one way to live crab

the dead crabs are the opposite way

new year's is all about resolutions.
strong will.
courage and bold determination.

well, i've decided that this year, i would make a list of indecisions.
yep.
i'm all about the indecisions this year.
none of that courageous stuff.
i'll have none of it.
so here goes.....

1. i shall reserve the right to be indecisive about situations of which i know nothing about.
2. i shall be fearful about jumping to conclusions
3. i shall be boldly tentative about judging myself for the mistakes that i make
4. i think i will not be so quick to act when it comes to judging others
5. when someone is screaming angry with me, i vow to be incredibly uncertain about whether to yell back at them or not.
6. when faced with the reality that i did not check to see if there was toilet paper on the roll beforehand, i will vacillate between whether it is my fault or mr. ntm's fault.
7. if someone cuts me off on the road, i will be downright cowardly about whether or not to flip them off

happy new year's
may your 2009 be all you dream it will be

it's cold.
and winter.

what if it were an 80 degree, perfect sunny day in december?
if we cross the arthur ravenel bridge over the cooper river, we could be in charleston, sc in no time flat.



try not to encourage mr. ntm for using palm tree bark for reindeer antlers.
i know he's a dork, but he's funny.



what if we were to take in the sights and soak up some sun?




if you don't like oysters, the crab is great too.



we could go to the market where the women weave sweetgrass baskets.
most of them have been weaving for more than 30 years and learned from their family when they were little girls.
their handiwork is an amazing art.




i like the baskets that have the chinaberries woven into their handles



what if we walked on cobblestone streets



past sweet golden retrievers on big, antebellum porches?



would that be okay?
here's wishing your sun is always shining

guess you think you're pretty smart

don't you?
like you got this thing.
and that you're going to go out and set the world on fire...
make your mark..
show your stuff and make everyone sit up and take notice of all your very special gifts that you offer just because of who you are.

well, then.....
you'd be right.
and i'm more than proud for you.
you set your goal, and you accomplished it.

congratulations on graduating, my sweet, wonderful girl.

okay, christmas is over.
is it spring yet?

dear christmas,

can it really be almost time for you?
how did this happen?
why is it that every year you sneak up on me?
and i grumble about you and the stress you put me through.
and then poof.
you're over and done with.
just like that.
and every year i tell myself that i will savor you more next year.
that i will soak your colors and magic and good feelings up.

why do i tell myself that every year?
why do i feel that i never experience you as fully as i think i should?
well.....
next year i'll surely do it.
i promise.

next year.

high wires

are organized chaos

kind of like mondays.
hoping yours is a good one