This is my attempt to rise to the Poetisphere Limerick Challenge.
There once was a man from Nantucket
who said, "Here's the oyster, now shuck it!"
His wife was pissed,
and feeling quite dissed
took the man's bucket and chucked it!
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Sunday, January 8, 2006
strange search terms
Strangest search term used to find my blog:
"pixelated breasts extreme home makeover"
"pixelated breasts extreme home makeover"
Foreign photography
I have no idea what any of the entries on this blog say, because I don't speak Portuguese, but the photography kicks ass.
Outlasting Moths
Outlasting Moths is a blog that was recommended to me by a poet friend. I like her work very much, I particularly like Prayer and would love to tell her her so, but she doesn't allow comments, and lists no email address - so here's to hoping she sees this post!
Saturday, January 7, 2006
Kids and guns
When my two oldest children were very young, I swore that they'd never have toy guns. Guns are not toys and children shouldn't be led to believe that they are, ever. Of course, everyone thought I was crazy and would contradict me at every gift-giving holiday or birthday, and buy them a toy gun of one sort or another. My worry was always that they'd get a hold of the real thing, and not know the difference and mistake it for a toy, and shoot themselves or someone else. I fought it for years, argued and raised hell on many an occasion. Eventually, I was basically overruled and somewhere along the line, guns became allowed by proxy. Apparently, society says boys just should have a gun, a toy gun, a BB gun, some sort of gun, lest they grow up to lack manliness.
I am also against guns in homes where there are children. It isn't that I don't believe in our constitutional rights, it's that I don't believe that people are responsible enough, or constantly aware enough to have guns and children in their homes at the same time, and keep the kids safe from the guns. My 14 yr old son Kory came to me today with a story that reminded me why I feel this way. He was on the phone with a friend of his who had just told him that a friend of theirs from school, a 13 year old boy, was shot in the head yesterday by his 10 yr old sister.
There were 4 children and a gun in the home - with no adult supervision. I will never know what the circumstances were, whether the gun was locked up or not, because let's face it, teenagers are old enough to unlock a guncase. We'll never know if it was loaded or unloaded, because they could have done that too. All we'll really know is that there are 2 parents whose world was torn apart by the loss of a child, there's a 10 year old little girl who will live the rest of her life with the knowledge that she killed her brother, there are three children who have to deal with that experience, that mental image, that memory. What we know is - an entire family was devastated in a matter of a split second, and all because of the mixture of children and a gun.
I am also against guns in homes where there are children. It isn't that I don't believe in our constitutional rights, it's that I don't believe that people are responsible enough, or constantly aware enough to have guns and children in their homes at the same time, and keep the kids safe from the guns. My 14 yr old son Kory came to me today with a story that reminded me why I feel this way. He was on the phone with a friend of his who had just told him that a friend of theirs from school, a 13 year old boy, was shot in the head yesterday by his 10 yr old sister.
There were 4 children and a gun in the home - with no adult supervision. I will never know what the circumstances were, whether the gun was locked up or not, because let's face it, teenagers are old enough to unlock a guncase. We'll never know if it was loaded or unloaded, because they could have done that too. All we'll really know is that there are 2 parents whose world was torn apart by the loss of a child, there's a 10 year old little girl who will live the rest of her life with the knowledge that she killed her brother, there are three children who have to deal with that experience, that mental image, that memory. What we know is - an entire family was devastated in a matter of a split second, and all because of the mixture of children and a gun.
Another
I saw a shooting star tonight - I didn't make a wish. Whoever it is that makes wishes come true already knows what I'd wish for anyway. Besides, I don't believe in wishes.
It was cold out there, I'll tell you that. Winter almost makes an appearance every once in a while, mostly at night - it's been like 60 for the better part of the last week or two, but it was only like 29 last night, and it doesn't feel much warmer than that out there right now. I hope it gets cold soon, real cold, and stays that way for a few weeks or so, otherwise, this spring and summer are going to be a mosquito melee.
It was also dark. Have I ever told you guys that I'm terrified of the dark? Yup, I'm afraid of the dark, especially outside... And the train horn still freaks me out every time one comes by when I'm out there at night. Go ahead, laugh at me, it's ok - Scott does it all the time. I can't help it, I'm a wuss - a wuss with an overactive imagination that gets freaky mental images of evil creatures being carried in on the whistle of the train. It'd be great stuff for some stupid gothic type vampire sci-fi story wouldn't it? Someday I'll even explain what that's all about, but not right now.
While I was out there I wrote a poem, but I think I left it out there or something. It sure as hell didn't come in with me. I hate when that happens.
Can you believe we're already a week into January? Just think, another six months and I'll even remember to write 2006 instead of 2005. Maybe. Another year to look forward to, or another year to beat the hell out of me. It'll be one or the other. Can't wait to find out.
Friday, January 6, 2006
confessions
So I've been distracting myself with the silliness I've been posting, but the truth is that I'm still falling apart inside and trying to survive on denial.
Nova is so perfect, so healthy and strong, and having him home makes it easy to pretend that there's nothing wrong with him. Then someone or something will remind me and it all comes crashing down again. It was hard, devestating, to lose Alexis, I loved her - but she never came home, I never "knew" her. With Donovan, he is a part of our family, bringing him home makes him "mine" in a way that Alexis never was, and I don't know how to take him back now, how to face the possibility of losing him now.
And so I vascillate back and forth from the super-highs of new-mom happiness where every grunt and grumble is newsworthy event (I didn't tell you guys, he SMILED at me yesterday, and he's starting to coo!) - and the terrified gut-wrenching lows where I picture this all going like it did with Alexis, only worse. It's like being manic depressive, only with a psychotic twist...
This is too hard, I'm not this strong, but life doesn't give us any options sometimes, and here I am doing it, whether it's too hard or not, because this isn't a multiple choice question.
He has the most beautiful smile, and the absolute most adorable perplexed look where he furrows his brow and looks like he's about to say "whatchoo talkin bout Willis?!" I hurt knowing what he's facing, what he's going to have to go through, and it kills me to know that there's nothing I can do to make things better for him.
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