Rambling

I got off on the wrong foot a few years ago
Never got back on the right one
(whichever that was)

Now limping along
comes natural to me

I'm not the kind of girl
that looks pretty when she cries
I do it anyway
Sometimes it feels good
to feel bad inside

I inflate myself in my head
(I'm so great)
But then I wonder how you see me...
Do you even see me?

I know, you don't see me
I have no reflection in your eyes

I think I left a piece of my soul
a few years ago
Under some sage, in the shade
out of the way of the burning sun
I wonder if it's still there?

Walk a Mile in My Lambskin

This morning after I dropped the boys off to school, I decided to take Carter to the park to shake some of his lead out. Ha! Yeah, right. That kid has no lead in him whatsoever. He pretty much wakes up going warp speed.

Anywhoo, while at the park I spied something in the sand, a little ways away by the swings. It was a blue wrapper. From where I was standing, I couldn't read the wrapper, but my instincts told me it was something icky. Usually when I spy trash littering the park, I try to make sure to pick it up--you know, cause' I'm community-minded like that. To be honest with you, I'm not really that community-minded, I just don't want my kid playing at a dirty park--so I do my part for my kid. Well, as I get closer my icky instincts were confirmed. Laying like a thin, square serpent in wait was an opened Lifestyles® condom wrapper.

Now, I know unsavory things happen at parks after dark--that was how Carter was conceived. Just kidding! Seriously though, I'm not an idiot. Me knows what darkness lies in the hearts of awkward, hormonally charged teenagers. Believe it or not, I was once one myself, but that is a blog that will forever remain unwritten. I digress. Back to the wrapper.

Obviously, I wasn't about to pick up that wrapper, I mean who knows how much H1N1 was crawling on that thing--not to mention STDs and scabies! So, I discreetly, with my tennis-shoe-covered foot, covered the condom wrapper with sand. I know! It will probably unearth itself at some later time scarring some child forever, but at least for the time we were at the park it was out of sight.

Anyway, if there are any teens, creepy doped-out prostitutes, or kinky married couples out there reading this (OMG--I hope more than anything that I'm attracting that type of reader!), all I ask is this: Please, when you are choosing a public park as your preferred place of fornication, do as any civic-minded individual would, and leave no trace. That means no condom wrappers, used condoms, needles, burnt spoons, tube socks, tighty whiteys, Pantera t-shirts, cans of whipped cream, magic markers, stretch-arm-strong dolls, tattered copies of Dante's Inferno, Mexican ponchos, jumper cables, half-eaten McRib sandwiches, empty cans of cat food, plastic Halloween masks...you understand, right? My point in all this is, don't leave anything at the park you wouldn't want your little brother or sister, baby son or daughter, picking up and sticking in their mouth.

But, kudos for using protection!

Love,
Charise

Jotting Blogs All Up In Yo' Face, etc.

Well. I've got about 10 minutes before I have to wake up The Carter and pick up The Boys from school. I figured I would pound something out on the ol' interweb, for ol' tymes sake.

So what has been up in the life of me? A lot, and not much. Know what I'm saying? Here are a few things that have developed:

• Carter had a fetish for breaking eggs all over for the house for a while. I figured out how to remedy the situation, and maybe I'll post that in another blog. Can't spend all my writing material on one short, lame post, now can I?
• Cody had developed a passion for making small little camping stoves out of various types of cans. As I type, there is a large can of Foster's and Heineken sitting in my fridge. Just chilling, all cold and tasty. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Damn my dry life!
• Colton has become passionate about WWII, air soft guns, and politics. What a combination, right?
• I have not become obsessed with anything, except I have developed a nasty habit of checking Facebook several times a day. It's like an involuntary tick or something, I don't want to do it, but it just happens. I'm working on it.
• We went on a cruise to Mexico. It was super swell. When they tell you don't drink the water, folks, that includes the ice as well!

Okay, five more minutes left. I should probably use the bathroom before I leave as I have a bad habit of drinking a lot of water right before I go somewhere that doesn't have restrooms. This is not a good thing when you have a two-year-old that takes close to 10 minutes just to get out of his car seat. I'm sure my neighbors have seen me many a day doing the pee-pee dance besides the Jeep while coaxing Carter to put down the coins in the car's coin tray. Oh yeah, Carter has also developed an obsession with coins. He calls them all "pennies".

Well, I'm off to the ladies room, then off to wake Carter up, then off to pick up the boys.

Love,

Charise