Monday, August 25, 2008


What bonds us and what makes us a circle? All try to answer but none have succeeded. None have succeeded in answering your question is what I mean. A bond is a strong remake of all that we take.
A circle is a circle unbreakable; you can’t go make yourself free
Stuck in the deep. I want tighter. You can’t wow me though, unless you are a fighter strong and true, and until then, my heart is mine

Ruby, age 8

Is this thing on?

Right here. Right now (no, not Jesus Jones). In 2008. There are still people who say: "Eh, I don't like either, I'm not voting. Who's running? Is there cilantro in that guacamole?"

I consider myself a fairly, shall we say, enlightened individual. I accept, respect and generally am like totally into whatever you're into as long as it doesn't cause lasting physical or psychological harm to self or others, you dig? But I just can not friggin' stomach an apathetic voter.

How does this happen? How do people not care about voting? Do they still think it's cool? And that people will find them endlessly whimsical and unfettered by their devil-may-care attitude? 'Cuz I got news for you, if this shit keeps up, there could be another new sheriff in town and his name 'aint "Reggie Hammond", it's mother-fucking John McCain.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Swing, baby!

Within a span of 10 minutes today I was crying, singing, sobbing & yelling like a lunatic.

The person who married me 10 years ago found me between sobbing & yelling and brilliantly suggested we go out to dinner. To which I gently replied: "GOOD! Because if I have to clean up another fucking mess today... GOD DAMNIT!" Commence head-spinning and pea-soup projectile vomiting.

This husband fella has really shown himself to me these last few months; and I like it. I am amazed at his ability to evolve and I'm remembering right at this very minute that that's one of the reasons I fell in love with him in the first place. Surely, there must be something magnetic about the bloke for me to go through this hormone fueled, thunder-dome-esqe-odyssey-freak-show of pregnancy again.

The miracle in it all? That we mothers don't end up a ravaged, bloodied, shell of a beast once the baby has taken absolutely everything we have. Who needs sanity?! Ha! Pussies!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

As if breathing weren't hard enough...

Well, for the last 6 months I've been growing limbs. And vital organs. And a brain stem. Oh, and a brain, duh.

How I arrived at this moment of gestation is somewhat of a mystery. I mean, dude! I know what we were doing at the time: chick-aw-yeah!! BABY! But... but... we're so careful. I mean, I've been doing it with the same guy for over 10 years and lemme tell ya: We are pretty-damn-good at not getting pregnant.

Yes. There. I said it. Pregnant.