... is the title I always thought I would give a book about my life.
The story:
I had the idea to show my daughter Shirley Temple movies... Like Curly Top and such. Of course after the first one she *had* to have tap shoes. And Clara being who she's always been, threw herself into the deep end of tap dancing practice. In our living room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom... and when I went outside, of course, she followed.
She had been dancing in the walkway, all the way to our driveway. But at some point something must have seemed better, softer... so off she went to the grass for quite a while. As I minded whatever it was I was into that afternoon, Clara continued with her furious practice, kicking her little legs around and quite possibly envisioning herself as Shirley in Curly Top.
It was at the highest point of her new found talent that she called for me: "Mom! Look!! I'm tapdancing in the grass!!"
She was so happy, so elated, and living in her own world of tap dancing superstardom. Never mind that the whole idea of tapdancing was lost in the cushiony grass, drowning out the beautiful metal taps hitting a solid ground. She was, by God, dancing her heart out, who was I to burst her bubble?
Bless her sweet, tapdancing little heart. I love her so much. It was at that moment I realized how most of my life I've lived tap dancing in the grass. So many instances, so many situations, so many relationships... So much hard work and wasted emotion.
Yet somewhere, someone is looking down and seeing that my efforts are pure... I may not be good, but I have good intentions.
G
Monday, March 25, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
New blog name. New much more...
I love Blogger. I have been wanting to change the whole "No Sex" title, since I have long outgrown who I was when I started and I must admit I never really liked the show itself, only the *idea* of it. Anyway, I changed it and it was so EASY to do! Yay Blogger!!
I am watching "The Bible" as I read this... pretty enjoyable, although there's a lot of fighting and killing... Moses received the tablets with the 10 commandments (Though shall not kill?) and promptly engages in killing a bunch of Egyptians. At the moment, I'm loving the whole "I offer you my daughter" line... the way it was filmed/delivered/acted was very borderline comedy. As if he had looked around and didn't want to part with anything else. Ok, maybe just to me, and I have had a very giddy sort of day, but still...
And before that, one of the most tragically agonizing stories for any parent, had me glued to the screen to see how Abraham's sacrifice of his son would play out. After it was all done, father and son headed back down the mount and all I can think of was Isaac saying "I'm never going anywhere with you again, dad! That was so not funny!!" Yeah... maybe I need to quit getting inspiration from Mystery Science Theater 3000. Or maybe I should watch this all over again when I'm in a more somber mood.
Or maybe, I will leave it to my own imagination and not rely on the Hollywood version...
Anyway, Clara is in Indy. When she gets back she's going to Vegas. Bala is away for the weekend at a birthday party on some mountain getaway... I hope he is having fun. I know Clara is.
That's all. Life is still good, with its ups and downs.
Will write again soon.
PS: David's crown from Saul is a bit disappointing...
I am watching "The Bible" as I read this... pretty enjoyable, although there's a lot of fighting and killing... Moses received the tablets with the 10 commandments (Though shall not kill?) and promptly engages in killing a bunch of Egyptians. At the moment, I'm loving the whole "I offer you my daughter" line... the way it was filmed/delivered/acted was very borderline comedy. As if he had looked around and didn't want to part with anything else. Ok, maybe just to me, and I have had a very giddy sort of day, but still...
And before that, one of the most tragically agonizing stories for any parent, had me glued to the screen to see how Abraham's sacrifice of his son would play out. After it was all done, father and son headed back down the mount and all I can think of was Isaac saying "I'm never going anywhere with you again, dad! That was so not funny!!" Yeah... maybe I need to quit getting inspiration from Mystery Science Theater 3000. Or maybe I should watch this all over again when I'm in a more somber mood.
Or maybe, I will leave it to my own imagination and not rely on the Hollywood version...
Anyway, Clara is in Indy. When she gets back she's going to Vegas. Bala is away for the weekend at a birthday party on some mountain getaway... I hope he is having fun. I know Clara is.
That's all. Life is still good, with its ups and downs.
Will write again soon.
PS: David's crown from Saul is a bit disappointing...
My son. (from 1/11/09)
I'm watching my 9-year old son naked with a large towel around his head, trying to twirl it around and as high as possible. It's so ridiculously funny, I can't stop laughing. He is so skinny, and his bony limbs are totally un-synchronized, I think he might just hit his head on the sink and knock himself out. Yet he keeps calling out to me to watch and see just how high the stupid towel will go. He barely gets it to swing from right to left and then makes this grunting sound and circles his head in a big sweep. Nothing. The towel barely moves. He's now trying it again... same result.
I wish I could take a photo of him to upload, but I'm not sure it would be entirely appropriate. Is there some kind of limit for that?
He's now gone to his room right outside the bathroom door, in search for underwear via the kitchen at the opposite end of the house. Meanwhile, our t-cup Yorkie snuck into the bathroom and left with a dirty sock in her mouth. She proudly pranced somewhere, and I'm sure on the way she'll run into the naked boy in search for underwear. Wait, I just heard him say "YES!"...
As usual, I found him, but before I saw his nakedness, he figured out how to get his underwear on by going around the other side of the house. Unfortunately for my seriousness, he had them pulled up to his chest, always a funny visual. "Mommy, I'm on the second level!" Not sure of what, but I'm excited for him. I then asked him to get dressed (I'm thinking jammies, it's now 9pm) and off he goes. He comes back wearing his suit pants, no shirt. While smiling at me, he pulls the zipper up and I say "Baby, jammy pants, it's bedtime!". Smile turned to surprise, "Oh!" and he ran to the bedroom.
Now, I know when I get there, he'll still be in his suit pants. And I'll have to get stern and go through the usual "why don't you do what I ask?" routine, when all I want is to kiss his cheeks and eat him alive for being so fucking cute. Sigh... they kill me.
I wish I could take a photo of him to upload, but I'm not sure it would be entirely appropriate. Is there some kind of limit for that?
He's now gone to his room right outside the bathroom door, in search for underwear via the kitchen at the opposite end of the house. Meanwhile, our t-cup Yorkie snuck into the bathroom and left with a dirty sock in her mouth. She proudly pranced somewhere, and I'm sure on the way she'll run into the naked boy in search for underwear. Wait, I just heard him say "YES!"...
As usual, I found him, but before I saw his nakedness, he figured out how to get his underwear on by going around the other side of the house. Unfortunately for my seriousness, he had them pulled up to his chest, always a funny visual. "Mommy, I'm on the second level!" Not sure of what, but I'm excited for him. I then asked him to get dressed (I'm thinking jammies, it's now 9pm) and off he goes. He comes back wearing his suit pants, no shirt. While smiling at me, he pulls the zipper up and I say "Baby, jammy pants, it's bedtime!". Smile turned to surprise, "Oh!" and he ran to the bedroom.
Now, I know when I get there, he'll still be in his suit pants. And I'll have to get stern and go through the usual "why don't you do what I ask?" routine, when all I want is to kiss his cheeks and eat him alive for being so fucking cute. Sigh... they kill me.