Again… late night but cool in the studio. Thank God the weather broke. The heat up here can be slightly brutal. I always wondered why the galleries in SoHo went on holiday in August. Now I have lived it. My neighbor ( the painter) left for the summer and traded up for a hiatus in Brooklyn. At least she was hot but in NYC. (She has resumed her schedule here and I have resumed annoying her to no end with lots of noise and bad renditions of the “RENT” score and the Beatles).

There are so many things changing here at Chez Mama. Good changes, eventual life changes (my 35th birthday is in the beginning of October. I actually share a birthday with John Lennon… hence the Beatles I think), the cowboy has changed schools (multiple times), and a new schedule.

I am trying like hell to embrace it all, remember that my boy is really, really tired and anxious (hence the incessant whining), and that getting older is good. It is inevitable.

I tend to be of the mindset “Go Big or Go Home”…. It helps me take on life like this big bucking bronco that just wants to be ridden… wants to be tamed. Yeah, well.. I am over the tamed part right now. Buck away, buddy… I am hanging on.

So, that “go big or go home” thing….. Well….

Here is exhibit “A”:

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I made the appointment for the Red Door Spa at 11 am…sat in the chair at 2pm and was fully coiffed by 4pm. I left a VERY big tip… the stylist had her work cut out for her ( I let go of at least 6 inches). I really like her… she is very pierced and multi-hair colored and in her early 20’s. She likes me because I am not an entitled wealthy 40-something that asks her is she does her hair like that because of Brittany Spears. I think we have a mutual affection for each other.

Exhibit “B”:

I also *gulp* started running. (I hesitate to tell you because that makes me accountable…)… but I am running. 3 days a week trying to build endurance for a 5k in the spring. I am tired of feeling like that is something that I can never do. I don’t love running… there are some folks out there that *heart* running big time. I am not trying to fool myself that I will love or feed off of it. I am just so freaking tired of feeling like I can’t do that. I pant… I feel like I am dying… but I try like hell. That is the point.

Exhibit “C”:

Again with the accountability…. I joined Weight Watchers. That’s right… I said it to the couple hundred folks (I can’t believe that you all add up to a couple hundred! Thanks!) who read this meandering journey of fiber, parenting, and nonsensical commentary. I am in week 3 and doing well. I am not going to give a pound count.. I am down a little and my clothes fit much better. I have been eternally grateful to the folks that I have connected with in the Ravelry Slimdown2tog group. I know a few folks in person and have made more imaginary friends!

So… the times they are a’changin’ here in Baltimore. Change is scary… but hopefully the change will provide some great results for all involved.

And… because I could not resist a gratuitous cowboy picture…..

Here is my baby in his Taekwondo uniform. He actually broke a damn wooden board. Crazy….

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Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’.
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’.
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’.
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’.

Thanks Bob. And thanks to my dad who taught me about him….