My Butt

My butt is big
and round like the letter C
and ten thousand lunges
have made it rounder
but not smaller
and that's just fine.
It's a space heater
for my side of the bed
it's my ambassador
to those who walk behind me
it's a border collie
that herds skinny women
away from the best deals
at clothing sales.
My butt is big
and that's just fine
and those who might scorn it
are invited to kiss it.
Just do it.

Day 2

Day 2 of Kennedy being sick! Yesterday she woke up saying her tummy hurt...of course being the great mom I am, I told her to go to the bathroom and go to school. About 1 1/2 hours later she called from school crying "My head hurts so bad" so I went and picked her up. She felt bad, but no temperature or anything. So I drugged her and put her to bed. She complained off and on of aches and pains, but nothing major. Last night I went to practice and Corey calls me and says "Her temperature is 104" So I stop at the store, get some meds and come home. She is complaining of headache and stomach ache and crying etc... I sleep in her room (she wakes up 5 times) and finally at 4:00 am, she throws up. Anyway, today she has low temp (100) and has thrown up once. But she is also saying her legs ache and her back is sore etc...
So, day 2 of me being at home all day. Of course, I had plans...I rarely do not have plans. Everything has changed so that I can lay around with my 9 year old. She is precious. Who cares about coaching and teaching kickboxing and making 150 Christmas cards for paying clients (due by Thursday)...my "baby" is sick.

Some things I liked on my trip

When I was driving into Atlanta and it was dark, I looked into the sky and saw the lights of 5 airplanes backed up one after another. It was cool.
A friend shared an intensely personal story with me, and I cried. I listened to Molly and Doug's cd and cried. I wondered if I am passionate about anything anymore. Well, I am passionate about my family, that is a good thing, but what else is driving me? When I listen to some of the songs, I think that so much of marriage is passion. At least in the beginning. And then what happens? A settling? Other "distractions" that take away your thoughts for your passion?
Seeing my sister-in-law with a tattoo, talking to her about "real" stuff, her perfume that smells so great (Ralph Lauren Blue).
My own children behaving and actually acting decent the whole time we were gone!
A fun (unexpected) snowfall one day and the kids building a snowman. (Emy's first time to see snow)