Show Details!

May 30 - Turner Hall - My band will be playing. All original songs. This show is for the more college age/teen crowd.

June 6 - Coffee On Broadway, 8:30pm Open to all ages, soft acoustic sound. All originals.


Wish me luck!!!

My days are filled with wonder.

I've been observant lately. Taking lots of random pictures and imagining more than whats there. I try to recreate it on Adobe. But Imagination cannot be beat.

New writing

Just some play-on-word lyrics I wrote the last time I went to open mic night at Coffee on Broadway:

Change: Esther Moore

I’ve been thinking lately ‘bout all the time I’ve lost
I know that there’s a price to pay but I forget the cost
The daily let down of time gone by haunts me in my sleep.
I dread the expense of what I want, because I know it isn’t cheap

And I’ve got a pocket full of change
But I don’t know how to use it
Because it doesn’t make a dollar
And it won’t run a machine
I’m waiting for a different view
Things aren’t always what they seem
And I need change
This seems strange
Something more than laughter
I can’t quite tell what I’m after
But I know it isn’t quite the things in view
I need something more from you

I’ve been all around the town and I know there ain’t nothing out there
Gimme’ something to believe in, I need a bigger reason to care
The daily let down of the time gone by, well it haunts me in my sleep
I dread the expense of the things I want because I know it isn’t cheap

I’ve got a bag that jingles loudly when I walk
And I’ve got jars at home filled clear up to the top
But they wont help me put my life into perspective
I’m gonna need something that’s quite a lot more affective

I’ve got a heart that’s full of wishes, and baby it may be a crime
But if you want to be with me, then you just gotta take the time
To figure out what it is that I need from you
And take the time to try something new

And I’ve got a pocket full of change
But I don’t know how to use it
Because it doesn’t make a dollar
And it won’t run a machine
I’m waiting for a different view
Things aren’t always what they seem
And I need change
This seems strange
Something more than laughter
I can’t quite tell what I’m after
But I know it isn’t quite the things in view
I need something more from you

Need for change

1 - I've been collecting change for Bailee. She (and I) heard about Naomi's favorite game of putting change into a piggy bank and thought we'd try it. She LOVES it. I've decided that I will donate ALL of my spare change (which is an awful lot - Around $5 a week, which adds up) to her piggy bank. I let her put it in one coin at a time, although sometimes she gets greedy and just likes to hold it. Every time the piggy bank fills up, I will take it to the bank (with Bailee in tow, of course) and we will count the change in the coin sorter and add it to an account for her. Even just a few dollars a week in spare change could add up to lots in the future! I figure, she should learn to save what she can, so why not start REALLY early? :) She loves it so far, I'm hoping her attitude doesn't change. (And THANK YOU A TON to Sarah who donated a whole Tupperware full of spare change to add to Bailee's Funds...She's still working on getting it all in the piggy bank. )

I plan to put pictures up soon of Bailee's new game. Hopefully within the next day or so. I have a video that I took of her yesterday playing my piano, and dancing when the songs get faster. I hope she takes dance :)

2 - I've also "changed" in the musical sense, lately. I've been REALLY into classical music the past few days. In my music literature class, we are doing reports over a genre of music that we really enjoy, and I chose a cappella music. I was looking on youtube for a "visual music example" (required as part of our ten-minute in class presentation) and along with "Thriller" Video by Vocalpoint that I found, I came across a guy who beatboxes and plays flute at the same time. And NOT ONLY that, but he's REALLY GOOD. He also has a cd out with his "group" which consists of a Double Bass (or string bass), a Cello, and his flute/drum set. It's really cool to listen to, and even cooler to watch. My favorite so far:



I am also posting this to remind some of you, and let others of you know, that I will be performing my ORIGINAL songs at Coffee on Broadway on Friday June 6th, at around 8:30pm if any of you would like to support me :) AND - I have finally finished the t-shirt design I've been working on for AGES - I'll post an image of the LOGO, and if you want one ($20.00 each) just tell me your size and I'll get it to you by June 6th if not sooner. Thanks!

Another cool video If you've heard the original to this song, you know how impressive this is. Especially towards the end when one of the guys hits a note that sounds high for me!):



And a song discovery:
"Knee Play 1" - From Einstein On The Beach, composed by Phillip Glass.
-Learned about this one in Music Literature (an example of minimalistic music) and let me tell you, despite being CREEPY, it's a pretty cool piece. If you have the chance, look it up sometime. Or ask me to play it for you if you're ever around the house.

Just a few things..

These are a few things I've written for the Open Learning English Class that I am enrolled in at JWCC. I got REALLY good grades and remarks on them, so I thought I'd share my talent. Enjoy!

[This one, the teacher thought was funny. Said I should consider comedy as a hobby. I told her I'm naturally comedic, and MUSIC was my hobby. She laughed even harder...]

ENG 101 WELLER OLC
Esther Moore
Process Paper

How to Procrastinate Writing a Process Essay

Whether you are listening to music, watching television, sleeping, or going to karaoke night, you are still procrastinating. When asked to write a process essay, your first thought is “I don’t know anything well enough to describe it to someone”. After some careful thought and consideration, you realize that you know about way too many things to choose one and describe it. You think and think, brainstorming over and over about what you could possibly have to say that would sound important when written on paper. You want the paper you are printing on to be worth its while, and you pinpoint the one thing that you know everything about: procrastinating.
You could start writing the paper as soon as you think of the topic, but that would make you responsible. Instead, you log on the computer, open Microsoft word to make it look like you are writing a paper, and then open the internet. While the page is loading, you try to think of a thesis statement. And into your head comes...nothing. So you lean back and relax in your chair, and smile when you see the homepage on your web browser. You decide to waste some time.
After a while of surfing the internet, you get bored and decide to do some homework from your other classes. Taking out a notebook and pen, you brainstorm once more on what you could be telling someone about in a process essay. Still, nothing comes to mind and you turn once more to the internet for help. You go to www.Google.com and type in “processes” and hit the search button. Millions of things pop up! Engineering, computers, music writing, household projects, and cooking are just a few of the pages you are linked to. You realize that this idea did not help at all. Maybe a good meal would help you to focus?
After cooking, eating, and cleaning up some of your favorite food, you sit down and think “I am forgetting something.” Not able to think of what it is, you turn the television on for a bit. After channel flipping for about an hour, you realize that there is absolutely nothing on. You go to the fridge for desert and realize you are out of milk, so you get in your car and drive to the Grocery store with the radio blocking out all thoughts of education or academics. When you return home, you see your backpack on the floor and remember that you have a job to do. “I should probably work on that English paper,” you think. You stop for a moment, think about it, and decide to call a friend. Maybe they can give you some ideas on what to write about.
After a long phone conversation with your roommate about what your plans are for that night, you hang up and get to work. After thinking about it for a while, you realize that all you have done in the past three days is not written your English paper. You realize that it had to be thought carefully about, in order to truly put off the writing until the last possible moment. You also realize that in order to think that carefully about something, and act on it after careful thought and consideration, it must be a process. This realization has given you an idea, and you turn the idea into an essay. The process has been completed.

AND: Some questions for the day. I'll be posting new ones every so often, and you all should copy, paste, and post onto your own blogs. It will be fun, I promise!
PLEASE do this. I want to hear your answers!

Mine are below the questions.

What is...
• 1 - What is something you dislike about yourself?
• 2 - What is something you do well?
• 3 - What is your favourite room in your home and why?
• 4 - What is a good neighbour?
• 5 - What is the worst thing parents can do to their children?
• 6 - What is your favourite time of day?
• 7 - What is your idea of a dull evening?

1) My ability to use words negatively. It's something I try not to do, but if I'm ever angry...sometimes they hurt worse than I intend for them to.
2) Sing, write music, and write. My three favorite time-passers. In order.
3) My room. It has everything I need to stay occupied. Now all I need is a fridge....
4) Someone who you can get to know, but not be embarrassed or frightened by them. And they should never be nosey. Just considerate, and casual.
5) Not be parents.
6) Morning(ish), surprisingly. Between the hours of 8 and 11, I'm energized and ambitious. Especially lately.
7) Homework. Ugh.

Don't forget to post your own responses!!
Love, Esther

Don't Know What Prompted This...

RANDOM MUSINGS. Esther Moore

If home is where the heart is, then there are bars on my windows and locks on my doors.
If ignorance is bliss, than it’s no wonder I don’t want to know you anymore.
A dream is a whish your heart makes, and my heart loves wishful thinking.
I’ve set my sail, pulled up my anchor, so why am I still sinking?
They say live and let die, but who am I to say who is or isn’t?
I like to think myself free because no one would really know if I was or wasn’t.
Time heals all heartache is a cheating lie, because I’ve waited time and eternity.
I “turned things around” and sat patiently waiting, and you still haven’t come back to me.
If real Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, then you must see something different,
because you don’t seem to see my beauty and always internally accept it.
I may be rough but I’m no diamond, and our minds must not be great.
To think alike we would be alike, and that would be a mistake.
If today is called the present, then there’s no way in hell I’d give you mine
Because you don’t deserve an explanation, and second chances are hard to find.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, if only it were true with men.
I’d love to have one man who counted for two, and not have to break again.
A friend in need is a friend indeed, but what if you’re being used?
I can’t seem to come to a stopping point between “love”, and being abused.
If absence makes the heart grow fonder, than maybe you should leave.
And all that is well will end well, maybe if you just believe.
Appearances are deceptive, and you sure as hell fooled me.
I thought you cared enough to become the person I thought you would be.
But bad new travels fast, and when you heard my idea,
You turned and ran away. How dare I try to change you? You ask,
And I have no reason, or explanation, I only have my heart to lie
On the line for us, I’d do anything to make things how they were.
I only wish I could tell you this, instead of acting like I don’t care anymore.
Beauty is only skin-deep, and you always say I’m beautiful.
But what comes next? What’s on the inside of this deep black heartless hole?
I wish I had a choice in this, but beggars can not choose,
And I’m down on hands and knees by now, praying not to lose.
They say it’s better to be safe than sorry, and I’m living dangerously.
I’m still sorry about everything, and I hope you take me seriously,
Because I’m pouring out my heart to you, all in common phrases.
I don’t know how else to say all this, the words come out in stages.
Curiosity killed the cat, and I want to hear it loud and clear.
Why did you choose a different life, when you had me right here?
I know I instigated things, and said I was done trying.
But when has it ever been my word over someone else’s that you were buying?
Go Figure that the one time I expect you to know the truth,
Is the time you run and play your games, expecting me to wait for you.
I didn’t wait, and I don’t regret it, but I still want you sometimes.
Couldn’t we still be friends at heart, and live our separate lives?
“Divide and rule”, my advice to you – for you have great potential.
I’m proud of you and you success, despite our differential.
Do not wear out your welcome is what was pounded into my head,
So I guess I’m leaving now that all of these things have just been said.

I hate to love you after all this, but honestly, I should.
I would tell you to talk to me if you needed me, but I know that you would.
I would have written this and burned it, if I thought I could.
But it’s easier said than done, you know, to say Goodbye for good.

Some Recent Writing: A New Take on Poetry

A new take on “poetry”. Esther Moore
You ask me who I am, and I’m not sure what to tell you.
I know what’s inside of myself but not what you see, for I don’t much like the mirror.
I am strong and pertinent, the same as always, and I am not afraid of change.
I will take a stand; raise my voice, if it means I will get my point across.
And in this life that I pretend to live, no one is the boss.

I believe in what I fight for, and I fight for what I believe in.
Hate makes us weak, but I’ve done my fair share of growing stronger.
I love too hard, too fast, and probably too much, but it’s better than not at all.
I will do anything to state my opinion, because it feels so good to be heard.
You could tell me about yourself now, but I wouldn’t hear a word.

Never is the time to pretend you are someone else, love.
We have all been hurt by our dark pasts and revenge, my friend, is sweet.
I have a story or two to tell, If you will listen long enough to make it worth my while.
Don’t look at me like you are confused, because I know you understand.
Please, Baby, take my hand.

I’ll show you what I mean when I say “adventure”.
I’ll tell you what I want and you can make my wildest dreams come true.
And we’ll dance until forever, picturing a future in the stars.
Come a little closer to the point of no return.
Now put a hand on my heart, and feel the hatred burn.

I tell it how it is, no lies. I hate to say I’m wrong.
I’m willing to admit my faults, as long as it is my idea, not yours.
Whether or not I change them is entirely up to me. Always.
When you say you want me, do you mean in reality?
Because with your wink and a cheap drink, I can’t take you seriously.

If you ask me what my instincts are, I’ll look at you and laugh.
Instincts are for wild animals, and I am quite civil.
I don’t like being made fool of, and your slowly falling off my good-list.
Publicity does not change who I am, and neither can your mindless games.
If I wanted to know about you, dear, I would ask your name.

If I really thought you knew what I needed, I would run the other way.
I don’t want someone to rely on. I want someone to hold me, kiss me, Love me the way I deserve.
Sometimes it’s just too much to ask when all you want is something different.
I told you before that I am not afraid of change.
Is now the time to find it, through this cheesy word exchange?

I used to be someone else before I found myself inside.
I just needed to look deeper, close my eyes and take a risk on something.
I found the person I wanted to be, and I’m trying my hardest change.
I used to say that I was sorry but never really take the blame.
But now is the time to show the world that I am not the same.

I’m changing who I am today; proving what I’m made of.
I will try my best to be someone, and give a good impression.
My inner beauty will thank me for flaunting it; my outer will enjoy the peace.
I bet you didn’t know that I had all these things to say.
It’s too bad you can’t see inside yourself, and choose a different way.

some recent writing....i think

This is some of my fave. writing that I randomly decided to post. Enjoy.

Realistic Fantasy vs. Fantastic Reality

Moral meant more to you than I,
Yet why deny love for salvation?
Once, merely dreaming of no end was enough.
Now, falling in sweet desire for truth, I need more.
Something different, a definition to life.
You come along - and all of the sudden
I question my reality, and make it yours.
Not realizing the mistake I am making...
Overlooking what I would have found, had I just been patient.
Yet you draw me in to the point of addiction, almost.
All I can do is give love to you, at best.
Still wondering why... I feel somewhat trapped.
But what does it matter anyway, as long as I am loved in return.
Or maybe...even if I am not...


Esther Christina Moore
Copyright ©2006 Esther Christina Moore


Sweet Agony

I saw your smile, though you tried so hard to hide it.
I wondered if you were really happy, or just enjoying my pain.
The self-destructive graffiti written on my heart
had begun to etch itself into my brain, sending shooting pains
of your presence through my once-warm soul.
I cried out at the thought of being happy again,
and laughed in the face of redemption.

If only you could see me now, see how I am coping without you.
If only you could see the way I let out a small grin before falling to sleep at night,
because I know that I am safe, and you are miserable without me.

The whispered secrets that once tortured me and
tied me to a web of deceit have finally started eating away at themselves,
breaking off this ball and chain that I have carried for so long.
And oh, how nice it feels to think I’m free.
How wonderful it is to believe in myself once again,
Or at least believe in the thought of my success,
Whether it’s relevant or not.

Right now I imagine you stealing glances at what you see as a withered soul,
When really, she is just another person, on just another rainy day,
Hoping for a savior.

You could have been my hero, and instead you were my sickness.
The cancer that brought me down to underestimation and hate.
I once loved you, and I trusted your kindness to catch me,
If I had only dared or decided to fall.
And when I did, where were you?
I gave my all, only to gain your disrespect.
I gave my self and my everything, only to think
that you would be the death of me.
When really, you were the only one really dying.
Withering away beyond repair, beyond help, Beyond loving.

Withering away to only a wisp of a care-free man needing a helping hand,
to pull you from the tormenting waters.
They pressed themselves into your lungs, and surged through your mind,
telling you of my heartfelt feelings.

If only what they had said were true,
You would not have ended up so miserable.
And in time you might have realized,
That It was I, who was the hero, after all.

-----That one is brand-spankin new.



Searching

I looked in the mirror, only to see your face staring back at me.
The first thing I did was turn and run, never looking back,
Only wishing that the past would not repeat itself.
I’ve been searching for something for quite some time now.
I’m not sure what, but I feel I’ve found it.
It’s right here, just out of reach, just waiting to be grasped in desperation.
I’m looking for a sign to tell me things will change,
But I’ve been looking since I met you, and I haven’t found one yet.




Unknowingly Trapped

Longing for reassurance, I look for you,
Only to turn away at the last possible moment.
And run, farther, down the wrong path.
My feet hit the ground like thunder.
My breath freezes in mid-air,
Crashing down like that china plate you threw at me.
The clouds start to turn, twist, and change.
The wind screams and they mourn for me.
I turn down a different path, lit with sunshine,
And see you standing there, smiling.
But wait, is it you? Or someone else,
Needing to be noticed, seen, and loved.
Is it someone else—needing me?
I slow down to a walk, looking down at my feet as I move.
The leaves almost jump out of my way,
And the grass bends under my gaze.
I look up, and no one is there anymore.
Nothing is the same now.
The sky looks green, and its just dirt.
Just stillness, silence, isolation.
Everything turns black, and I feel like my eyes are sewn shut.
I try to move and realize that I can’t feel anything.
I try to walk, and I fall.
Deeper and deeper into this black hole.
Screaming for a hero, a saint,
To take from this hell.
Calling out for kindness,
To save me from myself





Allright thats enough for today. Comment please!!!

Hit me with your light

Ryan Cabrera
Hit Me With Your Light


Hit me with your light
I'm lost without your help
me find the right way out
I miss the way it was
Can anybody hear me
Crying out for love me like a newborn baby
I can only dream

Hit me with your light
Will you catch me if I fall
I would give my life
If it meant anything at all
Lord help me carry on
Will you be there when I'm gone

So come escape the night
I'm stuck inside this moment
It's all that keeps me goin'
Callin' out for truth
I battle with the times we fight to find eachother
Afraid we might discover who we really are

Hit me with your light
Will you catch me if I fall
I would give my life
If it meant anything at all
Lord help me carry on
Will you be there when I'm gone
I'm gone

Hit me with your light
Will you catch me if I fall
I would give my life, yea
If it meant anything at all
Lord help me carry on
Will you be there when I'm gone

One of my fave's right now... I thought the picture fit it well.

Bailee Mine - Nov 29. 2006

Really Rough Draft

The Latest
a REALLY Rough Draft of a song Im writing

I open my mouth to sing,
and you can see right through me.
I open my eyes to see,
And Im invisible
I look around me to take in my surroundings
And I disapear
And then the words begin...

I'm praying for change
And I'm praying for a chance
I wanna see the world go round.
I wanna watch it all go down.
I wish you were here,
and I wish you werent
But most of all,
I'm trying not to drown

Im praying for you,
And Im praying for me,
I wanna hear you say my name,
I wanna see you feel my shame
I wanna hear your reasons
for leaving me the short rope
I need to hear your voice
to give me just a little bit of hope.

Cuz I need a chance to show you
I need to get to know you
My feelings show but
You'll never know
How much I care

Cus Im praying for understanding
and Im praying for you to hand me
a clue
I wanna know your near me
I wanna know what you need
I wanna know you

My feelings show,
But you'll never know
How much I care

Bailee Sleeping

My Quirks

Quirky Things About Esther Pester *a.k.a. ♥Ster♥
♥ I sometimes write poetry and I dont know where the feelings came from that made me write it - it can get scary sometimes lol ♥ I love it when guys act nerdy - like when they get embarassed easily, or they know weird things that no one else knows ♥ I sing to myself when im mad ♥ I dance when Im alone... ♥ I love to run....and run....and run - it gives me time to think ♥ I play guitar - and write my own music ♥ I write song lyrics and poetry ♥ More than half of the stuff I write is hidden in places no one will ever find ♥ I sometimes wonder if Im kidding myself, or if I really am just...this weird lol ♥ I know how to tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue, and uwrap a starburst in my mouth without ripping the wrapper ♥ My goal in life is to always have faith...and my best friend's name is Faith...does that count? haha ♥ I actually LIKE school...and I LOVE doing homework. Yeah - Shoot me because I know you hate me for saying that but I DONT CARE ♥ I think its cute when old people kiss and hold hands, specially my parents, but they arent old ♥ I like talking about personal stuff with my friends, and believe it or not - my family ♥ I have amazing dreams that I wish i could paint or at least explain to someone...but i cant! ♥ I have faked sick to stay home and take a super long shower - good stress reliever ♥ I have more nicknames then freckles on my body...which is quite a few if you've never looked lol ♥ I fish for compliments sometimes...who doesnt? ♥ I have many talents, but one I like particularly is that I can read peoples emotions and help to solve problems or just cheer someone up lol ♥ I love colors...all of them. Im just an artist, what can i say? ♥ Music is my passion, and Anthony is my love...Which one comes first on my priority list? Well passion would...but I am going to have to say that I would give up music for Anthony, but I wouldnt give up Anthony for music...so theres your answer ♥ I have VERY early childhood memories ♥ I love to tell stories of my past...even if no one wants to hear them or has already heard them lol ♥ My older siblings used to tell me to run laps around the house outside (when I was being annoying) and I'd actually go do it. So Weird... ♥ I think the weirdest things are funny. Like the fact that I get Gym (physical Education) credit at this new school, just for breastfeeding...hah♥ People say Im like my mom - and I dont mind. Im flattered to be following her footsteps ♥ My husband says I always have to be right, and I say "No I dont" to still be right!! Maybe I do...♥ I love to write, and sometimes I get carried away and write weird stuff....like right now lol ♥ If I think of a song and cant remember the name, I HAVE to figure it out....or if I can remember the face of a person and not their name....Or if I cant figure out how to change a font color....I guess what Im trying to say is...Im a probem solver at heart ♥ I like to overwork myself and feel it in my muscles the next day, just so I know something is changing ♥ If running were drugs...Id have to go to rehab permanently ♥ I'll think something over and over in my head before I say it, and then when I say it, I think I already did - or I will say it twice on accident because I think I didnt yet...get what im saying? ♥ I nod my headand say yes even when Im not listening - its a habbit ♥ I love to read books and pretend Im the person Im reading about ♥ I am in love with the tvshow Gilmore Girls, and Scrubs. The mom on GG and the main guy in Scrubs remind me of myself ♥ I love my husband, even when he is acting like a disgusting boy - im glad he feels comfotable around me. Sometimes a little too comfortable lol ♥ The internet is great. Just so you know. ♥ I listen to some songs that totally suck, just because they make me laugh...really hard ♥ I cant be mean to people, unless I have a REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY good reason...

and my Last ♥ I am amazed with everything. How everything works, How everything lives...But most of all - How I got to where I am today. I wouldnt change a thing.
Life is good...Keep on Keepin' On, and Life will stay sweet ♥
♥With Love, Ster

story of my life

"Even a mistake may turn out to be the one thing necessary to a worth while achievement." -Henry Ford

My Current Favorites

"You are Beatiful"

Photo By Rachel Mardis

Chicago, Illinois

"Colorful Personality"

Drawn By: Timmi Moore

Effects By: Esther Dearwester

"Dreams of Fire"

By: Esther Dearwester

So does anyone even read my posts? Because there are no comments and I havent gotten any feedback....My writing is going to the wind...

Esther

hmm...not quite sure

La Di Da, Just another entry from the "Me" Files......

The world has changed, my friends.
We used to be able to be who we were really, with no questions asked, no problems evolving out of ridiculous drama. Now, we spend all our time looking back on "the good 'ole days", when really, they weren't that long ago. We just forget things so quickly while we are distracted by the real world...real life. I dont wish I could go back in time - That wouldnt change anything. I wish people would be people...not things. Or "characters" - EAch person made up in their own mind, and played out by the body they live in. Its like we are living in a theater. You hold in silent screams of annoyance while wearing a smiling mask over your face, trying to be who you are really...inside. But its hard when everyone expects you to be so different. So...perfect. And you want to just tell them all to mind their bussiness, but then you remember that you asked them for their opinion...so you just sit and listen, smiling, wishing you never had. Your mind starts to wander, and suddenly, you are somewhere else, someone...different. Someone real, created by your soul - not pushed and pulled into shape by the world, or the people in it. Someone alive. If only you could stay there...




.....Okay so I have no idea where this came from, I just started writing and it all came out. I guess my unconscious mind has taken over once again. But anyways....Thats only a sample. Love ya, Esther

This is me messing around with Rebecca's camera before I got my hair highlighted. I'm not sure if we managed to get any "after" pictures, but I'll try to find some. It's pretty noticeable. If you have seen me since these pictures were taken, then you can compare the real deal! Love you all, EstherPester

baby Bailee

She's the most Beautiful thing ever! We love her so much! I'm typing with one hand, holding her with the other - so details will be quick.

8 lbs 8 oz. - 19.5 inches - born @ 5:39pm
16 hrs labor....a lil over an hour pushing time.

Love you all!

So.....I've currently figured out that you get alot of time to think when you are 9 months pregnant and waiting to pop. Here are some of the things I've been thinking:

* My neices and nephews are going to be role models to my little girl...and Im happy to say that I am perfectly okay with that. In fact - I'm looking forward to seeing what they'll teach her...whether they mean to or not ;)

* Having a little girl makes you attracted to pink - no matter how much you try to avoid it, or deny that its your--dare I say it--FAVORITE COLOR?!

* Drawing is a very good way to pass time. Well, mostly thinking of what to draw - and then the drawing part doesnt take that long - It's the planning part that keeps you busy. Or at least thats how it goes for me...

* Cooking is a very good way to get over the famous "nesting instinct" when you can't unpack anything in your new house because walls arent painted and boxes are too heavy. So sad...

* Fitting into pre-pregnancy clothes while you are stll pregnant makes you feel like a million bucks....even if its just sweatpants.

* Carrying around 30+ extra pounds for a few months can get VERY, VERY frusterating. Especially when the 30 lbs keeps changing shape, so you run into things unexpectedly - Therefor having bright new bruises to show off weekly...sometimes daily.

* Becoming a mom makes you an automatic record keeper...Which is hard to do with no camera - But I think I'll manage.

* Scrapbooking is my favorite thing to do right now, Which is funny because I'm not scrapbooking. I'm looking at my boxes of scrapbooking supplies hidden behind things in the front porch, contemplating on how to get them down- And never coming up with a safe solution.

* I've found that I miss writing, so Im going to do it more often. Finally - Something useful to do with my time...........as if I was free before?

* And last of all, with all of this thinking - I've found that I think too much. :)

EstherPester