Posts tagged ‘art’

Haiku Friday


Skin, needles and ink
Art that pulses live and breathes
How do they do it?

I want some new ink
A leaf floating in the breeze.
Now, find an artist.


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The big event

Yesterday was the Mother’s Tea. Bubba and I had a fabulous time. There was lemonade and cake for the mommies and cupcakes for the little people, and strawberries and whipped cream. (Note the lack of tea—that always make me giggle!)

The teachers had practiced a selection of songs with the children from Japan, Mexico and the USA. Absolutely adorable! They sang It’s a Small World, Whole Earth (think He’s Got the Whole World only they named the 7 continents!), Mari San No Hitsuju (Mary had a Little Lamb), Atama, Kata, Hiza, Sumasaki (Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes), Estrellita (Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star), Por favor Y Gracias, Macarena Math, Grand Old Flag, and Yankee Doodle Dandy.

And the art projects from around the world were fabulous! There were platos de fruitos, mariposas monarch, japanese lanterns, cut pattern blankets, Japanese fans, and of course the big handprint flag. They also painted frames and had their pictures in them as place cards…so cool.

One of my favorite things about the event is the My Special Mommy page of the program. Funny stuff, that thing. It’s a fill in the blank about Mommy’s favorite things. Mommy loves to cook spaghetti. When Mommy talks on the phone she talks to Miss Carroll. Mommy would like to take a vacation to Virginia. When I am sick Mommy makes me feel better by giving me the ear infection medicine and warm dinner. Mommy’s job is to help me and my sister. Mommy’s favorite show is a show where there is lots of scary stuff. Mommy likes to wear a red coat. Mommy always says “Dinner’s ready!”.

The funniest ones I have ever heard or that Bubba said about me: Mommy’s favorite show is Hannah Montana to which the mommy replied,”I have never even seen that show!” Or how about Mommy likes to cook…My mommy hates to cook! And then last year Bubba’s Mommy always says…Don’t touch your sister!

A mountain girl’s Favorite things

the monsters. their daddy. being a momma.

cats with loud purr machines and eyes like green marbles.

maverick’s head resting in my lap.

hugs from the monsters, especially the unsolicited ones.

swimming in the ocean. swimming in the lake. swimming at mom’s pool.

sparkly jewelry-doesn’t need to be the real expensive stuff, just sparkly.

good books with at least a relatively happy ending, especially mysteries.

holding hands. candles. warm blankets. lit fireplace.

the way the mountains look when the fog is rolling over them.

driving fast.

butterflies. lightening bugs. wild birds.

playing in the snow.

a good glass of wine. chardonay. merlot. red table. white table. homemade from mountain fruit.

seafood. red meat. sushi. popcorn. chocolate. mostly the dark kind. cucumber pickles. pickled beets and eggs. cold cereal. chicken and dumplings. gordon ramsay. lion dogs.

going to get my hair done. new highlights.

hearing from an old friend.

taking a photograph and seeing that it turned out way cool

coloring in a coloring book.

knitting. especially the last few rows to see the project come together.

blue eyes.

music. country music. phil vassar. rodney atkins. rock music. heavy on the guitar. the googoo dolls.

sitting and visiting with a friend. coffee. good, strong, dark coffee with cream.

ice cream in just about any form.

the feeling of scratching someone else’s back and knowing that they like it.

a good sale. beautiful shoes. beautiful hand bags. micheal kors shoes and handbags.

makeup. especially lipstick or gloss. and mascara.

canaries. frogs-kermit. turtles-tmnt.

learning about art. Monet. Van Gogh. Matisse.



Edgar Allen Poe.

gagillion thread count sheets.

fall leaves. football games. Virginia Tech Hokies.

my mom and dad. BABY brother! my aunts and uncles. all my cousins.

my Colorado friends. steps.

the way the trees look like velvety fabric in the rolls and folds of the mountains.

cold mountain stream water at the Cascades, near Mountain Lake

picking blackberries.

sitting in my mom and dad’s front yard under the trees at just about any time of day or evening.