not sad that I was sucking

I have barely blogged. Bad bad blogger. But I don't feel guilty. Love that.

Instead I ease right into my wonderful world of words on the web. (on an alliteration kick today) Life is unsteady, stressful, and I feel fine. That is worth celebrating.

So, here are a few things I would "give cheers to" today because they are bringing me joy.

1) Lucinda Williams. I dig her music. She's gritty and delicate simultaneously which is a perfect description for how I feel 82% of the time.

2) Hair cuts. I like to cut my hair. A lot. I like the sound the scissors make severing my strands. I like to cut my own hair. I can do exactly what I want, how I want, crazy as I want. Now my Edward Scissorhands moments do have drawbacks like having to grow out my occasional screw ups and the difficulty in seeing the back of my own head. I've put down the scissors and grown out my pixie cut, determined to be a fall bride with long flowing locks. But yesterday I realized that I do not have my long permed teen hair. I have 30 something thin hair that looks best short and shaggy. So I'm getting a cut. I may actually breakdown and have the first cut done by a professional, or just someone who can see the back of me. But I WILL be maintaining on my own after that. Why pay someone else to take away one of my pleasures. That would be like paying the kids to eat my coffee ice cream!

3) Small breasts. Today this makes me happy. I have had major breast issues for, i don't know.. forever. Its not just that I'm small, but I've had four babies gnaw them down to nothingness and they weren't much to begin with. I now have to roll up my remaining breast tissue and put them in my training bra. But I am ok with them now. I just played some basketball with Zeph in the drive without a bra on, because i can. I have a low cut blouse that I picked up at Goodwill and it looks sophisticated/sexy instead of sleazy cuz there are not massive fleshies peeking out. I'm ok with these bitty boobs today. (Of course I probably wouldn't snub an opportunity to put them back to pre baby bumps.)

4) My kids are weird. I love this about them. All moms are supposed to think their kids are the cutest, smartest and most talented. I am not that mom. I know of the 7 who is booksmart and who will always struggle in school. I know who makes friends easiest, who is a loner, who is an athlete and who is a clutz. But overall I can say that I like how most of them are weird.

Miah creates her own fashion trends that do not make her popular in school. She had "Tokyo Street" (my fave) and recently finished her Bag Lady Chic look. I let her express herself and learn the positives (feeling independent) and negatives (being teased at school).

Junah took the same thing to show and tell for 6 months. It was an imaginary parrot that sat on his shoulder. He never brought the parrot home for us to see. I like this.

Trinity slept with a homemade snow globe on her head. I asked her why the next day and she said "to get green dreams." Hmm. ok.

Zeph picked a day to walk backwards all day. When I asked him why he said "because this may become a sport someday and I want to be really good at it so I can win."

These are cute kid stories. It makes me like coming home.