Seven Sentences for Sunday: The Facebook Stole My Good Ones Edition

  1. Sometimes I waste my good sentences on a facebook update. I need to learn to pick and choose.
  2. That being said, some are worth repeating: J wants Steven Hyde (from That 7o’s Show) to be her stepdad. I wish I could oblige, but Danny Masterson is a scientologist and is engaged to Bijou Phillips, despite being utterly gorgeous and irresistibly witty.
  3. R has been in Virginia with his grandmother since Saturday and I got to experience life as a mom of two–whew, what a difference in energy requirements!
  4. It is with great sadness that I say goodbye to my summer favorite beverage, the coconut mocha frappuccino. On the other hand, I welcome with eager anticipation the salted caramel mocha, which will no doubt warm my belly, sending embers to my heart and coziness to my soul.
  5. I wish I could work the image of the house exploding into my Seven Sentences, but I suppose another writing task is in order for my Steptember commitment.
  6. Labor Day Statistic: I was in labor for 18 hours with J, 7 with R, and 6 with Ez.
  7. Brutally honest moment: I do not have the emotional energy for a boyfriend, I am uncomfortable with my body at the moment, so I don’t want one, but I very much would like a french kiss.

I love you all, some more than others.

September 4

Inspired by Artist a Day

Happy birthday to Marshall Alan

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I had brought her hydrangeas. They rested on her bedside table, their bulbous heads pulling at the stems from the plastic vase the hospital had lent us. Next to them lay the phone, which she had taken from its cradle. I leaned down to kiss her forehead, but only caught her temple as she turned away from me. Continue reading →

Holding Onto Daybreak

Day 2 of Steptember. I now wake each morning and immediately log on to my iGoogle to see what Artist a Day artwork awaits me. The kids are even enjoying brainstorming with me. This could get addictive!

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The truck door opened and two bare feet hit the red clay. Elise Hanover wiggled her way over to the scenic lookout sign, pulling her panties down as she tried to avoid letting go before she could squat. It was early enough that the road was still empty of travelers—it was a desolate stretch anyway—and she sighed heavily when the flow of urine puddled and rivered between her feet. Continue reading →

Tobias’ Touch

The first edition of “Steptember.” Click on the picture for a direct link to Artist a Day.

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It was nearly bathtime when the boys decided to take one last look in the old barn. Joshua had scrambled up the rickety ladder, calling dibs on whatever knickknacks PawPaw had left in the loft. Tobias had barely made it halfway up when Joshua stepped off the ladder and gripped the rafters, his feet dangling wildly above the dirt floor. “There’s nothin’ up there but spiders and a dumb babydoll head,” Joshua said as Tobias popped his head up into the loft. “I’m goin’ to play out back.” Continue reading →

Au Revoir Aout

Fresh backpacks, new fall clothes, squeaky clean sneakers…the new school year is upon us and I am inspired. While I’ve taken Bruno Mars’ “Lazy Song” to new heights with my shuffling back into bed post-bus stop dropoff, even I realize that I don’t want to hit October 1 and look back on the previous month as Sleptember. It’s time to get the lead out of my ass and get started on a new project. And a writing one at that… Continue reading →

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The “I Have to Pee” Edition

  1. This is gonna be like mad minute math–quick and to the point because I have to pee–and yes, I realize I can leave at any time and return–I like challenges, even if it means a little dribble.
  2. You know when you put a cup of orange juice in the freezer and leave it until it gets not-quite-frozen, just slushy, orange-juicy goodness? That’s a cup of happiness right there.
  3. After getting that sinking feeling from seeing J’s hand-carved name on my solid wood bedroom door, I would like to humbly, and sincerely this time, apologize to my parents for getting ink from my Hello Kitty stamp pad on their new carpet when I was 8. I get it.
  4. I think I might like to take Prof. Snape’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class…I bet I could get some mad parenting tips while picking up some demon-fighting skills!
  5. Do you think Alanis Morissette really did go down on Ryan Reynolds in a theater, or was she just taking artistic liberties?
  6. In a sorta sneak peak at my September writing challenge, I’m touting my clever captioning skills with Wednesday’s Artist a Day painting: I call it “A Pirate Looks at Forty Winks.”
  7. I like turtles.

I love you all, some more than others.

Naked No Longer

Not quite as decked out as the old lady who has gone to her grave, but still sporting some independent rock band love. Now, if only I could get some PA speakers and a big ole Red Wanting Blue flag like they suggested…then I might qualify as a real Band-Aid. 🙂

Jake's New Tats

Seven Sentences for Sunday: The “Crap It’s Tuesday” Edition

  1. I want an OPI nail polish named after me: Destiny Digs Rockstars, and it will be iridescent purple.
  2. Roadtrips always make me question my parenting style…at least this time I didn’t throw a disputed toy out the window.
  3. My baby sister is 30, a fact that doesn’t freak me out nearly as much as my impending 34th.
  4. Said baby sister is the best party planner ever and she is officially in charge of planning my funeral when the time comes…it’ll be rockin’!
  5. It looks like we’ll be moving again…same town, cheaper rent, yet another address to add to our files.
  6. I’m considering an art-inspired writing challenge for September–perfectly timed for our move–nothing like a little pressure.
  7. I’m entering a Destiny First phase and it’s both refreshing in that my unfettered passion remains solid beneath my surface and sobering in that it can be so easily misplaced. More lessons from my thirties in my back pocket.
I love you all, some more than others.

Seven Sentences for Sunday–The Do I Really Want to Start This Again Edition

 

  1. Vanilla Almond pancakes with Nutella spread on them are served at the head table in heaven’s dining hall–I am certain of it.
  2. A week of solitude followed by back-to-back events with grownup conversation can make you realize how easy it is to become a dullard if you’re not careful.
  3. I miss my metaphors–the really good ones that everyone loves–so if you find them, please send them back.
  4. After a craptastic summer, I’m doing alright–thanks for asking. 🙂
  5. Ez walked by me today and brushed her arm along my shoulder. When I leaned in for a kiss, she whispered softly, “I farted” before meandering past.
  6. If you haven’t found “Spotify” online, find it.
  7. I went to church today…don’t shit yourself.