Calling All Moms!!!
Ok, this is to all moms out there. You've got to see this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEFE3B0Rje0
It is way too funny. And eerily realistic. Especially three years ago when I got the van and still had milk in bottles.
Ok, this is to all moms out there. You've got to see this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEFE3B0Rje0
It is way too funny. And eerily realistic. Especially three years ago when I got the van and still had milk in bottles.
There are things about me that may take years of knowing me to discover.
The basics are easy: My favorite color is purple. I have a fetish for dragons. I love to read. I hate to cook. Mating socks is the worst household chore I can think of. These things could come out in any conversation with just about anyone.
After about a year of marriage (keep in mind, Thomas traveled a lot for work so we saw each other maybe 3 months out of that year) Thomas told me that I had a dark side and that to him it was disturbing.
I can’t stand for the curtains to be open – I think it’s a privacy issue more than avoiding sunlight. It took Thomas about 3 years to get me to wear more than black or browns or grays. I was walking neutrality. I love fog, the thicker the better. I kill plants if I even look at them. (So Thomas takes care of them!) I read all kinds of vampire, witchcraft, zombie books when I do have the chance to read. And…here is the kicker…I love graveyards.
Thomas once asked me why I like graveyards. It took me a long time to put it into words, but while we were walking around San Francisco last year, it hit me. When I look at a headstone, I don’t see death. I see the person. I look at their years of life and “see” the loved ones who knew them and took the time and money to mark their life with a great big block of marble and some basic info on it. When I look at a graveyard, I see all the people who have lived before me.
And even though I read all those disturbing books, when I go to a graveyard, I don’t see the vampires or zombies crawling out of their graves. I don’t envision the bones beneath the ground. I don’t imagine witches cackling in the wind. I don’t even see poltergeists or evil spirits. While one or two of those graves may give me an uneasy feeling, what I mainly get out of it, is the life that was.
One more thing that I love…fall and winter. Right now we have the worst weather: ice, sleet, a tiny bit of snow… Everyone else is “Oh crap, it’s so dreary and cold.” Well, I think it’s beautiful. It’s the cuddling season and I love it!
One good thing about a total rampage of cleaning is that you find things you’d forgotten. I don’t remember being a poet. I never cared for the things I wrote. But even from high school angst, what I found isn’t half bad. How’s this for teenage feminism?
STRENGTH
One foot in front of another
I go where destruction lies
In wait
For me to trample.
One foot in front of another
I see what no man
Could witness
Without pure horror
Seeping through his bones.
One foot in front of another
I reign over a kingdom
Worthy only
Of leadership
Born
From fire.
One foot in front of another
I feel all the pain
And suffer
Quietly
As only a woman could.