WerdZ

To live is to be aware that every day of life is also a day of death...irony...circles...motion...cycles. E...motion.

It's all about the lemonade

I love lemonade. I dislike the saying, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." I love the Maya Angelou quotes, "Don't bring negative to my door" & "It takes a village to raise a child". So, while making lemonade this morning (lemon juice + sugar + water + stir), I was perplexed and saddened when my youngest daughter explained that this was not "REAL LEMONADE" because it wasn't a powder. I have some work to do. We are bringing life down to the basics in this house. Life is in session.

Is it just me...or does everyone feel like they've just downed three shots of Cuervo trying to read those distorted text codes. It's bad enough trying to reduce the brain swell from trying to remember the 37 different user names and passwords. Then comes the distortion. I feel queasy and get vertigo at times trying to read those swimming words...panicked...desperately wanting my freaking password. Ah, the hoops we must jump through to get to the next level of being. Is life truly just a game? Mario? Luigi? I don't play games. I am tired of jumping through hoops. Get thee to thy chariot...or snowplow...or monster truck. O. God. Not the Humvee. I refuse.

stoned

SOMETIMES I wish I wasn't so strong. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I want to feel. I am the rock that is turning to stone.

An Old Soul With a New Face

An Old Soul With a New Face

does it get easier?

no. nada. uhhhhhhhh. nope. it just gets deeper. more meaningful. more emotionally dangerous. where are the bandanas and beach towels? where is the lip gloss. do they make life gloss?