Monday, August 31, 2009

Sleepdriving away

Sitting on the ledge. Praying to be pushed over.
Drained by the sad songs that make my heart ache fiercely.
Surprised by reactions.
Stronger than I give myself credit for and I hear it in my voice as I comfort my mother.
Anger seeps in from those that hold me dear.
Frozen in fear.
The numbness dissolved by incomprehension makes the darkness intimidating. I will force myself to march or stumble through it.
Scrapes, bruises and blood.
My despondent heart will not go unscathed.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Piece of me

In the excitement of starting our vacation, Strawberry took a tumble down our hardwood stairs. Of course, being a no good, capitalizing mommy blogger, I offered her five bucks to create a scandalous video for your entertainment!

She must have had too many Tim Hortons Iced Capps before her UFC promo spot because she’s talking super quickly. If you can’t make it out, she is saying, "Hey y'all. Would you want a piece of me? I'd like a piece of you! Bop! Daa! Gah! You should see the other guy..."

Money well spent!