Passion Baby

My baby girl is passionate, well...about a lot of things but, this morning she is passionate about wind. She often likes wind and it doesn't really matter where from. Natural wind, fans, mommy and daddy blowing in her face....it's all fun to her.

This morning, early this morning, TweeterPea decided she was done sleeping. It was about 2am early, so mean old Mommy and Daddy made her go back to sleep. Well, actually just Mommy since Daddy never woke up. So she tried again at 3-something. No dice. Mommy just changed her diaper, fed her and put her back to sleep again. Okay, how about 4:30? By this time Mommy was over it and beat Daddy till he woke up then gave TweeterPea to him while she took an early shower. So sleepy/mean Daddy gave her gas medicine and put her back to sleep. No wait, Daddy made Mommy give her the medicine and then Daddy took over.

When Mommy got out of the shower, Daddy had just managed to get TweeterPea quiet so Mommy laid back down with them to reclaim the 20 minutes of sleep she deserved. Of course by the second time the alarm went off Mommy was firmly wedged in dreamland and debated going to work a couple hours late. However, she hauled her groggy butt out of bed and got ready as quietly as possible since TweeterPea was still sleeping.

But that only lasted another half-hour because TweeterPea just didn't feel like staying asleep. So Mommy took her out to the living room to play in her excersaucer while Mommy had breakfast and indulged her blog addiction. But TweeterPea still wanted something more... So Mommy blew in her face, several times. Each and every time TweeterPea gasped and grinned. She does like her some wind; even morning-breath scented wind evidently.

Aloha Friday

Aloha Readers!

I have decided to start a new blog tradition. In the tradition of Love Thursday and the spirit of the islands, I now present for your reading delight...Aloha Friday!

And since we actually want this new tradition to have more of a theme than a common title or label...PASSION. Why? Because Aloha Friday is all about escaping the drudgery of the work week and doing the things you really want to.
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Earlier today I had lunch with one of my co-workers. Among the many things we talked about she asked me what I wanted to do next. Not in the, "so what's your next job going to be?" but the "what do you really want to do with your life?" kind of way.

"You know, the old 'what would you do if you had a million dollars' question."

I smiled and immediately said, "stained glass."
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My first experience with stained glass was with a lady who owned a little shop in a nearby 'tourist trap' town. She mostly did scrap-glass pieces. It was there in her little shop that I made my first two scrap-glass wall hangings with her. My first was an abstract piece that consisted of blue and clear glass of various patterns, textures and shapes. It was a fairly small piece, only about 12x15 inches, but I was hooked.

It was magic. Simple, crazy magic. The bright sunshine poured in through the large window, illuminating the countless stained glass pieces and scattering brightly colored splotches on the floor. There I stood, a silly young teenager with sun bleached hair and blue glass sunglasses, tossing oddly shaped glass together. I wore an over sized, coarse blue button-down shirt over my clothes to protect them from the dirty water in the grinder.

I can't remember the lady's name or even what she looked like, but I remember the smell. The smell was warm sunshine and sweet incense with a dash of coffee and a pinch of mechanic's workshop thrown in. It was the smell of the soul's creativity unleashed. The smell of passion discovered.