Bedtime story: cooties


Once upon a time there was a girl. This girl was lonely, but one day she discovered a hidden world in her backyard.

Inside this world were all sorts of insects, who weren’t really bugs in her mind.

One of them was a roly-poly. Cute, and fun to watch and play with. It was one of the first bugs she really liked.

She also found a grasshopper. At first she didn’t know what to think of it because it jumped right in her face and startled her. Then it hopped around in so many different directions that it was hard to keep up with, but as she followed along, she began to see the beauty in its wings, and the excitement in its life.

She made wonderful friends with a caterpillar that was beautiful, and interesting and would kind of tickle as it climbed on her finger.

Even the spiders enchanted her with their intricate webs and amazing abilities.

Butterflies came through at times and their presence brightened her day although sometimes she wished they had stayed longer.

The backyard became a place she clung to, a place she went when happy, or sad, or anything. She loved it. It was where she felt she could truly be herself.

One day the girl got sick and wasn’t allowed to go out and play. It was a difficult illness and even as she began to heal, she didn’t have the same desire to go to the backyard as she had before.

In her absence, some of the insects died, some had moved on, after all, they were just bugs, and she, just a girl.

When she finally did feel up to going out and playing in the backyard, she couldn’t find all the bugs she had before, but some were still there. She remembered and had missed them, and believe it or not, they had remembered and missed her.

Turns out friends don’t have to look like you or live where you live, or even keep in constant contact. Friends just have to care. Caring can soften even the hardest hearts.

Playing With Myself


I’ve been doing some thinking. People like videos right? YouTube is as popular as ever, and some lucky people even are making money off their videos.

Of course, I wouldn’t be doing everything that other people are doing out there. I’m a little crazy, but not that much. No, I think I’d stick to stuff I know. Like myself. Everyone likes to watch a girl relaxing and just plain enjoying herself right?

Of course, I would have to use some of my toys, and I would have to do some scripting, but it could work right? If you make it, they will come. Field of Dreams…

Anyway, everyone who stumbles across this blog likes to play right? Isn’t that what blogging ultimately comes down to? So, if I play…on video…would you watch?

I hope so. I hope you let your kids watch too. What? What! This whole time you thought I was talking about porn? I play. With words. Get your minds out of the gutter!

I was talking about my invention/method of teaching spelling to little kids. It involves toys I made, and it quickly taught my daughter to spell words like “tomorrow”, and “eight”. Words that can’t be sounded out.

Next month, I’ll try to make a video and post it online. I’ll link to it here, and I really hope some of you check it out. Not those of you who came to this post looking for porn. Actually, you can check it out too, it couldn’t waste more time than porn does. 😉

Ok, forget what I was talking about earlier


Whatever I had been thinking about earlier is a lost cause now. I have been entertaining kids, making brownies, cleaning up, etc. and any kind of though provoking material is non-existent at this moment. All I can think about is kids and moms, so, without further ado I bring you:

You might be a mom if…

If you catch yourself humming the Spongebob tune during random times of the day…you might be a mom.

If you would rather your husband take the kids on a date instead of you…you might be a mom.

If you have ever remembered to “log in” to certain websites in order to earn points, fake money, free virtual food…you might be a mom.

If tighter sweat pants count as “dressed up”…you might be a mom.

If tv dinners look better to you now than when you were in the college dorm…you might be a mom.

If your search history includes things like “how to make play dough, rashes on arms, items up noses, etc.”…you might be a mom.

If the term “tear-jerker” reminds you of Bambi…you might be a mom.

If you know the names of each main character in 3 or more daytime cartoons…you might be a mom.

If grilled cheese and tomato soup count as a more sophisticated dinner than usual…you might be mom.

If you are hated, embarrassed, proud, depressed, happy, lonely, overwhelmed, exhausted and loved all within a few hours…you might be a mom.

Whether you had, have, or are one; I hope you appreciate moms who are doing their best, even if it’s not always perfect. Until next playdate…