Paris Has My Heart
What’s Jack up to? He’s wondering where the Dear Twins have gotten to right about now. Spent lots of time on top of the couch and watching the window yesterday. I’m sure right now he’s like what the heck is up and where are they? Sorry Jack.Bonjour! The Dear Twins got off to Paris yesterday evening and I’m trying hard not to worry too much while waiting for scattered calls. I’m hoping all goes well when they meet their generous host families and they find their ways around ok.Hey, maybe they’ll be like these kids here, rocking it along the Seine.
You’ll be glad to hear I fought hard and won the battle of the tears when the bus was pulling away from the school (I didn’t want to embarrass them too much).
But I did get in an extra hug or two. I just had to.Best,Kwanaphoto from Art.comLittle House
This sweet little house that is on a neighbor’s front yard is just coming out from under the snow and it looks like we’re in for a bunch more come tonight. Sigh.
I hope the forecast is wrong since I’m as busy as all get out getting the dear twins ready for a school trip to Paris later in the week. Yep, that Paris. I’m trying to keep myself sane and not worry too much since they have never been out of the country or on vacation without me so yes, I wish I were going too to keep an eye out and hey, It’s Paris. Why wouldn’t I want to go?What are you up to? Is it snow are sun in your forecast?Best,KwanaSuper Romance
What’s Jack up to? Jack is full and content though a bit sad after a lovely weekend visit from Nana where he was spoiled silly. He really does love her like crazy and she is just nuts for him. It’s too cute.
How was your weekend? Did you watch the Superbowl on Sunday? I watched quite a bit, that is until the last installment of Emma came on PBS at 9 then I was off. Though I know the story it was much more exciting than the Superbowl for me.
Did you watch? If you didn’t you can watch it online here.
Or at least take the: Bachelors of Highbury Quiz. I scored with Mr. Knightley. My Mr. Knightly!
Best,KwanaP.S.Congrats Saints! I wonder will Kim get her ring now?Game On
So I hear there’s some big game happening this weekend. A Superbowl or something? Now I’ll admit, I have never been a football fan. I’m sorry, there I’ve said it. And since The J-E-T-S didn’t make it I really don’t have any stake in the game. Now the DH will surely be watching and cheering,loudly. And I think he’ll be going for The Saints. Who Dat!
Should I have my fingers crossed for a win so Kim can get a ring? So sad. Give the girl a ring Reggie win or not!
If anything I’ll only be watching for the commercials if at all. In a preview I came across this too funny one that finaled in a Doritos contest. Now I know it may promote bad behavior in kids but it cracked me up. You can vote on it here.Now as per the DH’s request I’ve got some Chili to make.
Best,
KwanaEverything’s Better With Bacon
What’s Jack up to? Jack’s doing good, hanging, doing his usual Jack thing full of vim and vigor that is until about 9:00 when his sleepy kicks in. Then all bets are off and nobody better mess with him when he’s trying to get his sleep on. Zzzzzzzz…..
So, I’m sure many of you have heard the saying, “everything taste better with bacon.” Well, one of my knitting buddies, T went and proved it yesterday when she brought this for the group to sample. that’s right bacon flavored chocolate. To it’s credit she didn’t tell us the secret ingredient and the bacon wasn’t overpowering so we were all guessing for quite a while. I got very close when I said something smoked. It combined sweet and salty perfectly. Have you ever?
Sadly, I have. You should have seen the faces when I fessed up to having potato chips with my chocolate ice cream. Yum.Tell me what odd treats do you like to have on the sly?
If you’d like to try the bacon flavored chocolate you can get it from Vosges here.
Best,
KwanaSurrender
Surrender : transitive verb 1 a : to yield to the power, control, or possession of another upon compulsion or demandb : to give up completely or agree to forgo especially in favor of another 2 a : to give (oneself) up into the power of another especially as a prisoner b : to give (oneself) over to something (as an influence)Some days you just want to throw your hands up and not in a joyful way, but in a way of frustration, in an act of defeat. The day can be going along smoothly and all it takes is one thing, a rock in the road to trip you up and take you off course, causing you to take your eyes off the horizon and your ultimate joy and you want to surrender. To give up, to say fine I’m done, have at it world, take all I’ve got.
But then you realize that there are some things you can’t do that with. Some instances where you can’t surrender or your stubborn mother’s heart just won’t let you. Because when it comes to your children is there really ever any surrender? Not as long as there is hope, love, fight and breath.So you grit your teeth and hang in for the fight. Throwing up your hands and clinching them into fists at the rest of the world if you have to because the only act of Surrender when it comes to your children, in your heart and mind, is the Surrendering to the will of God. Nothing less will do.Best,
Kwana3rd Times a Charm?
So… I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. Thanks so much for all your comment on my post with the pic of me in my new glasses here. After that post and halfway through your kind comments on how nice I looked, I promptly got my butt in gear and made my way to yet another eyeglass store in the handy chain that has the fab 30 day no questions asked guarantee. Sigh.When I went into the new store I told the employees my story about just feeling blah about my new glasses and asked their opinion. They agreed the glasses were a tad too big for my face and that I should be happy with them so I spent a good hour there mulling over frames until I found these that are very close to my pair that broke and I loved. And one hour after that I had my 3rd pair of new glasses.
Let’s hope 3rd times the charm. I sure think so! Lesson here? It really doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about how you look. It’s how you feel about how you look that counts.Or maybe what Frieda Kahlo thinks. She looks happy to me.
Best,KwanaChill Baby
What’s Jack up to? He’s still doing the trash sneak thing and it is starting to get on my last nerves. I refuse to get another trash can or put him back in the basement. So Jack is going to just have to learn. Too bad he’s trying to learn me. Humph!So I realized I never posted a pic of myself in my new glasses. I think it’s because I’m not entirely happy with them. They are so big. It took a ton of pictures just to get this semi good one. Now I’d I hate to go to to eyeglass store yet again, but whatever. Who knows? I will try and live by the card that PVE gave me here and Keep Calm and Carry On.
I hope you have a calm weekend planned. Me? Not so much. Vrooom!!!Best,KwanaVisualization
For a while now I’ve been visualizing a revamp of my bedroom. One that includes a bit of paint and a little writing space for me and maybe the dreamy possibility of some shelves for some of my many book and piles. Now I’m not sure how I’ll get that to fit in my small space but I have some ideas.
You see I’ve tried writing in other spaces in my house but my bedroom is my sanctuary and I’m my most creative in there (Stop your thinking right there. This blog is family friendly, well, most days)
So here are a few pics that I have been dreaming on.
Speaking of pretty spaces there is a cool competition going on at Apartment Therapy called the Big Window Challenge and blogger and decornista, Eddie Ross is entered. Today is the last day to cast your vote. You can go here and check out Eddie and the rest of the competition. That gorgeous bag on the chair alone deserves a nod don’t ya think?http://bigwindowchallenge.apartmenttherapy.com/
Have fun and what projects are you visualizing today?
Best,
KwanaOops
So this story is like my worst nightmare since it’s so Kwana like. I think I may have said here before that in my fashion days one of my nicknames was “Grace” since I’m such a klutz. Constantly tripping over my own feet and getting all sorts of snickers from the more gracefully inclined fashionistas. I can’t tell you how many times my DH has chuckled at my stubbing a toe and gotten his head bitten off for it in the middle of the night. “Hey, who moved that bed?!” “Uh, nobody it’s been there for years.” “Oh, well, shut it!”
Well, when I heard the story about the poor woman who tripped and fell into this Picasso at the Met tearing it my heart just broke for her. There but for the grace of God go me and all that. Read more about it here.
Best,
Kwana
