If you saw ME in a police car, what would you think I’d been arrested for?

Answer me *comment* , then if you want, post to your own journal and see how many crimes you get accused of.

Courtesy of Sue

Pens seem to attract kids most of all, or at least my kid. Sure, she knows what to do with the pen (scribble, write her name, decorate her fingers with stains) and she wants to know why I’m keeping this fun toy from her. Open your Moleskine, poise your pen over the cream paper and… “Mom, can I write? Mom, mommy, mom? (Bang bongo drum that seemed like a good, cultural toy when you purchased it). Mom, I’m hungry. Mom, give me that pen…”

Funnily enough, she’s giving me full access to this piece of writing, this complaint. But if she smelled creativity on the air, well, it would be all over, buster.

writing, mom, poetry

I have also been reading, voraciously. But nothing intellectual, ’cause I have enough of that with textbooks and whatnot.

So now I feel like my big steps are to work towards curing my phobia of phone calls, and perhaps writing some more poetry that I don’t think sucks. Is that right? Eh, just ’cause I’m a writer doesn’t mean I have to use correct grammar all the time, does it?

writing, poetry, life

Ok, I’m a sucker for anything that will tell me what I am (an INFJ if you’re looking at Myers-Briggs) and it seems to change all the time. I thought your personality was kind of set - but I guess if your moods are as changeable as mine, these results can hardly be taken as truth.

I’m a strange mix, with a love of quizzes. How many IQ tests have I taken? I can’t even hazard a guess. I’m sticking with my highest, official, school IQ - 146. Anything less, well, I must have been having a bad day.

I love doing my astrology thing too - heck, anything that will tell me more about who I am. Except the Enneagram. That stuff’s crap.

“I wanna have his babies.” Blank look. A beg for repeat - “I wanna have his babies.” Julia said strongly.

Stephen - “You mean… you want a baby version of him?”

Julia - “Yes, I want a little virgin.”

Me - trying not to wet my pants so that I need to buy new ones. At least I was in the right store.

toddler, mall, shopping

Did you know dogs make a lot of mess while shedding? And kids leave tiny, potentially injuring toys everywhere? And by everywhere, I mean places I can’t bend to reach? Ugh.

I’ve been sitting here trying to get some work done, heck, I can’t do much because of the back - but it’s hard trying to think while Dora the Explorer shouts about sticky tape and commercials blare for even more annoying shows like Blue’s Clues. Needless to say, no novels will be written while J still watches toddler TV.

Stumbling, I happened upon death photos, and I’ve become gruesomely fascinated. That and momento mori. I can say this is all research, right? I’m not really this morbid?

I’ve got some ideas though, non-The Others ideas…

backache, writing, death, photography

Heard while counting Mommy’s toes…

toddler, piggies, toes

But then I decided to move on and write about my daughter, perhaps my favorite subject in the world. You know how photogs have favorite subjects? Well, as a writer, nothing can be more fascinating than watching the development of a mini-me.

She’s naughty now, oh so naughty - I guess all that angelic behavior caught up with us and we’re experiencing the torrid three’s. She’s grown, oh how she’s grown in the last few months (perhaps some of her mood change is because of this?) and wears a size 4-5 now.

The best is her mind - her beautiful, twisted mind. Her new favorite game comes at lunch time, when I administer the organic, tiger shaped chewable (crunchy) vitamins. Julia was used to gummies, but these were better for her and on sale, so we got them. However, the eating of the vitamins requires a bit of coaxing, resulting in the twisted game. Julia eats two vitamins, and makes sure that one is labeled “Mommy Kitty” and the other, “Big Girl Kitty”. I must make the Mommy Kitty talk to the Big Girl Kitty about how nice it is to go into Julia’s mouth, be crunched up and end up in her tummy. Then, depending on the day, Mommy or Big Girl kitty “leaps” into Julia’s mouth and is eaten.

Weird enough? There’s more - then, the remaining kitty (remember, these are vitamins) gets sad, because her mommy/daughter has been eaten. So, I have to coax that vitamin into Julia’s mouth by asking “don’t you want to be in Julia’s tummy with your other kitty?”

The whole thing seems quite perverse, the eating, the personification of berry flavored vitamins, but hey, whatever works, right? I’m not turning Julia into a cold blooded kitten eater, am I?

toddler, vitamins, mommy, eating

Now we’re the proud owners of a tropical fish tank, which has several varieties of tiger barbs in it. I should post a pic here, but I don’t have a good one and damn I’m lazy. Trust me, it’s pretty.

This has been our focus for the last week or so, making sure the new fish play nice, and making a pretty space for them. Other than that? School starts next week for me and Stephen - online college. Pile the work on!

If the majority of the country (US) is overweight, especially women, you would think that acceptance would come by majority rule. It doesn’t - the minority size 1s are the ideal, and we beat ourselves up about not being that skinny. There should be skinny blogs (not pro-anorexia) as the main portion of women have shifted to overweight.

I do know that fat acceptance is about obesity, and about the fact that people are shaped differently, but I just can’t believe that we need such a concept. If you have a problem with a race or religion, you can’t harp on them to change. But people who are fat are fair game.

Ugh, there’s just so much going on there. I want to be accepted, and accept myself. But should I? Or am I destroying my health?