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Monk and the Constitution
July 18, 2007
Monk declared chores unconstitutional today. He was so excited after reading this little pocket version of the constitution and declaration of independence that he CALLED ME to tell me that he wouldn't be doing his chores anymore because it is "involuntary servitude."
When I replied that I would no longer be buying his groceries under that same amendment, he insisted that parenthood is voluntary. HA! So I told him if he didn't want to do his chores, he could, instead, write a 5 page essay on the constitution...and that's NOT involuntary servitude, it's COMPULSORY EDUCATION.
:P
The Price of Brotherhood
July 15, 2007
Coley and I are hanging out in my room when Monk barrels in and we have this exchange:
Monk: I've gathered all of the Decemberists CDs and I'm going to have a Decemberist-in-July fest in my room!
Coley: Ooh! Let me in!
Monk: (holding out hand) One dollar please.
Me: I'm not sure how I feel about making your brother pay you a dollar to listen to MY cd's
Coley: (hesitating)
Monk: Well, it's in MY room
Coley: (dashing to his room) I will pay you a quarter! (pause) how many quarters are in a dollar?
Monk: Four
Coley: (rummaging around and running out holding a coin up) how many of THESE are in a dollar?
Monk: TEN.
Me: (pretending to ignore them, trying not to laugh)
***
They are now in there, listening to the Decemberists. Out of my hair and NOT bickering with each other, which is a bargain at any price!
pomes from a walk
July 11, 2007
Birds
The hummingbirds in
my chest have been replaced by
weighty mourning doves.
Mom! Watch THIS!
Cole reminds me to
throw rocks in the water we
marvel at ripples.
Designs
Circles in circles
we make designs as a leaf
boat floats slow as swans.
...
The circles create
diagonal crosshatches
where they intersect.
Cole wrote this one by the waterfall
The wind is blowing niagara falls
cole is throwing, as all.
Time is rhymes, and rhymes are time
and rhymes are timed as cole was throwing
cole was throwing on the shore,
when i wanted to come and knock on his door...
And the end cause life is done
but my life is even better.
(i told him i didn't understand the ending, and he said... It's a
POME...yr not SUPPOSED to understand!)
Bugs
We found the wing of
a dragonfly: Coley put
it in his pocket.
...
I cry a little
Coley says...it's ok, mom...
It'll be ok.
Bug Wing 2, 3, and 4
The wing is veined and
exquisitely fragile, how
did it stay intact?
Cole says the veins are
for the blood and the blood is
for all that flying
we take it home, make
a display of a vital
organ twice removed.
When it rains, it pours...
July 10, 2007
That is actually what the insurance agent told me today when I was calling in a claim on the back window of my van that was mysteriously smashed. (I have a suspicion it was the street sweeper, kicking up large shrapnel...but that could just be because a friend of mine had her van totalled by a street sweeper once, and I saw a street sweeper down the road once I got everyone going this morning.) Yes. This is the same van I have spent about 3200 dollars repairing in the past month.*
Indeed. When it rains it DOES poor. On the bright side, the actual rain here in Austin appears to have abated for now, so I don't have much to worry about with regard to leakage while I figure out how to get this fucker repaired. Also, I don't have a/c, and quite honestly...having no rear window makes it more comfy in the van. So, who knows...maybe I'll just leave it until the rains come again.
hahaha.
I think some people in my life question the sincerity of my brightsiding sometimes. I, myself, sometimes wonder if I'm not masking some deep-seated depression with cursed optimism. But I have to say that once I got over the initial shock of having to deal with YET ANOTHER fucking car problem, all I could do was laugh at my own weird misfortune. I am not at all sure how I feel about fate or any of that shit, but I do tend to believe that things happen for a reason, even if that reason is artificially generated. If I can create a reason for this event, it would sound something like "Quit yr fucking moping around, Lainie...seriously...it's just a car, and it's only life. Fucking DEAL."
Whatever the reason, the result of this latest pseudo-catastrophic event in my life has knocked my ass back to reality. It has made me laugh at myself like I should have been laughing all along. It has caused me to instantaneously and unconsciously reach an understanding and acceptance about the way things happen. There are no words. There are no thoughts. There just is. And when random events cause broken windows, even though it seems like vandalism, even though it seems like it's all about me...I will never know the cause anyway, so I might as well assume it wasn't anything personal.
Ah, life. *sigh* FINE. You win this round. I will return to optimism. I'll abandon my stupid grief and just fucking live. I'll accept things as they happen, because you know fucking what? Things are going to happen whether I accept them or not, and it tends to be more fun when I surrender and just go along for the ride.
So I cleared as much glass out of the back window as I could, strapped the kiddos in, and drove off...laughing.
*By the way, if anyone wants to contribute to the "fix the windshield" fund, there is a paypal link right there to the left. :P
Partner/Lover/Friends
July 3, 2007
My ideal partner:
is practical
is kind
is patient
is even-tempered
is capable
is handy
is steady
is sure
is dependable
is a good example for my children
My ideal lover:
is creative
is passionate
is romantic
is kind
is attentive
is, like, in love with me and stuff
is independent
is available
is respectful
My ideal friends:
are forgiving
are lovable
are caring
are kind
are patient
are open and honest
are unique
are artistic
are funny
And I'm somehow supposed to believe I can find all of those qualities in one person?
Shyeah, right!