Feel the Music - Readers be warned: The content below may BLOW YOUR MIND!

Okay, I'm a strict believer of music motivating, healing, soothing, inspiring the mind, body and soul. Heck, I'm a Music Therapist.
What does "feel the music" mean to you?


I saw an ad for the following in an Oprah magazine while chatting it up with some ladies in my Phoenix group. Awkward? Yes.

OhMiBod = Oh My Goodness - is this really necessary? Especially the video???

What really kinda disgusts me (amongst the spelling of accessories) is that OhMiBod's abbreviation is OMB - which to me means my always awesome One Minute Bible bible study.

One Minute Bible - The first socially acceptable vibrator.

I think not.

My favorite tiny things

Niall at 6 months. I love his bright blue eyes and his already receding hairline (he inherited from Brian) He is doing extremely well and down to only 1 breathing treatment a day.

Meet Watson and Ginny - 5 weeks old

It appears that Watson, too, has blue eyes. They match his chewy bone

Ginny's first steps at her new home

The bat came back...

Saturday night I retreated from the attic, ready for bed, to find Ben standing in the stairwell moving his head as if watching a tennis match.

"What are you doing" - I ask?

"There's a ba - WATCH OUT! - bat in Erik's room." Ben replies.

"Ewww, really? I wanna see!" - I exclaim, excitedly! But then I realize, I'm only excited to see a bat up close, but not necessarily living in our house.

I knock on Rich's door to inform him of our new house guest. He proceeds out, in his undies, to take a gander. Rich and I stand in the hallway watching the bat fly around Erik's room, ducking every so often as the bat changes course towards our faces. Ben is in the bathroom removing the window for easy escaping.

Finally, Rich leads the bat into the bathroom and we shut the door. In the morning, no more bat.


Last night, I was startled awake to a scratching. I think to myself, "Ohh the mice are back... " and drift back to off to sleep.

A few moments later I wake up again to feel a breeze not coming from the window fan and hear a "ting" of wing against metal (the lamp above my head).

ACK!!!! The bat came back! And it's in MY room!!!

Frozen in my bed, I pull the blankets up over my head. After my heart settles down, I turn on the light so that I may pin point the location of the creeper.

Stupid.

Bats fly - it's EVERYWHERE! It does a couple laps around the room, then lands on my window treatment. I get a good look at the bugger and shimmy down even more into bed. He takes off again and I position myself under the blankets, but still able to see him in the mirror, flying around my bedroom.

Think. Think. I don't want to get out of bed. Think. What if he has rabies? Think. What if he poops on me? Think. Think.

I feel comforted by seeing him fly around through the mirror. It's when he lands out of sight that I get more freaked out. After a few more laps I decide to make a move the next time he lands.

Finally, the sound of flapping wings stops. I slowly gather my comforter up off my bed, still keeping it above my head. I tip toe out of bed - keeping my arms up and protecting - whole body completely draped in my comforter. I find the location of the bat - on my quilt hanging. I move to the door, open it and back away.

The bat takes flight, making several more laps before landing again. Damn! Get out get out get out!!! This time he's on my dresser, scurrying about blindly. Stupid animal. I hope you get a good meal with all those daddy longlegs up there.

Another flight and out he goes. Woo! I shut the door, shake my nerves and hop into bed. I'll let Rich and Erik handle the bat now.

I take one last look around the room and turned out the light.


So... we have bat problems. Anyone wanna stop by around sunset time and keep a watch for bats flying about?

Bike haiku

I bike home from work
No worries of speed limits
I love my blue bike

From here and to there
A lowered car insurance
More cash and fresh air

Feist Counts to 4

Sometimes I wish I were still a wee little one so I that could stay home and watch cool television programs with awesome musicians.

T-Shirt Bag: Demonstrated

This is what you'll need:

1 t-shirt
1 pair of scissors
1 saftey pin

Step 1: Lay shirt on flat surface and cut a straight line just below the armpits.



Step 2: Measure two-fingers-width at the top of the cut t-shirt. Cut that width all the way across your t-shirt. This will become your thread - Set aside.



Step 3: Turn your t-shirt upside down, so that the edge you just cut is facing you. Cut "piano keys" all along the bottom, creating fringe.

Once cut, tie the matching front and back "keys" together and double knot.

Step 4: Cut a diagonal line (or triangle) in the hem of your t-shirt on both sides


Cut your thread to make one long piece. Attach your safety pin to one end of the thread.

Work the safety pin through the entire hem of your shirt.

Tie the two ends into a knot.

The finished product:

Or if you don't fancy the fringe, turn it inside out for a hobo effect:

Every year is a little better

I had such a wonderful 27th birthday - well I guess it could be a birthweek because that's how long it was celebrated.

It all started with an awesome trip "home" to have some quality girl time including Lori's bridal shower and shopping for Er's bridesmaid dresses:

Then on my way home, Ben called to say I was getting an early birthday present. I was thinking it was a puppy. But no, I got a freakin' grill!!!
It was a bit chilly :-) Ohh, and I now wear glasses 75% of the time.


On my actual day of birth I received flowers from Er and Jon:

The wine and herb tour over the weekend was a blast. I highly recommend visiting me in Ithaca so I can take you on a tour :-) It was a special treat to spend time with our out-of-town visitors!

Cheers!