So I married Moses. I don't say that because I'm religiously fixated in my marital brain. In fact, the concept is new to me. I learned this at my Uncle's house during my brother's farewell cookout. (Which, by the way, I'm planning a trip far away so I can have a barbeque too. Mom says to wait til the hype dies down.)
Him (Moses) and my brother (the star of the cookout) were throwing their air into floaties for the children's pool celebration (you know, farewell cookout and all).
My cousin (the first one) seeing Him slightly winded (airing up floatie #2) rallied Him "Come on, Moses!"
Perhaps this icon title is owed to all the hair on Him's face. Yet I am just thrilled with the news. I married Moses!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I'm Thinking, Leave a Message
It seems to me that, although I am very young still, I do have a tendancy to think very sluggishly. Trickling through the cracks of time, I find myself looking backward: Once, Twice, Thrice. Is that a complete thought I see back there from yesterday?
My brother having left home for a voyage Far Away has kept me thinking in more sporatic bursts of vigor, leaving me open to new ideas, but still lacking creativity home-wise.
Thoughts scramble around each other in my tiny head: Will Him eat all the Dark Chocolate Dreams (chocolate peanut butter)? Why didn't I buy five jars instead of one (chocolate peanut butter)? Where DID all these books come from anyway? And - Why do I still have them in my possession (the books)?
How is it that in this simple mind-frame I become less and less opinionated and more increasingly TENSE. Watching my demeanor should notify even the stranger: I'M THINKING - TAKE A NUMBER. This can't possibly be healthy for me nor for Them (my public, that is).
Punctuation relocates all over my thought-process leaving me confused? Why is there a question mark there! Who. Did. This. Anyway.
You may find good reason in such babblish thoughts, yet I am left editing Yesterday's Script. Hello? Please leave a message - I am thinking.
My brother having left home for a voyage Far Away has kept me thinking in more sporatic bursts of vigor, leaving me open to new ideas, but still lacking creativity home-wise.
Thoughts scramble around each other in my tiny head: Will Him eat all the Dark Chocolate Dreams (chocolate peanut butter)? Why didn't I buy five jars instead of one (chocolate peanut butter)? Where DID all these books come from anyway? And - Why do I still have them in my possession (the books)?
How is it that in this simple mind-frame I become less and less opinionated and more increasingly TENSE. Watching my demeanor should notify even the stranger: I'M THINKING - TAKE A NUMBER. This can't possibly be healthy for me nor for Them (my public, that is).
Punctuation relocates all over my thought-process leaving me confused? Why is there a question mark there! Who. Did. This. Anyway.
You may find good reason in such babblish thoughts, yet I am left editing Yesterday's Script. Hello? Please leave a message - I am thinking.
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