Sandy C.'s Page

This Week’s Theme: What IS That?

This is common spice used around the world, found in a variety of items from bread to tea.
Can you tell what it is?
(see comments for answer)

Every day she carries them with her. Intricate details of him covered in a fine layer of dust. Familiarities in a passing stranger begin to tug gently. Uncovering the slight nuances time had obscured.

A heavy, left-handed snap of his finger to a tune; a quick side-glance while holding back a crooked smile; brilliant half moons at the base of bitten nails.

Stunned. The moments catch her off guard. Each memory flickers, stealing a breath. Her plexus slow as her mind struggles for clarity. She remembers. All the secret treasures they shared. Safe. Where no one else can find them.

* This was my first time doing this (it was painful cramming it all into just 100 words). Please be gentle.

So what do you think? Is it Fact or Fiction?

—————————————————————————————————–

Test is positive
For ovulation that is
Gotta git biz’eh…

Find more Haiku’s at A Mommy Story and Playgroups are No Place for Children

13 Questions I’m Not Prepared/Qualified/Willing to Answer…Yet

1) Mommy, how come I no have boobs?
If she has my genes, she’ll be back in 12 years with the same question.

2) Mommy, how come daddy don’t have boobs?
In 15 years she may not need to ask that question anymore.

3) Mommy, when I a little baby, I was in your belly. How I come out?
Perhaps one day (hopefully far, far in the future) she’ll find out on her own.

4) Mommy, what in dis hot dog?
Uh…err…”stuff.”

5) Babisodes: Mommy, can I give you a kiss?
Me: Sure honey. Thank you!
Babisodes: Can I give Tommy (preschool classmate) a kiss?
Me: Uh…err…ask your daddy!

6) *Inside a natural history museum
Babisodes: Mommy, what birds eat?
Me: Worms
Babisodes: What those squirrels eat?
Me: Nuts
Babisodes: What those lions eat?
Me: *blank stare*

7) *Dadisodes holding a bottle of Newcastle*
Babisodes: Can I haf some?

8 ) *Spotting a deceased, smooshed spider on the sidewalk*
Mommy, what’s wrong wit dat spider?
How come he not moving?

9) *Sees dogs humping*
Babisodes: *giggles* Mommy! What they doin’? They being silly?
Um… methinks telling her “dancing” or “hugging” could backfire.

10) Mommy, why is work no fun? Daddy say it no fun.

11) Babisodes: Mommy, what am I eating?
Me: Pork
Babisodes: Where pork come from?

12) *Walks into room with feminine hygiene pads in her hands*
Babisodes: Mommy, is dis your big girl diapers?
Me: No
Babisodes: What is it then?

13) *After Tuesday’s squirrel incident*
Mommy, why dat squirrel not feeling weally well?

Sorry for the short post. I spent the morning chaperoning a preschool field trip. My….. head…. hurts.

 

I am a total mess!

I committed a horrible crime.

The most gruesome act of all.

M.U.R.D.E.R

Yes, I am 100% guilty, and I am turning my self in…virtually.

Besides the overwhelming shock after the fact, I am now overcome with grief and fear.

It all happened so fast. I did not have time to really think things through or react appropriately. I am not even sure how much is my fault, or who I’ve harmed, because…because…because…I fled the scene!

Yesterday evening, Dadisodes called me from work.

Dadisodes: Hey, how are you?
Me: Fine. I didn’t have time to cook dinner.
Dadisodes: Okay. Why don’t you come pick me up from work, and we can grab dinner around here.
Me: Sure, I’ll see you around 6:30pm.

At 6:21pm, my distracted mind finally noticed the time on the top corner of my laptop screen. In a hurried mess, I ordered Babisodes to “Go Go GO!” put on her shoes, as I slid my feet into the nearest flip-flops. We were on the road in no time, me behind the wheel and Babisodes securely in her back car seat.

It was 6:25pm, still rush hour, but the freeways were surprisingly open. No congestion whatsoever. So 65-ish mph (104 kph) is where I coasted.

After a few miles, I arrived at our exit, a long 1-lane off ramp that merged onto another freeway. The car decelerated to conform to the bending road. And in the distance, my eyes noticed a small, furry animal scurrying out from a wooded area off the side of the freeway. My heart stopped. I held my breath. “Please stop running! Please stop running!” My right foot ever so slightly released from the gas pedal. I shoot a quick glance at my rear-view mirror. A long line of cars followed behind me at 45 mph (72kph). Swerving at this speed would not be safe. And braking could cause an accident. Oh what to do?!

My mind played a quick game of tug-of-war: Brake; Don’t brake; Brake; Don’t brake.

3,478th of a millisecond later, “Don’t brake” won.

The car didn’t even budge. No slight turbulent bump, movement, or sound. Just silence…

My eyes winced up a glance at the rear-view mirror to see the road about 3 cars back.

S-P-L-A-T

Breathing totally ceased. And so did my heart. I didn’t mention a word as Babisodes sat quietly in the back seat. I kept driving wide-eyed, fighting back the horror, shock and tears.

Minutes later we pulled up to Dadisodes’ office. My face and body remained statuesque, frozen in the exact same position as the scene of the crime. Dadisodes opened the car door to give Babisodes and I a kiss, and sat down.

Dadisodes (to Babisodes): Hi honey! How are you?
Babisodes: Good. But daddy…I don’t fink dat squirwell is feeling weally well.

Um. You honor? Can someone please just cuff me and take me away so I don’t have to explain this one?

R.I.P.
Mr or Mrs Squirrel
I am very, very sorry.
(*Note- Photo is not of the actual victim. No animal CSI pics will be posted here.)

The dark room fell silent. Only a low rumble from the bar patrons downstairs filled the room. Heavy smoke still weighed the air as the room lights slightly brightened. It turned midnight, and the musicians needed to take five.

She sits quietly at a small round table. A shadow nursing the same iced cocktail she ordered an hour ago. She watches it sweat slowly down the sides of her glass onto a white napkin. Her other hand bends and twists a Marlboro into a heavy glass ashtray. Her table tucked deep into the corner of the room, away from the tiny stage. Not that many people would arrive to block her view. It wasn’t about the view or the crowd. She came here for one reason alone. Her unquenchable thirst for jazz.

This place is her secret gem, a diamond in the rough yet to have its brilliance exposed by eager tourists or weary locals. A place she savors and tucks away all to herself each Thursday,…until she met him. A 6’1” tall glass of the town’s finest brew. The lights dim back low as the heavy footsteps from the trio return to the stage. She lifts a wisp of hair from her cheek and tucks it behind her ear. She glances over shyly to her side, raising a timid smile. Her round table in the corner is now a table for two.

————————————————————————————————————————

Lately my mind has been a stir of emotions. A highly carbonated drink, bubbling over in chaos. Surprisingly while looking back on some of these memories (pre-Dadisodes), it is not the company that I miss. Or the late nights out. Rather, it is the table for one. Being alone in the solidarity of my own thoughts, wants, and desires. Not that I miss being single. Just miss having a single thought without being interrupted.

Oftentimes a lone, fond memory that swims among the thousands in my unsound mind suddenly rises to the surface. Sometimes they’re inadvertently sent floating up by the sounds of my favorite jazz standards. They occupy my thoughts for a mere few moments while creeping slowly along the edge. Volatile. Irrational. And then swiftly erupts into thin air.

July 6th- July 12th

Indoor Lightening
(Museum of Science exhibit)

The Duck Whisperer

Crossed Paths

Oh, don’t mind me!

Are you sure the bus driver isn’t crazy?

Visit Lotus at SarcasticMom to see more Weekly Winners.

This Week’s Theme: Support

I am terribly late in posting my Photo Hunt entry. Today’s theme really had me stumped. In recent weeks I’ve taken great strides in rebuilding an exercise regimen. So while hobbling around with sore legs, abs, and a major achy bum today, it finally hit me to post my worn out sneakers as my recent source of “support.”

Join in the Photo Hunt or find other participants at tnchick.com.

Only three small words
deficient during childhood
Little ears longing

Arms lay to the sides
or folded across my chest
Yearning for rapture

Endeavors to change
now fill moments with embrace
Affection abounds

I love you mommy
I love you Petey doggie
I love you daddy

A cycle broken
Confident arms stretch out wide
always met with love…

Okay, perhaps not by this dinosaur. But she did try. Here’s a better pic…

Find more Haiku’s at A Mommy Story and Playgroups are No Place for Children

I’m late! With posting that is.

My aunt Flo arrived last night, and she’s being extra bitchy. So I’m a little behind on posting.

Today I hope to take care of some long overdue business. Some amazing bloggers have bestowed upon me some serious bling and I have been terribly negligent on passing them on.

So please take a seat and make yourself comfortable as I present to you the honorees….

Thank you Lou from LouCeeL & Grandy from Functional Shmunctional

Arte Y Pico Award: This award was created to be given to bloggers who inspire others with their creativity and their talents, and for contributing to the blogging world in whatever medium. When you receive this award it is considered a “special honor”. Once you have received this award, you are to pass it on to 5 others.

Narrowing this down to only 5 took FOREVER!

1- Maggie from Maggie’s Mind- Not only is she a wonderful writer, but following her journey through smoking cessation, fertility, and loss with strength and courage is more than inspirational. Her pics are amazing as well (Just don’t go over there if you’re hungry. The girl can cook!).

2- Brittany from Musings of a Barefoot Foodie - I don’t even know where to start. If she’s not on your blogroll, you’re totally missing out. I am fairly new to her blog, but her posts rocks my socks every.single.time I visit. Seriously. She is hilarious, talented, and incredibly addictive (don’t say I didn’t warn you).

3- Jennifer H from Thursday Drive - Hands down, one of the greatest writers in the blogosphere. When her book is published, I’ll be first in line to buy it. Jennifer manages to blow me away with just about every post. I always leave her blog thinking, “Damn! I wish I could write like that.” Not to mention, any gal who can make it to the World Series of Poker is incredibly cool in my book.

4- Holly from Anglophile Football Fanatic - Although she claims to have a big butt, I’d wager mine is bigger. She pulls out all the stops with her posts, and her former English teaching skills shine through in her writing. From fly swatters to her handsome 3-year old sweet darling (who BTW needs a new name, go vote!), her zany installments will leave you spitting tea (with milk) from your nose.

5- Krissy from Firecracker Mom!- a.k.a. the new age Dr. Ruth. Have a question about sex, intimacy, or something new going on “down there?” Ask Krissy! Her no holds barred blog talks about everything. And I do mean everything, but with a touch of humor and honesty. Krissy is as real as it gets, and I love her and her blog for it.

About the Must See Blog award:
This award was created for blogs that cannot be missed. Whether you secretly lurk, always comment, or frequently check in to see what’s new, these are blogs that must be tuned into regularly.

How to pass it on:
Pick 10 blogs that you can’t help but visit often. The ones you consider a “Must See Blog.” Announce the winners on your blog with links to the recipients as well as who originally gave you the award.

Without further ado, here are 10 Must See Blogs…

1) Janet from The Planet of Janet

2) Karen from 3 Garnets and 2 Sapphires!

3) Jim from Busy Dad Blog

4) Amanda from Shamelessly Sassy

5) ZoeyJane from Mommy Is Moody

6) Kelley from Magneto Bold Too

7) Jojo from Buddha Belle

8 ) Natalie from From Here to There

9) Jennifer from Crazy, Magic, Sometimes Hectic, Beautfiul LIFE!

10) Kathryn from Seeking Sanity

Okay, now go see the honorees and Must See’s!