Monday, March 31, 2008

Groovy Handsome, Jr.

One day, when Jasper was about 3 1/2 or so, I helped him get dressed while he was standing on his bed. As soon as we finished, he jumped down and, in his best Mick Jagger strut, swaggered up to his full-length closet door mirror, paused in a saucy one-shoulder-dip pose, and exclaimed: "How GROOVY!! How groovy and handsome I am!!!"

From that day on, Greg called Jasper 'Groovy Handsome'. That is, until he got a look at my baby's daddy and amended the moniker with the addition of a second-generation ranking.

Happy Birthday, Junior!!

When the Levee Breaks

'Round about this time,
12 years ago today,
my water broke.
It was then
Brandon finally realized
just how much our lives
were about to change.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

VOLuminous*




(*or How I've put on 35 pounds against my better judgement)

Monday, March 24, 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

Bunny!!!

My baby was sick today, so I had to color eggs without him.
Mr. Bunny is sick, too. Awww...give Mr. Bunny a hug!

Onionskins

I colored these two eggs using onion skins as a dye.
Paprika, curry powder, and coffee didn't work as well.
I'm still waiting to see how the one with the blackberries
mushed all over it turns out. My guess? Sticky.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Holeproof*


Now, to find a pair that are 'A-hole proof*'.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Transparent





I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought I knew you, what did I know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same

Your lips are moving, I cannot hear
Your voice is soothing, but the words aren't clear
You don't sound different, I've learned the game.
I'm looking through you, you're not the same

Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

You're thinking of me, the same old way
You were above me, but not today
The only difference is you're down there
I'm looking through you, and you're nowhere

Why, tell me why, did you not treat me right?
Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

I'm looking through you, where did you go
I thought I knew you, what did I know
You don't look different, but you have changed
I'm looking through you, you're not the same

Sheer Madness

With nothing left to hide behind
there's naught left to do
but grow a thicker skin
and get on with it.