My recurring ad in the Google gmail for today:
"National Guard: This is the moment to serve again."
What the?
Seriously. I'm okay without the National Guard right now. I've only been out since November and I'm still arguing with them about why I've been charged for life insurance for December and January. When. I. Wasn't. In. The. Guard.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
The dreams we dream for our children
This morning was a "dress-up" day at Big T's preschool. I begged him to wear what I call a "Miami Vice" shirt (It's silky fabric with a bold pattern...) and he agreed with the promise of jelly beans.
"But it's not a Miami Vice shirt." he said. "It's a guitar shirt. NO, no, wait, it's a drum shirt."
Apparently, F was horrified because I got this email and photo when I arrived at work:
"Drummer? Ha! That's T**** H*****, marketing rep. U.S. region Marshall Amplification, also A&R development for MCA records. ;) What a good looking kid! "
"But it's not a Miami Vice shirt." he said. "It's a guitar shirt. NO, no, wait, it's a drum shirt."
Apparently, F was horrified because I got this email and photo when I arrived at work:
"Drummer? Ha! That's T**** H*****, marketing rep. U.S. region Marshall Amplification, also A&R development for MCA records. ;) What a good looking kid! "
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Last night
Last night
Stuck in a dream in which my old homestead is deranged
and nothing looks familiar anymore
not the trees.
not even the faces i love
I awaken to a sound
very real
but so different from my dream that it is hard to adjust.
I move to the sound like I do through water
slow, clumsy and unsure
It is the voice of a boy calling out to someone
to see a face he loves
"Mommy. Mommy."
He calls out to me
in our homestead, not new, but the one imprinted on him
like a pond is for a baby duck
I leave the dream behind and move towards today;
eager.
fast, steady and sure
Stuck in a dream in which my old homestead is deranged
and nothing looks familiar anymore
not the trees.
not even the faces i love
I awaken to a sound
very real
but so different from my dream that it is hard to adjust.
I move to the sound like I do through water
slow, clumsy and unsure
It is the voice of a boy calling out to someone
to see a face he loves
"Mommy. Mommy."
He calls out to me
in our homestead, not new, but the one imprinted on him
like a pond is for a baby duck
I leave the dream behind and move towards today;
eager.
fast, steady and sure
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Munders
M in T's unders.
Some people have said that her constant demand to wear T's underpants indicates a desire to be potty-trained.
I don't believe a word of it.
Some people would look at the instance just a few days ago where she took off her diaper, went over to the corner of her room, disposed of something, came back to me, tugged on my pant leg pointed and said, "I peed over there." and think that indicates a desire to be potty-trained.
Pshaw. I don't think so.
Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent.
I am not ready to potty-train her and therefore she MUST NOT have a desire to be potty-trained yet. It is nice to have my head in the sand.
It is cool down here.
I don't believe a word of it.
Some people would look at the instance just a few days ago where she took off her diaper, went over to the corner of her room, disposed of something, came back to me, tugged on my pant leg pointed and said, "I peed over there." and think that indicates a desire to be potty-trained.
Pshaw. I don't think so.
Not gonna do it. Wouldn't be prudent.
I am not ready to potty-train her and therefore she MUST NOT have a desire to be potty-trained yet. It is nice to have my head in the sand.
It is cool down here.
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