My Butt
My butt is big
and round like the letter C
and ten thousand lunges
have made it rounder
but not smaller
and that's just fine.
It's a space heater
for my side of the bed
it's my ambassador
to those who walk behind me
it's a border collie
that herds skinny women
away from the best deals
at clothing sales.
My butt is big
and that's just fine
and those who might scorn it
are invited to kiss it.
Just do it.
I had to re-post this because it couldn't be truer. The original post was in 2005. Oh how the problem has magnified!!!
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Things I WILL miss
For someone who hasn't particularly enjoyed living in Mississippi, there are things I will miss.Truly though, only one of these things is here, and can't be taken with me (so to speak).
1. driving and knowing where I am going
2. seeing 10,000 people I know at Walmart on a Saturday morning
3. Mac has spent the last 2 nights at a friend's house. This will be the saddest/hardest part about moving. Making those friendships with strangers and then feeling "okay" about them spending the night there! It is like you have to really know the whole family. Each one has to pass the test and love my child and want to take care of my child. That requires me to be involved with that child and their parent to a certain degree. It is scary.
When we moved to Texas Kennedy was 5. She had never spent the night with anyone. We had moved in July and it was labor day weekend and our neighbor down the street asked if she could spend the night. They had 2 girls, both were older than Kennedy, but they really seemed to like her and play with her etc... So we said yes. Then at 4:30 AM they called and said Kennedy wanted to be picked up, and I was petrified thinking that something awful had happened to her and that was why she wanted to come home. Well, the next day she said "okay, I am ready to spend the whole night tonight" and she did. And it was fine and they became our very good friends and there were many spent nights between our houses. love
4. My church, Pinelake. I love everything about it. The last few times I have gone, I cannot even sit and listen without crying, knowing I will not be there much longer. It doesn't help that the preacher, his wife and kids are good friends with our whole family and we will all miss them very much.
1. driving and knowing where I am going
2. seeing 10,000 people I know at Walmart on a Saturday morning
3. Mac has spent the last 2 nights at a friend's house. This will be the saddest/hardest part about moving. Making those friendships with strangers and then feeling "okay" about them spending the night there! It is like you have to really know the whole family. Each one has to pass the test and love my child and want to take care of my child. That requires me to be involved with that child and their parent to a certain degree. It is scary.
When we moved to Texas Kennedy was 5. She had never spent the night with anyone. We had moved in July and it was labor day weekend and our neighbor down the street asked if she could spend the night. They had 2 girls, both were older than Kennedy, but they really seemed to like her and play with her etc... So we said yes. Then at 4:30 AM they called and said Kennedy wanted to be picked up, and I was petrified thinking that something awful had happened to her and that was why she wanted to come home. Well, the next day she said "okay, I am ready to spend the whole night tonight" and she did. And it was fine and they became our very good friends and there were many spent nights between our houses. love
4. My church, Pinelake. I love everything about it. The last few times I have gone, I cannot even sit and listen without crying, knowing I will not be there much longer. It doesn't help that the preacher, his wife and kids are good friends with our whole family and we will all miss them very much.
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