Because you never know when you may have to jam. Totally appropriate movie quote for all of the crap I added to this page today. I'm a junkie.
Breakfast Club was on this weekend. You'd probably be hard pressed to NOT see it on a lazy Saturday afternoon when the school year is ending, but man I love that movie... even when it's on TBS and all the 'bad' words are silenced. Which makes lines like "Eat shit" interesting. Suddenly, Ally Sheedy is just telling Emilio Estevez to EAT! Heh.
Things to think about -
When the woman at WalMart holds up the cute puppy and says "He's a terrier mix!"... don't believe her. In fact, kick her in the shins and run like hell. I believed her. I have, as near as I can figure, a german shepard sheltie golden retriever cross. Really. Not a drop of terrier DNA in that dog. Good thing he's a good dog, because he's a billion times bigger than planned.
When Madison is in college, Sam will be in second grade. Total HOLY CRAP moment when you figure that one out.
Cady told me tonight that her bottle of water tasted like dog drool with dryer lint in it. Which begs the eternal "How do you KNOW that!!??" question. But I didn't ask because I don't want to know.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Itchy feet and other afflictions of gypsy souls
I've always felt this intractable need to move... keep moving forward, move to a new house, move the furniture, drive just to be moving, get on my horse and go go go go go... and yet... I honestly haven't actually GONE anywhere.
Lately though... I've been sedentary. Not physically, really, but spiritually. Yeah yeah, I'm pulling a Yoda today. But seriously. I have no desire to move, no desire to keep going as if the hounds have been released from Hades and will get me if I don't keep moving.
I am at peace. And at 33 years old and a mother of 3 with a 10 year marriage and a nasty divorce and nastier custody battle behind me, and having lived a whole lot of my life with fear a constant companion... it may be a first.
I'm happy. I feel good. I'm relaxed. I SLEEP at night, deeply and without dreams. I smile more often than not, and laugh with my children for no reason at all. I spent an hour last night dancing with my 15 month old. Yeah, I can't dance, but the cool thing is... he doesn't know that. He just smiled and laughed and wiggled his diaper-clad booty til he fell down. And then he laughed some more when I fell next to him.
Today, I planted flowers and tomato plants at D'Man's house. Nothing fancy, petunias and pansies and cosmos and geraniums, but my hands are dirty and the sun was hot on my skin. The boy ate dandelions while I got muddy. Here's hoping he's not allergic!
Lately though... I've been sedentary. Not physically, really, but spiritually. Yeah yeah, I'm pulling a Yoda today. But seriously. I have no desire to move, no desire to keep going as if the hounds have been released from Hades and will get me if I don't keep moving.
I am at peace. And at 33 years old and a mother of 3 with a 10 year marriage and a nasty divorce and nastier custody battle behind me, and having lived a whole lot of my life with fear a constant companion... it may be a first.
I'm happy. I feel good. I'm relaxed. I SLEEP at night, deeply and without dreams. I smile more often than not, and laugh with my children for no reason at all. I spent an hour last night dancing with my 15 month old. Yeah, I can't dance, but the cool thing is... he doesn't know that. He just smiled and laughed and wiggled his diaper-clad booty til he fell down. And then he laughed some more when I fell next to him.
Today, I planted flowers and tomato plants at D'Man's house. Nothing fancy, petunias and pansies and cosmos and geraniums, but my hands are dirty and the sun was hot on my skin. The boy ate dandelions while I got muddy. Here's hoping he's not allergic!
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