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kindred spirits.

I love when I find them. It is like walking up to a stranger and saying, “Hello, and where have you been my entire life?”

I love the non-pressure that these kind of friends make. Low pressure. No need to stay in constant contact. Seeing each other again is just like picking up from where you left off. Even with changes and distance. Things just stay comfortably comfortable.

I know several of you are my kindred spirits. I think you know who you are as well.

Can I tell you how magical my trip was?

I didn’t get to do everything I wanted, but my goodness. I did so much that I love and have a warm little spot in my heart for. There was so much that made me tear up and instantly fall in love with New York.

There were two little girls on the subway one night who were playing “I spy.” They spied letters and reminded me of my little boy who loves the letter “H” which they spied at one point. I wanted to sit down with them and kiss them and tell them how darling they were.

I met up with my friend, Luke, who I have not seen in about 8 years. Yes, that Luke, the one I worked with at JCPenney at my first job right after my freshman year of college.

I saw the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. The statue was a present from the French, did you know? The base cost $100,000 dollars at the time and Mr. Pulitzer from the newpaper wrote and article to get people to donate money for the base. He put everyone who donated name in the paper. School children sent in 5 and 10 cents.

Really, though, the thing that made the trip was seeing Mary Poppins on Broadway. It was pure magic and transformed me to a kid again. I get chills listening to it now.

Anything can happen if you let it…

View from my hotel room window.

I have to bribe Gentry to talk to me. I tell him I saw a rat in the street and that I rode on a plane, boat and train. I tell him I saw a fireman and that I am surrounded by water.

I have so much to talk about and I will. Later, when I get home.

Guess where I am this week?

:: a little boy who is so good and watches Superman while I work ::

:: Christoper Reeve as Superman ::

:: my new camera :: people contacting me for photo work, out of the blue :: I can never explain how happy that makes me ::

:: Santana :: and this one :: and Maria Maria ::

:: comfy pants :: aka: stretchy pants :: isn’t clothing constricting ::

:: new glasses ::

:: little bitty sprouts in my garden and planters ::

:: yummy food ::

:: a warm home ::

:: a couple of cute guys to cuddle with ::

In junior high, when I played the flute, we used the play these songs. Variation on a theme. So you would get the jazz, country western, classical and whatever else versions of really basic songs. Like Jingle Bells. Hot Cross Buns. Black Magic Woman. Not really, but isn’t that song super sexy?

If you were to stop by my house about dinner time you could peer in the window and see us all doing a sexy dance to the song. Yeah. We teach real values at this house.

You turn this up real loud and try not to get out your pole and start dancing.

jj recently got this cape and the masks for a photoshoot for his company. Since no one needed it after the shoot, he brought it home for Gentry. He has pretty much ignored everything except the cape for months. The other day he suddenly realized that he has a book that will transform him into a superhero. He LOVES it. I love it too. I love watching him run faster than he does as a normal boy.

We have gone for a walk around the lake and too the community garden dressed like this. Everyone really gets a kick out of seeing a superhero around. I really wish he would stay like this forever.

JJ said he went in tonight to say good night to him and he was talking to his Superman doll and teaching him to walk upside down on his tent bed. When we leave the house or get out of the car, and I won’t let him bring everything with him, he talks to his toys. He tells Spiderman, Buzz, and Superman that he will be right back and then he takes Batman with him.

I love this age. I love having a little friend who hold my hand and yells at me all day.

jj’s brother Alex and his wife Miceala had a new baby on Friday. Will Robinson. He is my first and favorite nephew.

Will is on the left. Gentry on the right. They look so similar. Cute little cousins.

We seem unable to keep Gentry healthy. He is not feeling well, again. So jj and I are taking turns hanging out with him today. We are currently watching, what I assume is the last cartoon on network tv. All claymation and spanish speaking, “Capeetan!” That would be spanish in english phonetics.

JJ’s boss, is a quick talking whitty genius. When I meet with him I have to write down all the words I don’t know and then go look them up later. I can show you the lists. This only becomes difficult because I am writing the words down in Makayla phonetics since I don’t know many large words and then I have to try to figure out what he said from the weird thing I spelled. I am predicting that Gentry and I are on the same reading level. Pre-kindergarten.

I have been teaching Gentry to read, so that I can get his kindergarten teacher to hate me. Is it just me or does it seem that I have heard horror stories of teachers being pissed about kids who can read? Anyway, the point of this is that we have been sounding out the letters. And are you aware C and K make the same sounds, unless they don’t or if preceded by ie. Also C and S. I mean for real. I don’t even know how to explain this to the kid. Hopefully as we progress through the book this will be explained. IE. When God created reading and dinosaurs he really wanted to trip us up, hence euoplocephalus. Which being pronounced is yu-OP-lo-SEF-ah-lus. Obviously.

I am feeling a little like this after a long day of work in they yard. And some teeth bleaching, that is definitely hard work.