I posted this to my Facebook page awhile back and am not sure why it never made its way here. Kristin over at Acufit tells more eloquently than I ever could why we all should watch it daily.
single momma of 12+ years who finds sanity pedaling, kickboxing, running (preferably not in circles), and practicing yoga. this space is a smattering of my thoughts, rants, reflections and reality on any given day about mostly those topics and sometimes whatever floats my boat...like bleu cheese, naps, great hugs and marketing things. There are no perfect themes, fairy tales or mincing of words. if you cannot deal with an occasional cuss word you should probably just keep on keeping on.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
he grows
I shared a glass of wine with a new single momma friend last night and she lamented at my son being amazingly well behaved, attentive and polite.
I agreed and told her I felt it was mainly a product of him being constantly surrounded by a gaggle of strong, amazing women.
She responded that he appears better trained than 99% of of the men out there, and at age 11?!?
Then, after a few seconds of silence I replied: if he ever gets a controlling, shitty girlfriend, I swear to God I will rip her head off.
And I took another gulp of my wine.
I agreed and told her I felt it was mainly a product of him being constantly surrounded by a gaggle of strong, amazing women.
She responded that he appears better trained than 99% of of the men out there, and at age 11?!?
Then, after a few seconds of silence I replied: if he ever gets a controlling, shitty girlfriend, I swear to God I will rip her head off.
And I took another gulp of my wine.
Friday, August 20, 2010
quotable
find life experiences and swallow them whole. travel. meet many people. go down some dead ends and explore dark alleys. try everything. exhaust yourself in the glorious pursuit of life.
- lawrence k. fish
- lawrence k. fish
Friday, August 13, 2010
flooded
Pardon the interruption but my little town is under water...literally. Fortunately, my house is not in a flood plain and I only had about a foot of water in my (unfinished) basement.
My BFF, her house is also NOT in a flood plain, brand new, beautifully finished and had 10 feet of water in the basement in a matter of minutes. She lost everything: heater, wiring, wedding photos, baby books, music.
It's a mess over here. A smelly mess at that.
110 degree heat index isn't helping...nor is the rain that continues to fall. We're on a emergency boil alert for water...and people are hoarding the supplies being shipped in.
Amazing to see how something like this brings out peoples' absolute best...and worst behaviors.
My BFF, her house is also NOT in a flood plain, brand new, beautifully finished and had 10 feet of water in the basement in a matter of minutes. She lost everything: heater, wiring, wedding photos, baby books, music.
It's a mess over here. A smelly mess at that.
110 degree heat index isn't helping...nor is the rain that continues to fall. We're on a emergency boil alert for water...and people are hoarding the supplies being shipped in.
Amazing to see how something like this brings out peoples' absolute best...and worst behaviors.
Friday, August 6, 2010
M Ward: Chinese Translation
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met a old, old man
beneath a weeping willow tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he sang for me this song
See I once was a young fool like you
afraid to do the things
that I knew I had to do
So I played an escapade just like you
I played an escapade just like you
I sailed a wild, wild sea
climbed up a tall, tall mountain
I met an old, old man
he sat beneath a sapling tree
He said now if you got some questions
go and lay them at my feet
but my time here is brief
so you'll have to pick just three
And I said
What do you do with the pieces of a broken heart
and how can a man like me remain in the light
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long
and then the sun went down
and he played for me this song
M Ward: One Hundred Million Years
This river that we ride
Has always been alive
O my soul one hundred million years
This river that we ride
Will roll on when we die
O my soul one hundred million years
And this love, this light
Between you and I
Is older than that burning ball of fire up in the sky
And the gale that fills our sails
The lights that shine tonight
Have always been alive
O my soul one hundred million years
The lights that shine tonight
Will burn on when we die
O my soul one hundred million years
And this love, this light
Between you and I
Is older than that burning ball of fire up in the sky
And the gale that fills our sails
Has always been alive
O my soul one hundred million years
This river that we ride
Will roll on when we die
O my soul one hundred million years
And this love, this light
Between you and I
Is older than that burning ball of fire up in the sky
And the gale that fills our sails
The lights that shine tonight
Have always been alive
O my soul one hundred million years
The lights that shine tonight
Will burn on when we die
O my soul one hundred million years
And this love, this light
Between you and I
Is older than that burning ball of fire up in the sky
And the gale that fills our sails
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
another ragbrai complete
Another Ragbrai comes..another Ragbrai goes. Not sure how many this is for me...thirteen...fourteen? Doesn't matter, they keep on getting funnier. They continue to amaze me in utter unpredictability.
Videos, photos, and commentary are forthcoming. Quote of the week was never topped after the first night...nor were the schooners and loose meat sandwiches and the stench of ass at the place that served them. But it's not every day you find schooners, and those other categories aren't really categories at all.
The winning quote, taking top honors among some other very funny stuff that came spilling from peoples' mouths:
"You're opening your mouth, and there is something coming out...but it is not words. It is something that is bending and folding. You need to ANNNNNNUNCIATE!"
To be continued...
Videos, photos, and commentary are forthcoming. Quote of the week was never topped after the first night...nor were the schooners and loose meat sandwiches and the stench of ass at the place that served them. But it's not every day you find schooners, and those other categories aren't really categories at all.
The winning quote, taking top honors among some other very funny stuff that came spilling from peoples' mouths:
"You're opening your mouth, and there is something coming out...but it is not words. It is something that is bending and folding. You need to ANNNNNNUNCIATE!"
To be continued...
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