Words

My little nieces were sleeping over. CR is four and Lee will be two in May. We had moved the baby's crib up to my bedroom, so she could sleep there. CR had elected to sleep with my sister in her bed. Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard Lee rolling around and murmuring. She had a cold and she was whining and saying "Mumma". It was strange, since she usually sleeps like a rock. I waited a few minutes to see if she'd fall back asleep, and when she didn't, I reluctantly got out of bed. I leaned into her crib and she immediately stood up and reached up with her little arms. I was exhausted, and I picked her up, wiped her nose, and carried her into bed with me. I have a habit of talking to children as if they are adults, and understand the concepts associated with what I am saying. I said to the baby, "It's not play time, it's bed time okay?" She nodded her head and said "mmm-hmm," which she had just learned. She murmured to me in ba

I heard the words before I heard you I had not really listened Then like children they were new Day to next and then different Sharks in words swimming in my mind Run, run, run like rabbits no end These words were always more yours than they were mine I'd like you to take them back again

I heard the words before I heard you But I never really listened And then I heard the words like new I listened to them different They were not my words at the start They will not be at the end Sometimes I wish I never heard the words And wish I could give them back again

Someone asked me last week "What did you give up for Lent?" I replied, my eyebrows furrowed, "Nothing." The person then, kind of jokingly, said "What kind of Catholic are you?" And that got me thinking... I did give up saying the f-word for Lent. I substituted it with "friggin" and was told "You can't substitute it if you're thinking the word!" That of course, made no sense to me, as I am a pretty firm believer in you CAN'T be punished, or even HELD RESPONSIBLE for your thoughts, just how you act on them. I told this person in the snarky way that I often enjoy - "Fine, I'll give up ALL THE F-WORDS just so you're not suspicious I'm even THINKING f-words." So, for about a day and a half, I managed to go without saying ANY f-word. It was actually, pretty difficult. Since Lent began last Wednesday I have avoided the two things I really meant to give up, which were saying the f-word (the bad one...) an

In the spirit of Lent, I decided to give up taking God's name in vain, and the f-word. Not just the obvious f-word... ALL OF THEM. More to come on this breaking story.

I just saw a three car pile up The efficient Honda - Calculation The old Buick - Fear The great big Dodge - Fight, fight, fight It looked like the Honda was totally wrecked The Buick looked pretty bad  And the Dodge looked like it was fine But I heard later the guy in Honda, Walked away without a scratch. The Buick needs a lot of work, But insurance will cover it. The Dodge looked fine. But I guess it was totalled. It really didn't look that bad at first. Crazy.

The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury. ~ Marcus Aurelius