Gretel: HEY... smell my fingers!
*sniff*
Hansel: EWW! Gross... I know that smell!
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
This Thing Called Love
On this day of Love,
I've found myself drawing upon the wisdom of Kahlil Gibran and his collection of essays from "The Prophet."
This particular excerpt, which pertains specifically to Marriage, has always been one of my favorites and rings more true these days than ever before:
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Worry
Worrying is like a rocking chair, it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Modern Day Instrument of Torture
Don't let the pretty lavender walls fool you.
This was no day at the spa.
I turned 40 last month and had my first mammogram to celebrate.
(I prefer a big fuck-off piece of cake and maybe some sparkling to go with it. Silly, I know.)
As much as it SUCKED, or SQUISHED, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought, even with the added worry that this monstrous piece of machinery would cause my implants to explode.
(They didn't, as far as I can tell.)
The technician was very informative, and sensitive to my status as a Mammo-Virgin. She explained what would happen BEFORE she started kneading, pulling and molding my Girls into shapes breasts should NEVER be molded into.
As much as I would like to have expounded with witty prose about the rest of the experience from the mole and nipple markers that dotted my chest to the fact that I had the extreme pleasure of getting four scans of each boob (two in front of the implants and two behind them) all I can say is that I am glad it's over.
My results came back normal.
And while I personally like to think of them as spectacular, I will accept "normal" just this once.
This was no day at the spa.
I turned 40 last month and had my first mammogram to celebrate.
(I prefer a big fuck-off piece of cake and maybe some sparkling to go with it. Silly, I know.)
As much as it SUCKED, or SQUISHED, it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought, even with the added worry that this monstrous piece of machinery would cause my implants to explode.
(They didn't, as far as I can tell.)
The technician was very informative, and sensitive to my status as a Mammo-Virgin. She explained what would happen BEFORE she started kneading, pulling and molding my Girls into shapes breasts should NEVER be molded into.
As much as I would like to have expounded with witty prose about the rest of the experience from the mole and nipple markers that dotted my chest to the fact that I had the extreme pleasure of getting four scans of each boob (two in front of the implants and two behind them) all I can say is that I am glad it's over.
My results came back normal.
And while I personally like to think of them as spectacular, I will accept "normal" just this once.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Breaking Gender Stereotypes
Showing his school spirit by wearing PINK, along with the rest of the 2nd Graders, for "Grade Color Day."
Mommy's shirt. Gretel's hair gel. (He was especially psyched about that.)
Chicks dig guys who aren't afraid to wear pink.
My guy has no fear.
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