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Just for a moment.
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Uncategorized on January 10, 2008
Sometimes you have to give in. Sometimes you have to reach out. Sometimes? You have to do something just because your soul said, “Please, can we do this?”
Yesterday, we drove south for over an hour, on a whim, with a 15 month old in the back seat, just to look at something. Just to touch it for a few minutes. It was a Colonial home that was built circa 1900, on 10 acres. We drove south for over an hour, with baby snacks and juice and diapers and songs like “ABC” and “The Itsy Bitsy Spider,” because it’s for sale, and my heart ached to see it in person. Ached to stand on that old front porch.
John humors me like that because he loves me.
I was so at home standing next to the bubbling creek on the property… looking out over the rolling hills into the blue sky… with nothing commercial for miles and miles and miles. Just trees, bare of leaves. For now. But my mind’s eye could see their summer coats of shiny, green leaves, waving in the breeze.
Grass under my feet… I could imagine the stark contrast of the white stars against the black night sky that would happen on that spot in hours time. If I closed my eyes, I could see the garden I would plant on the acreage. I could hear my son playing and splashing in the pond, with a big dog that we’d have.
I wonder if John could hear the creak of the tire swing hanging from the tree in the front yard? Or see me sitting under the shade of the magnolia tree around back, reading a book, as the tree burst with fragrant white blossoms over my head. Maybe he could hear the birds singing, like I could. Maybe he was lost in that moment, too?
I guess sometimes you have to let your heart dream so hard that you let it drag you for miles and miles just to touch something with your own hands, just for a moment, even if it means your dream will fall and break at your feet.
We decided that it’s just too far away from the town we need to be close to.
So we drove all the way home again.
Between the Colonial and our (rented) home we talked about desire and life and money and old age. We touched on needs and hopes and the dreaded Practicality and Responsibility.
We breathed in life, we breathed out patience.
Braden screamed and fussed… he laughed, sang, and talked. He bucked, thrashed and complained, and at one point, he peed all over me.
Then we drove the rest of the way home, and I had cold piss all over the side of my shirt.
But I was happy.
When we got home, Braden ran all over the living room wearing nothing but a shirt and socks, laughing and screaming.
With stars in our eyes, we watched him run to the curtains and twirl himself up in them over and over again, giggling madly as he fell to the floor, then jumping up to do it all over again.
We breathed in life, we breathed out love. And it felt just right.
It was a great day.
From My Inbox, Episode 1
Posted by Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom in Humor on November 1, 2007
I get some interesting crap in my inboxes. I’ll bet you do, too. Let us laugh at it, here!
Just a few days ago, I received this gem:
[Dear Friend,
I know that this message will come to you as a surprise. I am the bill and exchange manager in BANK OF AFRICA (B.O.A) ANNEX, OUAGADOUGOU Burkina faso. I Hoped that you will not expose or betray this trust and confident that i am about to repose on you for the mutual benefit of our both families.
I need your urgent assistance in transferring the sum of ($15.5) MILLION to your account within 10 or 14 banking days. This money has been dormant for years in our Bank without claim.
I want the bank to release the money to you as the nearest person to our deceased customer(the owner of the account) died along with his supposed next of kin in an air crash since, July 21, 2003.I don't want the money to go into our Bank treasurer as an abandoned fund.
So this is the reason why i contacted you so that the bank can release the money to you as the next of kin to the deceased customer. Please I would like you to keep this proposal as a top secret and delete it if you are not interested.
Upon receipt of your reply,i will give you full details on how the business will be executed and also note that you will have 30% of the above mentioned sum if you agree to handle this business with me.
Best Regard.
Mr Molahi Ahmed.
Please,It is top secret. OK]
There is just SO MUCH wrong with this. I don’t think I even got through 3 lines of this e-mail before I started laughing so hard that I peed a little.
(Remind me to do some more kegel exercises, will ya?)
There’s the undercurrent of “anyone who believes this is A MORON,” of course… and then the insanely poor phrasing/improper use of language that just makes you itchy with “hahaha!”
But I think my favorite part is the ending.
“Please,It is top secret. OK”
You have no idea how much I am going to say/write/everything that phrase now. Ahhh, thanks Mr. Molahi Ahmed, you have made me laugh aplenty.
And don’t worry! Your secret is safe with me! OK





















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