“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

Random and Odd

Where to shove it…

19 May, 2008 /

You’ve said it, I know you have; Just ONE more thing. I don’t mean that in the grocery type way, I mean it in the GO AHEAD…do it. ONE MORE THING. type of way. You sing that song?

Shea is sick. She has the stomach flu. She’s laying in bed with me, rolling around moaning asking for a cure. Sorry kid, if I had it…I wouldn’t be trying to figure out how to get the black licorice flavored vomit taste out of my mouth from throwing up all night. If I am going to be up all night; then throwing up; then getting stepped on while sleeping on the bathroom floor, I am GOING to start drinking because there is no reason I shouldn’t have SOME enjoyment if I am going to have the wonderful symptoms of a level 9 hangover.

I know that all of this *waving hand in the air at all the shit going on in my life…stuff I can’t write about* isn’t anyone’s fault but my own.
But really…one more thing. ONE more thing. Do it. I dare you to.