I lay my daughter down, and cover us both up with the blanket. My feet stick off the end of the bed a foot or so, and Bella laughs.
"Mommy funny."
"Yes, yes Mommy's feet are funny. Lay down I'll sing the Nigh nigh song."
I begin to sing and she waves her hands gently in the air to the melody. The first verse ends with a bah bu bum bah bum, while I tap her tummy in time. With the toddler giggling madly at me, I start it over again, repeat it once, and half again.
"You know I love you, and I really must say, goodnight sweetheart goodnight..."
She smiles, filling her entire face with joy. I kiss her on the forehead, walk out, and shut the door behind me.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Photoshop
I'm attempting to work on a project on Photoshop. This is a mistake. I know it. My husband knows it. The world at large should know it. Don't you try telling me that you love the program, and it's simple to use. I know people. People who used up time in their life going to classes to learn how to use this infernal program, and still can barely use it. So yeah... there's that...
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Birthday
Cake. Ice cream. Party hats. Small children running, screaming. This is what you would expect a birthday party for two year old to be like. Not my friends. Zombie themed cake, food, decorations, and a conversation that hinged around a movie called "A Serbian Film". Dear God. I have no words. Also, Rift, Wow, and Ever Quest. All I seemed to learn from this, is that I have some @#$%ing awesome friends, who I hope will join me in group therapy when our children are all older.
Friday, February 3, 2012
One Question
I sat on the Max, heading into downtown Portland It was empty, so Iput my head phones on and set my Ipod to shuffle. Joan Osborne? I didn't even know I had this on here...
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
Heh. What would I ask God if I got a chance to talk to him?
I looked up, there was a man sitting in the bench across from me gently bobbing his head to the music in his ears. The bus hadn't stopped, and I knew he hadn't been there a second ago. How the hell had he gotten there?
I stared at him.
He had his shoulder length hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. His not so neatly trimmed beard was the same tawny blonde as his hair.
I stared at him.
He wasn't homeless, his clothes were too clean. Comfortable looking though, not sloppy mind you, just, comfortable.
Tentatively I got out of my seat, leaving my headphones next to my things, and sat down next to him.
The two of us, sat in silence for several minutes before he pulled out his ear-buds, and turned to look at me.
"Did you want something sweetheart?"
"Are you...?"
"Am I what?"
I raised my eyebrows at him, looking at the ceiling. "Ya know... Him."
He smiled, looking at the floor. "What do you think?"
"I knew it..."
"Did you have a question for me?"
I hesitated... who was I to question Him? "Why?"
"Why?" He looked at me questioningly
"Yes. Why? Why are you just sitting here listening to music when you could be out there", I gestured widely to the windows, "doing some good. I mean you created this world after all! Why not do something?!"
He smiled. "I can't fix everything for you girly."
"I don't want..." he held his hand up, cutting my words short.
"You do want me to fix everything, but if I did, what would you truly gain from it?"
"A better world!"
"But would you appreciate it?"
I started to say yes, then stopped. I shook my head.
"See? You have to help yourself, or how would you learn to appreciate this beautiful world my girl?"
He placed his hands on either side of my face, wiping away the tears I didn't were there.
"You know I love you right?" I nodded. "Then you know I do this not because I don't want to, but because of what I want for you." I nodded again, and he kissed me on the forehead. The max operator called out the next stop, and when I looked up he was gone.
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with him
In all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
Heh. What would I ask God if I got a chance to talk to him?
I looked up, there was a man sitting in the bench across from me gently bobbing his head to the music in his ears. The bus hadn't stopped, and I knew he hadn't been there a second ago. How the hell had he gotten there?
I stared at him.
He had his shoulder length hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. His not so neatly trimmed beard was the same tawny blonde as his hair.
I stared at him.
He wasn't homeless, his clothes were too clean. Comfortable looking though, not sloppy mind you, just, comfortable.
Tentatively I got out of my seat, leaving my headphones next to my things, and sat down next to him.
The two of us, sat in silence for several minutes before he pulled out his ear-buds, and turned to look at me.
"Did you want something sweetheart?"
"Are you...?"
"Am I what?"
I raised my eyebrows at him, looking at the ceiling. "Ya know... Him."
He smiled, looking at the floor. "What do you think?"
"I knew it..."
"Did you have a question for me?"
I hesitated... who was I to question Him? "Why?"
"Why?" He looked at me questioningly
"Yes. Why? Why are you just sitting here listening to music when you could be out there", I gestured widely to the windows, "doing some good. I mean you created this world after all! Why not do something?!"
He smiled. "I can't fix everything for you girly."
"I don't want..." he held his hand up, cutting my words short.
"You do want me to fix everything, but if I did, what would you truly gain from it?"
"A better world!"
"But would you appreciate it?"
I started to say yes, then stopped. I shook my head.
"See? You have to help yourself, or how would you learn to appreciate this beautiful world my girl?"
He placed his hands on either side of my face, wiping away the tears I didn't were there.
"You know I love you right?" I nodded. "Then you know I do this not because I don't want to, but because of what I want for you." I nodded again, and he kissed me on the forehead. The max operator called out the next stop, and when I looked up he was gone.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Haikus
(About the stars)
Like winter snowflake
Soft in the nights sky the stars
What stories they tell.
(I'ts about 9gag. If you're a 9gager, you'll get it)
Together we laugh
Vote page beckons like evil.
We have your soul now.
(About the beach)
Sand between my toes.
Water, too cool for season.
I'll wait for summer.
(About my daughter)
Angry toddler fit.
Why must you cry little one.
The world's not that bad.
Like winter snowflake
Soft in the nights sky the stars
What stories they tell.
(I'ts about 9gag. If you're a 9gager, you'll get it)
Together we laugh
Vote page beckons like evil.
We have your soul now.
(About the beach)
Sand between my toes.
Water, too cool for season.
I'll wait for summer.
(About my daughter)
Angry toddler fit.
Why must you cry little one.
The world's not that bad.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Ten People
I found a writing exercise online, that said to pick ten people I know, and write one sentence about them.
Errr okay...
I think she needs to loosen up, be less prudish ya know?
He's one of the most handsome men I know, beautiful at his very core.
Thinking of ways to out smart him is harder than I would have ever thought.
I never thought I could fine someone so lovely, and so interesting at first meeting.
I wish that if she had to be passionate about something, that, that something would be less crazy.
Subtly is not her strong suite, nor mine.
Wishing that she would take more pride in herself will get me nowhere until she wants to do it herself.
A daily conversation with him, and I feel worlds better about it's events.
Adventure is on the rise, and I think she might be able to get me there.
More than anyone else I know, they probably think this last line is about them... :P
Errr okay...
I think she needs to loosen up, be less prudish ya know?
He's one of the most handsome men I know, beautiful at his very core.
Thinking of ways to out smart him is harder than I would have ever thought.
I never thought I could fine someone so lovely, and so interesting at first meeting.
I wish that if she had to be passionate about something, that, that something would be less crazy.
Subtly is not her strong suite, nor mine.
Wishing that she would take more pride in herself will get me nowhere until she wants to do it herself.
A daily conversation with him, and I feel worlds better about it's events.
Adventure is on the rise, and I think she might be able to get me there.
More than anyone else I know, they probably think this last line is about them... :P
Battleground
It was warm out. Bright, and sunny. Too nice considering what we were all milling around waiting to do.
A horn sounded, and the barrier holding us back was released! Surging forward we rushed toward the center of the arena weapons in hand. I cast my protection spells on as many of my compatriots as I could and continued sprinting toward the epicenter of the battle.
Renalto grabbed the waiting artifact, and turned on his heal, dashing my direction. Casting as many healing, and protection spells, as I could, as fast as I could, I followed him, praying that it would be enough to keep him alive.
My efforts, however were simply not enough. The horrific nature of the artifact was such that it siphoned his very life away faster than I could heal it, and he died.
I felt a sharp pain in my back, and whirled around to face an attacker wielding two short swords. I began to heal myself, when my spell failed. I threw a curse of deadly power into his face, and watched as he fell before me. The damage, however was too great, and before I was able to heal myself fully, I was accosted by another assailant.
The world was black for a moment... and I found myself in limbo, with my fallen companions. I rejoiced at seeing their faces again.
Abruptly, we were whole again. Alive. Smiling, we looked at each other, and ran back into the fray.
A horn sounded, and the barrier holding us back was released! Surging forward we rushed toward the center of the arena weapons in hand. I cast my protection spells on as many of my compatriots as I could and continued sprinting toward the epicenter of the battle.
Renalto grabbed the waiting artifact, and turned on his heal, dashing my direction. Casting as many healing, and protection spells, as I could, as fast as I could, I followed him, praying that it would be enough to keep him alive.
My efforts, however were simply not enough. The horrific nature of the artifact was such that it siphoned his very life away faster than I could heal it, and he died.
I felt a sharp pain in my back, and whirled around to face an attacker wielding two short swords. I began to heal myself, when my spell failed. I threw a curse of deadly power into his face, and watched as he fell before me. The damage, however was too great, and before I was able to heal myself fully, I was accosted by another assailant.
The world was black for a moment... and I found myself in limbo, with my fallen companions. I rejoiced at seeing their faces again.
Abruptly, we were whole again. Alive. Smiling, we looked at each other, and ran back into the fray.
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