This last night from 6 year old son. My husband and I look at each other, fear in our eyes. He proceeds, "It's when a man....(pause)...when a wife...(pause)... when her husband...(pause)... dies...then shes a woody!"
Followed by a long, huge sigh of relief, we say in unison "No honey, that is a widow"
Now there's one for the baby book.
Have a great day!
xo
S.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Monday, February 4, 2008
Perfectly Amazing and True!
It is amazing how little you have to say when you are relatively happy. The new job is going really well, my Dad seems to be back on the right track and feeling better and I have a little niece on the way! Exciting stuff. Life is good, I am going to enjoy it right now.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Just what I always wanted! Christmas 2007
This Christmas has to go down in my book as one of the best ever. Our house seemed almost enchanted...yeah.... I said enchanted. The kids were delightful, funny, gracious with of course a few small helpings of cheekiness thrown too!
As Christmas day grew closer Evan kept adding new items to his Santa list. I tried my best to explain to him that Santa's workshop was closed and the elves were now in lock and load sled mode. I almost started to panick when he told me early on the 24th what he really wanted the most was an electric guitar so he could have a band with his best friend Ari.
I told him not to worry, if Santa couldn't get to it I would buy him one for his birthday (ha! July 31st). I didn't need to worry one tiny bit...because everything he opened on Christmas day was "just what he always wanted!" Hearing his exclaimations was one of the best gifts I will ever receive. His almost 11 year old sister was just as happy with her gifts as well, just not as verbal as he was.
I wish there could be 20 more Christmas like this years but I know it won't happen. So I will put it down on paper and watch the videos over and over. I need to remind myself to enjoy these years, days, moments...in the end they are always too short.
Merry Christmas
xo,
Sher
As Christmas day grew closer Evan kept adding new items to his Santa list. I tried my best to explain to him that Santa's workshop was closed and the elves were now in lock and load sled mode. I almost started to panick when he told me early on the 24th what he really wanted the most was an electric guitar so he could have a band with his best friend Ari.
I told him not to worry, if Santa couldn't get to it I would buy him one for his birthday (ha! July 31st). I didn't need to worry one tiny bit...because everything he opened on Christmas day was "just what he always wanted!" Hearing his exclaimations was one of the best gifts I will ever receive. His almost 11 year old sister was just as happy with her gifts as well, just not as verbal as he was.
I wish there could be 20 more Christmas like this years but I know it won't happen. So I will put it down on paper and watch the videos over and over. I need to remind myself to enjoy these years, days, moments...in the end they are always too short.
Merry Christmas
xo,
Sher
Thursday, November 1, 2007
My favorie Haiku by friend Claire Zoghb
My friends Joe, Karen & I used to write really silly haiku's at work and try and out wit each other with our sarcasm and cutting humor. Ha! While it is not exactly funny, my friend Claire won the competition hands down with this gem! I had it hanging next to my desk for years because it brought me such joy. During my recent job move I misplaced my copy, so I asked her to resend it to me. It is so beautiful I thought I would share it with you. Enjoy!
xo,
Sher
P.S. Claire is a Red Sox fan too...can't beat that!!!!!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Land of Dreams (October)
The mist makes the night strange
and every light is worth more
(or less, depending).
Somewhere down the street
someone has lit the year's first fire
with damp logs,
and at first I mistake
the creeping, sparkling clouds
for smoke.
More of Kate's writing. Sooooo good.
and every light is worth more
(or less, depending).
Somewhere down the street
someone has lit the year's first fire
with damp logs,
and at first I mistake
the creeping, sparkling clouds
for smoke.
More of Kate's writing. Sooooo good.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Ghosting by Kate Horowitz
She was rapidly becoming invisible.
The automatic doors at the pharmacy
would not open for her,
and she sailed through
behind a solid old man
who did not hear her footsteps
or feel the breath of her sighs.
Another bit of beautiful wordcrafting by friend and poet Kate. Enjoy!
The automatic doors at the pharmacy
would not open for her,
and she sailed through
behind a solid old man
who did not hear her footsteps
or feel the breath of her sighs.
Another bit of beautiful wordcrafting by friend and poet Kate. Enjoy!
Performance Anxiety
It's not who you are that holds you back, it's who you think you're not. —Author Unknown
We are our own worst enemies. By we, of course I mean me. It could be you too, but I don't want to be presumptious. What does it take to say “I am the Best” and really, truly believe it. Are there people who really believe they are?
Why must we always second guess ourselves? Is that God’s way of keeping us on the top of our game? From resting on our laurels, getting too fat, too rich, too full of oneself. Is that even possible? Is it okay to just say, well I do the best I know how and will deal with the consequences later.
Recently I told a artist who I really admire, how much I loved a particular piece of his art, to me it was beautiful and so well crafted. He told me “You know that sat on my easel for a such a long time because I really didn't like the way the shadow looked on her face”. That blew me away. This man is incredibly well-known, respected and admired...yet he admitted he was not quite pleased with his own creation...but he let it go. Boy, that is true self-confidence.
I guess that is my lesson...just let it go. Put down the self-imposed pressure, get into the groove and let it go.
As always I would love to hear your comments...you can post them. No one will judge...this is a judgement free blog. Go ahead hit that little comment button and rant, rave or just babble like me. It's sooo easy, I promise.
xo,
sher
We are our own worst enemies. By we, of course I mean me. It could be you too, but I don't want to be presumptious. What does it take to say “I am the Best” and really, truly believe it. Are there people who really believe they are?
Why must we always second guess ourselves? Is that God’s way of keeping us on the top of our game? From resting on our laurels, getting too fat, too rich, too full of oneself. Is that even possible? Is it okay to just say, well I do the best I know how and will deal with the consequences later.
Recently I told a artist who I really admire, how much I loved a particular piece of his art, to me it was beautiful and so well crafted. He told me “You know that sat on my easel for a such a long time because I really didn't like the way the shadow looked on her face”. That blew me away. This man is incredibly well-known, respected and admired...yet he admitted he was not quite pleased with his own creation...but he let it go. Boy, that is true self-confidence.
I guess that is my lesson...just let it go. Put down the self-imposed pressure, get into the groove and let it go.
As always I would love to hear your comments...you can post them. No one will judge...this is a judgement free blog. Go ahead hit that little comment button and rant, rave or just babble like me. It's sooo easy, I promise.
xo,
sher
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