Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Floating Around

So, there is a whole lot floating around in my brain. I just can't decide how to get all down. In the mean time, things are good. Just a couple things left on the dreaded summer to-do list. Hopefully tomorrow will bring a new bag into existence, going to try out the Multi-Tasker with Home-Dec fabric like it actually calls for and maybe a few extra pockets.

School starts in 11 days. I'm so excited about our season this year.

I'm off to finish the list, woot!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Beast

The things you say are not fair
You attack like a sad political ad
But then, not fair is how it usually is.

All I did was listen,
I'm aware of other people
I didn't even have to try.

You can say we're not alike
And I might agree with you now
Because I don't want to be like you

Fitting how that flows
I'm sure it mutual
Gladly, I'll stay on my side and you on yours

It wasn't even my idea
I was content to just let it go
to worry silently

Go on with your dislike
continue with your disdain
but leave my name and my character

Where Do I Begin

Where do I begin my love?
Starting with the things I haven't said enough of
Starting with the day you changed my life and ending with the way I feel tonight
Where do I begin?

Where do I belong if you're not here?
Cause, this is way beyond my darkest fear
Don't know where I end or where I start
Each mile in between is way too far
Where do I begin?

I've always counted all my blessings
Knowing you defend me, stand by my side
If onlyI didn't lose my senses each time I intended these words to come out right
Where do I begin my love?

Maybe with the morning you brought me the sun
Maybe with the stars from outter space
You took a few and lit up my face
Where do I begin?

I've always counted all my blessings
Knowing you defend me, stand by my side
If only I didn't lose my senses each time I intended for these words to come out right
Where do I begin my love?

I always read the last page instead of the first one
There's no need to rush it all in
I love you and I'll say it again
Where do I begin?
Where do I begin?
Now where should we begin?

-Idina Menzel, Where Do I Begin

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

A Different Perspective

Recently, in large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tanned woman appeared in the window of a gym.
It said:¨THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID OR A WHALE?¨
A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
To Whom It May Concern:
Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with the dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Seaand the coral reefs of Polynesia . Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans. They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
Mermaids, on the other hand, don’t exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to their identity crisis’s: are they fish or human? They don’t have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them. Not to mention how could they have sex? Therefore they don’t have kids either. Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who smells like a fish store?
The choice is perfectly clear to me; I want to be a whale.
P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver and a coffee with my friends. With time we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren’t heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, “Good gosh, look how smart I am”.

*reposted from a private diarist*