Friday, February 26, 2016

Johnny Rocket

An invasion.  Out of no where.  Russia, the blessed United States, the conspiracy theorists, no one, saw them coming.  Except one.
The world is under attack, it could be the end.
But there is a boy.
Just the other morning he was breaking the news to his mama that he "had to wait till  he was 30 until he could build a rocket ship to take her to the moon"
Today he squeezes his eyes shut and blows out all the candles he has to work with, a handful, just 5.
But he musters up to the courage for the fight.
An invasion like this, though?  "It could be a slice of cake", he thinks. For no one would have ever suspected that he has survived the hatching of Corzilla.
He's ready for anything now.
Peeing in public restrooms.
For whatever this world or other worlds will throw at him.
They call him Johnny ROcKeT.
Thirty will have to wait.  He's gotta rocket ship to build.
It will be the first lego engineered shuttle expected to withstand launch and an alien attack of unknown extra terrestrial technology.
His mom was suspicious of something brilliant  going down behind those "nap time" doors when Johnny came out more exhausted then when he went in and took down a gallon of milk by himself.
Save your lego kids.  You never known when the Commander in Chief will upon you. 

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

I think this is how it went......

God looked and saw a very pathetic girl.  Her eyes tended to roll backward and inward instead of out and up like the other little girls at school.  Her legs were sturdy and fast, but ran to no where.  At the tip of her nose was always a book titled Escape. 

"Hmm." thought He.

He called out into the great light of stars and planets and soon three sages appeared at His feet.

"I have a very humble mission for you.  You will go and teach one of my wayward daughters about Me and how much I love her.  You will find her on the outskirts, easily recognizable as the stubborn ass.  You might even find her donning a tail and little hairy ears.  Draw her back in again.  There is no fame and glory in this quest for you or her.  Nevertheless, go and bring her back to me."

With a great sigh the three sages departed.  One, Two, Three they came.

I'm not entirely confident they are taking their job seriously anymore.....

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Breaking the Silence on her Birthday

The Wild Child turns three today.
She is a force you must reckon with if ever you see her.  She is the edge of the storm before it swallows up the sun.  That is where she exists, just on that beautiful and brilliant tension of light and utter down pour.  I have always been under the spell of a storm anyway, so for me, she is the thrill of a lifetime.

"I will do all things by myself, I know how to do, mama!"  She barked at me one evening while I tried to help her into the bath.  She insists on doing everything by herself, everything.  I have learned to back down from her battle cry and watch her fight with the buttons on her jacket, a snack wrapper, or her hair brush.  So if you see a little girl walking down the street with half of her curly hair matted to one side, shoes on the wrong feet, pants backward, leftover breakfast smeared across her cheek and her head held high, you can tell yourself   "Hm, now there goes one independent little gal."

She is tough as nails.  She is tender, so very tender.  I wont admit that she uses her baby bother as a trampoline.  And I will never tell you she bites or that she's a human paper shredder.  But I will say, that her heart is disproportionately larger than her tiny body.  Her hugs are strong and warm.  She is quick with  a sad and pathetic "I'm sorry, I forgive, you can buy another one mama" when she breaks something of mine.  She's the only one besides Zander who doesn't mind Gunther's wet kisses in her eye and mouth, blech!  Gunther is pretty aggressive even with his love, so we are always ready to call him off  "Leave her, Gunther!"
 "its okay, he's only giving me kisses, good boy gunther" she quips. But, she has to be holding onto something or otherwise those kisses will knock her flat on her back.

I love her.  I love her. I love her.

Happy Birthday sister golden hair.