Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Catch you on the flip side.
Take the week off from Monday Missions on March 2nd, hopefully I'll come back with a fun slate of ideas for the rest of March (ideas always welcome...)
And for your sing-along pleasure here's a little ditty from an old post....
To Disney World
or MQ's Lament
sung to the tune of Part of Your World, from The Little Mermaid
Look at this stuff
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the girl
The girl who has everything?
Look at this trove
How many princesses can one bedroom hold?
Looking around here you'd think
Sure, she's got everything
I've got dollies and stickers a-plenty
I've got storybooks and underwear galore
You want videos? I've got twenty!
But who cares? No big deal I want more
I wanna be where the princesses are
I wanna see, wanna see them dancin'
Walking around on that - what do you call it? Right- Main Street!
Wearing plastic shoes, you don't get too far
Rides are required for fun and squealing
Monorail, Dumbo, It's a Small World - they all sound so NEAT
Out where princesses walk, out where princesses run
Out where princesses stay all day in the sun
We'll catch a show - if we can go To Disney World
What would I give if I could live out of this suburb?
What would I pay to spend a day at Disney World?
Don't need to fly, we could just drive
We could even pack our lunch in a cooler
Not too expensive, I'll donate my piggy bank
When can we go???
I'm ready to know what my friends all know
Walk up to the princesses and get some answers
I'll take a pen and get the autographs for which I yearn....
When's it my turn?
to stay out past dark, exploring the world's most famous amusement park?
Don't tell me no! When can we go?? To Disney World
Sunday, February 22, 2009
One of the many high school marching bands we saw parading this weekend billed itself as the "Fightin Wolves." That's right. No G at the end of that first word. Call me crazy, but it seems our high schools should teach their students the correct spelling. If they persist in this slogan, I propose the above as their new sign. As Bill Engval would say... Here's Your Sign.
This post has been a Monday Mission. This week's mission should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of a sign (street sign, business sign, airport sign... you decide...)Create your own sign and leave a link in the widget below.
Friday, February 20, 2009
(It must be noted that the May Queen is happily sleeping with several new stuffed animals she caught today, and will play with them for quite some time to come. She does also play with the beads...)
We try to be frugal. We try to teach the May Queen to not ask for and expect gifts. We are careful about excess at Christmas and other gift giving occasions. But put us on a parade route and we encourage her to aim for all the loot she can get.
You get swept up in the moment. In the culture. In the expectation.
There's more to it, of course. The parties beforehand are a great time to get together with friends and eat wonderful food. There's a whole social aspect to it that is becoming more and more my favorite part of the parades.
Sometimes I just stand back and wonder at it all. It defies simple explanation.
But I know that there is joy in my daughter's eyes. There are smiles on our faces. I know that there is community and friendship and, of course, food.
And I know that in my guest room closet there is a box of beads that weighs more than I.
This Monday's mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of a sign (street sign, business sign, airport sign... you decide...)
Perhaps I've watched too many Disney movies.
Next Monday's mission is to write a post in the style of a sign (street sign, business sign, airport sign... you decide...)
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Now... how long do I think I can keep it like this?
(I did NOT clean and organize the craft closet - although I did make SOME progress in there as I got craft supplies out of the main closet. It's just not a top priority. Maybe when I'm not working on a show. So... April?)
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Rubber Chicken was discovered by talent agent Painted Maypole at a Mardi Gras parade. Mr. Chicken was noted for his flexibility in a variety of roles, as well as his unusual gift of laying an egg, and was immediately cast in the lead role in the suspense/comedy I'm Going to Steal your Applesauce, directed by the May Queen's grandfather. Applesauce was such a hit around the Maypole that Mr. Chicken is currently filming its sequel mmm... cookies... Both films are being turned into lunchbox books, premiering this week at a lunch table near you.
Friday, February 13, 2009
My husband has a pair of panties on his head...
I'm sending people into hysterics with my (really awful) imitation of Beyonce's Single Ladies dance (sorry, no photo)...
MUST BE MARDI GRAS!
(note: It is not technically MARDI GRAS, that would fat Tuesday, which happens 2/24. But down here Mardi Gras is a season, and starting last night the parades and parties are in full swing)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A lamp glowed through the back windows and I looked inside to my living room, at the blankets tossed over the chair and the pictures above the couch, slightly askew. It felt as if I was peeking in a window at our lives. I wondered what it will be that The May Queen thinks of, when she is older and peeking back through the windows of time, as her fondest childhood memories. Will it be swooping and screeching through the dark night? Spinning herself silly on the creaky swing set? Watching the hummingbirds, and cheering them on? Endless games of Sorry at the kitchen table?
What will be the things that remind her of home? Will it be the smell of chai tea, like I drank every morning while I packed her lunchbox? Will it be a string of white Christmas lights, like the ones on our porch that we turned on whenever we ate dinner outside, accompanied by the singing of frogs in the "bog?" Will it be cluttered counter tops or colorful walls or a refrigerator covered with pictures?
Will she remember her home as nurturing and welcoming, or chaotic and unsettled? Will her strongest memories be of fun times with her family and neighbors, or the loneliness of being an only child?
I can't control her memories, of course. If I could I would sear the backyard picnics into her brain and erase the memory of the light that I accidentally knocked onto her head, cutting it open. But I can purposely create more opportunities for good memories. I can say yes more often to climbing the tree and no more often to the television. I can create an environment inour house that will, hopefully, one day be remembered as a place called home. A place where we laughed, we played, we sang, we created, we loved.
What are your strongest or fondest memories of your home and growing up? What triggers take you back?
Sunday, February 8, 2009
silver spokes go round
Dirty white wheels turning turning
passing o'er the ground
Pedals spinning, back to brake
basket hangs from bars
Staying upright more and more
watch out for the cars!
Carry safely, bright pink seat,
your cargo oh so dear
Off she rides on down the street
swallowing her fear
Guess who learned to ride a two wheeler this weekend? I'm so proud! (oh, you can hardly see it, but my favorite thing about this picture is how her tongue is peeking out as she concentrates)
This post has been a Monday Mission. Your Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of an ode (perhaps to your valentine? here's a definition of ode that I liked: "lyrical poem exalting someone, often in a formal and dignified style"). Idea courtesy of Mary G. If you play along post a link in the widget below:
Upcoming Monday Missions:
Feb 16 - a brief biography (like a bio in a theatrical program or the back of a novel...) Does not have to be a biography of YOU.
Feb 23 - a sign (street sign, business sign, airport sign... you decide...)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
And while I'm at it, maybe I'll tackle this tiny closet off of my closet (yes, we have an enormous closet. be jealous. it's OK) that I used to scrapbook in, but it's just too dang small, and now it just holds piles of crafty stuff.
Will Painted Maypole be able to walk through the closet floor once more? Will she purge some clothes? Will she do anything about the boxes of stuff she meant to organize last summer?
Monday is fast approaching. Your Monday Mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of an ode (perhaps to your valentine? here's a definition of ode that I liked: "lyrical poem exalting someone, often in a formal and dignified style"). Idea courtesy of Mary G.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
This has been a Monday Mission. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a post in the style of a greeting card. If you play along, please put a link to your post in the widget below. (Closing night last night...out late dancing... sorry I didn't get this up earlier)