I attempting to post. This weekend has been up and down and all over the place. I have been very emotional lately even before this weekend. I am not sure why. When Cheryl asked me to watch Fray this weekend, I had reservations. He had been so sick and was having a hard time going up and down the stairs at their house and I have so many many ( Read more... )

I am done with the emotional rollarcoaster that I have been on for the last few days. I know that I am on my emo cycle but I am pretty sure that if I cry one more time in public I will just quit going out of my house all together. Enough.

from Two Inch Fables

Marilyn Chin
Yellow gold is meaningless
Learning is better than pearls
A woman without brilliance
Leaves nothing but dim children

You can hawk your gold if you’re hungry
Sell your mule when you’re desperate
What can you do with so many poems
Sprouting dead hairs in an empty coffin

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Lotus: pink dewlapped pretty
Lotus: upturned palm of my ( Read more... )

I like being along for the ride.... Hell. I love the ride. I like riding in cars with boys and girls. I also love coming home.

I have much to do. I am gonna fix my house. Then I am gonna sell it and buy a big rambly house in the country. Yes. That is my plan.

This morning I am working on my Thriller Dance! My Friend Mona is requesting Thriller Dancing. I shall oblige.

My tummy is going burble blurble blurble.... It is cus I ate too much. Oh well I had a lovely time watching My Neighbour Totoro with the kids. I think my one of my favourite parent things is sharing things I love with my kids. It is almost as good as the first time.

I hate Car lines. That is All.

Holy crap people!! I just bought a new iron and it is the best thing I have bought in ages!!!! I know that I am a dork for being this excited about an iron but it is amazballs. Continuous steam!!!! Continuous Steam!!!! And it is so easy to use!!!! The stupid task of ironing Scott's shirts has just become SoMuch Easier!!!

Ok. Back to ( Read more... )

"So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to ( Read more... )