it doesn't matter who's wrong or right.....

JUST BEAT IT!

michael jackson's music is so insanely addictive! it doesn't seem to matter where you are, when michael's music plays people sing along. ever notice that? tell me you haven't busted out with a high pitched "heee, heee" at least once in your life. bet ya have. people don't even have to be a "fan" per se to suddenly find themselves claiming not to be billie jeans lover or trying to moonwalk to smooth criminal, they just do it naturally. like itching a scratch (scratching an itch?).


right now the kids (max, aj, & aj's girlfriend "t") are playing this michael jackson game for wii that "t" brought over - and it's the awesomest game ever! i simultaneously love it and feel really aged by it. hello, you can't not feel old when your kids are dancing to music that came out when you were still wearing florescent tights & braided headbands. (two things which have never come back into fashion.)

my kids, like most i am sure, think they have the market cornered on all things music, movies, and mtv. they think their generation is THE generation. i want to tell them "just you wait and see" but i can't bring myself to use those words, because those were the words my own parents used and i'd like to refrain from turning into them for as long as possible! so instead i sit here and laugh - with them and at them. mostly at them. because thats the awesome kind of mom i am.

i am really looking forward to the new year but i haven't made any resolutions yet. i've heard people say they are resolving not to make resolutions and even though i know they are just being funny, it does sort of sound like a good plan

you know what another good plan would be? going to bed early. i'm fighting a head cold thanks to a walk on the beach during sunday's blizzard. not the smartest idea, i know, but it was a romantic one considering mr. jones rarely likes to go for walks on the beach.

warm summer evening, a cool breeze coming in off the water -
ME: honey, wanna go for a walk?
HIM: nope.

freezing winter day, the most snowfall virginia has seen in 30 years -
HIM: baby get your boots on, lets go see the 5 foot waves!
ME: uuuuh, sure.

yeah, even the kids were smart enough to sit this one out. they stayed inside, warm, drinking hot cocoa by the light of the fire their video games. but it was totally worth it. and probably the exact scenario vicks had in mind when they invented nyquil.

the snowfairies came thru!

thanks to a foot of snow outside i get to stay home warm, cozy & SAFE with my guys. my family back home will be relieved to know that yes, i did finally call in (after a few hours of waiting for someone to call me) to find that no, i did not have to slip & slide my happy tail in to the office today. our little blizzard back here made the news out on the west coast & knowing i don't still have my 4 wheel drive - well, they were worried.

its pretty weird to be home on a monday when you are used to working. i did a little laundry & baked some cookies, played on facebook for a long while, and am now taking a break surfing the web for yarn storage idea's. i want something that allows me to see what i have at a glance but still protects it from dust bunnies. i love the idea of Ikea-ish boxy but narrow floor to ceiling shelves, but how is that protective? plastic bins are protective, but how is that attractive? decisions, decisions.

crochet, much like blogging, is another little hobby of mine that got put on the back burner this past year. i never completely stopped, but my heart wasn't always in it either. i let people who don't really matter get into my head way more than they deserved to be. but having realized that people can only steal our joy when we let them, i'm snapping out of all that. when i've had a particularly stupid experience or edgy day i make a point of picking up my yarn & channeling that energy into something fun, and it works! i've also been making a point of spending at least one evening a week with girlfriends. laughter is an amazing attitude adjuster.

those of you on facebook have already seen these snapshots but i'm sharing them again here because...because....well, because i can! :)

my mom & step dad "commissioned" me to make these hats for the kiddo's in the family....my nieces & nephews that i have yet to meet because they live so far away. two live along the puget sound of washington state and two are in las vegas. i can't wait to meet them someday soon! in the meantime i await pictures of them in these adorable (if i do say so myself) beanies:

these came on the heels of 3 orders i had just completed for neighbors and 2 others for my older boys' girlfriends....so i've kinda been the mad-hatter-mama lately. fine by me! fun fun. :)

its lovely weather for a sleigh ride together

...if only we had a sleigh! 


Christmas was lovely and I hope that you all enjoyed a very merry gathering with loved ones as well. 


The snow began late last night, technically giving us a "White Christmas"...but not really because the festivities were pretty much over except for the fat lady singing before the flurries truly began. This morning though, well this morning is a completely different story. We have 4 to 6 inches out there & the news is telling us we're snowed in! 


I'm sure our neighbors to the north, in true snow country, are probably having a nice little chuckle at our expense. Remember the movie Crocodile Dundee where a hoodlum tries to mug Mick (Paul Hogan) with a switch blade? And then Mick's all "that's not a knife...THAT'S A KNIFE!" and he pulls out a bowie knife?

Well that's the tone I imagine the northerners are using..."that's not snow....THAT'S SNOW!"

Oh well, we may not be waist deep but it's still snow! And snowfairies willing, there will be no work tomorrow. 

We're headed out to play in a bit, gonna wander out on the beach and maybe build a snowman where there are usually only sandcastles. Unfortunately pics will have to be taken with my Blackberry though....the camera cord has performed yet another disappearing act. Typical in a house with teenagers. SIGH!

hobbies

a hobby, by definition, is "an activity pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation". 

and you know what i think they should add to that definition? i think they should add that hobbies have healing powers unmatched by any modern medicine; with an ability to reach in and soothe the soul.

do you have a hobby? what is it? when did you discover it?

if you don't, you totally should. people without hobbies are scary as hell and you really don't want to be one of *them* do you? you know....the kind always running off at the mouth spewing garbage like "oh i don't have time to do that because i have to work all the time. i work, working is my hobby, i work work work, busy busy busy." 

i suppose they think they are a) one-upping me or b) patronizing me or even c) impressing me. but all i hear is "blah blah i suck. alot blah. i measure my self worth by how busy i am because i have nothing else in life to validate me and i have a need to make you feel less than so i can feel greater than. blah." 

ok, so maybe not everyone without a hobby sounds exactly like that, but i know you know the ones i am talking about. or am i the only magnet for this particular brand of idiot?

i crochet alot, not nearly as much as i would like, but a fair amount. i also bake and imagine becoming the keebler elf of bundt cakes. i read funny books and i spend time quality with girlfriends. i'm learning to sew and getting ready to start up my education again to achieve a 20 year old goal. and i don't know why, but there are people i know in life who like to poke at me for these various things. they say i am such a grandma with my little grandma hobbies. they say i must be bored to tears if these are things i choose to spend time doing. sometimes they say they wish they had time to pursue a hobby, if only they had "as much time". and you know what i wanna say? PISS OFF! 

i am a wife and a mom of THREE boys of various ages and stages. i have a full time job maintaining a family plus spend 40 ridiculous hours a week in an uninspiring little room doing a job as best i can. i am busy too. its not about finding time its about MAKING time.  

so there.

whew! 

and even though i know i am just preachin to the choir here in blogland, that still felt really good to get off my chest dammit!

last year my grandmother died on december 1st. a month later on january 8th, her mother, my great-grandmother, died. the loss of these two women was devastating to me, and when i got around to getting out of my own head i realized just how truly devastating it was to my grandfather. he spent 60 years married to his sweetheart and the last 16 of those years he even had his mother-in-law under the same roof. then just like that, his home was down from 3 to 1 - and in the course of another months time, his home was completely emptied and he had moved 300 miles to live with my mom. can you imagine that? life & death play no favorites, that is for sure. 

fast forward about 8 months & gramps has realized he's ready to switch gears one more time. living with my mom was great but he felt like a burden - he totally wasn't but you know how old folks are. he'd been scouting out & researching veterans homes & found a new veterans retirement community down in the desert of california. don't let that idea conjure up depressing images of sad old soldiers sitting around telling war stories, waiting to die, because kids, its totally NOT like that. its a beautiful place with lots to do and he's all set up in his own little apartment, only a hop, skip, & a jump away from Vegas. also? its co-ed. not that gramps is ever gonna want a hook up for a booty call or anything! stop it! just means some of them are married couples and they have a well rounded atmosphere. 

since moving there on his 77th birthday this past september, gramps has joined the vets bowling league and he now bowls one night a week, just like he used to. he's also joined the vets billiards team and shoots pool in tournaments one night every week, just like he used to. he's also gotten into making clocks and bird feeders, un-like he's ever done. and with his new bad-ass wifi laptop my mom set him up with, he made me a christmas card that includes a picture of him jokingly sitting on santa's lap...wearing a santa hat. see:

this right here, is the healing power of HOBBIES in action.

he also sent me a present that i intend to open first on christmas morning...something tells me its HANDMADE!

LOVE YOU, MEAN IT!

 

Well Well Well...

Whaddaya know? It seems I've found my way back to blogland after all. Honestly, I wasn't sure I would be able to return after such a long drought. I sort of let others bully my mojo and let go for awhile. I even tried to come up with a new blog identity a time or two, nothing seemed right. Eminem mighta snuffed Slim Shady, but me? Well, I just couldn't auff Sweet Mama Jones. So I'm back. 

And those bullies? 

Can suck it.

LOVE YOU, MEAN IT!