DO YOU LIKE MY SHOES?

Anyone whose met Sophia in the last six months (since she's really started to talk) has been introduced to her shoes, and her love of shoes.  Seriously, after a polite and enamoured stranger asks her name, and her age, they get grilled on her shoes. 

This has been a very sweet little charade, but I didn't know how serious it was until Sophia crawled into bed with me around 3am, WITH her shoes ON!  Is there a twelve step program for toddlers?

Thursday the Thirteenth?

Of course a normal day would be unlucky for me.  One more way I'm off beat.  This Thursday, I was excited because the sun was shinning! (A rare occurence these days)  

Sophia & I set out early for G-G's (Sophia's Great Grandmother) they have a lovely indoor pool at their resort/retirement community.    

Four generations of women spent an hour floating, flailing and giggling.  It was wonderful on so many levels.   Sophia has a life-jacket like floaty that gives her the independence she craves. She actually floats around doing laps!  

After such a beautiful morning, I didn't fuss too much when I swallowed a mouth-full of SCALDING coffee! I'd filled up the to-go mug that seems permentently attached to my hand, and somehow got twice as much in my mouth and it was six times as hotter than I expected!

No big deal, I thought. Walk it off, you didn't need those taste buds anyway.  My tongue actually feels like it's peeling today.  But that was soon the least of my worries. 

Getting out of my mom's car in front of our house, I unloaded our basket of towels and wet clothes onto the grass next to the curb and staying bent over, turned around to get my purse. 

Next thing I knew my teeth clacked together as a blinding pain came from my skull.  My mother sucked in her breath!  I guess my head connecting with the small corner of the door had rocked the whole car!    I could hardly see it hurt so bad and the sound my mom made when she looked at the knot appearing on my head didn't make me feel any better.  

As if that wasn't bad enough, she went into mom mode, right in front of my husband.  Nate came out to greet us and winced as he peaked at my head, my mom ran into the house for a frozen bag of vegtables, (mom cure for an ice pack)  and wrapped it in a dish towel.  All of this was very nice and I appreciated it.  Then she put it on my head and tried to tie the ends of the towel so that it would sit on my head like a bandana!  "Ohkay mom!" I griped! "I have hands!"  

Today I'm thankful for her insistence, I only have a large bump on my forehead, and not a giant purple bruise.  Now I can laugh about it. My mother would have kept going (nothing stops her) so having her hands free might have been important.  But after she left, my head began to feel like a gong, and I decided to have a seat.  Even trying to leave a message for a friend I kept getting the information wrong.  Nate kept correcting me--guess I hit my head harder than I thought!

After all that I wondered about leaving the house! I was supposed to take Sophia & her friend to the park to enjoy one of our last 50 degree days.   I don't know if I would have trusted two unsuspecting girls with me either so Nate came along just in case. He only checked his Blackberry half a dozen times! But what a great place to work eh?

Hmmm. . .I Just Thought It Was Me!

"Creative people's openness and sensitivity often exposes them to suffering and pain, yet also to a great deal of enjoyment. Most would agree with Rabinow's words: "Inventors have a low threshold of pain. Things bother them." A badly designed machine causes pain to an inventive engineer, just as the creative writer is hurt when reading bad prose."

From Creativity: The Work and Lives of 91 Eminent People, by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, published by HarperCollins, 1996 Psychology Today, Jul/Aug 96Last Reviewed 14 Oct 2008Article ID: 109

Growing up I had the hardest time finishing books.  I'd get half way though and give up.  I thought there was something wrong with me?  Except, I could easily finish a book if I loved the style of the writing.  In fact, if it was written beautifully I could read a manual for astrophysics or heart surgery.  Finally, it hit me, there isn't anything wrong with me--I'm just picky about the caliber of the written word.  Personally, I'm not a very good musician, but I do love music.  For me, the computer keyboard becomes my piano and the paper my score.  A piece of prose should sound as good to the ear as it does to the soul.

A day in the life of the Ndjerareou Corp. . .

Early morning wake-up call from Sophia--instead of a snooze button we turn on PBS and let her and Curious George brainstorm. In an attempt at equal opportunity Nate & I take coffee-duty VERY seriously.   

At our breakfast "board meeting" Sophia reported that she and daddy were working very hard drawing sirens in case of tomatoes!  Well it's the first Wednesday of the month so we have TORNADO sirens (I love it--when I was her age I thought giant tomatoes rolled through the streets!)   Side note: we decided that our artistic director was a bit of a diva, making sure everyone used the colors she'd chosen.  Talk about micromanaging! 

Then we reviewed our letters, we need improvement on G, V, E, and I but we have great results with M, S,D and many others.  Finally we adjourned so that Sophia & mommy could attend corporate training: today we learned Chinese. Nie-How!

Today at lunch Nate realized he hadn't left the house in FOUR days and needed a change of scenery--so we had a lunch meeting at Subway where we gained some important information:

Sophia does not like green peppers or raisins or chocolate milk.  This was duly noted by the team.  We do like "gaspeti, bulash, pickles, hangaburs, water and chips. Oh and carrots (fhew a vegetable made the list.)  

Our CEO (daddy) helped us establish our corporate goals:

Improving our communication and teamwork(aka. not bossing people around.) 

Work-life balance (making time to go to the potty during important play time.)

Finally, last quarters growth helped determine that income spent on Pull-Ups, in future would be allocated for corporate rewards.  Ideas for rewards included a slide for the basement (again improving work life balance) or team building lunch's to Chuckie Cheese!  

This afternoon I'm working on our public relations, Nate's working on client relations and Sassy's working on growing our. . . well just growing.  She's taking a nap, something that I think many corporations could benefit from!

Wonder of Wonders!

We filled up our gas tank for a little more than $30 bucks! 

 And it didn't take a fairy godmother!    

$1.99  Can you b'leave that?

The Latest Adventures of Nate & SK

A.K.A. Why I haven't been blogging .  .  .

August: Nate took a new job with TOA Tech--we've been very blessed by this opportunity for Nate and a new phase of life for our family.  We knew going into it that it would require travel, and so we were thankful to stay in Cedar Rapids, near our support system.

August-September & part of October-- Nate traveled to TOA-US based headquarters every Monday and came home every Thursday night.  This was an intense transition-but a great way to get to know the inner-workings of his new company.   The first month was filled with excitement but by the sixth week Sophia turned 2 and 1/2 and suddenly I had a little teenager living with me!  All opinion and limit testing! She has a mind of her own!  

After all that Nate, had earned enough frequent flyer miles and I 'd "earned" some non-mommy time.  I was able to join Nate on his first trip out to L.A. and meet some of the incredible people he works with.  I used the time to sequestered myself in the Westin for three days to complete a couple of writing projects. 

We also celebrated Nate's 30 birthday in Cali by driving down to La Jolla (one of my favorite places in the world)! We got to see two great sunsets on the beach and the occasional curious seal.  For his birthday we went Sea Kayaking in Jolla Cove & sea caves.  It was an amazing experience!  Nate & I went sea kayaking in the Atlantic on our honeymoon.  What a wonderful way to spend a day!  

September--I became editor-in-chief of 'The Villa Voice' our neighborhood newsletter.  This has been an interesting venture since I'm actually the secretary of our homeowners association. It's become a great way to get to know your neighbors and makes me feel really good about any problems that arise while Nate's traveling.

Two words. . . .Potty Training. . . over and over and over again!

In August my Grandparents moved to Iowa and its been incredible to see how much delight Sophia can bring to their lives.  We've had all sorts of adventures already:  Pumpkin Farm, Tea Parties, Swimming, Trick or Treat, Farmers Market trips and many more.   They have such a fearless spirit! I've never lived close to my grandparents so the first time they offered to play with Sophia at the mall while I got a hair cut I almost cried!  What a blessing it is to have them close, especially on days when I'm mom & dad. 

Also on the family front--Nate's older brother Rueben's was around this summer back from Chad--so great to spend time with him.  Joseph Ndjerareou successfully completed Army Boot Camp at Fort Leonard Wood in Missouri.  He had us rolling on the floor in laughter with his Drill Sergeant impersonations!  Joseph will be completing his AIT training this December and returning from Arizona.  We're very proud of him.

The Ndjerareou family gathered for the weddings of Teri Marr and Jeff Radichel two very dear friends of the family.  Rueben returned to Chad, but not before he moved Nate's parents to Dallas.  We'll miss having them close but we're so glad Mama won't have to suffer through another Iowa winter.

At the moment daddy's home for the SECOND week in a row!  WOW!  And we're enjoying 75 degree weather in NOVEMBER! Too nice to stay in doors--this won't last long!   Thanks for your patience!  More soon--I promise!

Costume idea for Nate!

Happy 30th Birthday Nate! My beloved traveler.

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, 
Healthy, free, the world before me, 
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. 

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, 
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, 
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, 
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient, 
I do not want the constellations any nearer, 
I know they are very well where they are, 
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, 
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go, 
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, 
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe that much unseen is also here.

~Walt Whitman Song of the Open Road

California Rescue Me. . .Please Excuse My Absence

My latest writing retreat was intense forced seclusion. But don't take my my word for it:

There's nothing to writing.  All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.

  ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.  ~Ray Bradbury

Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.  ~E.L. Doctorow

A word is not the same with one writer as with another.  One tears it from his guts.  The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.  ~Charles Peguy

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

 ~Sylvia Plath

If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it.  ~Toni Morrison

Writing became such a process of discovery that I couldn't wait to get to work in the morning:  I wanted to know what I was going to say.  ~Sharon O'Brien

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.  ~Mark Twain

I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter.  ~James Michener

The time to begin writing an article is when you have finished it to your satisfaction.  By that time you begin to clearly and logically perceive what it is you really want to say.  ~Mark Twain

The wastebasket is a writer's best friend.  ~Isaac Bashevis Singer

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  ~William Wordsworth

The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.  ~Vladimir Nabakov

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.  ~Anton Chekhov

Easy reading is damn hard writing.  ~Nathaniel Hawthorn

NOTES FROM THE ROAD

A sign in front of a autobody repair shop:

WE MEET BY ACCIDENT 

At a Rossetta Stone kiosk in the Detroit airport

LEARN IRISH. . .(Not Gaelic or Celtic but Irish--someone help me I'm still confused)

At a jewelry store in town:

NOT LIFE INSURANCE.  .   . WIFE INSURANCE!

On my coffee cup:

"I used to think that going to the jungle made my life an adventure. However, after years of unusual work in exotic places, I realize that it is not how far off I go or how deep into the forest I walk that gives my life meaning. I see that living life fully is what makes life--anyone's life, no matter where they do or do not go--an adventure."

Maria Fadima--Geographer, ethnobotanist and National Geographic Emerging Explorer. 

While I was Facebooking!

Blogger added a new feature.  Follower?  Here I was trying to learn Facebook etiquette (like have I been turned down? Does anyone judge you by your friends like high school?) My little bro Dana is the expert, after all he has like 600 friends.

Now I'm trying to play catch-up in Bloggerworld.  Not sure about Follower yet, thrilled to see one brave soul who would claim me!  No that's not an attempt at false modesty it's an interesting take on my generation. . . Don't believe me ask my cousin, I did. It interested me since so much of how we classify a generation, at the moment, is based on how we use technology. I was curious if getting a lot of comments is a sign of a good blog?   I hope he doesn't mind my sharing a part of his response:

You, Sarah, are what we affectionately call in marketing a "bridger". You are young enough to blog and to use an iPhone, but old enough to remember when the internet first came to fruition in the 90's (and, ahem, also when call waiting used to a big time "upgrade" at home.)  

Kids who are 18 with myspace/facebook get a hundred responses a day from their friends who in kind expect that interaction in return.  My bet is that your friends and family don't interact the same way as teenagers do, so I wouldn't expect that same immediate interactive response back from them.

So does that make us old?  Or does that mean we can stay young forever just by hyper-using all the technology our kid-brother's and sisters do?  You decide.