So, those of you who know me… you know I love to dance. If you do not know me, you should be able to discern from the previous sentence that — I love to dance. It’s that simple.
Lately, I have found my boogy-be-boogy-in’-self drawn to the Disco side of the beat. I consider myself an 80’s kind-of girl, but I am finding that the funky Disco groove really let’s me get down with my bad self… A song that has surprisingly become a favorite is A Fifth of Beethoven by Walter Murphy. I like the groove, and the absence of lyrics means I can play this song anytime - in front of any audience (read: my kids).
As with any new dance obsession I adopt… I research moves. I found a lil’ something I’d like to share with you. So, in observance of my newest boogie-interest… here’s a little groove-tutorial. In Finnish. Groovy. Groovay…
A guilty mother. A busy preschooler. An elementary school. This… is their true story.
Guilty Mom enters the school with her 8, 5 and 2 year-old. She picks up her visitor’s badge. She delivers the Kindergartener to her classroom and begins the long journey across the hallway tiles (to the other side of the school) with her Second Grader leading the charge. The Preschooler is   s l o w l y stepping on each tile… careful not to step on any cracks.
I shock myself. What woman - in her right mind - would EVER say something like that? What woman would ever wax-sentimental about not being able to “spend time” with her gynecologist?
That would be Me. In my own defense, I am not in my right mind… especially since the recent (today) onset of my menses. Is that OK to post on the www? Well, believe me, I spared ya’ll the bloody details - heh.
***taptaptap***heloooooooo????***
Oh. It appears only the women-folk are still reading now. My bad.
ANYWHO… I had canceled my “Annual Exam” today. You see, dear ‘ol Aunt Flo came for her monthly visit. She has never shown up for “Gyne Day” before. I didn’t know what to do, so I called my OBGYN’s Bookie and asked. Her Bookie promptly removed my name from the appointment book. From the sound of it, I think she slapped a
So. By posting this, and admitting I would lu-huv a pair of these… does that mean I am metastasizing morphing into a geek… A. Real. Life. Geek? A chick-geek?
Maybe. OR it could simply mean I’m odd. OK.
Besides, it looks like there is a good chance I may get to attend BlogHer here in The ‘08… I think these little ear accessories would be a hit in that crowd.
I sit in sadness because of death… sadder because it’s a child.
And as I mourn the loss, life keeps rolling, rolling - bills, papers, decisions, errands, mealtime…
I sort through the growing mound of papers on my desk and find the card I bought for a dear friend. I am late in sending it - she announced her pregnancy in November. What a blessing to be writing words of wonder and celebration. I feel honored to be a friend who squealed with glee on the phone the day she called with the news.
And as I write, my heart shares the deepest sorrow and supreme joy - at exactly the same moment… one woman is growing a new life in her womb, and the other… I just can’t bring myself to write the words.
Isn’t it funny that revolting (adj: ewww… gross) and revolting (v: rebel) are the same word? But different. But the same. One is an action, and the other describes… something that is not so much an action. Gosh it’s been a long time since I’ve diagramed a sentence.
Anywho. This came to mind, as I was revolting against my “resolution/schmezolution” NOT to pound fistfuls of chocolate chips during the hard times. It occurred to me during my revolting (v)… “This is revolting.” (adj).
We are crushed today. Last night Madeline’s pupils failed to react to light, so an emergency CT scan was ordered. The image revealed that Maddie’s precious little brain had hemorrhaged and was severely swollen. We were hoping and praying for good news, but the opposite came. Maddie was pronounced brain dead last night just past midnight. We said goodbye and took her off of all life support and she died peacefully in our arms at 10:15 this morning. We are stunned and speechless. Our hearts are broken, and we are so very sorry to have to announce this news to all of you faithful and beautiful people. Today the King of Kings welcomed our princess home. The worst day of our lives was the best day of hers.
We are on the way home right now to let Anna & Sam down. They love their baby sister more than words can express, so this will be a hard one. Please pray for peace for our family in the weeks ahead. Leaving the hospital today was like leaving our best friends. Every day for six months, the staff was our family, and then in one day it was all gone. There is joy somewhere in all of this, but I cannot see it yet. I am praying for that clarity.
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