"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Friday, September 25, 2009

Friday Fragments & Freewrites

It's time to freely frag again.
Thanks Mrs.4444
Thanks Sara Bonds

Things I love

I love when I vigorously wash my face cleanliness is next to godliness and my entire bottom-half jiggles like panna cotta. 

I love when I find enough shed pet hair between the couch cushions to build a whole 'nother dog or cat

I love justice

I love when Ty's cello teacher asks him what songs he'd like to learn how to play and he says Come Together and I Am The Walrus

I love feeling like the World's Best Mom simply because I did something for one of my kids that I said I'd do. Even when it's simply something simple. Because when I was a kid there was no follow through, and promises were rarely kept. Even the little ones.

I love hot yoga in a hot room. I love sweating out a gallon of toxic sweat. I love the feeling of dopey yoga head after 90 minutes of sweaty hot torture. 

Things I don't really love so much

I don't really love becoming so dependant junked out on this computer stuff.  Over the past 3 weeks, my internet has gone out twice, and something sweet and sticky was spilled across my keyboard, rendering it useless. Not really loving the jones of not having access to blogland...

I don't really love hearing "there will be three less minutes of daylight today... fall begins at 5:18 this evening"

I don't really love having shit for brains. Like forgetting the 6 item grocery list at home, coming home with 5 items and having to go back out for one item scallions so that I can finish cooking dinner. 

I don't really love Christmas. Or Thanksgiving. Or Mother's Day.
But especially Christmas. Bah humbug

Things I don't want to admit to loving

I don't want to admit to loving season premiers

I don't want to admit to loving Weaver Hot Wings with Marie's Super Chunk Bleu Cheese Dressing
eaten in bed while watching season premiers

I don't want to admit to sometimes loving when the kids sleep in the bed with me
while I'm watching season premiers and eating hot wings

happy friday y'all


  1. And a happy Friday to you. Sounds like heaven to me, that last bit. Minus the blue cheese, because yech.

  2. I know we have had several days where computer internet has messed up as well

  3. Oh, those hot wings sound like absolute heaven to me.

    And justice rocks.

  4. Shhhhh....I love the season premiers too. Don't tell anyone. :-)

  5. This is a great idea for a FF list! Thanks for sharing!!

  6. Hot wings and blue cheese while watching premiers in bed! Scoot over and make room for me. Sounds like my kind of heaven.

  7. I would prefer never to be without internet. I don't like hot wings, but I love chocolate milk and season premiers. I frequently forget the list and have to go back to the store. Ugh.

    Have a great weekend!
    Kristin - The Goat

  8. I always love the tone of your posts, Michelle. Today, my favorite of your fragments is the one about breaking the cycle from your own childhood and being the kind of mom that your kids (all kids) deserve.

    Ah....sweet justice.

    P.S. Oh-oh. You have "that" kind of comment verification that we were all whining about today. Did you know?

  9. hey michelle,
    just wanted you to know I nominated you for the Lemonade Award! :) Never heard of it? me neither, until a few weeks ago when i was nominated myself. LOL! ok, its just a nice little feel good award and for me it was a great chance to talk about all my fav. blogs and nominate them too!!

    ok, just pop by my blog and read the post about the Lemonade awaard. there will be "instructions" about what to do (dont be daunted now!! haha) and of course you must read my write up of your blog too in the list of nominees!
    i dont know how long ill have internet - its all flukey and i wont have it for weeks then have it for a few hours then lose it again.. whatever. so my life right now. but, im glad to be catching up on your blog at least right now :)

  10. As always, this was fabulous. Had me laughing and agreeing and shaking my head and running the range of emotions you are so skilled with in your writing.


so... wadaya think?

Your fairy is called Columbine Icedancer
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in mushroom fields and quiet meadows.
She is only seen when the bees swarm and the crickets chirrup.
She wears lilac and purple like columbine flowers. She has icy blue butterfly wings.