Sexy Robins

For the last 2 days a male Robin has been sexing my dinning room window and the side of my car. He sees his reflection and the trees and cannot leave the windows alone. Grab a brain buddy, there are plenty of eligible lady Robins in the back and front yard and they may be a little more receptive. Ahhhh Spring.

On another springish note, my closet is done, yipee, and most of our room, we still need to hang the mirror and hang some pictures/art as well.

Sasha and I decorated the fireplace for spring and Easter. It is bit garish, even over the top, but we love it. Note the fancy daisies my mom bought me yesterday as a "Happy Spring Day" gift. So fun and fresh. Thanks Mama.

Getting the house prepped for a festive Easter. It all starts tomorrow with baking sugar cookies, dying eggs, birdwatching hikes, My sister and her family coming to visit, lamb dinner, dinner at mom&dads, Saturday morning Easter Egg Hunt at Victoria park (9:30- 11:00 a.m.)oh I am so eggcited!

Have a lovely time welcoming the Spring,

Marcia

The Spring Purge/Organize Marathon That Never Ends

The following images may offend some viewers, viewer discretion is advised. It is of a few snapshots of the contents of mine and Dalton's pee-u-nee! closet. The contents actually filled (and by filled I mean currently still fills)our room. Because when you give a mom an idea to organize the closets she's gonna want to clear it out, and once a mom clears it out she's gonna want to freshen' the walls and give it a new paint job, and when the mom sees how nice the new paint job is, she's gonna want to add shelving and more rods...you see how this could keep going. So I am working on my piles to "give", "consign", "garbage". The pile of man clothes are a Dalton's work clothes that he no longer wears, awesome, take up more space will ya! They are getting binned and banished to the cold cellar, muuuuwahaaaa! Take that crisp coveralls and dickies t-shirts. So as I was painting this afternoon in the closet, Sasha came in and asked if she could help paint, I was like "No honey this painting is for grown-ups yada yada yada" and she was like, shoulders slumped over "awww mama I really want to paint with you", me - heartstrings officially tugged, "why don't you go get your paints and bring them in the room and you can work on a painting while I paint." Sass - no words gone like a flash back with her paints and said "where do I start" with a gob of paint already on her brush. So I thought; well this is a closet, and 'Canadian House&Home' are not coming to photo shoot my closet, so I said "How about over here?". This little chick could not have been happier, or more proud of her contribution to the closet make-over.









This picture was taken 2 weeks ago, down by Tiny Tot Park. How gorgeous is this lake. I live here. This is my personal meditation room. and.......
BREATH...

Now I must sign off and head into the room of clothes,shoes and handbags,
Night, night,
Marcia

Passion: 300 Words or Less

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I’ve lived a life of searching for passions but knowing my truths, and now the two have collided because now I could not have one without the other. I once filled out a Dr.Seuss book and one of the questions was “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I filled it out at age 7 and my answer was “A Mother”. I filled it out again at age 11 and scratched that answer out and put “A Millionaire Mother”. So far so good on becoming a Mother. I am passionate about my husband, we don’t even have to work hard at our marriage, it just is, the ebbs and flows of our relationship makes married life exciting. Because of my husband and kids I have explored being an entrepreneur and have owned 2 business’. My true passion is finding what works for my family as a whole. My business’ while an adventure was not my truth. I am now a good old fashion housewife. Except for I don’t spend my days cleaning the house and mending socks and making sure my husband has a martini and a newspaper when he gets home. I am the housewife, who plays with my kids, has just as much paint in my nails as they do, I’m the housewife down at the beach collecting rocks and driftwood, I’m the housewife biking with the kids Saturday morning to collect our local fruits and veggies, goat cheese and meat for the week. My passion is now in my day to day living, I’m learning how to slow parent and be there, I mean really, really there. And when the kids are asleep and all is quiet I’ll sit on my front porch with my husband and cheers with a martini. A life shaken not stirred.

A Clever and Lovely way to live
Marcia