I’m going out of town, people. I’m LEAVING the computer, it’s true…don’t panic. I plan to visit the Big Apple and will be pleasantly relaxing while watching “Spam-a-lot” over the weekend to celebrate my 40th birthday.
Which reminds me, in light of the weirdness of the WordPress spam filter however, letting through some oddball posts while confining poor poor Babychaos to the spam lock up with the porn sites and inkjet resellers I’m putting the comments on moderation.
I know you are all clamboring to leave me Birthday wishes and I promise to read and cherish each one, when I get back and post them.
Until then, I leave you to your own lives with these words
“spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam”
50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!
51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you’d have better luck understanding Chinese.
71-90: You’ve got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.
91-110: You’re average. It’s easy to predict how you’ll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.
111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.
131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.
150+: Two possibilities - you’ve either out “Dr. Phil-ed” Dr. Phil… or you’re a dirty liar.
For about 20 years I have been considering getting a tattoo. I began sketching ideas out when I was in college. I ran across these recently in fact, tucked into one of my songwriting journals. The designs center mostly around music, punk rock and rebellion. I look at these designs now and am happy that God embued in me some sense of discernment even though I was not even aware of it at the time. When I look back upon what stayed my hand for so long in getting the tattoo I can point to several things…dissatisfaction with the images I was considering, the promise of pain, fear of needles…but about 5 years ago I got a deeper clue into this. I was still pining for a tattoo and beginning, once again to seek out an image with which I was comfortable marrying to my body. Read the rest of this entry »
This is what we do. We think of where we were when it happened, when something awful and unbelievable happened, something that changed our lives so completely that it is then hard to remember what life was like before that.
I was on the couch, having sent my husband off to work and my daughter to preschool. I was nursing my son on the couch and got a phonecall that I needed to turn on the television and so I did. I watched with great horror and utter disbelief. I watched and then I saw the tower fall…I watched still, struggling to make sense of it. I heard words but the images were far clearer than anything being said. My husband called to see if I was watching. We stayed on the phone as the second tower fell. Neither speaking for a long time.
This is what we do, we remember. We hope, we pray, we listen, we observe, we speak, we cry, we watch and we remember.
Writerchick is part of a event which takes time to remember those whose lives were taken on 9/11. I hope you will take a moment to check this out.
As a certified personal trainer I STRONGLy ADVISE you do NOT attempt this at home (or in your healthclub)! That being said, let’s explore the metaphorical implications of a song called “Here it goes again” performed a la synchronized swimming (without the water) on treadmills. Beautiful literary and visual craftsmanship, people…beautiful. The band is called “Ok Go.” Buy their album.
