The deeper and deeper and I get, the more and more detached I am. I wasn't made to stay. I was made to go. I have to stay for now. But eventually I will go. I will live on a little and give all I have to something else more worthy. I will be an American, but not in America. I want to take one friend with me.

some things I needed to look up:

deficit vs. national debt (where was wikipedia when I was failing Econ?)

krumping vs. crunking (geez! watch what you teenagers say!)

When Maggie was a baby and had no idea what I was talking about, I used to tell her long lists of things that I love her more than. I love you more than limes, I love you more than new jeans, I love you more than Van Gogh, I love you more than my last promotion, I love you more than fresh laundry. Now I just tell her regularly that I love her more ( Read more... )

I could live on Memory Lane.

me to you via FB: Yes it's me from homestore. I sent you purple velvet via interoffice mail.
you to me on FB: Quite possibly The Greatest Thing Ever.

Someday my life might be as -- interesting -- as it once was. Lucky me, I have so many delicious memories.

Just opened a mini Cliff bar, chocolate brownie flavor, and it actually looks like doo doo ( Read more... )

No good.
That's what I'm up to.
No good.
So satisfying.
So.
No good.

I used to work for these people in corporate America and it used to bug me when they would change their mind and I would have to re-do things again and again. I was on salary and I had to be there day after day and year after year and I didn't want to be bothered with silly changes or "go back to the way it was the first time you showed it to us, ( Read more... )

About halfway through her second swimming lesson, my little fish screamed for me. Loud. I walked over to the fence that separates the pool from the waiting area for parents. Miss Theresa was holding her in a backfloat. But from the stiffness of Maggie's body, you would have thought she was being dipped in fry oil. I waved and gave her a thumbs up. ( Read more... )

like a pint of Haagen Daz vanilla ice cream

Much to my surprise, when I picked up Maggie from daycare yesterday she was wearing the same shorts, shoes and socks that she had on when I dropped her off that morning. I say surprise because the norm lately is to find my little raggamuffin in mix-matched clothes or someone's borrowed shoes, and a whole bag of potty accident shorts and princess ( Read more... )