tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81765796954639738132024-03-05T22:20:09.524-08:00Kiss My ListKiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-49776062535261139202012-11-02T10:39:00.000-07:002012-11-02T10:39:19.514-07:00First Circle<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I've decided</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">If hell is real</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And I go there when I die</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">It will be me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">In a badly lit dressing room</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Surrounded by mirrors</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Trying on clothes </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">For eternity</span></div>
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<br />Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-79249309614823023162012-08-14T09:14:00.001-07:002012-08-14T09:14:08.105-07:00I miss good television. The Cosby Show. Growing Pains. Fraggle Rock. My So-Called Life. I miss life without constant technology. I miss telephones without apps and touchscreens. I miss life offline. I miss food that isn't genetically modified. $1.50 for a gallons of gas. Books made out of paper. Having a pen pal who I'd never met before. I miss simplicity.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-21134391804119382572012-05-31T20:52:00.001-07:002012-05-31T20:52:20.578-07:00F. Scott's words of wisdom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-86176525652967591852011-11-14T06:14:00.000-08:002011-11-14T06:14:51.855-08:00Dear Mama<div style="text-align: center;">It happens more when it's quiet</div><div style="text-align: center;">When everything is standing still</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once again, I realize you're gone</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess it'll never seem real.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's never a day that goes by,</div><div style="text-align: center;">That I don't want to call you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To ask you and tell you so much.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need more moments, just a few</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The last time I saw you I thought,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you were tired - so I'd leave you alone.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I left without a hug, a thought to call later,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I got too busy and never picked up the phone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only hours later - my world stopped spinning </div><div style="text-align: center;">How could I have lost you again?</div><div style="text-align: center;">This time you'd be gone forever.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How could it be your end?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I look at my little boy, the</div><div style="text-align: center;">one you always called your baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I hurt that he won't know you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How you loved him so completely.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise to tell him about you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">But only if I can.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now it's not something I can do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I need you here to hold my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know if most realize, </div><div style="text-align: center;">What it's like to lose a part of your soul.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Losing the one who made you,</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's your love that kept me whole</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now I can't manage to write.</div><div style="text-align: center;">My eyes are filling with tears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You know I can't stand that weakness.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got to get through this year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll see you again in my dreams.</div><div style="text-align: center;">When you come to check on me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I'll hug you and forget,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Completely, the reality.</div>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-81610783865620663912011-04-25T07:39:00.000-07:002011-04-25T07:39:06.148-07:00Mommy WarsThere seems to be a war between Mothers. We all judge each other so harshly. The jr. high cattiness is still pervasive among women, except it is dressed up with pretty words on blogs. I see so many posts (usually by the self-proclaimed "natural" mamas) that ooze judgement on the rest of us that don't choose the road they have chosen. I'm all for a Woman's Right to Choose. I have my own opinions, and if you ask for them, I'll hand them out readily, because I do love hearing how smart I sound, even if I don't...in reality..and I seldom do. I'm not going to shove it down your throat and try to make you feel bad for what you choose, because LAWD knows that someone out there will cringe with the choices that I've made and will continue to make. I say we end the Mommy Wars. We all need to support each other.<br />
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1. Breast is Best. Yes, I do believe this. I nursed my child for 19 months and I am damn proud of it as I should be. It's not an easy feat and I DID IT. Pat me on the back. However; if you choose to use formula it is none of my damn business, now is it? <br />
2. Disposable Diapers - Used 'em. Loved 'em. Will continue to use 'em. I do not have enough time to worry with my carbon foot print or the extra loads of laundry. PLEASE for the LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY quit shoving the damn things down my throat. <br />
3. Home/Natural Birth - Yes, I realize that our bodies were designed to birth babies and I sometimes I wonder if I should have tried instead of instantly jumping for the epi. But, I didn't. Not sure if I really would have. Back labor pains are like someone taking an ax to your lower back every two minutes. F THAT SH*IT. I know less meds = better for baby. I am not stupid. My kid is just fine though, no extra head.<br />
4. Organic/Home grown Food - Once again, it comes down to time and money. I work full time. No extra hours in the day to tend to a garden because I am busy running around after a toddler or trying to keep my house from looking like Chernobyl. Organic is just a $$$ issue, plus my child takes offense at anything healthy but fruit.<br />
5. Working vs. Stay at home mothers - We know your job is hard. We know this man. We work 40+ hours a week, while tending a house, and making sure the rug rats stay alive and dealing with a husband. That's hard too lady, so leave your judgement at home about how you could NEVER do that to your children. We generally have no choice, got it?<br />
6. No BPA...or any other chemicals - DEAR LAWD. I know this stuff is bad for my child. For me. My husband. What the hell do you want me to do? Have us live in a bubble, where we only have cloth diapers to wear and organic food to eat? Would that appease your incessant babbling?<br />
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I must stop myself. This has become a rant against those self-possessed mothers who do not have the ability to look outside their glass house. <br />
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Really. I don't judge. Too much.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-86801418190241852322011-04-14T06:03:00.000-07:002011-04-14T06:03:20.124-07:00Thank you Jill Conner Browne for extoling your infinite wisdom.If you haven't read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Potato-Queens-Book-Love/dp/0609804138/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302785795&sr=8-1">The Sweet Potato Queens Books of Love</a> , you must run out immediately and get it. Or order it online. Or borrow if from a friend. I don't care. Just do it. It will change your life or at least make your laugh your ass off. You'll love me for it. I swear! I really shouldn't swear. Southern ladies don't swear. Good thing I'm not a lady in any way, shape, form or fashion. My mama and grandmother just don't know where they went wrong. Enjoy the teaser below! <br />
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<em>“There are five different kinds of men you must endeavor to have in your life at all times in order to have the equivalent of one completely satisfactory man…[because] it is clearly not possible to find all the required attributes in one single man, and we should not expend needless energy by even looking for him…</em><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>The Basic Five are these:</em></div><br />
<em>1. A man who can fix things.</em><br />
<em>2. A man you can dance with. </em><br />
<em>3. A man who can pay for things. </em><br />
<em>4. A man you can talk to.</em><br />
<em>5. A man to have great sex with.</em><br />
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<em> "This is the rudimentary team you need to form… certainly other functions can be added to suit your more refined tastes, but with this starting lineup, you can at least avoid abject misery.”</em>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-1326431181187769562011-04-13T08:47:00.000-07:002011-04-13T08:47:43.792-07:00Who am I?<div style="text-align: center;"> I am not here. I'm not listening. I'm in my head and I'm spinning. (Fallen - 30 Seconds to Mars) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">1. I was born and raised in <a href="http://www.clarksdale.com/">Clarksdale, MS</a>, home of the blues. </div><div style="text-align: left;">2. My parents divorced when I was 4 and I think it's a blessing that I don't remember.</div><div style="text-align: left;">3. I went to private school my K4-12, the public schools were too dangerous.</div><div style="text-align: left;">4. I grew up in the Whiscopalian church...err...the Episcopalian church.</div><div style="text-align: left;">5. I've been harboring a love for hard rock music. Sorry, Baptists. </div><div style="text-align: left;">6. I'm a closet liberal and I married a crazy conservative who believes Fox News is THE WORD.</div><div style="text-align: left;">7. I was electrocuted when I was 11 months old, luckily the shoes I had on saved my life.</div><div style="text-align: left;">8. I love to write, but I am too scared to fail, so I don't.</div><div style="text-align: left;">9. I love my son more than I could have imagined possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;">10. I live to read.</div><div style="text-align: left;">11. My ability to be alone and be ok is beyond what is normal.</div><div style="text-align: left;">12. I was born with nature's prozac running through my veins, except when it comes to my son.</div><div style="text-align: left;">13. I've been held at gun point, in the middle of the day for $7.</div><div style="text-align: left;">14. That's why I have a gun in my car.</div><div style="text-align: left;">15. I've gone to school in Spain and spent a couple of months in Costa Rica. I would move to either of those places in a heartbeat, if possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;">16. I love my friends fiercely and get angry when they are wronged, more so than my ownself.</div><div style="text-align: left;">17. I sometimes wish I could get back together with an old boyfriend, if only to smile at him sweetly and punch him in the face.Hard.</div><div style="text-align: left;">18. I talk big, but southern breeding always wins out. Damn it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">19. I love coffee.</div><div style="text-align: left;">20. And chocolate. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-3651529609148681962011-04-08T10:45:00.001-07:002011-04-08T10:45:32.693-07:00It's Friday, y'all1. I do have a job.<br />
2. I have tons of sh*t to do.<br />
3. I don't smoke weed. <br />
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But, this clip is classic and it pops into my head every Friday. <br />
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2. I use paper towels<br />
3. I use disposable diapers.<br />
4. I let my child watch t.v.<br />
5. I let my child eat sugar and fast food on occasion.<br />
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But, I do ONE thing right.<br />
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I hug and kiss my baby everyday and tell him I love him.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-86710092356297583562011-04-07T11:51:00.000-07:002011-04-07T11:51:58.485-07:00Mis libros favoritos1. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lords-Discipline-Novel-Pat-Conroy/dp/0553381563/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302201500&sr=1-1">The Lords of Discipline</a> by Pat Conroy<br />
2. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Idiot-Girls-Action-Adventure-Club-Magnificent/dp/0375760911/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302201552&sr=1-1">The Idiot Girl's Action Adventure Club</a> by Laurie Notaro<br />
3. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/East-Eden-John-Steinbeck/dp/0142000655/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302201589&sr=1-1">East of Eden </a>by John Steinbeck<br />
4. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pride-Prejudice-Jane-Austen/dp/1936594293/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1302201628&sr=1-1">Pride and Prejudice</a> by Jane Austen<br />
5. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heal-Hurt-Hating-Anita-Liberty/dp/0812976339/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1302201406&sr=8-1">How to Heal the Hurt by Hating</a> by Anita Liberty<br />
6. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Slaughterhouse-Five-Novel-Kurt-Vonnegut/dp/0385333846/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1302202180&sr=8-1">Slaughterhouse Five</a> by Kurt Vonnegut<br />
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It is truly hard to pick my favorite books, and the list probably changes month to month since most of my nights revolve around reading, but these 6 are ones that have stayed with me and will stay with me forever. Some people push drugs, I push books, so if you wonder why I like them, read them and find your own lessons, joy and heartache in each one.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-77646756543000407812011-04-05T07:00:00.000-07:002011-04-05T07:04:13.216-07:00Dream a little dream.<div style="text-align: center;">You still show up in my dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;">For unknown reasons</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I don't know I'm thinking of you</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's like it never stopped</div><div style="text-align: center;">There you are</div><div style="text-align: center;">I see you</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I can't get to you</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or if I do</div><div style="text-align: center;">You don't talk to me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or maybe you tell me you still love me</div><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I know it's wrong </div><div style="text-align: center;">I still say yes</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still love you too</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I don't.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Only in my dreams</div><div style="text-align: center;">Still you are there</div><div style="text-align: center;">Haunting me </div><div style="text-align: center;">Because at one time</div><div style="text-align: center;">I loved you too much</div><div style="text-align: center;">You didn't feel the same</div><div style="text-align: center;">Although I could tell</div><div style="text-align: center;">that you wanted to.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It makes me wonder</div><div style="text-align: center;">If you still</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dream</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of </div><div style="text-align: center;">Me.<br />
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2. When you are 7 and 19 you'll have the desire to get a perm. Don't do it. You will look like a deranged lion.<br />
3. When you are 16 there will be a cocky boy who is not worth your time. He'll drop you like a bad habit and take off with another girl.<br />
4. Spend more time with your girlfriends in high school AND college. <br />
5. You'll spend 6 years of your life with someone, and that's fine. Go ahead. Some lessons you need to learn.<br />
6. If he's a older, a cross between Matthew McConaughey and Paul Newman, run and run FAST. He's another one that will rip your heart out and stomp that fu*ker flat.<br />
7. Jager bombs are never a good idea, no matter what your friends say.<br />
8. Never waste time missing someone. If they are worth it, then they will be waiting. If not, then you'll find that out soon. <br />
9. Don't be a doormat. Be a bitch. Because you can.<br />
10. When you graduate from university, go immediately to graduate school. Do not pass go until this is done.<br />
11. Enjoy every opportunity you are given, they don't come along so often and you are a lucky girl.<br />
12. Freaking relax already. Worry does you no good, except make you sick.<br />
13. Hug your Mama every chance you get.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-30096173673763759782011-04-01T08:52:00.000-07:002011-04-01T08:52:36.600-07:00It's the South, y'all.1. It's not all sweet tea and mint juleps down here.....we also like bbq.<br />
2. We aren't stupid. Or slow. It's hot as hell and humid as a wet blanket in a dryer. It slows a person down.<br />
3. We DO wear shoes. I swear. Have been for quite some time - at <em>least</em> 5 years.<br />
4. It's not Mississippi Burning down here, no matter what the media wants you to believe.<br />
5. We are as nice to visitors as they say, we can't help it, it's a compulsion.<br />
6. We will call you a Yankee if you hail from above the Mason-Dixon line. We don't mean nuthin' by it. <br />
7. We have air-conditioning. It's imperitive for us to live and breathe between April-October. (We don't glisten on the front porches, under ceiling fans like Ashley Judd in a Time to Kill.)<br />
8. Football is a religion - believe it, live it, breath it. And dress your child in your SEC school colors.<br />
9. Don't mess with a Mississippi girl, she may look all sweet and innocent on the outside, but she probably has a gun in her purse and knows how to use it.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-81559335272939443362011-03-31T10:04:00.000-07:002011-03-31T10:15:37.495-07:00Memories....like the dusty corners of my mind.<div style="text-align: center;">Metal sliding boards...the 80's version of microdermabrasion for the thighs. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Riding a bike without a helmet and no one cared.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Rotary dial telelphone. Having to start over after my excitement to make a call tripped up my fingers.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Scrunchies, slap bracelets, Garbage pail Kids (which I was never allowed to have).</div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting my nickname...Punky Brewster</div><div style="text-align: center;">Feathered bangs</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jordache Jeans</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eating banana popsicles with my mama</div><div style="text-align: center;">Michael Jackson's BAD album</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seeing Terminator 2 at the theater and falling in love with Edward Furlong</div><div style="text-align: center;">Riding around all day Saturdays with my girlfriends blasting Coolio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Watching <em>Friday</em> afraid of getting caught.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sharing a 6 pack of wine coolers on the backroads</div><div style="text-align: center;">Getting my own cell phone at the ripe old age of 20</div><div style="text-align: center;">Drinking beer at the Refuge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Saturday night, dollar night at Rick's</div><div style="text-align: center;">Graduation</div><div style="text-align: center;">Work</div><div style="text-align: center;">Baby</div><div style="text-align: center;">Marriage</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mortgage</div><div style="text-align: center;">Being an adult sucks.<br />
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</div>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-5623997625338813322011-03-28T10:29:00.000-07:002011-03-28T10:29:49.870-07:0030 Seconds to Foo Fighters: A lyrical puzzle.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Were you born to resist or be abused?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I swear I’ll never give in</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I refuse.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I tried to be someone else.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But nothing seemed to change. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know now this is who I really am inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally found myself. Fighting for a chance.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know now, This is who I really am inside</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We were the Kings and Queens of Promise</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We were the victims of ourselves.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My intentions never change.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What I want just stays the same.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I know what I should do.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s time to set myself on fire.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m never alone. I’m alone all the time.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honest to God, I will break your heart. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tear you to pieces and rip you apart.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Run away, Run away I’ll attack</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Run away, Run away, Go chase yourself</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-73760134657907492892011-03-23T07:02:00.001-07:002011-03-23T07:02:26.626-07:00Ode to Wyatt..<div style="text-align: center;">Last night I got kicked in the face, by a tiny little man. <br />
It was a surprise attack, and zoom, off he ran. <br />
But not before he slapped my face, followed by a maniacal laugh. <br />
He knocked over the garbage can and growled, proving his wrath. <br />
He demanded that I feed him and proceeded to make a mess. <br />
The floor ate more than he did, and most ended up on my dress. <br />
He lifted his arms, as if to say, “Come on! Pick me up!” <br />
I obeyed, my reward, a swift kick in the stomach. <br />
On the floor he sat, but he was not still for too long. <br />
He crawled onto the dog who (I could tell) felt he was wronged. <br />
Next he targeted the hallway, trailing destruction in his wake. <br />
I tried to minimize the damage, but it was more than I could take. <br />
I heard his rumblings and the clatter of things being thrown around. <br />
I heard the squeals of delight as he marveled in the items he’d found. <br />
He sounded like a caveman would, a modern missing link. <br />
I arrived just in time before he escaped under the sink. <br />
I grabbed his chubby little legs and gently brought him out. <br />
I used all my strength, just to lift him, as this tiny man was stout. <br />
He rubbed his eyes, gave a great big yawn, and laid his head upon my shoulder. <br />
For a moment, a little moment, I wished that he would never grow older. <br />
Moments like these are poignant reminders of just how fast time goes. <br />
Then he pulled my hair, poked me in the eye and put his thumb up my nose </div>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-39120403693223871912011-03-22T12:35:00.000-07:002011-03-22T12:35:48.532-07:00What I wish I could do..1. Learn to fight. I don't want to get into street fights, no, but I would like to be able to kick some ass if I had to.<br />
2. Speak another language fluently. I have a degree in Spanish. It might as well be a degree in breadmaking. <br />
3. Win the lottery. <br />
4. Move to Europe for a year. Or 10.<br />
5. Finish a round of P90x.<br />
6. Sew.<br />
7. Decipher toddler speak.<br />
8. Fly a fighter jet. Really. I would love to do this. <br />
9. Sing. And do it well. <br />
10. Actually listen to someone else without spacing out for half of the conversation. <br />
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This is in no pertickler order of importance and doesn't encompass everything I wish I could do. Just what popped into my head at this random moment. I have many random thoughts, but that's a whole 'nother topic.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-10444359331812233912011-03-18T08:56:00.000-07:002011-03-18T08:57:22.397-07:00Feature Creatures of Facebook (and also great band names!)<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><strong>1. The Complainers -</strong></em> Yes, you have something to bitch about. We know. Every. Day. You let us know. Every. Day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>2. The Stalkers - </em></strong>Do you have to comment on everything I say, unnamed relative(s)?<strong><em> </em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>3. The Whiners - </em></strong>Poor, poor pitiful you. We feel so sorry for you. Not really.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>4. The Bible Thumpers - </em></strong>Your hourly bible verses/end of the world status updates will not save my soul.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>5. The Pious Mamas </em></strong>- Yes, you breastfed for 10 years, only feed your child organic, vegan, whole foods with no dairy or gluten or casein, you are so awesome you never even used CLOTH diapers because you managed to potty train at birth using sign language - a birth that was at home and unmedicated, by the way. Thank you for the daily reminders of your perfection. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>6. The Angry Drunk </em></strong>- You seem to need a "cold" one or 20 everyday and your angry, racist ramblings only remind me that you need rehab and I need to block you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>7. The Quote Master </em></strong>- Find your own words. An occasional quote is great. Ten a day? Overkill.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>8. The Lovers </em></strong>- I wish I was as in love as you are. Really. You must have the most wonderful spouse/partner/significant other in the world. Very interesting. But, it's not. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>9. The Guy who can't get a date and can't figure out why </em></strong>- You're crazy and weird dude. Get a clue and a grip.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong><em>10. The Parents </em></strong>- Yes, your child is wonderful, funny, cute, smart and all of the above times 10. We don't...wait a minute. I just described myself. Never mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">***Everyone is guilty of most of these during their Facebook tenure. No offense is meant. But......there are some people who personify these creatures on a daily basis.***</span>Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176579695463973813.post-23114238453309956442011-02-18T21:10:00.000-08:002011-02-18T21:10:16.813-08:00Some days I wish I could...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Sing like Amy Lee. AH-MAY-ZING.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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1. Spent my free time indulging in sleep. And more sleep. <br />
2. Appreciated my time alone <strike>in the bathroom.</strike><br />
3. Pulled up all the carpet, hard wood, and tile. Then replaced it with thick, gymnastic mats.<br />
4. Sold all of my furniture, only to replace it with bean bags, which I would keep covered in plastic.<br />
5. Patronized all of my favorite restaurants. In peace. On a regular basis.<br />
6. Enjoyed life without fear of being "pantsed" while doing the dishes.<br />
7. Realized I actually had a good figure. (I'll never see that again. Do bones HAVE to grow like that?)<br />
8. Slept late on weekends. (I believe this merits mentioning twice).<br />
9. Relished my state of being less wrinkled and grey headed. Parenting is so scary.<br />
10. Kept my mouth shut about things I would never do when I had children.Kiss My Listhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10331792095609565219noreply@blogger.com0