Sunday, January 22, 2012

Someone has watched one too many princess movies...

I'm not so sure of her singing career...perhaps writing song lyrics would be more her forte? Listen to the words. They are all her own.

To go
To go
To go to the rainbow
We have to drive over the purple bridge
Oh, to get to all the colors
Purple color
Blue color
Yellow, orange, black
To go
We have to go over the troll bridge
To go there
To goooooooooooooooo

*tempo picks up*

I want you to go somewhere
Somewhere else
To go, to go somewhere
To go, to go there
Which way to go? 
To go, to go,
To go somewhere, there
Somewhere to go
 To the wall, or to the door, or to the table or to the chair
Or to the box
To go to the fridge, or to the sippy, or to my magnet
I want you to make a plie…

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Isabel's Latest Thing...

She'll say: " have a question."

It drives me nuts. And she makes that little noise, kinda like smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth, during the pause, like she's preparing to ask something impertinent. 

How did she become 13 years old?

Thursday, January 05, 2012

A Message

If I'm being honest, I tend to get into bouts of depression at times. And I will question, "Why me?".

On my weaker days, I will feel absolutely miserable and will want to just pull the blankets over my head and not wake up until everything is alright again.
On my stronger days, I will tell myself that it happened to me because God knows that I can handle it.
By hook or by crook.
And that He has a glorious plan for me, only I just have to be patient.

I'm doing my best. Sometimes, my best ain't enough. But that's when I pick myself up (sometimes, immediately. Othertimes, a few days or weeks later) and will push through it again.


Because I don't have a choice. Because there are others out there who have worse fates than me and have managed to pull through with grace and humility and dignity. 
And also, I'll be damned to give them a chance to see me suffer more that I already have. 

So, there will be times when I won't be myself. There will be times where I'll seem upset, bitter, resentful, miserable.

Because I am.
But I will bounce back.

And there will be a day when all of this will be completely behind me and I will thank the bastard for running out on me because it brought me to a better place.

So I apologize to my nearest and dearest if there's a time (or many times, more like) where I strike out. Or seem distant. I don't mean to.
I'm just trying to survive right now.