ME: Micah, you are my favorite four year old in the whole wide world!
MICAH: Mom, you are MY favorite twenty-one year old in the whole wide world!
I’ll take it.
ME: Micah, you are my favorite four year old in the whole wide world!
MICAH: Mom, you are MY favorite twenty-one year old in the whole wide world!
I’ll take it.
It is a darn good thing he’s got those eyes, or he may very well have ended up as one of those statistics about mother’s killing their children…. seriously. okay, not really, mostly I am just hoping that one day, some one will appreciate the quirkiness and oddness he possesses, and not just these eyes…
Last night as I was delivering Isaiah to the ballpark for flag football, I found that all the trees lining the middle of the parking lot had been chopped down. They were lying in tangled masses of branches and leaves, all of which were very green, just pushed to the center of the island, awaiting their fate in the chipper. Now, I know that three or four trees were obliterated in the tornado, but why chop down all the rest? There was a moment, when my heart leaped, tears stung my eyes, and I was hellbent on finding someone from the parks department who better have a reasonable explanation for such savagery. But, as quickly as that moment came, it vanished and I was lulled back into a state of complacency. So the question I have for myself, and all of you, is when did the passion we have disappear? Now, I am not talking about passion for our families, because that is a given, I am talking about passion for things and people, animals, and social change? I have a feeling that it is still there, lurking somewhere between diapers and dinner, but how do we go about revitalizing it? It needs to be done. We, as moms, dads, daughters, and sons need to be passionate about affairs other than our own. Stagnation is lost, and life reborn when passion reigns. So let go, allow your heart to skip, and face to redden, allow the pain to enter, and the tears to flow… allow yourself to feel, to really feel, and I guarantee things will start to change.
At times I enjoy perusing the thesaurus. (I know I am a litterary geek, but give me a break) This afternoon I came across something quite depressing……
STAY-AT-HOME: untraveled, stick-in-the-mud
Is that really synonomous with stay-at-home? Because, when I think of stay-at-home, the synonyms that come to mind are:
courageous, insane, vanquisher
at least that is how I choose to look at it
i seem to have a case of it lately.
there are so many things i could write, share, explore, but sometimes i just can’t. so, i will dig deep and pull out something from a long time ago…
“The hollow feeling in my soul keeps telling me to write… But i can not find the words to express the intense pounding of my heart, as the little girl inside fights hard to escape the in-closing walls. Help me, I’m trapped. But I don’t know what from. I try to run, but I’m chained down. Sweating and crying, I can’t get away. Happiness surrounds me, people love me, but still, She’s there. Struggling, pounding, sobbing. Unable to find freedom in the empty caverns of my heart.”
-November 12, 1992
As Ben Franklin said:
In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is
freedom, in water there is bacteria.
In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli, (E. coli) – bacteria found in feces In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop.
However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling, filtering and/or fermenting.
Remember:
Water = Poop, Wine = Health
Therefore, it’s better to drink booze and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of poop.
There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I’m doing it as a public service.
ME: Well, where did it go Micah?
MICAH: I don’t know, maybe Mr. Nobody took it, he is always up to something.
“If Christianity is true, then it is of infinite importance. If false, then of no importance. One thing it cannot be is of moderate importance.”
– C. S. Lewis
”Impatience is the great laugh.
It is choosing mirage
While stumbling past
oasis
after
oasis
Life is what happens in the meantime.”