My Super-Pet

My super pet… super, over and above, pet…

I guess it would start with a bichon dog (fuzzy, white and chuck full of weirdo) and toss in a bit of quarter horse (hey, what better than to ride your perfect pet) and the appetite of a gold fish… that way you wouldn't have to have a ton of ground to graze it on, or a ton of dog food to feed it. maybe if it could swim like a gold fish… it would be cool too.

What's More Important

A store with live fish for sale, vicinity of Natchitoches, La. (LOC)

What is more important? Neither.

If I could choose… I would live in a cabin… in the forest… with a porch overlooking the mountains and porch overlooking the beach on an ocean or really really big lake (like Superior, or Huron or Erie) but all in all… it really doesn't matter where you live or what you do… it matters how you live.

I could get all philosophical… and say that you should live this way or you should live that way… but why? You know how you should live. You aren't an idiot.

What matters most to me?

Making sure that I'm "there" for my family, i know that we would starve and live in a box under a bridge if I didn't have a job, so I can't be physically there all the time, but I'm there when it really matters and I'm there when I can be even when I don't figure it matters.

It matters that I've started to really center myself and take care of myself.

It matters that my kids know that there are no girl toys there are no boy toys there are just toys and no matter what it is they want to play with (within legal reason… ) they can and it is okay to do that.

I don't care how they dress (okay, okay… in public I care THAT they dress… but again, within reason I don't care what they wear) or how they choose to adorn themselves. They are good kids and that is what matters.

The world may say I'm wrong.

Many people probably do.

I know that lots and lots of people believe that it INCREDIBLY matters what you do for a living… but I can't care that much about making other people happy anymore.

I know that it matters where I live, but because it would be wonderful to be near to more people who matter… but in that case, again… it is less where, and more how…

I guess I didn't quite grasp the spirit of the question…

The Beginning of My Memoir

Weird faces/ people – DIGITAL COLLAGE SHEET – Free for personal use

It is all about the journey… whether the journey is a literal trip, or simply the trip from one day to the next, one moment to the next, one heartbeat to the next. This is my journey… my journey from skinny scab kneed tom boy who spent all of her free time either reading about the wonders of other people's lives (hello Ramona the Brave… Hello Stormy Misty's Foal… hello Edgar Allen Poe) or writing all of the unusual things that flutter around in my brain.

I've always been a little left of center… a little more marching to my own drummer than to other people's expectations… I colored outside the lines… I broke my crayons… I LIVED outside of the box… and to this day, I continue to do my own thin, in my own way… deal with it.

This Poem Is Brought to You By the Letter S

Sunset balloon flight

she sees

sun sinking

soon setting

slowly

soft… sweaty

scorching softwood

subordinate skyline

sea sizzles

smooth sundown

snuggly sigh

The Funniest Thing I've Ever Heard a Child Say

When my son, Adam, was about 3 years old, we went to see Oglebay Christmas Lights… one of the features was a laser light show… they played wonderful music (Manheim Steamroller) and had fabulous lights dancing on the ceiling… one of the dancing lights was a candy cane but you could see the "cube" that was around it as a very faint outline…

Adam… in his infinite precocious-ness… instantly cracked up the entire audience by saying…

"oooo… mommy… Jello"

and it looked like the finger jello cubes that you can make (and that i used to make often for the kids, particularly when they were feeling crappy)…

Everyone made such a fuss over him because it was such a cute thing to say… and such a true use of his budding imagination.