i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
"Life is too short so love the one ya got . . ."

Well, i survived. i cleaned up Roni's room from top to bottom and i'm considering hanging stuff from the ceiling . . . i threw away so much crap that i can't believe we cleaned that out around Thanksgiving! We put all the 'food' in the 'kitchen' along with the 'dishes' and i swear if i see another naked Barbie there WILL be a bonfire . . . i could cheerfully strangle the sick puppies who keep buying that shit for Roni. Six years old and she already wants to know if her butt is too big and "Where is my waist?" This from the little girl who thinks i am beautiful. She said she wants to grow up beautiful "just like you, Mommy!" i am 80lbs over weight, for crying out loud! (now, this in no way means i think i'm hideous, but i do aspire for a healthier figure . . . and one i find more attractive. in fact, i think it is a severely self-critical trait in many women, but i know several women bigger that i that i think are gorgeous and they say the same exact thing!) Not that i guess it matters all that much as i have it on good authority that i am luffed and needed round here, so i can't move to Australia. i am special, i'd be missed! Oh, well, i guess we have heard enough of that!

Yesterday, i was the queen of the world with a dandelion in my hair! Roni played and watched TV for a while and i updated some pages and i know that it's nowhere near done, but i was being rushed! At least you can see my little monster in a perfect moment of attitude! She is so cute! Then, we went outside with her bike and she learned and perfected her circles. The first few times she was trying to turn too tight and fell once, but i just yelled, "Hey! Goofy! When the bike starts to wobble, you put your foot down!" from my place on the porch and she did just fine. Funny, but she doesn't cry as much . . . B R A T . . . when she doesn't have an audience . . . B R A T . . . yeah, i wonder where she learned that . . . B R A T . . ? i am thinking i've see that tactic somewhere else . . . B R A T! Maybe it was my little sister, Brat! (is that enough love for one little girl, guys? no, not the six-year-old, the nineteen-year-old! stop by and see her and maybe she'll update with the status of her ordeal tomorrow.)

i just really want to say hi to all of you out there that read me. So . . . "Hi!"

That's it, show's over, move along now . .


how about some Sublime?
Go find "Caress Me Down" and "What i Got"
lovin' it!


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confessed on 2001-02-08