Bordering manic, prone to episodic flights of joy and terrifying plunges into delusional thinking, a bit squishy around the middle, geared toward the mundane and repetitive, inspired by stink and muck and sneaky fucks in the night, often covered in various fluids of various colors, lacking most social charms and any intelligent conversing, unaware of current events- in fact living in a vortex of absorption that leaves out the rest of the human race to the degree that is might or might not be a good idea to operate a motor vehicle or shop at Target, periodically can be found weeping, talking to self, muttering, laughing hysterically, mooning over random pockets of fat on small people, drooling on chin, waking with a start and clutching own breast, apologizing profusely for clumsiness and forgetfulness bordering on a diagnosis, carrying an expression of extreme dullness and stress, slightly underfed and under-showered, not suitable for public gatherings of any import.
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"What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open " M.R.
she's precocious / and she knows just what it takes / to make the pros blush
The Mr. & Mrs.
what i thought love was is so much less than what it is
Our Pack: Dakota Wolf, Lola Moon, Ian Oliver and our baby, Ever Elizabeth
Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. -Jane Rubietta
you can stand under my umbrella
the light is on for you
My dear child, who can tell? One can only tell that, by remembering something which happened where we lived before; and as we remember nothing, we know nothing about it; and no book, and no man, can ever tell us certainly.
Some couples don’t ask much of one another after they’ve worked out the fundamentals of jobs and children. Some live separate intellectual and cultural lives, and survive, but the most intense, most fulfilling marriages need, I think, to struggle toward some kind of ideological convergence. Norman Rush
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E Pluribus Unum ( Out of Many, One )
"I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings." - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
You are one funny mumma. And. No.
Of course!
Well, I'm receiving messages from my Trader Joe's merchandise (see my blog today), so we might make a wonderful pair. :)
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'sneaky fucks in the night' is the name of my new band
My younger sister waited till she was 38 to have her first kid, 42 for the second. All her life she was perfectly dressed, made-up, coiffed--until that second kid came along. It cracks me up to see her sans make-up in stained clothes, not even a smidge of tan.
I never even thought about the sneaky fucks in the night.
I think it was when my son was around six or seven months that I started to feel like a new sort of normal/sexy. The days before that were puffy and ornery and bizarro. And of course I'd date you!
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just found your blog and am really loving it, and your writing style :)
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HA!!! Love it. You nailed it actually--the way we all feel with teeny little ones about!
shit. don't i know it.
i second this awesome mess we're in :-).
*le gasp!* We're made for each other.
Also, Sneaky Fucks in the Night is a perfect band name; Sex and Spandex was the name of my band before my son. Now it's probably MomPants.X)
I love all the things you say. I'd date you, but only because I'm just as bad.
You have a band?? Wow!
LOL... oh wow. LOVED this!!
you betcha!
Absolutely. And that is the world's most perfect band name.
Hell yes, I do. xo.
LOVE this! And yes, a new band name for sure!
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