Haiku Friday
- At April 3, 2009
- By Lotus, aka Sarcastic Mom
- In Haiku, My Son, Parenting, Poetry
14
There’s nothing quite as
crappy as your little one
being really sick.
Crying, whimpering,
headache, fever, pathetic…
a sad little boy.
Sleeping on the hard
floor in his room is no day
at the park either.
We do what me must
to give them comfort, though, right?
Yeah. *hobbles away*
When did THIS happen?
And just who in the hell is responsible?
Cause, I’ll kick a man’s ass over it.
August, 2007
December, 2008
*sniff*
What you get when I’m saving you from the really bad posts I’ve written.
I’ve written a lot of posts lately.
But I haven’t published many. Why?
No, it’s not because I was too busy taking pictures of my fat ass.
It’s because they are all either weepy and sad or angry and bitter. And, contrary to what you may think, they are not all about the whole miscarriage thing.
Apparently I’m angry and bitter, and feeling ranty and shitty about lots of things.
And towards lots of people. Whoa, Nelly. That just ain’t kosher, eh? I’m trying to BE A GOOD PERSON.
See that Tagline up there in my header?
“because survival requires humor”
I really do believe that.
But my funny isn’t sustaining enough for me to write good humor posts lately. And that PISSES ME OFF.
And also? I’m tired of eating beans and staring at the $12,000 in medical bills we’ve accumulated these past few months.
Because farts are funny, and all, but this? This is not funny. This is depressing.
And depressing farts don’t really make very good humor posts.
So I’ll go back to writing my private, weepy, rantlike, depressing, shitty posts on my computer. And then not publishing them.
But I’ll whine to you about it. SINCE THAT IS OH SO FUNNY, RIGHT?
Just punch me in the face and get it over with.
*farrrrt*
(don’t laugh, that was a depressing one… couldn’t you tell by the tone? amateurs.)
Another example of morons who reproduce…
Image received in email from my dad… apparently credited to “www.steakandcheese.com.”
Really. No extra words required. You ALREADY know all the things I am SCREAMING inside my head, don’t you?
Project Support Beauty in Nature
The response to my last post was great. So many of you spoke up and agreed that befowling the earth with filth is poor behavior!
Just a sample of thoughts:
“Arghhh, rubbish drives me mad.”
-Veronica
“It makes me mad too when I see how people just think it is ok to throw trash on the ground.”
-Jennifer
“Litter is pretty disgusting – people are a bunch of pigs.”
-Beck
“This is the stuff that gets under my skin because it is only getting worse…”
-Kim
And I can only imagine that several more of you agreed, but just didn’t comment. Did anyone get inspired to do a cleanup project of their own?
I am going to document our own little trash pickup/recycling project of later this week and report back to you guys with pictures and words. I’d like to issue you all a challenge to do something similar. Are you up to it? Put on your thinking cap. Have you seen something similar in your neighborhood that disgusts you?
Some of you clearly have:
“I was just thinking the same thing yesterday while watching a group of people flick their cigarette butts all over the ground….”
-Sandy (Momisodes)
“I think I will have to do the same thing b/c on our walk, just through our neighborhood, I saw a lot of junk on the ground.”
- Secret Agent Mama
“…I still cringe when I see the amount of garbage thrown into some parts of the streets and sidewalks….”
-Lilacspecs
“I carry a trash bag while hiking so I can pick up other people’s garbage.”
-Amy
“My kids and I go once a month, trash bags in hand and collect the litter along the roadside in our area. It never ceases to sicken and amaze me that people are this damn lazy and spoiled to toss their trash where ever they choose.”
-Redneck Mommy
And how about you? Have you seen something similar where you are? What can you do about it?
*What will you do about it?*
So many of you are awesome bloggers, and I would LOVE to see your answer to this challenge in my comments section, and then your follow-up post about your own project of kindness and love, on your site. Is two weeks enough time for everyone to come up with something, complete the task, and then document it on their website?
Or maybe you live a very green lifestyle, and you’d love to share your advice and opinions with others, in the hopes that something you do hasn’t yet occurred to someone else, and they will adopt a change for the better when they read your post. Educating others is a great way to help – and with your own website you can do just that!
This is a call to action -let’s name it Project Support Beauty in Nature.
If you like, please grab any of these buttons and put them on your sidebar, linking to this page, to call attention to this project. Who knows how many people we can get on Mother Earth’s side?
“People overlook the power of one. They think since they can’t fix the whole problem, their piddly little contribution won’t make a difference, so they don’t act. They are correct – if most people have that attitude.”
-SuzanneSays
Let’s make a difference.
Let’s stand together, and grow the number of us that are changing the world for the better, one step at a time.
Support Beauty in Nature!
Seeing Clearly.
A few days ago I was feeling rather icky. You know what I mean. My heart was sticky with the tar of depression, my head was cloudier than a room full of Milton Berles, and my muscles were aching like I had just run a marathon with Sally Struthers strapped to my back.
So, I did the thing that generally makes me feel happier, no matter what else is going on: I kicked the dog put on my jacket, grabbed my camera, and went for a walk. Movement in Sunshine.
It was about 3:30 and very brisk. Clouds were milling around in the sky, crowding the sun as it begain to trail its path to oblivion for the night… As I strolled along, my muscles stretched and yawned. They woke up a little, and endorphins lifted the corners of my mouth, and my mind.
Usually during such a stroll, and basically as a general rule in life, I am intensely drawn towards visions of Beauty in Nature. I always capitalize when I refer to the concept in this way. It is as if it is its own entity, starkly standing out from the muddle that is everything else. My soul seeks out this type of beauty. My heart beats faster, my breathing slows, and my eyes seem to focus more sharply when I bear witness to Beauty in Nature. I feel… well, alive.
During this stroll, it started off that way, and I got a nice shot of the sun caressing these naked, shivering trees one last time before she turned and went to bed.
But then, I was continually drawn to something else.
This revolts me.
It makes my heart beat faster. I am angry.
It makes my breathing slow… as I grit my teeth. I am trying not to lose my cool.
It makes my eyes focus more sharply, as my brows furrow deeply.
What do I really see?
I see a people who are too spoiled and pampered, careless, thoughtless and oblivious to true beauty, to be kind. I see a disgusting swarm of cretins sauntering across the earth, leaving their filth behind them to rot and lay peril to the beauty that battles to live on amidst the muck.
I see a people who don’t deserve so much of what is here for them, obviously just in their periphery, because they certainly can’t be seeing it clearly. There’s no way you could do THIS if you’re seeing the Beauty in Nature clearly. Could you?
What can I do? My heart beats faster.
Just me? How can I stop this? I ponder. My breathing slows.
Even in small numbers, we can make a difference. Later this week, John, Braden and I will walk along the same way I did last Friday, but we will be armed with garbage bags. We’re going to pick up every piece of this dreck that we come across.
My eyes have focused more sharply.
UPDATED: The response to this post was so wonderful, that I posted this follow-up to it.
We’ve started a movement:
The Doldrums
So, the past few days have been… okay. Ups and downs. A high desire to just sleep. I’ve only threatened John’s life a handful of times, and I swear, I have been limiting my thoughts of poking him in the eye with my thumb to a minimum of 5 a day. In all fairness, every time I tell him, “I’m going to slap you,” he responds with, “I’ll punch you in the face.” So, you know, I’m obviously not the only one with anger issues around here. Also, there is still no desire for business. Please pray for John’s continued sanity.
As part of my desire to be a better mother, I’ve really been working on my “closet problem” with Braden. Although I haven’t been able to stop myself from putting him in there frequently, at least I’ve limited the amount of time he had to stay there. Two hours at a time is really kind of me, right?
Additionally, The Mexican has still been spared the fate of the microwave, although I do have to admit that I’ve recently been considering putting him in the crock pot instead, anyway. Less mess, and who knows? He might be nice and tender… I’ve been so lazy about preparing meals lately….
Oh, yeah. The jerks still haven’t called me with the results from my thyroid labwork. But guess what came in the mail today? THE BILL. The MF’ing bill. Including a test for Thyroid Antibodies, WHICH I DIDN’T NEED. See, I have ALREADY been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis. That means that antibodies have already been detected. And there’s this thing about your body where ANTIBODIES DON’T JUST DISAPPEAR. I am livid about having this bill in my hand already when I have been given no results, and I am livid about the cost.
THREE HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN DOLLARS.
Did you choke? Cause when I saw that, my vagina literally just fell off my body. Hey, I haven’t been using it lately anyway, so, no big deal, right? But come ON! And, of course, the test I didn’t need was the most expensive one.
So, you know… I’m just a tiny, litte bit PISSED OFF.
The weather is not helping my mood. Today = Grey. The clouds are grey, the sky is grey, THE WORLD IS FREAKING GREY. But no snow! No, not here! If it has to be so dreary and bleary and cold and crappy, it would be nice if we could have a gee golly winter wonderland out there. At least then it would look SHINY as well as WHITE, instead of GREY.
Seriously. I hate this. Outside, it looks like if you tasted it, you’d have that bitter aspirin taste in your mouth.
Today, outside tastes yucky. And that makes me sad.
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