Sunday, February 22, 2009

From Where I Sit


 From where I sit I see a lot of teenagers. I'm around teenagers all day. Even at home!

I really like being with teenagers but sometimes....I don't. They talk a lot. Have you noticed?

Like when I'm talking and of course it's really important and they want to talk to each other about non-important stuff like what they did last night and who said what to whom and who won the game and why she is crying and that he is hot and how cute your handwriting is  and oh I like your purse  and dude can I have some paper and my mom took my phone away and now I'm grounded and no I didn't do the homework did  you? And well you get the idea. 

Hmmmm. Ok, so maybe that stuff is a wee bit important. Probably a hundred times really more important than knowing who Pip is  or who Jay Gatsby is or any of the other interesting characters we read about, but well, I feel compelled to share these characters with them. 

So I am patient. 

I let them get their yaya's out and then I try to lure them into my world...if only for a while until the bell rings and they start up again....where do you go next and what are you doing this weekend and isn't he so funny and yes I had fun in here did you? 


Saturday, February 21, 2009

I AM

I am possessed. I will stare at you with my green eyes until you give me something that is really not intended for me. I know Parker got something and I want a piece of it. . .
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Seriously I'm not leaving.

I have the Patience of a cat. 

The Stare of Medusa. 

The Will of Odysseus. 

Take  your time....I see you are avoiding eye contact with me. That's ok. You'll cave. You always do, which is why I know if I sit here long enough you'll get up and go to the kitchen. 



Monday, February 16, 2009

FebruBLAHry


This month is my least favorite.  
It tends to drag on with blah weather. 
Not hot and not cold. 
Even though it's a drag, sometimes there are unexpected surprises. 

Thank goodness. 

Saturday, February 14, 2009

After All He's Only 14




He's at the age where we can't tell him anything! 

He knows it all. 

He won't listen to us. 

He won't talk to us. 

He is confident he knows what he wants. 

But he still expects me to tuck him in at night and hug and kiss him.  

 And I wouldn't change a thing!!


Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Sometimes...


Sometimes don't you just wish you could stay in bed all day? 
Sometimes don't you just wish you could be your dog all day? 

Today was one of those days. A good day to stay in bed.