Method #459

Method of ruining my children #459;

JB, sharing that the reason why she wakes up in the middle of the night is due to the little spider who has now taken residence under her bed... my response.

"Oh. Well. That isn't a problem. When you sleep, you fart, and the horrible, horrible, smell makes them run away and never come back."

"Really?" she asked happily.

"Of course... I'm your mama. Would I lie to you?"

And with that she skipped away, humming to herself.

I'm so going to hell.

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04-19-2011

Bad Art

This past winter break as part of our annual tradition of going thru 'stuff' and eliminating clutter, I stumbled upon a box of memories...

The contents included written poems, stories, works and ideas of my youth as well as pictures of times and people past. I thought that I'd lost this particular collection of items many years ago, so it was delightful to have found it again.

Yet, the contents are a documentation of the struggles of growing older. I'd say up, but I refuse to believe that I've reached my 'Up' stage and feel that I've so much more to learn and experience. To me a 'Grown Up' is someone who has reached a stage in life where they no longer seek out life's adventures, no matter how small or simple they may be.

I've elected to share a few pieces now and again as they expand the horizon of who I am. I hope you enjoy, and find them to be entertaining... if for nothing more than some bad writing and the muses of an author in training.

04-18-2011