OLD

The Egyptian Pyramids
The Mayan & Aztec Pyramids
The Dead Sea Scroll
Lucy
Dinosaurs
The Coliseum in Rome
The Hanging Gardens of Babylon
Stonehenge
The Great Wall of China

and newly added to the list: ME

Don't misunderstand, I am not one of the great wonders of the world but I do fall into the old category. I have gone the way of the geez, grayed out, shriveled up, past my prime, 2 % fat free (which means 98% fat included), O. L. D.

If the Husband had not been permanently cauterized, my eggs are dropping like lemmings escaping the cataclysmic end I would have ended up being the first woman to have quadruplets with out science being involved. I would like a hippity hop with feet and itty bitty arms and I don't thing this plan was well thought out, Master?

So there it is. Inching my way to old. I have no review mirrors or the beeper to back up.

Tip Jar

What I am wondering is if it is legal to put a tip jar on my desk? As much free information I give out during the day I think that a tip jar would round out the hassles that do occur. Just sayin'. Other than that, I got nothing.

Part Two.....Concrete Jungle

Random thoughts about jungles. Jungles are usually defined as immense amounts of land covered entirely of overgrown vegetation. Trees, lianas, flowers, giant insects, dinosaurs, mammals which can take the form

of this....... or this......



but my recent experience left me with vivid memories of tall buildings, green grasses, water fountains, and two awe struck little girls. I can tell you my heart started to race when I first heard there was an opportunity to go to New York. Scared, exhilerated, and dumbfounded as to how I was going to travel across the country with my kids and my country mouse mom (she is really the country mouse, she lives in the stickers. Mom, you know what I mean). When my feet hit the actual pavement, and my eyes and ears took in all the sounds and lights, that little piece of me buring for adventure that has been buried for a long time, awoke and was hungry. If I could have I would have dragged everyone in and out of every store on Broadway, hit every inch of trail in Central Park, slept in the hall of the Natural History Museum, walked around Manhattan til the wee hours of the morning. The buildings are poetic, the noise of the street, man, I don't know how to describe the feeling of seeing so many vendors on the street and hearing the footsteps of the dozens of people moving back and forth over the sidewalk.







I realize I have been missing a part of me that has been dorment. She has now stirring and I am looking for more. I don't have to travel across the country to find adventure, but I am sure I am going to make more efforts to take my kids to see more of this state. There is much to be had in this big backyard.
Here are a few shots of their backyard. There are so many statues in the Central Park. I did not even see all of them. Simply beautiful in my eyes, I could have taken pictures all day.





This is a statue of Balto, my mom was worried about the kids climbing on the statues. She makes me giggle, how can you keep monkeys off the trees? This place was made for climbing, bring out your inner mountain goat.





Play is play no matter where you go, I think I love that the most. Kids do not care where they are, they can find fun no matter what. My kids had the opportunity to play with kids from around the world and a backdrop that is like no other. The pictures tell only part of the story.

Part One.....On the Crossroads of the World in a New York State of Mind

As promised I am here to give you all the inside scoop on our trip to New York. This trip was bitter and sweet all at the same time. For this installment I am only going to speak of the sweet and thoroughly entertaining antics of four country mice hitting the pavement of the big city (I am hoping you’ll find them as entertaining as I do).

As you may have read in a previous post, I was very reluctant to take my little Itsy Bitsy on the airplane. Abbazabba is a prickly personality and has a very loud disapproval display coming from a little package. To my surprise, she was a dream. A little fussing here and there but this little trooper conquered so many of her fears (elevators, tunnels, crowds, etc) I had to ask “Who are you? And what have you done with Abbie?”

This is the little dear after many hours on a plane and an exuberant cab ride to the hotel. Imagine her eyes getting so huge at the feeling of the plane leaving the tarmac. She asked me repeatedly, “What’s that momma? What’s that?” I said, “It’s just the plane flying in the air like Barry Benson”. She sings “Honey, honey, do do do do dut do, ah sugar, sugar, do do do dut do, you are my candy girl”. I say “Exactly”.



Now the Kat, she was the biggest, big girl she could be. She helped with her sister to comfort her when she was impatient, I am so proud of her. She absolutely DUG the plane ride. She buckled her seat belt and looked out the window the whole time. When we finally made it to New York and were coming in for a landing the whole city was lit up like a Christmas tree, I told her to make sure to make a good memory for herself. I heard a litany of “Oh my goodness”, “Wow, look at that momma”, “that is sooooo beautiful!” I could not help but share in her wonder. This is a happy Kat, with the super purr in full mode.




The fun stuff was having Abbie waking up after the first night in New York; I gave her a bath while the others slept and standing in front of the window greeting the city completely naked. I do have a picture but I don’t want to post it in good conscience but it is very cute.

Emma on the second night after the Little Mermaid creeping out of the bed ever so slowly to gently pull the curtains back and stare at the lights of the city in quiet of the night and then after 15 minutes creeping back into bed and never speaking about it to anyone.

Getting the girls ready for the Little Mermaid, they let me do their hair, put them in dresses and tights and walked in the night to the theatre. Emma sang throughout the whole performance of the songs she knew at the edge of her seat. Abbie curled up in the seat next to me riveted to the movement and telling me “there’s Ariel mommy, there’s Ariel!”





Emma asked a nice young man in an Irish pub where we ate lunch if he would like to go to Little Mermaid with her. He politely asked in a thick Northern Irish accent what time he should meet her, she said seven. Oh Lord, help me. If this is any indication of the teenage years, I am in big trouble. Are shock collars illegal?




I loved taking a ride in a horse drawn carriage with the girls in Central Park for a day of fun, frolic, hotdogs, softball, carousels and a playground. We went to the zoo and got so close to some frisky penguins, the light was low and they moved too fast for me to get a good picture but let me tell you they were fascinating. Abbie was startled by a statue of a lamb which bleated when you touched it.











Some more pictures in the zoo.





Sweet Mice in a log


Little Frogs on the move


Turtle Love

Where am I?

Hey Folks!

I am back, still trying to figure out what damn state I am in, Californina, Minnesota, New York. Pictures are coming very soon, and all I can say is what a beautiful island Manhattan is. The girls, especially Emma were mesmorized by the sights.

Lots to tell but right now I playing catch up. I will give a full report soon.

Here is a teaser.......

and another.....