forget me not
because Monday should be about giggles...
this kid's expression kills me.
This dad sits his two kids down and asks them questions on the United States of America. The answers from these two young ones may be far from correct, but they're absolutely hilarious! Source: https://rumble.com/v2z9n3-dad-asks-his-kids-questions-about-the-usa...kids-answers-are-hilarious.html
and today will be brought to you by...
cinderella...specifically nobody's fool
cold popcorn with lots of butter and salt,
but you have to promise to scrape each kernel
against the bottom of the bowl
to capture as much salty buttery goodness as you can.
vhs tapes of videos recorded straight from
good rockin' tonight and video hits....
lots and lots and LOTS of bon jovi
specifically living on a prayer
and you give love a bad name...
it is imperative that you screech shrilly when he scrunches his nose
and shakes his hair.
a little billy idol, a little love removal machine
and some ac dc because i can give as well as take.
there will kool aid and turpentine (but we don't suggest you drink it)
and a Kraft homemade pizza that i will pick the meat off
to offer to highest bidder...
later in the day, we should take a walk,
up this road and back....to her house and back to mine...
singing.
at the top of our lungs.
it occurred to me recently
that when you have lived on the same island, same province,
same town even...pretty much your whole life...
it affects you.
every walk that i take, every drive,
every left turn,
every right...
i am every age that i have ever been.
on one street, i am 5 waiting for dad to get home from work,
i am 10 buying cigarettes (export a) for my parents and penny candy
at the store across the street,
i am 15 walking with her to burger king, waiting to go to the show...
every street holds a memory
and the capacity to instantly transport me
by a smell, a slant of light, a sound so vague & familiar at once.
it's a funny thing.
anyway, i'm wordy and quiet all at once tonight.
tomorrow is her birthday...
on the way back from our beach, i stopped by to see her...
i rolled the car window and played bon jovi loud...
i found a dead frog and for a second i thought,
i am always looking for a sign...how warped would that be
if you sent me a sign by leaving a dead frog in my path
that instantly reminded me of the time that Davis threw the dead frog
at the men working on the road...and then we took the tires
off his bike and threw them in the field behind my house...heeheehee...remember?
{you wouldn't really send me a dead frog for a sign...would you?}
:)
the heart shaped rock i gave you last year
was still there....
but the wildflowers must have blown away.
this makes me happy...this is how i feel...this is how i want to feel...this is what i want to believe.
wordless wednesday...
tuesday truth
the truth is...
over here, it's not always sunshine and lollipops
and painting rocks to look like toadstools...
i know that's the picture i want to paint,
that it's always pug hugs and belly laughs in the big orange house...
and most of the time it is...
:)
but sometimes, it's not.
sometimes it's stress and deadlines and worry
about the things that are out of your control...
sometimes it's the spinning plates that normally make you
intensely happy
but that also have the capacity to shatter you
when they start to fall...
sometimes it's the realization that only disney mice are cute...
that one little bastard that keeps getting away?
you hate that creepy crawly little jerk with a passion
you didn't know you had....
sometimes it's the frustration of waiting for something
that you think is going to be the fix to all of your problems
only to find out that it is not going to happen as soon as you thought
and now is the time to dig out that back up plan
that you wrote on a napkin in secret code
and hope you remember how to decipher it....
but at the same time...
it is also remembering that these are only blips...
money comes...money goes...
blip.
no, the lilac tree didn't flower but there's a new bleeding heart
you weren't expecting and hostas that a sweet friend
gifted you with...
it's focusing on just doing what you can do...
breathing deep and letting go...
finding something to laugh hard at every day
(even if it is that the damned kamikaze mouse fell
on your daughter while she was sitting on stairs....)
it's being kinder to everyone around you
because it rings true to you to remember that
everyone has their own story going on behind the scenes
and it doesn't cost
anything
to be kind.
it's knowing that you have been here before,
chances are, you will be here again...
and remembering the little piece of truth your mom always told you
"things are always better in the morning".
“You’ll miss the best things if you keep your eyes shut. ”