Too much Today Show in the morning

After drawing this picture, CT ran around the
kitchen, picture flailing overhead, yelling,
“BOMBS…BOMBS…BULLETS…BULLETS”. I threw
him a disapproving glare. He proceeded running and yelling,
“I MEAN SNOW…SNOW…LOTS OF SNOW.”

All consuming

I am not one to have a lot of “unfinished business” in my personal life. You know, friends that have fallen by the way side, apologies that have never been spoken, grudges that one holds too long. However, I do hold one item of this type in my life. I had pushed it down into that dark place, that place where if you just don’t think about it too often you don’t have to deal with it, and it may just go away. It was fine there in that place, because I didn’t really have an answer for it. And if I didn’t have clarity, then why bother. But it has surfaced again and now it is time to deal with it.

On the road to figuring out how to deal with this situation, I am most surprised by the utter physical discomfort I feel when I think about it. Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach. It makes my hands start to sweat. It makes my mind start to race for answers to unknown questions that I might face. It is amazing…the self imposed stress that manifests itself physically. It is crazy. It is so clear to me right now why people choose not to deal with things. It is painful and just plain easier not to.

Kid quote of the day

After spending an afternoon at my house (where we use anatomically correct verbiage), my niece says to her mother, “That thing that looks like an elephant…is, is, is that a penis?”

A moment in time

This past weekend, our family made it to church. Let me tell you that does not happen very often. When we do get there, I like to think of it as a little break. CT gets pawned off to Sunday school, PJ goes to the nursery and KP stays with us in Adams arms. So, I get a solid hour of no one tugging, clawing or drooling on me. But this past Sunday, PJ did not want to go to the nursery. I made it very clear that she would have to remain quiet and still throughout church, or she could not stay with us. PJ…quiet…still, those three words just don’t go together, EVER. She is a flurry of motion, action and continual stuttering discussion of all things real and or make-believe. After my expectations were clearly laid out, we entered the church. I sat down. She sat on my lap. She sat quietly on my lap. She sat peacefully on my lap. She let me hug her on my lap. She let me be with her on my lap. She let me enjoy her on my lap. She let me have her for a whole hour…just her and me. It was delicious.

Count down to pain

There is just nothing better than watching Bull Ridding when you have TiVo. You can watch those poor bastards get wrung out like rag dolls, over and over and over again.

Quit’n Time

It is 4:35 on Friday afternoon.

Thinking…it might be nice to clock out at 5:00 today.

Martha, Martha, Martha

Martha Stewart may be the only person in the world that could leave prison in a better position then when she went in. It seems crazy to me that she would be allowed to teach yoga classes and help inmates prepare fabulous meals for their visiting families. But now, she returns home to her palatial estate in Bedford New York, looking better and thinner than ever and reportedly ½ billion dollars richer since leaving the clink. This woman knows how to work it people.

I use to adore Martha, back in the day when a friend and I owned and operated our own catering company. She has great ideas and some great recipes, although she ruined several a Thanksgiving dinner at my home, which I have NOT forgiven her for. The candied cumquats sucked and the apple pie, well, it looked perfect from the outside when the inside was completely raw. These were large scale production meals that fell flat on their derriere. And by no means, was I to fault!

Anyway, even though I don’t hold her up to the Grand Goddess status that I use to, I am looking forward to seeing what she will do next and I am already completely amazed by the phoenix like resurrection that has already taken place in less than 24 hours.

What died?

I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I have the most putrid, rankest, gas coming out of my ass today. Maybe it was the behemoth piece of red meat that I ate last night, or the many glasses of red wine that complimented that meat so fully, or the dozen or so Girl Scout cookies that finished off the meal so completely. Whatever it is, it is NASTY!

Needless to say, my sweet children who have so much unconditional love for me, sat around me in my stink, while I read them their quiet time stories. And, when I apologized for the foul stench, PJ said, “Oh mommy, it smeeels soooo nummy.”

Now THAT is love.

Crash test dummies

This is my in-laws car after they were hit by a young kid in an SUV. They were at a full stop, he was going 40 mph. They were waiting to make a right hand turn. He was with a bunch of friends and not paying attention. Nana got away with 10 staples in her head, surgery to close her splayed open eyelid and happened to leave one set of eyelashes inside the car after the crash. Papa got away with bumps and bruises.

They are just too young to leave us here alone.

Thank God, God thought so too.

On the beside table

Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
by Jeanette Winterson

Erik was nice enough to offer to let me barrow his copy, however once pressed to find it in the attic, he couldn’t. So instead, he bought it for me.

Thanks buddy.