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Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Run Bunny Run
















See Bunny Run.
Run Bunny Run
See Cat Run
Run Cat Run
Hide Bunny Hide













Poor little Bunny,
Shake Bunny Shake
Heart pounds so loud.
Can I take you home?
Run along little baby bunny,
find your bunny burrow.

I saw your Momma in the field.
Come Momma Come
Take Baby Bunny home.

Thursday, June 02, 2011

Nursery Rhymes





Have you ever noticed how violent the old nursery rhymes are?

"Ladybug, ladybug fly away home, 
Your house is on fire and your children are gone."
or...
"Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after."
then there's...
"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses, And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!"

and of course...
"London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady."

let's not forget...
"Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all."

last but not least...
"There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do!
So she gave them some broth without any bread,
And she whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed!"



Most can be attributed to Mother Goose.
I started to notice this when my daughter was very small and I would say these aloud to her.
Shortly after the realization hit, I stopped.
I never researched the reasons or the meanings, of which I'm sure there are many.

It just kinda creeps me out.

Monday, May 30, 2011

Don't Look Now.















It may be time to face the cold reality, that I know squat. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I feel. I don't know where I've been and I don't know where I'm going. To steal another line from the movie Moonstruck
"my life is going down the toilet."

I never wanted much and I ask for nothing. This is just who I am. Anytime I get close to something I sabotage myself. It's not fun, but I can't seem to help it. I blame it on my parents. It's easier to do that than to own up to my responsibility. But I think it's time to stop that.

I've made some not so great choices, whether they were made out of fear, stupidity, or lack of confidence. Maybe even out of what I thought was love. I made them. I will probably continue to make them, poor choices, that is. I am pretty sure it is fear that paralyzes me. I am afraid of feelings, because people die and leave. I am afraid to ask for what I want because I feel I am not worthy. I am afraid of success and I am afraid of failure.

Don't look now but life is passing me by.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Walkin on Eggshells













If givin the choice of walking on eggshells or walking on glass, I would choose walking on glass. My wit can be sharp, especially when I'm angry, so shards of glass is my preference. As I age it becomes easier to hold my tongue or think before I speak. However, when I feel an injustice has taken place or someone has spoken way out of bounds, I tend to lash out.

I'm in situations where I need to bite my tongue, and speak delicately on a daily basis. It's exhausting. Oh for the drunken days of wild outbursts and acceptance under the guise of alcohol.

I am able to make my point succinctly. If I'm honest with myself I occassionally enjoy being mean.

I'll say this: I can dish it out but I can't take it. So fair warning, if you do something nasty or spiteful, if you treat me poorly, or make fun of me when there's nothing funny about it, take heed. It could take days, months or years but I will not forget, I'm just waiting for the perfect moment.












Friday, May 27, 2011

The Prom
















I never went to my prom. I thought it was stupid, and not cool. So did my boyfriend who was already in college. At least I think I thought it was stupid. When your fifteen, sixteen or seventeen and your older boyfriend says that prom is stupid... well, let's just say, I'm not sure if it was me or him who really thought so.

When I hear people talk about it, every once in awhile, I feel like I missed something.

When I see pictures it just looks silly. It looks like a bunch of children acting grown up. It doesn't seem like it would have been a life altering experience if I had gone.

Now that I am all grown up though, I have occassionally had to say the phrase: "I've never been to a prom." Or "prom" as they now somehow have started to refer to it. Anyway, when I say it outloud it sounds kinda sad to me. Me being the adult that's seeing me as the child.

The only thing I take from all this is...
I want my little girl to go to at least one prom.
Just in case there is something to be missed.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Other Me














I am a calm person. If I was having a Heart Attack I think there's a good chance that the people around me would be unaware of it. Same deal if I were bleeding to death. (aside from red stuff oozing)

Whenever I encounter a physical problem I can here my Mother's voice saying "Oh, that's nothing to worry about." I tend not to take things too seriously. I walked on a broken foot for three days before someone convinced me to see a doctor.

Many years ago I started to get sick. I had a sudden onset of symptoms that made it hard for me to function. I was ingesting something that my body wasn't happy about, but I had no idea what it was. One minute I was fine the next I wasn't. My first symptom was heat, like a surge of electricity that ran through me up to my head. I would start to sweat, feel dizzy, nauseous, my mouth would get dry, and my nose would run. Then the shakes, so bad that when I tried to drink a glass of water it would spill. If I could make it to the ladies room I was prepared for anything. I felt fuzzy and weak, I did not want to be touched or spoken to. My sensitivity to everything peaked. When I checked my reflection in the mirror, it was ghostly. I could make it home, but not with out help. Usually it would exhaust me so that I would fall asleep sitting up, then wake sometime in the middle of the night. It lasted for hours. By morning I would feel as if I had been beaten up.

This continued for months, I slowly eliminated things from my diet and saw a slew of doctors. I was labeled anorexic because I had stopped eating so many various foods and lost so much weight. According to the experts, I was allergic to nothing.

My dad died from stomach cancer shortly after his fortieth birthday. I was forty and I was scared.

I started playing detective. With the help of some brainy science friends, we determined I had an allergy to Sulfites. A year later Sulfites were banned as a food preservative and made illegal. Wines were labeled if they contained Sulfites. I no longer had to fear eating out or going to a catered affair.

I had passed the age of forty and I was still here.

A few years ago I had dinner out with a friend and I felt the electrical surge rise to my brain. My heart sank. How could this be? It must be nerves, am I nervous? Well I sure as hell am now. It happened at least six more times. I guess I'm naive, because I kept blaming myself, after all, if the stuff is illegal how could it get into the food and make me so sick? I felt embarrassed, but I also felt like I was going to die. What do you say when you're not an alarmist? How do you make it sound as serious as you feel without causing worry? What do you do when you can barely function but want to appear normal? Geez, I don't want to be labeled a party pooper.

So, I act as normal as humanly possible. I say I don't feel so good (again). I worry people think I'm a hypochondriac, and then I get the hell home. The other me would stay all night, dance til dawn, and be the last one to leave. But that ain't happenin under these conditions. Truth is I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.

I related my story to a friend. Without hesitation he said what I had been experiencing was Anaphylactic Shock. That sounds way too scary a thing to have gone through as many times as I had. People go to the hospital for that sort of thing. My throat never constricted and no other swelling occurs, maybe I just never ingested enough of the allergen. Maybe it wasn't Anaphylactic Shock, but it certainly is a shock to my system and to anyone who has witnessed it. I must admit there is a part of me that wants it to be.

Maybe I would take myself more seriously.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Road Rage














There are far too many variables to get caught up in road rage.

For instance, the other day I was behind a car that was behind a school bus, the light was green. The school bus turned and stopped mid turn to let the kids off. (is that legal?) Of course the drivers behind had no warning that the bus driver would stop mid turn. The light changed and the bus road off. The car in front of me was too close to the corner. A pick up truck came around the corner, and yelled out the window at the driver of the car in front of me.

Sometimes we just get stuck in situations we have no control over. Why do people assume that people are out to do the wrong thing. How many times have I gotten stuck in an intersection because it looks like the car in front of me is moving right along, but then it isn't.

Not everyone drives the same route everyday, not everyone knows about that particular roadway or if you have time to make it through that particular light. Maybe someone coming towards you has glare in their eyes. Maybe they slam on their breaks because an animal ran in front of the car. And yes, maybe they even have a "baby on board".

Think before you start yelling, pay attention...get off your cell phone.