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Love this yarn bombing of the huge Marilyn statue in Palm Springs. I pass this statue every time I go into town to see my oncologist….but she’ll (the statue) be leaving soon. Forever Marilyn was only on loan…..
Background: The Knitting Guild of the Desert (Palm Springs, CA) contributed the knitted squares for Marilyn’s legwarmers. The Palm Springs Mayor proclaimed Thursday June 13, 2013 as Knitting Day.
I just finished organizing all of Boo’s papers from the end of the year and read through the last of her sentences….they aren’t as funny as “I can bloe it up” and “look out people“…. but they still made me chuckle.
I hope it’s not a hostile takeover:
Yes, I go to Michael’s a LOT:
I don’t think she’s forgiven him yet for the coffee mug incident:
Sounds dire right?
Complimenting the teacher:
And I thought I’d start making new Booisms all pretty and bring out some of the archived favorites….no idea what number I’d be on but 231 seems like a good number:
Friday I had a three month check up at my oncologist to go over some scans. All looks good….and so does this gown right?!
Stuck on level 65 of Candy Crush. Losing. Mind.
Friday night Mr. LBB and I went out with some friends to see Jewel at The Show (Agua Caliente):
It was my friend Jackie’s birthday and her hubby set it up as a surprise. She was surprised!
After the concert, we found the 80′s All Starz in the casino lounge….
…..and we danced until way past our bedtime! Oh and it was Mr. LBB’s birthday this weekend too. Thanks to whoever left these $$ glasses in the casino lounge:
Oh and coming tomorrow are some organization posts….because that’s what I worked on this weekend: organizing my organization. Talk to you soon! CONTINUE READING
It was my birthday this weekend. I recently bought one of my favorite movies from when I was younger to share with Boo and so Friday was movie night:
I think I cried over 10 times watching it. It was even better than I remembered. “Manure just happens to be my specialty.” I’m so happy Boo loved it….she cried over 10 times too.
I woke up Sunday morning to a jelly donut and a McDonald’s iced coffee…perfect! And my mom sent me an Olive Garden gift certificate….but on the way to Olive Garden we did something craaaazy and detoured to Red Lobster. None of us had ever been to one.
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…and for most of the weekend I enjoyed my favorite pastime: projects. Lots of projects.
I’m working on the Lil Blue Boo office and my office in the house. Re-organizing and re-decorating. Everything is in total upheaval right now but I’ll share some progress pics soon!
Today I painted a table…among other things. And yes, that’s a monkey in the background. (a chalkboard monkey….he’s our “guest book”)
I woke up this morning and Boo had a little gift for me…she picked it out herself:
My sweet little girl:
Last night we went out to celebrate my mother-in-law’s 60th birthday. Early in the night, my sister-in-law Jen was using Boo’s room to get ready….she did a final spritz of perfume and walked down the hall. Boo stepped out into the hall and said in all seriousness, as if Jen had left her the most amazing gift:
Aunt TT (Jen), THANK you for the smell you just left in my room.
We laughed about it all night.
I don’t dress up a lot and when I walked out of my closet last night in my little black dress Boo lit up and said with amazing enthusiasm: Mommy….wow. LOVE it. I’d love a dress with one shoulder. She’s great at compliments.
I was reflecting on how much I love being a mother….the little things that Boo does that bring me so much joy every day. I love watching her wade through everyday life…..I love recording her sayings, her actions, and every little thing I learn from her. I love reading back on the things my mother wrote down about me at the same age….all those records are such a wonderful gift my mother gave me.
Happy Mother’s Day!
The teacher found this note in Boo’s backpack today….that Boo had written to herself as a reminder:
We aren’t quite sure when she wrote it…..but apparently it was to remind herself to tell her teacher that Mr. LBB put my new Mother’s Day coffee mug (made by Boo) in the dishwasher. The crime? The mug was NOT dishwasher safe.
Happy Easter from our family to yours! There were 4 services at church this morning…..I couldn’t talk them into the sunrise service so 9:15 was a compromise:
Last year, and the year before, Boo cried in children’s church when Jesus died on the cross. They show a little film and afterwards the teachers let me know that she’d gotten emotional.
Boo: It’s just too sad for me.
I was a little worried this year but after church she came out excited and told us: Did you know Jesus knows how many hairs are on my head?
Last night, before I went to bed I remembered at the last minute that I had to do an Easter basket. Boo probably wouldn’t have even remembered…..she was too excited about church. I threw together a basket with some things from around the house:
Boo’s comments on the Easter Bunny’s work:
Why did he use your old basket?
Doesn’t he know I don’t like jelly beans?
I got this same egg from my teacher! (oops….same egg)
I think he took this toy from your junk drawer mom.
Awesome….I got some money!
Then I saw a friend at church with her son and apparently the Easter Bunny had forgotten their house and was going to come back tonight. He must be off his game.
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Last week was Boo’s spring break. We spent a lot of time working on school stuff and LBB but took some time off to swim and play with friends. Our matching pool coverups:
I’ve been watching The Bible on the History Channel. The simplicity of the filming, lack of effects, makes it easy to imagine yourself there. During each episode I wonder what I would have done if I had lived in that time….what would I have believed? Would I have laughed at Noah as he built his ark? Would I have followed my crazy uncle Abraham to the promised land? At one point Boo tearily commented “Poor Abraham, no one believes him….”
I let her watch the non violent parts….and I love the commentary:
Moses should just tell pharaoh that God isn’t invisible….you just can’t see him on earth.
And she cried seeing Jesus for the first time…..and I had to explain that the one on the screen was just an actor. Then she wanted to be reassured that’s what Jesus really looked like (I agree…he’s a cute Jesus).
Boo: Jesus messed up his own prayer…..
Me: Well some people say “trespasses” and others say “debts”…it’s right both ways.
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Me: Have you ever heard God speak to you?
Boo: No…..but Grandma has….
Me: She has? How do you know?
Boo: She told me. When you were little, no one could find you, and they thought you had drowned in the lake. God told her to look under a table…and you were asleep under it.
I learn something new every day.
At Boo’s school there is a painting of an American flag that has the following words written on it:
The photo is one I took on Instagram during a morning hike to the Palm Desert cross.
Here is the enormous piece that the students made that decorates one of the halls:
I love that.
I spent the last few days filming at Boo’s school….capturing the student life behind the walls:

I just enrolled Boo in 1st grade for next year at The Academy of PDCPC. She has been there since the age of two and I couldn’t imagine her anywhere else. She loves when Mr. LBB takes her early…..and loves to be the last one picked up. Now I enroll her in the after-school programs….she starts pottery next week with a local artisan.
I always share the things that I love on this site…..and so today I’m sharing Boo’s school since it’s such a big part of our life. I made the digital short to bring the school to life for those locally who might be looking for a good fit for their child. It’s faith-based but there are children of other religions there….and I love that it’s not exclusive. In Kindergarten this year Boo and her entire class learned all 50 states and capitals. It was pretty amazing. (Note: that meant that I had to learn them as well because I didn’t do so well the first time around in elementary school).
Visit The Academy of Palm Desert Community Presbyterian Church here…..and if you happen to see any typos let me know…..those would be MY typos!
There’s an Open House Sunday, March 17, 2013, 12:00 to 1:00pm.
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A few other posts on Boo’s school antics:
My last two collections were hard…..harder than I ever let on…..because it’s not easy to work when you don’t feel well…..let alone feel inspired. I remember last spring being in a fabric warehouse, unable to make it up a flight of stairs…..my legs buckling…..I had to sit down right where I was. I was frustrated that my body was failing me. I was embarrassed that I had to ask people for help. I wondered if the chemo drugs were killing off my creativity right along with everything else.
Today I spent all day in L.A. I walked up that same stairwell….in that same warehouse. I visited my favorite peeps to see what new things they had. I crawled on concrete floors to find the best stuff. I fought over prices. I ate my favorite vegetable chow mein at Paul’s Kitchen. I carried around my little inspiration book full of things I love and wandered for hours:
I went in for a CT scan today. Nothing really interesting about that. I didn’t wait around to talk to the radiologist. No news is good news, right?
As I sat there drinking my huge cups of “contrast” before going in, the door swung open, and an elderly man walked out with the nurse. He looked so tired and frail and I thought for sure someone would have accompanied him. He made it over a few seats over from me….and sat there for a while. He tried to make a phone call with a Jitterbug-looking phone….you’ve seen the commercials. He slumped down for a bit to rest and then he got up…..and slowly walked over to the receptionist desk to ask if there was a phone he could use and they pointed him around the corner. About 10 minutes later, it was my turn to go back for my scan. And I couldn’t go…..I had an overwhelming feeling that I needed to go and check on that old man.
Leaving the waiting area, I went down the hall, following where I’d last seen him, and as I turned the corner….there he was……struggling with the phone on the wall:
Excuse me….sir? Have you….made your phone call yet?
It took him a bit to turn around….so I moved around so he could see me and repeated my question. He held out the handset and said:
I can’t……seem to make……a phone call.
I told him that my phone wasn’t working either and it was probably the fact that we were in the basement. I asked if he was waiting for a ride home and he said yes but he needed to call someone to pick him up. I helped him to the elevator and explained that he would need to go to the first floor to get cell reception. He smiled, said thank you, and stepped into the elevator.
I went back to my chair and couldn’t hold back tears. I know the people sitting there thought I was upset about being there…..but seeing that old man struggle so much just to cross the long waiting room….and all he wanted to do was make a simple phone call…..and so many people just watching but no one really paying attention…..it was too much for me.
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When the scan was over….the nurse was taking out my IV and the technician came out of the adjacent room: Ashley….I have to ask…..is this your artwork?
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