“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

Did the meds kick in?

3 April, 2007 /

Holy hell, sleeping until noon for FOUR days in a row sure can make a girl feel like she’s walkin’ on sunshine!

I know it’s wrong to feel this happy about all this sleep I am getting. Shouldn’t I feel a little bit more guilty? Shouldn’t I at least try to get up a little bit earlier and do something productive?

It seems to be catchy because all the girls are just as happy as I am. Yesterday the little girls and I lounged in bed watching television and playing on the internet.
Today, Kara and Rina are lounging in the bed watching Veronica Mars. Did I mention they are laughing and giggling? The two that are either trying to kill each other or at least cause great bodily harm are laughing and giggling.

Now it’s almost 2:30 and I’m feeling pangs of guilt about not doing anything. I mean, I did make a pot of coffee. I did go pee. I made the bed just enough to be able to climb right back into it.

There is a life outside of my bedroom. I just know it. But, who cares? *toe wiggles*

Someone needs to make me a sammich!!