"I just discovered something, Mommy. Wipe-off markers don't wipe off wood."
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I was pissed off that this was going to be my movie, to the tune of an eye roll and an “Aw, geez! A kids' movie?!” Eighty minutes later I was wiping away a tear mumbling something about “Ohana means family (sniff)...”
Now I am not going to sit here and tell you that I have fallen in love with the evil poodle. Nor would I be surprised to discover it had connections to alien life forms. But I will admit that after eight days of feeding her and throwing her ball around the yard, she is almost, kind of, a little, cute when she bounds back with the slimy tennis ball and her ears bouncing; she likes to sit in my lap; and she's stopped barking so damn much. Mrs. Johnson is home. My flight has landed.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 09, 2010
my mama moved among the days
like a dreamwalker in a field;
seemed like what she touched was hers
seemed like what touched her couldn't hold,
she got us almost through the high grass
then seemed like she turned around and ran
right back in
right back on in
(1936 - 2010)
Friday, May 07, 2010
Thursday, May 06, 2010
Wednesday, May 05, 2010
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
after so many years, he,
close to deaf, she, having to shout
her love to him: Your shirts are pressed!
And the perfume smelling like cooking oil...
Saturday, May 01, 2010
How different can it be?? Ireland, Shmireland.
circa summer 1998 - the kitsch tour east to west. Mike getting his geek on in a field of concrete corn. Who could resist such superior demonstrations of geekness? So naturally, I married him.
Check the cut-offs on us both. Smoooooth.