Quiet Time...

A short time after they've FINALLY fallen asleep, I sometimes whisper in their ears, "The world is yours, my Suns. Make with it what you wish."

Why? Because I know that right now, their wishes are pure and true. At this time, the house is usually silent and cool. Three serene faces slumber with jaws slack. Limbs splayed every which way. Superhero comforters askew with stray toes peeking through. Their breathing is relaxed and rhythmic. A silent lullaby.

And now, for me, nothing else exists. This is my yoga. Inhale, exhale, breathe. As I leave their room to seek a peaceful sleep for me, I am compelled to whisper into the air, "Thank you..."

Penny Candy, ahhhh.....

Penny candy was the cheapest medicine you could buy. It was also the cheapest drug. Whenever we were happy - we ate candy. Whenever we were hungry - we ate candy.

If Momma wasn't home in time... If we forgot our key (because you can't be a latch-key kid without one)... we ate candy.

Lemon Heads
Chicko Sticks
Garbage Pail Kids
Pal and Big Blo bubble gum
Mike and and Jolly Joes
Hot Tamales
Chews
Wax Lips
Tootsie Rolls... WE ATE CANDY!

1cent, 2 cent, 5 cent, up up up the price went. And just like addicts, we complained, but we paid. Now we're 30 and most of us are in need of several root canals. I wonder how many of us still eat candy?

I Can't Share My Cooties...

She called me and said she was just checking in on me. I instantly knew that she really needed me to check on her. But how do you call, out of the blue, and dump a huge pile of garbage with your heart on top - on someone else's overflowing plate. Good thing almost nothing can ruin my appetite. Besides, I had just swallowed a few bites of my own trash, so I had just enough room for hers.

First, I wiped her heart clean with my napkin and offered it back to her. She would need it to help me sort through the mess. Then I listened quietly while she guided me through the bits and pieces of crumpled up emotions, anger that had landed in cubed chunks, and a string of hope so thin, I thought it was a stray hair.

My advice quenched her thirst and her trusting me with her junk was my dessert. She said I could dump on her plate anytime, but I was taught that it isn't polite. So... I eat my joy off the same plate I eat my trash. I wouldn't want to give her my cooties.

My Poor Little Ducks...

I can never rest when everything is up in the air. I need a plan, a goal, a blueprint. Or at least plan to set a goal to have a meeting to draw up a blueprint. How the hell does everyone else do it? As soon as I have all of my ducks in a row, someone comes along and kicks all 8 of them out of place! And yes, I had all 8 of my ducks in a row - the cute little blocks with ABC's printed on them were out of stock. Now I can't rest because I've found 7 of my ducks, but the ugly duck is missing. That's the one that pulls everything together. So now I'm off to search for the ugly duck, or at least a block with a Z on it to place at the end of my row so I can get some rest. And before you ask, the answer is yes. Yes I DO plan to buy a barricade for my ducks. Just as soon as I get them all in a row.☺

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We broke up

He - well me - decided to just grow up

I thought it would hurt (I've known him so long)

I knew what other women would say (girl, you did that man wrong!)

the story goes... he cheated, he lied, he guilt-tripped me, he spied

always the peace maker, I would go back to try

and bump into another one of his women who also sought forgivness (why?)

It pierced my heart when I could no longer trust his words

they were bond, they were strong - his words could mold heaven and earth

but with power comes control
he told my future just for show
all an illusion, I suppose
I am the captain of my soul

So we broke up - although he says I can always come back home...
it's up to me if I want to find him- so what happens if I just don't?

Crash Test Dummies

While drifting off to sleep last night, this quote came to mind: "You can learn a lot from a dummy." I was thinking about my ex-husband - not the 80's PSA commercial, but hey - a dummy is a dummy is a dummy. I'm not going to bash my ex on my blog, but I do think it's the best analogy EVER! Let me refresh your memory:

                                      

Now I can get all serious and explain how the commercial can be used as an analogy for marriage, friendship, or life in general - but this ain't that type of blog! What I really want to know is: Why were there never any obese crash test dummies? Even when the commercial featured a "family" of dummies ( I'm not going to expound on that one - it would be too much fun) all of the dummies were skinnier than the average human. Does that mean that obese people fare better in automobile accidents? Does the extra *ahem* cushion they have acquired provide adequate, substantial support against sudden and unplanned vehicular impact? Are they suggesting that obese people are NOT dummies too? Stop reading my random ramblings and get back to work!

These Words...

Waiting... for the words...to escape my mouth that is ajar... will they fill, expand, burst - suspend in the air - like they do my soul?  my soul - my soul - do I have a soul? I must have a soul for these words swell and overflow it with... still waiting... for the words ... to escape my mouth...