please visit this blog, if you've got just one more minute.
http://www.mycharmingkids.net/
stellan is way on my heart and has been all week. he's just about our little sprout's age and needs his heart to get better. i am praying - will you join me?
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just one of my hats.
Monday, March 30, 2009
The Whys and the Beginning and a few Whatevers
let me begin my apologizing to those of you who DESPISE reading posts written in only lower-case. i suppose if my apology were sincere, i'd change my lower-casing ways - but - it is only sort of a perfunctory courtesy i'm giving out, since i'm really not in the business of drumming up some big fan base here with this new endeavor. this blogging thing. i imagine most of those who begin have the same thoughts i've got right now. who cares how many dishes i need to wash, or when my toddler last wrote her name, or that i'm very ashamedly obsessed with the very decadent TV show Gossip Girl, the taste of my four month old's feet, or that so specific smell coming out of a hardcover Bobbsey twins book, in no particular order. (what IS that smell? someday i will make it my goal to research what happens chemically to pages in bound book over a period of fifty or so years....then recreate it in liquid form and sell it to Yankee Candle. i can see it now. the Library candle, with a label containing an artfully, mismatched stack of classics perched on a mantel over a crackling fire.....and ya wonder why "they" say i've got ADD. ahem.
secondly, i'd like to say that this new venture was the idea of my husband's - and as such - i believe i will go to him for ideas of things to write about when i run out of my own. i'm not sure how much he will like this, but i see it sort of like this: you know how in high school, (or at least the public ones....certainly not OURS) you were all given the fake baby for a day, maybe overnight, to scare you away from pre-condom sex? oh, did i mean to say pre-marital? anyway. who had to rock the baby in the middle of the night when it was screaming, or pooping its pants, or just generally couldn't find anything else to do but exercise its vocal chords? you, and ya know why? b/c it was your idea to let johnny do bad things with his bad things to you. so - darling husband - since you've unleashed the can of worms - be on guard, as i may need you for my muse.
so what of me? oh, well maybe i should address the "changed woman" part in my header, since we're sort of just now being introduced. let's see - i've still got all the body parts i was born with (minus the tonsils? never can remember)....no divorce....never been in prison, at least not in the literal sense.....but i suppose that brings me right back around to where i began. for a long time, well, i suppose from the very beginning, i lived in this prison of ME. i mean, i thought it was pretty sweet at the time. sparsely furnished but who needs decor when you've got friends to party with, and quick-paying jobs with which to pay for your partying? and i mean, how imprisoned can you feel when you've got free access not only to leave and come when you choose, but to all the "hot" spots in town and not just during regular business hours? and with all the free time in the day, since you're working late at night, the world is your very own limitless (juicy, salty, straight from n'awlins) oyster - a blank canvas set open for you to paint your own future using your very own talents....only, half a bottle later, talents get a bit fuzzy and so do chains, until all of a sudden, four or so years later, you realize in an instance, in the middle of an afternoon, while holding your very tiny newborn, that "oh crap! i'm still in prison - this ain't no place to raise a baby! i've got to get out of here." but you're still thinking that you can get yourself out and keep your security blankets (that are falling apart, unbeknownst to you, and always have been)......until your head starts pricking, just a bit. you know that prick, i mean, we all do - ever seen pinnochio? better way to explain it than i ever could. well, long story short, my nose got so long that it sort of just busted me (along with some angelic help, i'm sure now) right out of that house, and that prison..........and from that cold January day just a little over three years ago, i began the journey to become A Changed Woman. but at the time, i was actually more like a Somewhat? Repentant Prodigal Daughter, shivering, with no money, no vehicle, no plan for how to support myself and my three-month old precious.....just a crazy idea to break us out of prison.
well, there's so much more that's happened since then, of course, but i won't lie - i sort of feed off of affirmation (ugly trait i'd rather trade for, say, a short pinky finger or the inability to wash dishes) so if you'd care at all to hear some of what happened next for me, a Changed Woman (and my Co. of course), let me know, puh-leeze! and maybe soon i will get on a most effective medication to control this dastardly ADD so for once, i can keep up with something i sort of enjoy, which is this, writing, about anything, everything.
p.s. does anyone despise when people write only in upper-case (capital letters)?!? 'cause i sooooooooooooooo do. irks me to the core. esp. in e-mail form. you're either left feeling like you've been raked over the coals or that the poor person who composed the missive to you is unable to distinguish the nuances in language or worse yet, doesn't care to. again, i apologize to those of you who enjoy writing this way. please feel free to blast me with all caps comments.
secondly, i'd like to say that this new venture was the idea of my husband's - and as such - i believe i will go to him for ideas of things to write about when i run out of my own. i'm not sure how much he will like this, but i see it sort of like this: you know how in high school, (or at least the public ones....certainly not OURS) you were all given the fake baby for a day, maybe overnight, to scare you away from pre-condom sex? oh, did i mean to say pre-marital? anyway. who had to rock the baby in the middle of the night when it was screaming, or pooping its pants, or just generally couldn't find anything else to do but exercise its vocal chords? you, and ya know why? b/c it was your idea to let johnny do bad things with his bad things to you. so - darling husband - since you've unleashed the can of worms - be on guard, as i may need you for my muse.
so what of me? oh, well maybe i should address the "changed woman" part in my header, since we're sort of just now being introduced. let's see - i've still got all the body parts i was born with (minus the tonsils? never can remember)....no divorce....never been in prison, at least not in the literal sense.....but i suppose that brings me right back around to where i began. for a long time, well, i suppose from the very beginning, i lived in this prison of ME. i mean, i thought it was pretty sweet at the time. sparsely furnished but who needs decor when you've got friends to party with, and quick-paying jobs with which to pay for your partying? and i mean, how imprisoned can you feel when you've got free access not only to leave and come when you choose, but to all the "hot" spots in town and not just during regular business hours? and with all the free time in the day, since you're working late at night, the world is your very own limitless (juicy, salty, straight from n'awlins) oyster - a blank canvas set open for you to paint your own future using your very own talents....only, half a bottle later, talents get a bit fuzzy and so do chains, until all of a sudden, four or so years later, you realize in an instance, in the middle of an afternoon, while holding your very tiny newborn, that "oh crap! i'm still in prison - this ain't no place to raise a baby! i've got to get out of here." but you're still thinking that you can get yourself out and keep your security blankets (that are falling apart, unbeknownst to you, and always have been)......until your head starts pricking, just a bit. you know that prick, i mean, we all do - ever seen pinnochio? better way to explain it than i ever could. well, long story short, my nose got so long that it sort of just busted me (along with some angelic help, i'm sure now) right out of that house, and that prison..........and from that cold January day just a little over three years ago, i began the journey to become A Changed Woman. but at the time, i was actually more like a Somewhat? Repentant Prodigal Daughter, shivering, with no money, no vehicle, no plan for how to support myself and my three-month old precious.....just a crazy idea to break us out of prison.
well, there's so much more that's happened since then, of course, but i won't lie - i sort of feed off of affirmation (ugly trait i'd rather trade for, say, a short pinky finger or the inability to wash dishes) so if you'd care at all to hear some of what happened next for me, a Changed Woman (and my Co. of course), let me know, puh-leeze! and maybe soon i will get on a most effective medication to control this dastardly ADD so for once, i can keep up with something i sort of enjoy, which is this, writing, about anything, everything.
p.s. does anyone despise when people write only in upper-case (capital letters)?!? 'cause i sooooooooooooooo do. irks me to the core. esp. in e-mail form. you're either left feeling like you've been raked over the coals or that the poor person who composed the missive to you is unable to distinguish the nuances in language or worse yet, doesn't care to. again, i apologize to those of you who enjoy writing this way. please feel free to blast me with all caps comments.
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