An introspective and incredibly narcissistic overview of... ummm... yeah...whatever I decide to enter.
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Her cheeseballs make excellent Christmas gifts
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Saturday, June 28, 2003
My kid looks like a neaderthal. She was running, fumbling, full-tilt (as toddlers often do) and ran head-first into the table. I mean, I thought she broke the table she hit so hard. Instantly she had a goosegg the SIZE of a goosegg, bruised, nose bleeding. I about passed out. Naturally, I panic and rush her to the ER. She's fine in the car and then proceeded to run and play all over the ER. Mom met me there and we both agreed she was probably just fine. Her eyes were fine, she wasn't vomiting or acting like she was sleepy. When the nurse told me it would be at least a 3 hour wait, that clinched it. So, I took her home. Poor kid. She's definitely going to have two black eyes and a big 'ole knot right between the eyes, but at least I have the first big scare out of the way. My birthday is tomorrow, and instead of aging one year I have aged 5....just today.
On another note, I think I fucked up. I took a pic of her after the accident because I wanted D to see it and, like an idiot, I sent it to the baby's Dad. What was I thinking??? Talk about ammo. Then again....I know his Hotmail password and can just go in and delete it later. *Insert evil grin here* Good thing he doesn't know I know it.
But, hey, it has finally stopped raining. Granted, the mosquitoes are the size of pteradactyls and it really isn't safe to even stick a finger outside without a blood transfusion. At least I'll see the benefit of the exercise I'm getting sprinting to and from the car whenever I want to go anywhere.
I wrote D a poem. Wanna read it? Sure ya do....
Vanilla Sky
Vanilla sky, pink, soft, warm
As my lover’s skin.
Light invades my senses.
Is it true light or love?
Is it emotion or touch?
Tactile memories rule my days.
I welcome the fog, long for the reverie.
Needy soul cries for her touch,
Her Smell,
Her taste.
Can I exist beyond her?
Needing our worlds to meld as one,
I’m entranced day after day.
I live
For her.
For the future she holds.
Yeah, I got the vanilla sky part from the movie, mainly because the beauty of it stuck with me. It's also funny that I can only write decent poetry when plastered. I guess Dylan Thomas had the right idea.
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Things to do in Florida when it's raining........
1) Watch the snakes take refuge on your back porch.
2) Watch the geckos ride on the backs of the snakes that are taking refuge on your back porch.
3) Beat the snakes with a broom when they try to come in your back door.
4) Watch my Mom's Shih Tzu swim out to take a piss.
5) Watch the kids swim in the pool in the rain, in the lightning and wonder where the hell their mothers are.
6) Start a pool with the neighbors on how long it's going to take the lake out back to flood our apartments.
7) Clandestinely build a drainage system to the lake so you win the pool while sandbagging the shit out of your back porch.
8) Use all the dead snakes that have been beaten to death with your broom as filler between the sandbags.
9) Watch TV
10) Bake
11) Watch TV
12) Chase your toddler around fishing all the bugs out of her mouth that are saving themselves from drowning by wedging their way under your door and into your apartment.
13) Gain 15 pounds in two days because there's nothing to fucking do except watch TV and eat everything you've baked.
14) Program the Poison Control Center into your speed dial because you're tired of having to dial the number everytime your toddler eats a beetle, centipede or mole cricket.
15) Set up camp with full view of back door and front door, alternating between beating snakes with a broom and sucking bugs up the bug vacuum, all while watching TV and stuffing chocolate chip cookies into your mouth.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
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