So Sleepy…
What’s Jack up to? Brrr… I don’t think Jack’s even enjoying walking in this cold. He stops at the door and look up at us like, “you want me to go out in that?” So cute.
Alas I’ve been captured, drawn into the TWILIGHT web. I’m not done yet, only about 100 pages to go. My eyes would not stay open a minute past midnight last night. It was very funny as the girls in my DD’s dance class flitted by and noticed what I was reading. There were opinions galore.
The movie is out today so I’d better get on it.I can’t imagine being anything but TEAM EDWARD. But who knows what happens in book two? I hear from the DD it’s all about Jacob.
It’s nuts for a 39 year old to be all TEAM EDWARD a 17 year old huh? Talk about Arrested Development. But hey, he’s really over a century that’s the way I’m choosing to see it.
On the upside at least the DD and I have something to talk about for two minutes in between teen/mom meltdowns. That’s nice.
Best,
KwanaNight Runner
What’s Jack up to? That little stinker has the nerve to enjoy being stretched out in front of the fireplace even more than me. Jack you’d love it all the more if you were reading TWILIGHT too!
I think that maybe, kind of, sort of I’ve gone over to the dark side. Although I’m not fully able to admit it here because I don’t want you all to throw it back in my face in a couple of months when there’s snow on the ground and I’m snuggled up cozy in front of the fire refusing to go out let alone workout.But the othe
r evening after a particularly busy day with the teen twins, night had come with no workout. I went over the rest of the week on my head and it seemed that I would not get another chance for my daily workout. At this rate my training was going to quickly be blown. Oh well, shrug. What could I do? My life was too busy and look, it was time to get dinner started anyways. So sorry no workout for me. Shucks. Not.But then it dawned on me. I wasn’t really that late. I was just making excuses to push my needs aside and take the easy way out.So I quickly threw on my workout gear, said goodbye to Jack and the Dear Son, pushed dinner back one hour and headed out for my date with a Dreadmill. For once family could wait. It was time for me. I’m still running. Not strong yet, but still running.In other not so newsy news: I took the Housewives quiz. Wanna guess who I t
urned out to be? I’m a NeNe! Do you agree with that? All my friends out there shout it out. See I’m yet another step closer to Anderson. Just saying, again. Take the quiz here and see which housewife you are. I soooo want to know.What did you all think of the finale? Don’t these women with chefs crack you up? I’m so glad to know it’s a real possibility. And have you seen the chefs? I just wonder how the DH would react to having another man cooking in my kitchen all the time. He would so NOT be going for that. The Alpha male would be out in full force. There would be a cook off every night.But back to the show. What did you think of:
Dallas laying it on the line with Kim.Mychael Knight sticking it to Sheree, but sweetly. I love him. He should have really put it all out there, but he’s such a gentleman.Then the big dinner. Whew.And did you see the preview for the reunion show? OMG! This makes me talk way too much. But little Lisa’s talking about flipping Malibu Barbie Kim over the couch. Till next week.
Best,
KwanaI Gotta Have Faith
“Faith is stepping out on nothingand landing on something”I heard that years ago when I was in a hotel room in Turkey. It’s one of those messages that came right on time. This was back in the days when I was a designer and I was in Turkey to get samples made to put in our showroom to show buyers the new designs we had for the season.Sidebar: Note to Sheree ATL Housewife. This is how a desiger does it. You watch your garments getting made to make sure they are done right.But I digress. I had never been to Turkey, heck, like Sarah Palin, I had never been out of the country and for this to be my first trip I was pretty scared. See, I was sent all by my lonesome to get the job done and I was not sure I could do it. Plus I had left my twin babies back at home. Eek.I remember being in the hotel room on a Sunday flipping though the TV desperately looking for anything in English when I stumbled across BBC religious broadcasting. I rolled my eyes, but stopped anyway because it was the only thing in English and I was lonely. On the screen was an African preacher and I can’t tell you what he was preaching on or talking about, but I do remember the one line he said that stuck with me all these many years.“Faith is stepping out on nothing and landing on something.”Wham! I was dumbstruck. It was like a light-bulb went off. I felt like finally I got this faith thing. This believing in what you can’t see thing. This believing in yourself, your ideas, your dreams, your hopes for the future, just believing. Faith. Wow.So what brought this on? No, I’m not trying to convert any of you to the: Kwana Faith Believers Church. And really, like always, (I have teens) I’m talking to myself. Tell a friend about this blog, please. But seriously, It was another blog post that I read from a mother who lost her job and she was totally pissed at everything, rightly so. I get that. Cut to me most days. Just give me a reason and watch me go. Picture me with a cigarette and a cosmo and I don’t even smoke.I told her to have faith. Which sounds so lame and corny. Doesn’t it? Then I remembered the saying from all those years ago. I hadn’t thought of it in a long while and I really think I needed to. I think my Faith had been slipping a bit because Faith alone is nothing. Faith needs a partner. Action.So thanks to her for this reminder and I hope in these terribly bleak economic times we all keep up our FAITH. Hey, layaway is back at tons of stores. Yeesh! Way to go out on high Bushie.Best,KwanaPainting: Allegory of the Catholic Faith -Johannes Vermeer (Dutch, 1632–1675)Still Tired
What’s Jack up to? Jack is whining for my attention. Wondering why I’m in no mood to get down and boogie.
That’s because I’ve done too much boogieing over the weekend. On Friday night I just about danced myself right out of my shoes with the DH. He wore his tux and I wore that dress.
It was an elegant affair. Lots of fun with old friends and tons of laughs and good music old and new. Yes, there was some organized dancing which I loathe and the DH forced me to participate. Ugh. He was really funny though, intent on messing me up during the cha-cha slide and had me cracking up as we ended up totally messing up the line. Frowns all around!
A fun night.
The rest of the weekend was filled with teen angst, tantrums and drama. Ugh. Somebody please save me? Can Calgon take me away to Mars for the next 3 years?
How was your weekend?
What’s doing for the week?
Best,
KwanaTired
SAHM– Stay At Home Mom is there any saying that’s more tiring or one that makes less sense? I don’t think so. Remind me to write more on this later. Right now I’m too tired, but happy it’s Friday, but too busy being a SAHM for that to make a dang bit of difference.
Sometimes it feels like everyday is Friday and Monday and Thursday and Saturday and Sunday for us SAHMs.Whew. I need a nap or three or ten.
Pablo Picasso- Head of the Sleeping Woman 1907MOMA CollectionHave a wonderful weekend.
Take a little time for you (and me too), heck, all moms every where!Best,
Kwana
Cheeseburger please
What’s Jack up to? Jack gave me such a much needed smile yesterday with the funny way he pushed his water bowl over to me when I wasn’t getting off my butt fast enough. The DH and I were chatting over the day’s mess. Yak, yak, yak and not paying Jack any attention as he ran back and forth between us. Out of the corner of my eye I watch as he maneuver the bowl from a tough corner over to my feet and then he looked up at me with the sweetest eyes like, “what ya got to complain about now lady?” Love that.
With all this talk of Change I’ve been thinking of making some changes to my blog. I’m not sure what they will be yet, I’m going to take them as they come to me. But the first change will be to spread the Jack updates out a bit. Keep his fans guessing and the paparazzi on their toes.Today Thanks to Ondo Lady for sending me to The Selby for gorgeous peeks inside interesting folks everyday lives. While there I came across Mike and Jen.
Hmm… New rules for a happy relationship? Interpretative Dance. Enjoy!
Meat and Cheese by Mike and Jen aka Duotard video by The Selby from the selby on Vimeo.Best,KwanaFocus
What’s Jack up to? Jack is hoping for the weather to warm up a bit for longer walks. Could winter really be coming up on us so fast. Brrrr!
Oh boy are my legs burning! So I checked it out and yep, the gym is still there, but I already knew that. Crap.
Only that cute Mel could get me into this mess. Her smooth words and silky charm took me over the edge and actually got me on the Dredmill twice in one week. I’m paying for it now though with Legs O’ Fire. I’m following the Couch potato to 5K plan which seems pretty reasonable for a runner hater like me. Let’s see if I can actually make it stick. If these legs don’t stop burning I don’t know.My mind is twisting in a million different directions right about now with the Dear Teen Twins, DH, the house, housework, my writing, dieting, exercise, finances (or lack thereof) and the election about 2 minutes away. UGH! I find it tough to focus on just one thing. Of course that’s the Gemini in me too.
Lists help though and breaking the day off into chunks otherwise it can easily turn into a big lump of nothing.
I find that music helps to get me moving when I really slow down. My music guru, the PIC, introduced me to Van Hunt a while back and he’s been fave ever since. Check him out.
What do you think? What are some of your tricks to stay focused?
Best,
KwanaP.S.
What did you are think of the Not So Real Housewives of The ATL? Was it cool for Kim to diss NeNe? I think not.
Oh and Scroll down if you missed the NJ conference talk.
Spin Cycle
What’s Jack up to? Lovely Jack is trying my last nerve. Getting into the trash and making all sorts of messes. Jack you are working it.
Ever have one of those times when it seems like the easiest tasks are incredibly hard? Where you feel like no matter what you do you’re just spinning your wheels?
Right now I’m in what I’d call a Spin Cycle and it’s driving me a bit batty. I’m not quite sure how to handle it. I do know from my DD’s ballet classes that when you have to do pirouettes the teachers advise you, in order not to get dizzy, to pick a focal point so that with each turn you always come back to that point. That’s what I’ll try and do.
Pick a focal point and try not to spin out of control. Ahh… motherhood is bliss.
Oh, Happy Monday!
Best,
Kwana
Casting On
What’s Jack up to? Jack’s wondering where this week went to. Nah, that’s just me. He’s doing the hanging in the hall closet thing that he loves so much. I just don’t get that dog sometimes and I’m sure he’s probably thinking the same thing about crazy me.
Casting on in knitting is always done with a a little bit of fear and excitement. But like the point of the One Sock Moment a decision must be made otherwise you’re left stuck in the same place or hopping around in a circle on one foot.
So you cast-on with nothing more than a vague road map, a pile of string and faith in your ability to produce something out of not too much, but your drive and ambition.
Notice it doesn’t hurt to have something lovely like Pride and Prejudice in the background to inspire you!
Tell me what have you been thinking about casting on? A book, a painting, a business venture, a night class, a new love, an old love? Yummy. Don’t get stuck in a one sock moment. Time is too short.
Take a deep breath and cast-on.
Best,
KwanaThe 300
What’s Jack up to? Jack is full of pep, guess I’m in for an action packed day. Uh oh.
So, I logged on and noticed this is my 300th post. Go me! Who knew I’d stick with this blogging thing and love it so much. Thanks to all of you for sticking with me.
It was a lovely early fall weekend with Nana coming to visit. You know Jack was happy and well fed. Nana and I are true city girls, being from Harlem and all. I have to admit when I first moved to Westchester I thought it was totally the boonies since it was a whole half hour outside of the NYC and you can’t just go out to eat at 1am on a Tuesday. But many years later I’m dealing and finally getting used to the quiet.
Check out how cute Nana looks at Westchester Farms on Saturday after dropping the DD off at dance.
What about these pumpkins? Don’t you just love Fall?
Best,
KwanaP.S. scroll down for some political fun
