Friday, March 23, 2012

Something Beautiful

I saw Cast In Bronze recently. His music stills my being and calms my mind. 


Sunday, March 11, 2012


Down ...

Friday, March 9, 2012

Rockin' The Red Pumps Today

Tomorrow is National Women and Girls HIV/AIDS Awareness Day. The Red Pump Project is an organization that promotes HIV/AIDS awareness to women and girls, especially those that are in the high-risk demographics.
Today (and I'm late, as usual) bloggers are painting Blogworld RED to spread the word.  I hope you'll take a look at The Red Pump Project's site, Facebook, Twitter, etc. pages and help this very worthy cause.

Friday, March 2, 2012


 Last Thursday, my son and his girlfriend, who are currently living with Mulder and I, announced they were having a baby.

Even freshly washed and removed from all confections, children tend to be sticky.
~ Fran Lebowitz

I'm not a “kid” person. Never have been. Calm down, I love/loved my own children. Although, if you put a gun to my head, I couldn't give you one reason why I had children other than - “Because ...” 

I do not hold other peoples babies. I don't go out of my way to check out a cute infant or child. I have no clue how to converse in “baby talk”. I've always spoken to children as if they are adults. (Actually, they tend to like that.) My eyes roll back in my head when co-workers and friends speak at length about the adorableness of their grandchildren. Needless to say, the news that I was going to be!!!A GRANDMOTHER!!!, came as a shock. Especially since the announcement came from my son and not my daughter. 

Before you think I'm a horrid person, I did have approximately 12.9 seconds of pure unadulterated joy. It was the same rush of excitement and happiness I felt when I was eight years old receiving a Chatty Cathy doll for my birthday. That was the Martha personality zooming forward. But then Lizzie took over and I looked into the gaping maw of fear, uncertainty and worry. The Abyss loomed dark and deep with no end. It does have daisies growing in it, though.

So, there you have it. My child is having a child. Joy and horror. Happiness and terror. Martha and Lizzie. That's me. Dark, twisted, silly, funny, an optimistic pessimist - no wonder I'm exhausted.

I'll be accompanying my son's girlfriend to the OB today for her first sonogram. Martha and Lizzie are raging in my head. I did smack Lizzie down long enough to buy the cutest set of onesies in Target the other day. I don't know what the future will be. Oh! How I wish I did. I'm wrangling the negative down and trying (desperately!) on the positive. I do know that I will NOT be called – grandma, granny, noni, mama, grandmother, etc. I will simply be called, Grand. 

Because I'm the grandest fucking person EVER! At least that's what I keep telling myself.