So Live Your Life

A-a a-a a-a....

You know this one?

I love this song....I don't blog too much these days. Instead, I find myself
playing bad guys with Jaxon,

reading, writing in my journal,

cloroxing the toilet and ALL surrounding areas AGAIN...We have an amateur hose on the loose.

talking to someone I love,

watching Mr. Deeds with James Lorin Jex,

working my ace out,

smiling at strangers,

making something pleasing and healthy (or not) to eat,

taking pictures,

singing my brains out, playing the guitar, piano,

finding myself deeply infatuated with Urban Outfitters

dancing to Lionel Richie's song, "Love Oh Love," with my Jax,

feeding into my ipod playlist...MORE MUSIC addiction, beautifying someone's hairs,

eating like it's Armageddon at a Wendover buffet, realizing AGAIN I just do not like fish...thought I'd try one more time. EEK.

organizing photos, lots of them.

BEING so grateful,

learning to waltz with boy,

snuggling my fam,

going on a jungle safari..making...it while monkeys, elephants, and alligators roam about, (sounds exotic--it is. Anniversary Inn is a world all its own.)

patting myself on the back for updating my facebook status, in 3.5 seconds then red exing out,

chatting with one of my "ibuddies" you know who you are,

asking incessantly as if for the first time, "You can choose nice or mean, which do you choose?"

LAUGHING MY FREAKING BRAINS OUT with one who's brains aren't already out,

finding steals of deals--quirky treasures--at Plato's Closet with my pregnant and darling sista, Niki,

making blanket huts of all dimensions and designs,

writing in my sexy breakthrough book--including thoughts and feelings I don't believe but know to be true,

loving unconditionally--thinking about my angels in the flesh-you

biting the insides of my cheeks as Jax so eloquently airs yet another "Where-the-hell-did-that-come-from?" comment,

being actively pursued by casino security for taking a picture...who knew?

relaxing (huh?) yeah you know, sitting on my butt!!!....Hmm.

Imagine that?! I have recently discovered that I don't blog each movement I make, or each outing we take....
I have decided that I enjoy much more living my life in. the. mo-ment.

The release I experience from writing is therapeutic dare I say, orgasmic. I have found that the dynamic of the "blog writing" for me is very different. As you can see, I have been nearly dead on my blog, and have sincerely come to find out that FOR ME, it may not fit my idiom. I much prefer a genuine conversation or a hand-written private entry in my stretegically selected, worn-on-the-edges, self-expressing journal in Christy's chicken scratch. Maybe this feeling will morph with time, but for me, for now, it's true.

OH, and also, experiencing some nasty curse not being allowed to add bloody pictures to my posts...So here it is...a word-only post!

The word is,
BE-ing

As I commit to be the walking embodiment of this phrase,

So live your life...