Monday, May 15, 2006

Rambling and Mothering Day

So, I have stuff I ought to be doing--scrapbooking, making tags, cuddling my baby, sleeping--and yet, here I am drawn inexplicably back to this window, trying perhaps to reconnect with the world outside that hasnt heard much from me for a bit. Its hard to get back in the groove of writing. To think my own thoughts about random things and feel okay about using my time to collect them in a little basket and set them down here for all to see.

Yes, its like getting sea legs or riding a bicycle. A bit rusty, a little squeaky and perhaps irritatingly slow to those who breeze past. But since there is no quick solution for this except to drum on and ploddingly write drivel and nonsense until my senses return to me, i type on. Stream of conciousnesss writing is never a pretty sight and I am guessing that I have no readers here anymore anyway so it matters very little how boring this must be to read. Because as I type on, I can feel my fingers quicken and my sense heighten. I can ignore the grumbing in my belly and the strains of Dora's theme song has faded into the background of my periphery sense. The thrum of the computer's fan drives my breath and I feel a bit exhilerated at having said nothing and yet accomplished a lot.

Today was a wonderful day. It was my Mother's Day. My lovey brought me home and a card with a beautiful pot of cyclamen flowers awaited me on the table. And more good news--he was accepted into the apprenticeship program at the college and so will get into the trade that he wanted (Electrical!) and it makes me so relieved that things are finally coming together. Dinner--baby back ribs, garlic mashed potatoes and garlic toast and a tall frosty glass of peach slushie--and quality alone time with my husband and suddenly I was ready to pick my children up fromtheir dayhome and plunge back into it all.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Last crappy non-post, I promise

I just couldn't resist.

LITERATURE ABUSE: AMERICA'S HIDDEN PROBLEM
SELF-TEST FOR LITERATURE ABUSERS

How many of these apply to you?

1. I have read fiction when I was depressed or to cheer myself up.
2. I have gone on reading binges of an entire book or more in a day.
3. I read rapidly, often 'gulping' chapters.
4. I have sometimes read early in the morning or before work.
5. I have hidden books in different places to sneak a chapter without
being seen.
6. Sometimes I avoid friends or family obligations in order to read
novels.
7. Sometimes I re-write film or television dialog as the characters
speak.
8. I am unable to enjoy myself with others unless there is a book
nearby.
9. At a party, I will often slip off unnoticed to read.
10. Reading has made me seek haunts and companions which I would
otherwise avoid.
11. I have neglected personal hygiene or household chores until I
have finished a novel.
12. I have spent money meant for necessities on books instead.
13. I have attempted to check out more library books than permitted.
14. Most of my friends are heavy fiction readers.
15. I have sometimes passed out from a night of heavy reading.
16. I have suffered 'blackouts' or memory loss from a bout of reading.
17. I sometimes read without a donut in one hand.
18. I do crossword puzzles in pen when there isn't a pencil handy.
19. I have spent hours trying to program TiVO only to record Oprah
when it's her book club.
20. I eat biscotti at Borders, even though it tastes terrible, so
I can disguise my reading habit.
21. I have wept, become angry or irrational because of something
I read.
22. I have sometimes wished I did not read so much.
23. Sometimes I think my reading is out of control.
24. Amazon knows my credit card number.

Not sooo evil...am I??

You Are 64% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.
Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.