I had a dream last night that I went to the refrigerator, I got out a carton of eggs...I picked out an egg and held it.  It was heavier than most eggs usually feel.  It still had a tiny feather stuck to it.  Do you ever get those?  I buy the brown eggs, so every once in awhile I'll get those.  Anyway, this egg in my hand was slightly misshapen.  I didn't want to open it because I was afraid of what I might find.  But, it slipped out of my hands and cracked open in the sink.  A huge skin bubble emerged from the cracked shell.  Out of the skin bubble came the cutest little live baby chick I ever saw.  I was laughing and called for my husband to come see this.

Meaning on Dreammoods.com:

Eggs

To see or eat eggs in your dream, symbolizes fertility, birth and your creative potential.  It indicates that something new is about to happen.

To find a nest filled with eggs in your dream, signifies some financial gain; the more abundant and bigger the eggs, the more significant the gain. 

To see cracked or broken eggs in your dream, denotes that you will suffer from many disappointments and misfortunes. It is indicative of a fragile state in your life and feelings of vulnerability. Alternatively, you may be breaking out of your shell and being comfortable with who you are.

To see bright colored eggs in your dream, symbolizes celebration of a happy event.

To dream of rotten eggs, signifies loss. You may have allowed some situation to take a turn for the worse.

To see fish eggs in your dream, represents an idea that has emerged from your unconscious.

I think this dream was a good sign.  Now off to the Franklin Park Conservatory with a class of 30 1st graders!  WOOO!

Oh, and I mostly finished my piece for the bike show.  I forgot to take my camera again.  So you'll have to wait for photos. 

Thanks everybody for your suggestions.  My jaw is almost completely pain free.  That is the weirdest pain I have ever had.  Does that just happen as you get older?  Just random pains stop in and say hello?  Oh, and thanks Alissa for the sympathy aches.  You are such an empath.

Stop in, if you would, and say hello to my new friend Casey.  She is a fairly new mama artist searching like the rest of us.  I have told her how supportive the Xanga community is.  Please say hello to her if you get a chance.

My friend Steven helped me photograph some of my artwork yesterday.  He was tremendously helpful.  He is a photoillustrator, which I now know is one of the greatest jobs in the whole wide world.  He basically plays all day long in between naps.  I learned new things about my camera and had a great time.  I need to check out Lamb:  The Gospel According to Biff and Smiley Face.  Both come highly recommended by my favorite photoillustrator.  The latter is a tale of Jesus' antics with his childhood pal Biff and Smiley Face is a stoner movie.  I laughed out loud several times watching the trailer.  Steven says you'll get a buzz just watching the film.  I'll let you know when I see it.

Today, I am continuing my root chakra work and plan to have sme down time playing guitar or something.  Have I told anyone yet about my dream to play cello?  Well, I LOVE the cello.  When I hear it, it is like someone is playing my heart.  It just moves me.  So, I am thinking about looking into how much lessons would cost.  I don't have a cello either.  I best look into getting one somehow.

We are making plans for summer.  Oldest's math teacher has recommended summer school.  NOT.  I don't think so.  He has worked soooo hard this year.  We will do homeschooling this summer to keep things sharp.  I was also thinking about consulting with the 5th grade math teacher and seeing if she could hook me up with materials or resources to help him get ready for 5th grade.  I believe that in order for kids to love learning and to be lifelong learners, you have to give them control over what they learn.  That is when learning is fun.  I think there is benefit to learning things you don't particularly want to learn at time.  But, so much self knowledge, confidence and zeal for learning is compromised if kids don't have the opportunity to explore their own interests.  So, I am empowering him to say NO to summerschool and to use the summer to follow his heart and learn what he wishes.  Math will come.  There is time.  Why does it have to be on someone else's timetable?  If he is behind and it bothers him, then he'll let me know and we'll do something about it.  But his grade is a solid "c" which I think is just fine for his first year in public school.  In fact I think it is great and if he has c's forever, that is okay as long as it isn't bothering him.  Thoughts anyone?  Back me up here peeps...  Well, you can disagree too if you want to.

We walked to school yesterday and my youngest was picking the seeded dandelions and blowing them to make wish after wish.  It was soooo cute and we were almost late (again - ssshhh) but when I listened to what he was saying, he was saying things like, "I wish my brother has a good day, " then, "I wish my mom has a good day."  So sweet.  The boy was thinking of everyone.  So I leave you with this.

Have a good day everybody!!