So this line just kind of came to me one day and I haven't really been able to do anything with it but I thought I would share it:
Our freak outs are ledgendary when the hairy spider the size of an atom crawls across the floor.
Have fun :)
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
A poem by A. Sugarcube that I love for some strange reason
God's peeing on us, Sweetheart
By A. Sugarcube
Three kids, one bathroom. On a good day, I'd get to empty my bladder a total of two times. But I was a mother now. The title came with the ability to hold piss. Or at least the ability to pretend you were able to hold your piss.
I remember one day, when it was raining so hard you were afraid your shoes would melt if you wore them outside, Michal, jacqueline, Laura, and I were standing on the small stretch of sidewalkin front of our apartment, barefoot- giving ingo our fear of melting shoes- and Michal asked me where rain came from.
Converniently, at that moment I realized I really had to use the bathroom.
My bladder reached out to the part of my brain that answers come from and I said "God's peeing on us, Sweetheart."
His eyes pleaded, asking if i was lying but he'd never say it aloud. I was in fact his mother; lying was not part of the bargain.
So as a way to prove me right, or in this case wrong- as I was completely wrong- he threw his head back and opened his mouth. Droplets of the alleged "pee" coated his tongue, and I swear it was the most honest act of courage I've ever seen. (I don't know of anyone else who'd drink pee, just to make sure it was pee.)
Of course I expected what happened next. he looked back at me with the corners of his mouth curled into a smug grin, and said, "Mooooom! It's just water!"
I never did get around to peeing when we got back inside.
Dinner doesn't cook itself.
By A. Sugarcube
Three kids, one bathroom. On a good day, I'd get to empty my bladder a total of two times. But I was a mother now. The title came with the ability to hold piss. Or at least the ability to pretend you were able to hold your piss.
I remember one day, when it was raining so hard you were afraid your shoes would melt if you wore them outside, Michal, jacqueline, Laura, and I were standing on the small stretch of sidewalkin front of our apartment, barefoot- giving ingo our fear of melting shoes- and Michal asked me where rain came from.
Converniently, at that moment I realized I really had to use the bathroom.
My bladder reached out to the part of my brain that answers come from and I said "God's peeing on us, Sweetheart."
His eyes pleaded, asking if i was lying but he'd never say it aloud. I was in fact his mother; lying was not part of the bargain.
So as a way to prove me right, or in this case wrong- as I was completely wrong- he threw his head back and opened his mouth. Droplets of the alleged "pee" coated his tongue, and I swear it was the most honest act of courage I've ever seen. (I don't know of anyone else who'd drink pee, just to make sure it was pee.)
Of course I expected what happened next. he looked back at me with the corners of his mouth curled into a smug grin, and said, "Mooooom! It's just water!"
I never did get around to peeing when we got back inside.
Dinner doesn't cook itself.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Free Write
I thought of a good idea for a free write that I am using as the begining of one of my pieces. here it is: Sometimes I think God made a mistake creating me as a _______. Now man or woman could fit in there or you can use it in another way. But I thought it was a cool idea.
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