Not Suitable For....

I was sent a link today for a children's book, narrated by Samuel L. Jackson. This may seem abysmally normal to you - until you learn the title of the book: Go The Fuck To Sleep - I was blown away! I've been trying for years to write some cheeky kids book, but can never really parlay the right ingredients. Until I was introduced to this, it never occurred to me to write something off the cuff! Clearly a book of this nature wouldn't exactly top the best sellers list....would it? Who knows, but as a writer, I have to say it is very cleverly written. I'm sure it appeals to the nature of exhausted parents world wide. So why couldn't I do something like this? Well, the truth is I could. I can! It doesn't have to be some cookie cutter mold of what a children's book *should* be - it can be anything I want, so long as it is real. Or written in my true voice, if you will. Give it a watch, I'm betting you'll find it rather amusing as well....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0AftIhray0Q&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have my own genius piece to start on....

Ghosts Among Us

I know it's been some time between posts...at the moment my Internet connection is non-existent so the photos I have to share will come later. For now, today - I simply have a few thoughts. Enjoy at your leisure....

It occurs to me, as I sit at my work desk, that I am in love with ghosts. By that I do not mean the transparent apparitions that are said to haunt us, though in a way I suppose it is possibly the same thing, really. My love affairs are like this: most of the men I fall in love with are not close by and so therefore they are proximity loves. Crushes that are unattainable.....perhaps in this age of digital and technological advances this doesn't seem an oddity at all. I keep correspondence via emails and text messages and occasional phone conversations, but real life interactions are few. So in a sense, these men that I love and that claim to reciprocate said feeling, they are not real. They are not in a physical sense loving me, nor I them. We just co-exist in different planes of reality that cross due to some sort of electrical blips that connect us.

A Band of Gypsies

"Roamer, wanderer, nomad, vagabond - call me what you will"....song lyrics that I heard this morning. They keep rolling around in my head and I can't help but wonder if this will actually be the motto for the rest of my days. Will I ever find a permanent address? I've begun to question whether this is something I subconsciously choose, or if fate just keeps tumbling me around in the breeze like a wayward scrap of paper. I wear a necklace that proclaims "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul". I purchased it solely for the reminder that I have some say in my destiny....but days like today leave me doubting that I have *any* choice....

Hmmmmm, I wonder where the next wind of change will blow this gypsy girl?

Welcome Back, Kotter

Finally - a post of photos instead my ramblings. Enjoy - and welcome my new baby Gus to the family. We are now much smaller, but there is love a plenty here.