clean but unpolished and short. If they get too long, I pick at them when I am nervous or in deep thought. Only when I've been pregnant have they been long and strong and beautiful. Upon my left I wear my wedding ring. We've been talking of getting it updated but I am torn to change it from the one I got on my wedding day. I do prefer silver tones, white gold, which is more trendy today. I also think I would like my girls to have my ring when I am gone -- the center stone for one (to make into another ring or necklace perhaps), two nicer (new) side stones for the other (maybe for earrings or a necklace too). A morbid gift I suppose, but it somehow brings me comfort to know where it will go after I am gone. On the right I wear my Eagle ring, it was a gift from my husband years ago. Recently I have put it back on my middle finger as I could feel it starting to slip off when bathing the kids or swimming at the gym. It is tighter than before but it has been years since I have even been able to wear it there. I love my Eagle ring -- it is Pacific Northwest Indian. It is chunky and maybe a bit out of character for me, which makes me love it all the more. To the Indians, the Eagle is the Master of Skies and is seen as a Messenger to the Creator. To see an Eagle when praying meant your prayers would be heard and answered. A nice thought to carry with you every day. I like my palms. My head line is straight, meaning I am realistic and sensible. My heart line is long, meaning I an very emotional. My life line is smooth and unbroken, meaning I can look forward to a long life. Do I really believe it? Not so, but fairly accurate and fun none-the-less. What do my hands do? Well everything. They cook and clean, they stamp and sew, they give and take. They communicate my anger with a wagging finger, or my love with tender touch. My husband rubs them when they ache and I infrequently pop my knuckles when I am nervous or bored (a habit which I have yet to break although it is so much better now than before). I suppose I take them for granted, but who doesn't really?
This quote brings to mind a a turning point in my life, a difficult time. They say beauty isn't skin deep, but the health of your mind, body and spirit are definitely interrelated. Basically awhile back I became hyper aware of all the 'beautiful' people, well women, around me. I think we all know that advertising is full of them -- and of course TV and magazines -- but have you really looked, or counted how many you see in a day? Tons. They are everywhere. Not only that, but I also started to compare myself to the strangers around me -- the cute co-ed on the cell phone outside the tanning salon, or the Barbie-Mom dressed to the nines at the playground with little Ricky. Were her boob real? Are they looking at my unpolished toes? I found myself trying to compete and needless to say, I didn't stack up. For quite awhile I wallowed in my self pity, blamed it on just having had a second child, no fashion sense, defective genes. It was a hard time. Looking back, I'm sure pregnancy hormones and post baby blues probably had at little something to do with it, but either way my deep unhappiness was real. Finally it was something that my husband said that got me thinking. I don't remember his words exactly -- I wish I did -- but their gist was that it wasn't really his responsibility to make me happy with me. He could tell me until he was blue in the face that I was beautiful but the words just fell on deaf ears if I was convinced I wasn't. It was the kick in the rear I needed. I've always been basically happy with my inner me, but I definitely wasn't happy with outer me and it was a wound that bled into all the other portions of my life. So not too long after, the New Year rolled around and I declared it "The Year of Me" -- it was my time to focus on making me happy inside and out. Some of it was pampering, some if was making time for activities I enjoy, but alot of it was getting healthy, losing the weight that had slowly crept on. As result, I feel great -- strong and healthy and I am happy with how I look -- I've fixed what I thought was broke and pretty much accepted the rest. To top it all off, I like my inner me even more -- although nothing has really changed there other than the lens through which I view it is not as clouded as before. I still think we are bombarded with too many 'beautiful people' and the goal to be like them, but it doesn't bother me that much any more. I am a little worried though as I can see the wrinkles setting in. Oddly enough, I kinda look forward to be a cute little old blue haired wrinkled grandma -- it's just the journey to get there that might be hard. Hopefully my newly found more grounded view of myself will aid me in that journey.
Today is such an unNORMAL day for me. Christmas still lingers in the house, DH is home from work, DD is still on Holiday Break from school. We have no planned activities (karate, art class, T-ball, going to the gym). We have no schedule, no place we have to be. Everyone has been sleeping late (I got up at 7:20, DH at 7:50, the little one at 8:15, the older one at 9:15). We've been lingering in our PJs until almost noon. Ahh, how I treasure the unNORMALness of today:Imperfections, we all have them. I certainly can name several. I think my least favorite physical imperfection are my eyes -- with their squinty slant, mousy color, slowly multiplying wrinkles, always-there bags, and thinning eye lashes, both beautifully framed by my bushy unkempt coarse eyebrows. My least favorite non-physical imperfection is my tendency to interrupt people -- I know I do it, I try to contain it, I apologize.
"I´m gonna make a change,
For once in my life
It´s gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference
Gonna make it right
I'm starting with the man in the mirror"
Micheal Jackson
SAVOR -- that's my word for 2008. Life seems to be happening so quick -- an endless list of To Dos. It seems like only yesterday my sweetest was a newborn and the youngest only a twinkle in daddy's eye.....I want to slow down, breath in the fresh air and delight in my life -- from kisses on chubby cheeks, quiet time with Dad, to pride in my art. Life races by -- savor the moment.