Sunday, May 20, 2012

Untitled New Year Post

So, I just found this while going through old posts.  In full Lo style it is unfinished and was never published.  Ya know, sometimes time just gets away from us and life just gets in the way.  Nonetheless, I love the unfinished story that I began here and I just had to publish it unfinished or not.  Better late than never!!

Also, it made me smile and made me think of my beautiful S-I-L and how much fun we have together.  I love you so much, Ash; no matter where life takes us in the next few months, you will always be my sister!

January, 2011

My 27 year...

It is hard to find the words to describe this year.  It was great, terrible, terrific, horrible, scary, filled with love, filled with fear, amazing, memorable, the best, the worst, and the greatest.  It was life in it's purist form.

So much in my life has changed this year and it makes me remember my fourteenth and fifteenth year...  How much stronger I am now.  How much wiser than I was then.  Things that would have made me  falter an fall...  Those things did not break me in my twenty-seventh year. I have picked myself up and dusted myself off and started over again.

My year began in a Hotel bathroom in Louisville, Kentucky peeing on a stick with my sister-in-law.  I knew, I, was not pregnant but sometimes you just do silly things with your girlfriends.  I did make her pee her pants by pointing out Barbie's compromising position in the movie theatre parking lot, so I guess you could say I owed her.  She SWORE that it was JUST for FUN!
Nine months later...  We welcomed Eden Reese McPherson to the family. 
Just for FUN, huh!


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Reading List

For some reason, I have had this sudden explosion in my reading habits.  There are just so many good books that I want to read that I have been reading them all at once.  At the moment I am very into three very different books.

Bloom, by Kelle Hampton -
Kelle's first person story of her life and the new life she is sharing with her beautiful daughters Lainey and Nella. (Nella has a very special extra chromosome known as Down Syndrome)

Bringing Up Bebe, by Pamela Druckerman -
Pamela's very witty first person account on what it is like raising an American baby in France and why, she believes, French babies don't throw food!

Fifty Shades of Grey, by E L James -
Ummm... Pure and utter dirty, dirty, raunchy, filth... In the good way!! My S-I-L calls it (MSP) Mommy Soft Porn.

And I just started sobbing while reading the prologue to this so, I guess I found one of my next three books to read at the same time

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Happy Mothers Day

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.

“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.”

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