Making an Entrance

Ever since I saw the series premier of Modern Family I've wanted to be in a scenario to walk into a room, holding up something singing:

Nants ingonyama bagithi
Baba Sithi uhm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama Siyo Nqoba Ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
What am I talking about? Are you having a seizure? No. It's the opening scene of the Lion King. Obviously, I googled the words - because if you were to ask us it is:

Awwww
She-angway
Shaniqey-wha
Cha-gong-gong

Here's how Modern Family does it:

L saw The Lion King in the theatre and LOVED.IT. We got her the movie - for no reason, just for being an awesome kid. Fine, we also we wanted to watch a movie we haven't seen 1958 times - I'm looking at you Tangled. To show her she was going to own the classic - the ball & chain walked into the kitchen singing. I wish I had my camera out because L had a deep belly laugh and loved it. Then she wanted to try.

Here is her rendition:



We do things big around here. Now most everything, we are raising above our heads singing... it's not old (yet).

Quirk That : 2

Alone time is my BFF. I love it. I need it. I crave it.

After long days I have to have it.

It can be hard to explain, and hard to live through with me - and of my most closest friends and family they sometimes do not understand it. So here I go trying to explain it.

It's not you. It's me.

Sometimes a girl needs to just be alone with her thoughts. Nothing against you- all the questions. All the talking it. It begins to sounds like static in the background. True story - after long days or even short days of the constant noise I like to sit in silence. Even driving while I do so love a good song to belt out or dance to, some days I drive in silence and can go an hour before I realize the radio isn't on and I am sitting in silence.

In traveling last week - or at this point almost 2 weeks ago? Whatever. There were points at the end of the day where the inevitable "what now" question would be asked. God bless my friends for understanding that they wouldn't get an answer from me anytime soon. God bless them for realizing they needed to make a decision - keep me in the know and then when I could and when or if I wanted to - I would join them or not. No pressure. No weird looks (to my face at least) - and truly understanding - it's not them. It's me.

My name starts with a J and I like alone time.

Quirk That : 1

Some people name the things they love - computers, phones, privates, dolls, cars - the list in endless. Though I'm almost certain no one names things the way we name them. C, in particular, loves to name things - coats, cars, hats, luggage & blankets.

We have three blankets in the living room. Bluey - she's blue. She's the newest of the bunch. Meant to jive with the curtains, she has been a pleasant surprise addition to the family. Pinky Lee Jones - a patchwork blanket from my days in NY is a bit damaged but we love him anyway. Abelle was just a wee one when she tore her sht up - but we love him anyway. Last but not least - Kermie. Kermie is a blast from the past. C has had it (upon asking him or her - he claims asexual. I wasn't aware.) for quite sometime. It's green, once once fuzzy and comfy for about 15 minutes after it comes out of the dryer. We're talking childhood. It's time to retire Kermie - but C won't think of it. Guess who he is snugging up to right now, as I type?

Not Kermie. PLJ ... and I'm stuck with Kerm. Boo.

My Obession

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The cankles took my pregnancy experience places. I have to admit, I have a bizarre infatuation with the cankles. Watching them grow has been almost as fascinating as the buddha growing. At the end, they truly took on to look as the top picture shows... know whose feet those are?

hobbit feet

But like hobbits, those magical and crazy characters- my cankles did something mysterious and magical all on their own.

THEY DISAPPEARED.

Take, the previous picture posted-

9th Wonder of the World: My Ankle circa October 2006:

Picture taken today 10/15/o7 a little over a year later:

The tan isn't there- but my girlish curves are coming back and Mama has got a direct line between her ankles, the angle isn't as hott- but I assure you live and in person I have my ankles BACK!

Pictures taken in the last week Oct 2007:



And a horrific walk down memory lane....
Sept 2007:


July 2007


And when the hysteria began, back in June 2007

RIP Cankles
You are not missed