🎄 One of my favorite parts of Christmas is the Christmas tree. The day after thanksgiving we start to see pines laying on the roofs of cars,strapped down by rope. Others are seen stuffed in trunks that are half open. Tree stands pop up everywhere-people trying to make a buck. It is so common of a tradition but yet a favorite of mine that has much meaning to me.
First you have to pick out a tree. This involves getting the family together. Second we cut a piece of the trunk off,drill a hole in it and turn it into an ornament adorned with the current year. Thirdly we string the lights and the best part-hanging the ornaments! O the joy of unwrapping each fragile ornament from it's paper! The memories each one holds. Ornaments of my childhood,ornaments the kids have made,ornaments given in memory of ones held dear. The fOurth reason I love the Christmas tree is it's beautiful glow and twinkle when all else is dark. It brings out it's charm and warms my heart like hot cocoa does my hands.
O Christmas tree-without you the season wouldn't be complete!
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
No More Pencils No More Books
No More Pencils No More Books
No More Teacher's Dirty Looks
Alright I am offically feeling like an adult even though I
legally became one 13 years ago. Ok I don't exactly feel like one but
I offically realize I AM one. Friday my oldest daughter finished
first grade! Throughout the year I volunteered at her school and have
never been called Mrs Savin as many times than the whole 11 years I
HAVE been Mrs Savin. I'll tell you the first time the teacher called
me that it really threw me for a loop! Who me?
Thursday my stepson graduated 11th grade AND got his liscence! Seems
like yesterday that he and his class were singing Backstreet Boys 'Bye
Bye Bye' at kindergarten graduation!
No More Teacher's Dirty Looks
Alright I am offically feeling like an adult even though I
legally became one 13 years ago. Ok I don't exactly feel like one but
I offically realize I AM one. Friday my oldest daughter finished
first grade! Throughout the year I volunteered at her school and have
never been called Mrs Savin as many times than the whole 11 years I
HAVE been Mrs Savin. I'll tell you the first time the teacher called
me that it really threw me for a loop! Who me?
Thursday my stepson graduated 11th grade AND got his liscence! Seems
like yesterday that he and his class were singing Backstreet Boys 'Bye
Bye Bye' at kindergarten graduation!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Lessons, Sayings,questions and Misinterperations from my Kids
Never put your arm around a croccodile
Mom your butt is too big for the slide
Dogs dont wipe their butts because they don't have hands
Sometimes that happens
I promise I won't run away and hide
Tulla paper(instead of toilet paper)
Watch out pillllow(instead of below)
Hanatizer(instead of sanitizer)
Smarshmellows
The dish is gonna get me
I need privacy
Is that a boy or a girl?
What if your buttcrack was in the front?
Why is that boy wearing makeup?
Are you a boy or a girl?(asking a stranger)
Can I call gab?
Katie Perry!
I'm a professional
Will my ears get pointy on st pattys day?
I love you infinity!
Mom when u get little u can wear my shirt
Can I get the laughing gas?
Kyliesflower(instead of cauliflower)
Wipe my butt
Don't hold babies by the neck
Where does God live?
Mom your butt is too big for the slide
Dogs dont wipe their butts because they don't have hands
Sometimes that happens
I promise I won't run away and hide
Tulla paper(instead of toilet paper)
Watch out pillllow(instead of below)
Hanatizer(instead of sanitizer)
Smarshmellows
The dish is gonna get me
I need privacy
Is that a boy or a girl?
What if your buttcrack was in the front?
Why is that boy wearing makeup?
Are you a boy or a girl?(asking a stranger)
Can I call gab?
Katie Perry!
I'm a professional
Will my ears get pointy on st pattys day?
I love you infinity!
Mom when u get little u can wear my shirt
Can I get the laughing gas?
Kyliesflower(instead of cauliflower)
Wipe my butt
Don't hold babies by the neck
Where does God live?
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Resurrection Of My Soul
I actually caught a glimpse of myself yesterday. I stopped and stared-it took me a second to recognize myself but I welcomed the familarity. 'why hello there stranger! It's been a long winter!'
The sun was shining brightly and the car windows were down. Music played and looking in the rearview my three yr olds smile met with mine. Ahh a warm sunny day! I could feel my insides smiling! I could feel the endorphins pumping causing a natural high,causing a contagious happiness brought on by a beautiful warm day!
The sun was shining brightly and the car windows were down. Music played and looking in the rearview my three yr olds smile met with mine. Ahh a warm sunny day! I could feel my insides smiling! I could feel the endorphins pumping causing a natural high,causing a contagious happiness brought on by a beautiful warm day!
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Age of Innocence
The Age of Innocence
If only they could stay this age or at least not try and grow up so
fast! It's hard to keep them young these days! They imitate every
young woman on tv and me as their mother. Both of my girls are drawn
to girls who are older then them. My oldest who is seven asks me
hopefully,'do I look like Im a teenager?' maybe because she has a
teenage brother is the reason she is fascinated with teenageness,but
whatever the reason it bothers me. She is my little girl who I know
will look In the mirror one day herself and wonder how time flew by so
fast! But for now time for her is going at slow pace- and that is The age of
innocence-a time;when you look back as an adult,is fleeting.
Why is it that when we are a child, we want so badly to be a grown
up? Why is it that when we were young time seemed to last forever but
as an adult time seems to fly by?
My girls' faces are smooth and free of imperfections. There arent
any creases on their foreheads,no worry lines. Their eyes are
bright- full of wonder and curiosity. When they stand, they stand
tall and straight-shoulders free of stress and tension. When they need
to get somewhere they run and skip. They can wear anything and say
anything and are not self conscious. They have not a worry or care in
the world.
When I look in the mirror I ask myself where time has gone. I see a
few gray strands littering my dirty blonde hair. I yank these. I see a
couple light lines on my face but the one that bothers me is the deep
crease between my eyebrows. This line must be genetic for my mom has
it too. Thanks mom. My eyes are not as blue as they once were but they
are still full of curiosity. My posture is terrible and I pull my
shoulders up. I hate that. My mom and husband always point out that I
do that. I try to correct it but it hurts. It's uncomfortable. Even
chiropractors say that my shoulders are extremely tense. Why can I not
relax? Am I that stressed?
My girls or for that matter many young girls don't have to worry
about paying bills. Their play isn't interrupted to write out an
electric bill-unless of course they are trying to pretend to be mommy
or daddy at the time. They don't have to worry about filling the gas
tank that always seems to be on empty. It cost money to live here? To
watch tv? To eat? To them nothing costs money. Ahh the age of
innocence. No taxes,no work,no dirty laundry. Dinner magically appears
on magically clean dishes.
If only they could stay this age or at least not try and grow up so
fast! It's hard to keep them young these days! They imitate every
young woman on tv and me as their mother. Both of my girls are drawn
to girls who are older then them. My oldest who is seven asks me
hopefully,'do I look like Im a teenager?' maybe because she has a
teenage brother is the reason she is fascinated with teenageness,but
whatever the reason it bothers me. She is my little girl who I know
will look In the mirror one day herself and wonder how time flew by so
fast! But for now time for her is going at slow pace- and that is The age of
innocence-a time;when you look back as an adult,is fleeting.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Lessons from Dora
Lessons from Dora
I don't know about you, but I think I have seen every known episode of
Dora the Explorer. I have learned more Spanish from that fooball
shaped head girl then I did In my yrs of spanish class in high school.
What can we Learn by watching Dora? Well beyond the obvious-learning
to count in Spanish, colors and patterns you can also learn that when
there are people or in doras case foxes that want what you have they
will do what it takes to get it from you.
So life lesson # 1 ( not in order of importance)
Beware of swipers-lock up your stuff mainly your house and cars. There
are sneaky foxes out there!
If you are going somewhere it is important to have a plan to get
there. Dora uses a map. If you choose a map good luck finding one that
sings.
Lesson #2-if youre not sure how to get somewhere use a map or much
easier a gps. If you get lost get yourself back on track! A map is a
plan and sometimes it helps to make a plan.
Doras bff Is Boots who happens to be a talking monkey. They go on
adventures together and help eachother along the way.
Lesson #3- friends are important-treat them right and help them in
times of need-no need to mention anything about monkeys or said friend
may become exfriend.
Every episode of Dora takes place somewhere different unless of
course it's a repeat. I swear sometimes they play the same episode
every day for a week!
Lesson #4 in order to learn something new you must do it over and
over again- in otherwords practice makes perfect!
Notice there are always songs that are sung on the show? If you're
lucky enough you will have one stuck In your head for days and belt
out lyrics at work.
Lesson#5-if you need to remember something such as a grocery list or
food order you can make it into a song and it will be easy to
remember. I'd look for a pen and paper first.
So as you can see Dora has life lessons anyone can use and these are
just a few! Gracias Dora!
Danielle
Monday, February 28, 2011
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun 2
swinging
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Sunday, February 27, 2011
Girls Just Want To Have Fun
Taking A Ride
Saturday, February 26, 2011
WALSTIB-Am I a Sellout?
Id like to say no, but sometimes I don't know. WALSTIB stands for
what a long strange trip it's been as any Dead Heads would know. I
used to consider myself 'hippyish' not using that term though,but for
lack of better words.
someone who was free to be them,relaxed,roaming,spiritual,ready to
get up and go at a drop of a dime,rule breaker,trusting and dancing to
the rythym of life and the beat of my heart.
I tried to express that in every aspect of myself. Although i am told
'hippy' is a stateofmind I wore and owned nothing but bellbottoms and
shopped at vintage stores. I listened to music that moved my soul (I
cried when jerry died) and my station wagon was covered in peace signs
and stickers. I had bumperstickers announcing I was a liberal and
'cheech and chong balls' framed my car windows. I have to admit I had
been pulled over many a time by cops profiling me. In 1999 when I
heard they were having a 'woodstock' I quickly bought tickets and
caravanned up to NY living in tents for 4days. I picked up hitchhikers
and hitchhicked myself. I always got to somewhere I was meant to be.
I'm not sure exactly what started the process. Maybe it was
after I had my first daughter,when I could no longer fit into my
bellbottoms and I gave them all away. my husband was probally
thrilled,although lately he talks about them lovingly-probally only
because he misses the person that used to wear those elephants.
or maybe the legandary 'Grocery Grabber' hippie mobile dying was the
start. Or the fact that life's responsibilities multiplied and
priorities changed. It was no longer about me and Stella Blue. My
music replaced by billboard hits, my car isn't covered in stickers,
and there are no bells to my jeans. I look like a sellout a psedohippie
I still have some of the same mindset but I am tense,stressed and
definately not able to just pick up and go. I realize that my true
idenity somehow got lost or maybe just pushed somewhere
Deep inside along the way and has conformed to what our society tells
us it wants.
I keep coming back to the phrase hippie is only a state of mind, and
yes I agree but my mind is clouded by tensions and expectations of
conformity squeltching all unique ideas and 'differences'-how did I
become the sheep? My state of mind wants to become unrobotized and to
become comfortable,like when you recongize an old friend and talk like
you've never been apart.
if my true self can't be dug out It would be a disservice to my
kids. I want them to see what is deep inside me,someone who emits
happiness and energy, not worrying about the petty shit that people
end up worrying about.a person who is mellow,and emits a glowing aura.
Someone who thinks they can become anything.
Sometimes I see little sneek peeks into my old hippie ways like
when I find myself buying tye dyed shirts for the girls, or find
myself drawn to nature yearning to feel connected, or just discovering
writing again. Recently I found myself on phillyburbs going off on
this poor antidemocratic sap's political crap and I thought' wow,
there you are!' 'i know you ' slowly but surely....WALSTIB
what a long strange trip it's been as any Dead Heads would know. I
used to consider myself 'hippyish' not using that term though,but for
lack of better words.
someone who was free to be them,relaxed,roaming,spiritual,ready to
get up and go at a drop of a dime,rule breaker,trusting and dancing to
the rythym of life and the beat of my heart.
I tried to express that in every aspect of myself. Although i am told
'hippy' is a stateofmind I wore and owned nothing but bellbottoms and
shopped at vintage stores. I listened to music that moved my soul (I
cried when jerry died) and my station wagon was covered in peace signs
and stickers. I had bumperstickers announcing I was a liberal and
'cheech and chong balls' framed my car windows. I have to admit I had
been pulled over many a time by cops profiling me. In 1999 when I
heard they were having a 'woodstock' I quickly bought tickets and
caravanned up to NY living in tents for 4days. I picked up hitchhikers
and hitchhicked myself. I always got to somewhere I was meant to be.
I'm not sure exactly what started the process. Maybe it was
after I had my first daughter,when I could no longer fit into my
bellbottoms and I gave them all away. my husband was probally
thrilled,although lately he talks about them lovingly-probally only
because he misses the person that used to wear those elephants.
or maybe the legandary 'Grocery Grabber' hippie mobile dying was the
start. Or the fact that life's responsibilities multiplied and
priorities changed. It was no longer about me and Stella Blue. My
music replaced by billboard hits, my car isn't covered in stickers,
and there are no bells to my jeans. I look like a sellout a psedohippie
I still have some of the same mindset but I am tense,stressed and
definately not able to just pick up and go. I realize that my true
idenity somehow got lost or maybe just pushed somewhere
Deep inside along the way and has conformed to what our society tells
us it wants.
I keep coming back to the phrase hippie is only a state of mind, and
yes I agree but my mind is clouded by tensions and expectations of
conformity squeltching all unique ideas and 'differences'-how did I
become the sheep? My state of mind wants to become unrobotized and to
become comfortable,like when you recongize an old friend and talk like
you've never been apart.
if my true self can't be dug out It would be a disservice to my
kids. I want them to see what is deep inside me,someone who emits
happiness and energy, not worrying about the petty shit that people
end up worrying about.a person who is mellow,and emits a glowing aura.
Someone who thinks they can become anything.
Sometimes I see little sneek peeks into my old hippie ways like
when I find myself buying tye dyed shirts for the girls, or find
myself drawn to nature yearning to feel connected, or just discovering
writing again. Recently I found myself on phillyburbs going off on
this poor antidemocratic sap's political crap and I thought' wow,
there you are!' 'i know you ' slowly but surely....WALSTIB
Friday, February 25, 2011
Where's the Arc?
Where's the Arc?
I knew it was going to rain so I don't know why I woke up annoyed
that it actually was. Maybe I was hoping the forecasters made a
mistake or that some great wind blew the clouds away that had already
made their way in yesterday.
when the blaring alarm made its debut I could hear the rain on the
windows and roof. I did not feel like jumping out of bed ready to
seize the day. More like wanting to pull the covers back over my head.
I was already not looking forward to the busstop let alone getting out
of bed at all!
being an adult we all have responsibilities and being a mom not only
are our children our responsibility but their responsibilties become
ours too. Therefore I had to crawl (not jump) out of bed and get my
daughter ready for school and out to the bus stop.
I had a hard time waking her up although eventually she did jump out
of bed ready to seize the day and I had a pang of jealousy that she
should have the energy right away to take on the day with such gusto
even with the raindrops smearing the window. Ahh to be seven again!
Pretending that the yellow school bus is a giant arc floating down the
rivers which were once roads picking up the kids and.......
somehow I forgot to buy another umbrella, which by the way umbrellas
annoy me and I am afraid of being poked in the eye by one but my
daughter isn't annoyed by them she is annoyed we are without umbrella.
We waited till the last minute when I thought the bus would be
actually In sight and we made a mad dash for the bus stop. And I was
right! Up the road the giant arc was in sight-just in time
I knew it was going to rain so I don't know why I woke up annoyed
that it actually was. Maybe I was hoping the forecasters made a
mistake or that some great wind blew the clouds away that had already
made their way in yesterday.
when the blaring alarm made its debut I could hear the rain on the
windows and roof. I did not feel like jumping out of bed ready to
seize the day. More like wanting to pull the covers back over my head.
I was already not looking forward to the busstop let alone getting out
of bed at all!
being an adult we all have responsibilities and being a mom not only
are our children our responsibility but their responsibilties become
ours too. Therefore I had to crawl (not jump) out of bed and get my
daughter ready for school and out to the bus stop.
I had a hard time waking her up although eventually she did jump out
of bed ready to seize the day and I had a pang of jealousy that she
should have the energy right away to take on the day with such gusto
even with the raindrops smearing the window. Ahh to be seven again!
Pretending that the yellow school bus is a giant arc floating down the
rivers which were once roads picking up the kids and.......
somehow I forgot to buy another umbrella, which by the way umbrellas
annoy me and I am afraid of being poked in the eye by one but my
daughter isn't annoyed by them she is annoyed we are without umbrella.
We waited till the last minute when I thought the bus would be
actually In sight and we made a mad dash for the bus stop. And I was
right! Up the road the giant arc was in sight-just in time
Danielle
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Mount St. Wash
>>Yes it's about the size of a mountain,intimidating the person who
dares try to take it on. It doesn't have any snow caps at the top,nor
tricky cliffs to scale-it is the mountain of laundry-daunting just the
same.
Intimidating it is for it never seems to end-just when I seem to be
conquering it fights back bigger and badder letting you know who is
boss!
dares try to take it on. It doesn't have any snow caps at the top,nor
tricky cliffs to scale-it is the mountain of laundry-daunting just the
same.
Intimidating it is for it never seems to end-just when I seem to be
conquering it fights back bigger and badder letting you know who is
boss!
now as you can imagine this mountain had to start somewhere and not
from plates colliding together either. More like four people's hampers
piled together.
I stuff the mouth of the buliemic monster-filled to capacity whether
it be with towels,muddy work clothes,kid outfits stained with the
juice of the day. It shakes and rattles with such determination.
Spinning spinning almost as out of control as the mountain itself.
Then the wet mess is struggled with until I can get it all in the
dryer with the door shut. The heatmiser dries the pieces of mountain-
the molten rocks that are spewed back into another type of towering
intimidation left to sort and fold,sort and fold.
And somehow somehow turning back the mt st wash looms in the distance-
bigger than before...
Danielle
Thursday with GiGi
Kylie is excited to see her greatgrandmom
A healthy breakfast before yoga
The Senior Center For Yoga
the center is in Doylestown and the seniors
love when Kylie and Sam come for
a visit!
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