weekend: worried shoes
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This Weekend: Take Off Your “Worried Shoes”
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Put on your imagination cap instead
Then, flip your wig
Look into the eyes of despair with determination, then, slowly, raise your wooden spoons — like a ninja
Be on the look out for hairy friends. They, uh, can be distracting, although, it *is* nice to have someone by your side
Once your *worried shoes* are off. Have fun!!
It’s not worth living life wearing shoes that take you to sad, mad, or bad places.
Simply take them off and tell them they are no longer welcome. Yes, yes, sir-eee. Good. Bye
Have a worry-free weekend, all!
This Weekend: Be Understanding
Of the girl with the messy do…
You don’t know the hours she spent wrestling with it to look just-so.
And of the little boy who thinks it’s perfectly normal to dress in plastic bags
And run to the neighbor’s to play
Look kindly on the little girl who thinks it’s ok to wear gloves on her toes. For her, it’s normal 
Be understanding of the scarecrow you find stuffed in an odd, morbid like position behind your stove…who knows the trouble he has seen and why he chose to hide himself there.
Be understanding, and choose to smile today. Acknowledge thoughtful gestures and return them in kind.
Have an understanding weekend, all!
This Weekend: Stay Committed
You know how they say when the going gets tough…
the tough get going
But to where? Somewhere cool, I’m sure
Because they’re focused
Not going to give up
Staying committed and dug in for the long haul.
Stay committed to what you know is right and true. Don’t let twisted views skew the truth for you. Stay committed.
weekend: weekend
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This Weekend: Run
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Run away from bad feelings
Bad thoughts
My son's self-portrait
Stinky smells
(via Pinterest)
Messy rooms
People with bad, destructive habits, whatever they may be…
(via Pinterest)
Run toward positive feelings
Good thoughts
...yet another self-portrait
Clean laundry
Spiffy rooms
And people who love and support you 
No better way to take on life than in the arms of someone who loves you.
This Weekend: Make new friends
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Whether they’re fuzzy…or not
Talkative…or not
Cooperative… or not
Pensive…or not
Comprehensive…or not
Just make new ones…why? Because friends are most definitely the spice of life.
Have a *friend*ly weekend, all!
This Weekend: Celebrate Love
Oh, those sweet moments when no one is looking.
The times when love is captured in just the tilt of a head.
Or when it’s in the face of your sleeping baby…they grow so fast.
Hello love. You are so sweet, just like the whisper of the wind on my neck and the sun on my face…Hello, love…
Little Baby R waving to her great-grandfather through the bedroom window
This Weekend: Go away
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Step back from the way you always take on your weekend and go a different path
Make new contacts
Try something new
Pick up a discarded project
Find your motivation
Taken in California Dec '10 on a trip back home
Go a different way this weekend and be happy you did!
This Weekend: Get out of your rut.
It was on a whim and a serious craving that I threw out the suggestion on FB.
Chipotle. I wanted it it terribly bad. But it’s an hour and a half away. Less than 48 hours later I was standing in the parking lot waiting for one of my FB followers, and blog reader Jillian, to join me. She took me up on my challenge!
Chipotle is one of the best “fast food” joints around. They serve meat without growth hormones or antibiotics. They support local farmers by buying their meat.
I couldn’t wait to eat my burrito. Goodness.
(all of their napkins are 100% recycled material)
The key to eating a Chipotle burrito is to cut it in half.
(Chipotle is NOT owned by McDonalds)
Then, dive face first.
Jillian had a burrito bowl (for those concerned about carbs or uninterested in the tortilla)
The lady behind the counter asked me why I was taking photos, and I told her that I just drove an hour and a half to eat a burrito because I love it so much. She just laughed and laughed and said that I needed to take a picture of her before I left. Her East Coast accent and candor was a welcome sound. And I’d go back again just to hear her talk!
There she is with the burr-ista!
The drive back was nice. It felt good to have been so spontaneous. To throw my house cleaning to the wind. Get out child-free and move my day around in a way that shifted me up and out of my rut. 
Thank you, Jillian. You helped me “get out of my rut” yesterday.
*Chipotle did not pay me to write this, it’s just me and my thoughts. Although, I wouldn’t mind if Chipotle paid me to write about them. HAH. Free burritos for life, baby!*
weekend: September 11th
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This Weekend: Never Forget
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My friend, Ana, and I were chatting and she mentioned 9/11. Was I going to do a post? To be honest, I hadn’t even thought of it…but I should have.
It’s the 10 year anniversary. I’m a little boggled by this fact. Ten years ago and I can still remember where I was at. In bed, asleep. My dad called, he lives there in NYC, he was very upset. My mind was fuzzy and I kind of bumped into my dresser trying to steady myself, the phone to my ear, listening to some of the worst news America has heard in a while. The rest of the day our radios were on. 
(via CrowleyOnline)
My emotions were high because my aunts, cousin, grandfather, father, and since passed, step-mom lived there. And I had just returned from a month’s stay. The Twin Towers was where I hung out. Well, the Atrium to be exact. I loved walking through Battery Park and then catching a bite to eat in the food court. I was there only a couple months before the attack.
(via CrowleyOnline)
My step-mother had a friend who lost his life saving others on the fateful day. His name was Steve. Steve O. Here is a poem she wrote in his honor.
Tears In A Bottle (Sept. 11th)
For my friend Steve O, who died saving others
The candle of love was lit too late,
and God put our tears in a bottle.
If love for our fellows, were here to stay
would the infinite tears we cried that day,
quench the hot fires of hate?
Twisted metal, jagged glass, photographs torn in two.
Fathers, mothers, daughters and sons
unborn children, we never knew.
And God put our tears in a bottle.
Infinite dreams, and shattered hope
blown away on the wind, in billows of smoke.
Hot searing anger, is born of pain.
Unfathomed agony, shattered lives,
A tombstone of mega tons.
And God puts our tears in a bottle.
Bea Smith-Simmons
Copyright 2002 Bea Smith-Simmons
Never forget. It was at that point our nation banded together. Religious views and politics aside. We were united by the simple strand of humanity. Suffering, traumatized, wounded humanity. Then we forgot — again.
weekend: be yourself free superhero
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This Weekend: Be Free
Just enjoy who YOU are
Free yourself from others’ perceptions
(Tammera)
Free yourself from unreasonable expectations
Be free.
(This photo was taken by Mommy Hobbies herself)
Have a Free weekend, all!
