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Friday, July 31, 2009
Friday, July 24, 2009
Lost in Translation
I do my best thinking in the shower... Sometimes I have whole conversations with people in my mind there. Some are recreated conversations that have already happened and I have just figured out what responses would have been better, so I need to imagine the whole thing again. Some are conversations yet to happen, that need hashed out and fine tuned in the old grey matter before I try to put it out into the atmosphere in that same general way. Never works. No matter how many times I have tried, or how articulate I believe I can be on certain issues, the ones that matter the most always seem to get lost or mixed up or misunderstood. So in my dreams and in the shower, I have the right ones, I say the right things, I get all the words saturated in the meanings I want and I lob them right into the grey matter of the ones that I love and there is no dead air in between... there are no hurt feelings, no miscommunications. And the worst of those conversations come when my people are no longer around to hear the real words... when they will really never or most likely never get to hear or feel the things I meant to say, should have said, needed them to know... Loved ones you must know my heart... if I can't get it out right... look a little harder... and I will do my best to reciprocate...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Shocking
Things that might surprise you about the hippo:
1. I enjoy postmortem photography. Not that I enjoy the postmortem part, and I don't enjoy modern Kodak instacam versions of it (like NOTHING IN COLOR Please)... but photographs that were taken in an era when those may be the only photograph a family had of their deceased loved one... that intrigues me. I also like learning little tidbits about the method of photography and knowing that the flowers weren't for decoration they were to mask the odor of the corpses.
2. I stink so bad at general math that I must use a calculator to add 2 and 2. But I can calculate the tip upside down across the table to make it an even dollar amount at a restaurant.. Not only can I do that but it will be within the required tip percentage of the server... Not much marketability in that skill... sigh.
3. As a child, one of my favorite daydream scenarios of my grown up life involved me living in the woods in a lone cabin with a horse... I would have the longest hair ever and only see other people on my rare forays into the nearest town for necessities. I could completely visualize each and every detail of how my house would be and how I would spend my time. It, at the time, seemed like the most perfect way to live. If I wasn't so spoiled on amenities now, it would probably hold a pretty decent appeal.
4. I have never eaten a salad in my life. As a matter of fact, the only lettuce that I have ever eaten was accidentally on my taco. Contrary to the fact that one has never been eaten by me, I would actually like to overcome whatever mental block I have to salads because I think I could grow to like them. Sadly, I doubt this will ever happen.
5. I love chocolate SOOO much that I used to eat cookie sandwiches (made of Chips Ahoy cookies, chocolate icing and Hershey Bars), BUT I loathe chocolate milk, fudge, and ganache. They belong in chocolate solitary confinement for being so bad.
6. When my oldest son was younger, I tried to teach him Braille JUST IN CASE.... (I can add nothing of value to that revelation!)
7. Pickle is one of my favorite words to use frequently, but I cannot stand actual pickles... They are gross.
8. I never learned the Electric Slide or any other choreographed group dance outside of my 9th grade chorus class.. unless you count the Time Warp... and I only barely do...
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Conversations with the weirdos
My children are silly.... Examples below:
1. On the way to a local store, Daniel looks over at me in the car and gets a puzzled face. "Mom", he says, "um, you know those hot, flat iron things that straighten your hair? Are you gonna get one? 'Cause sometimes your hair is crazy...........No offense."
2. Last night was a bath night. The kids have such dry skin that if they don't get dirty, we skip a night. Anyway, Aurelia was bathed and tucked in and Daniel was playing in the tub. I told him goodnight and went downstairs knowing that when he is done he gets out and can handle all the post washing duties himself. Around 9:30, I went back up to retrieve my robe for my own shower. His room light was on, so I went to say goodnight again. He was standing by his bed, shivering, wrinkled like a prune, muttering he'd lost track of time... I thought he meant he hadn't meant to be up so late... NOPE... he had JUST gotten out of the bathtub... TWO HOURS in the water... So I tucked him into bed, and covered him up, hugged him, and he says,"Ahhhhh, your hugs are sooooo warm..."
3. The name of the volunteer group that I work with is CASA. Whenever my son hears me talk about it, he gets a puzzled look on his face. Some time back, he asked me what CASA was and I tried to give him a child-friendly version of what CASA's do... which sometimes involves going to people's houses. A look of recognition spread over him (they dole out a little Spanish at the public school) and said "OH you go their casa's?"... And so that is what my little man will believe for as long as possible. I really hope that innocence lasts for some time to come!!
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Possibilities
Recently I got wind of something that made my happy go over the ten! It is a total 11! And yet, in an attempt to obtain that something I picked and worried over something all day long... took it out, looked at, put it away, thought about it some more, took it out... poke poke poke all day long... I finally finished with it and sent it along to see if it could bring me the happy. I don't know if it will work or not, if my attempts to seem professional and light hearted were successful, but I do know that the mere thought of the happy that is possible beyond the 11 makes it all ok. If things are meant to be then they are, if not my quiet little goofy life will roll right on along. But, boy oh boy, that happy sure is shiny!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
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