Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Finally the truth has spoken!
I am plagued by PMS. It is just like any source of power accept it has no outlet...the PMS that is.
If you click on any of the video's to the right, you will see my new fascination. My favorite in particular is the one from the 1950's. No wonder the women of that era were perfectly put together with a smile on their face and dinner ready for spouse. I propose we all start our own roller derby tournament. For it to be successful, I recommend we only compete four days a month during which we are most Volatile. I have designed outfits, with a Giant P on the from in pink and black. I am sure our spouses would make great refs, and our children would fit right in with the crowds.
The flowing, artistic movement of my otherwise passion seems to be failing in keeping things in perspective during this time, so I will be looking to this outlet for the time being. If you are not yet sold on how it will work, I will keep you posted, and I am sure you will join just before you ovulate.
If you click on any of the video's to the right, you will see my new fascination. My favorite in particular is the one from the 1950's. No wonder the women of that era were perfectly put together with a smile on their face and dinner ready for spouse. I propose we all start our own roller derby tournament. For it to be successful, I recommend we only compete four days a month during which we are most Volatile. I have designed outfits, with a Giant P on the from in pink and black. I am sure our spouses would make great refs, and our children would fit right in with the crowds.
The flowing, artistic movement of my otherwise passion seems to be failing in keeping things in perspective during this time, so I will be looking to this outlet for the time being. If you are not yet sold on how it will work, I will keep you posted, and I am sure you will join just before you ovulate.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Why so many clothes on a three hour tour?
Perhaps the skipper and his crew really made being stranded on an Island look entirely too easy, maybe we never really saw a true portrayal of struggle so therefore we are like blind mice being led into an ashen forest? Their biggest challenges were finding out where the professor had hid the money, and why the beauty queen was never seen wearing the same outfit twice. I never saw an episode in which they could not eat, or were close to dying from dehydration, and couldn't boil the sea water because they had no fire. I also don't remember seeing Mr. and Mrs. Brady fighting over who was going to take the kids to day care, or how they were going to afford to feed and pay their insurance premiums. The beaver never got teased because his dad was a pansy, and his brother was a bully. The only show I have ever watched that portrayed people being happy in the midst of real struggle was Lassie...but then again, I have never seen a dog frown. I guess one could argue that little house on the prairie was a genuine depiction of struggle, family unity and working through hardship. But that was a time when you actually could reap the harvest you sewed. Is that something I can relate to now? I wish sometimes that me and my children could harvest what we eat and work together as a family. However, as we check out groceries in the market we look not only at America's most privileged royalty, we look at the signals that will be very strong to ourselves and the generation we are preparing for the very world we live in, and work so hard to be happy in. I look around me and people are working around the clock, to be happy, to take care of their needs, and the things they own. But then, I remember little moments, fleeing moments within the struggle that remind my little soul to keep pushing forward, that it is in-fact rewarding. That every single moment of my life is important. I may not know it in the moment,...but some day as with many stages of my life, they find clarity, meaning, and sometimes inspiration to another. It may take time, but I will look to comedies for the time being. Anything that is a fairy tale must stay far away, unless it is about an ogre and a princess who was banished for being ugly. Am I jaded? Am I bitter? Or have I just lost the final stage of innocence and discovered that the most precious things in life are what you work your guts out for. Your relationships, your children, and that dream you will never let go of from childhood.
I feel better now.
I feel better now.
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