Boogers!

Keira is kind of the gross kid.  You know, the one that does all kinds of gross things in school like eating glue, and paper.  Well, that is our 5 year old daughter.

We were driving home from a party last night, and Keira is sitting in the back seat picking her nose.  I don't care that she picks her nose, but she needs to use a tissue.  I'm always telling her not to wipe it on anything, (we found a booger wall in her room), and not to eat it.

So, I'm peeking out of the corner of my eye, and I see her eat it.  So, I ask her why she likes to eat them.  She thinks about it for a minute.  Her face was serious, in deep thinking.  "Mom, I like to eat boogers because they taste just like hotdogs."

Well, mystery solved!  They taste like her favorite food.  Gross!

Tree of Life

A broken heart
never truly mends,
but grows, twists,
transforms like branches
on a swaying tree of life.

It takes on new shapes,
breaking, bending, sprouting,
in different directions,
at the same time growing.

Absence consumes,
for a season
while the snow blankets
the heart and leaves
turn to ash.

So, cold
the heart skips
a few beats,
forgetting to breathe,
frozen for just a moment
unbearable,
space and time.

The pulse of earth
still moves,
gently,
gliding,
pushing,
pleading motion.

The earth moves
us beyond the will
to move ourselves.

Funny Things & Too Much

Sometimes it feels like everything happens at once. It started with having to rip the tile out of the bathroom, due to mold and rotting. The person that previously owned the home did not seal the grout. So, 7 days without a shower equals a grumpy Mommy, and Daddy. I did enjoy taking baths. I love feeling devoured by warm water, since I'm always freezing. It looks great now, even though it's the same as before. It is all shiny and clean looking.

Matt and I, were getting ready to go to the movies, and dinner. Which is rare, since we don't get to go out alone too often. The van refused to start. After, dealing with the horrid bathroom situation all week. I just broke down laughing. What else could I do? Laugh or cry? I choose laughter. So, $400 dollars later. Plus, money spent on the bathroom, dentist appointments (no dental insurance), car insurance, and my sweet vacuum Dyson needing a repair. It's been kind of a crazy month. It can only get better ;)

Faith cracks me up. She is only in second grade and is always boasting about how popular she is. So, I asked her why are you so popular? "Mom, it's because the other girls that are popular like me aren't as interesting." My reply was what makes you so interesting compared to everyone else? "Well, I took my shoes off in class to show everyone that I have turtle toes. Also, I'm a purple belt, and know secret Ninja moves."

I nearly choked. I didn't know that all of the popularity drama starts at such a young age. Actually, it's sad. It's like they have their own social status at age 8? Maybe, it's because they need to feel they belong? I don't know the answer, but her words make me laugh. When Faith was a baby her toes would separate so far when she was relaxed, so I nicknamed her turtle toes.

What goes into our food?

Oh sweet America
what have you done?
Our country is fat,
living off of pre-packaged
garbage in a package
filled with MSG
and other horrific
things to make you even fatter.
Fake sugar,
diets that kill,
informericals that steal,
airbrushed,
plucking our youth
into something that's unattainable.
How do we have time?
Everything is deadlines,
meetings,
endless rush, rush
who has time to cook
from scratch
rolling down our windows
speaking into a loud
annoying speaker.
Are we killing ourselves?
Unaware
secretly
unknowing
victims
of the FDA,
the government.
Are they aware?
Do they know?
What goes into our food?

Darkness

Words begging
pleading
desperate
cry
for attention.
Alias,
lame,
lame,
lame.
Just spill
the vomit
from your
mouth.
Spew
your trouble
around you
because you
cannot bare alone.
Stress,
kills
the free spirit.
Freedom,
let it fly.
It's all been done before
no surprise
just let us
help carry
your load.
Lightness
follows
darkness.
(C) C. Wachoski 1/11/11

Listen

Take me down,
the long curved path,
of my life.

Hold my hand,
because at times
I know
I will need yours.

Your energy
and strength
flowing into mine
to keep
me upright.

Mouth silenced
by my voice.
No judgments,
just willing ears
to grasp the grip
of this life.

But who is in control?

The movie plays,
sings, dances,
hopes, despair,
and great loves,
that will bring you
to your knees.

But, all I need is,
you, to hear me.

Listen,
kindness,
warmth,
radiates from me.

Just listen,
your not hearing me.
Your insecurities,
are deafening you.

Your trouble
that needs to be
murdered with kindness.

Just listen,
to the story,
of my life.

(c) C. Wachoski 1/3/2011

Zip It Up (Imagine Kesha singing)

Ch Ch Cheater
Ch Ch Cheater
Zip it up
You think your store cold fresh
but your a bit hard to digest
walking around with your big chest
but your such a sly cat

Ch Ch cheater
Ch Ch Cheater
Zip it up
Zip it up
Zip it up

Please we beg of you to stop the lies
We don't want to know what goes on
between them thighs

Pump it up, pump it, pump it
Dump it, Dump it,
D U M P I T

Cause we don't need anymore
Like Y O U.