Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Ramblings

I fucking love the song "Delta Dawn." Don't hate me too much, but whether it's Helen Reddy or Tanya Tucker, I will sing the shit out of that song all night long. In fact, that's what I've been doing. Sitting at my computer, playing ZamBeeZee, the Media Player playing Delta Dawn over and over again.

Shit--Erik just came up and he's not going to be ok with either the Delta-Dawn-o-rama or the ZamBeeZee, or the Helen Reddy for that matter. Oh well. Fuck it.

So--Images from the last few days.

Sophie, sitting on the toilet, naked, a Scooby-Doo band-aid hanging off of her chin, talking into a pair of nail clippers like they were a cell phone.

Erik, laying on the couch, exhausted with me, the world, and everything.

Mandy--across the booth from me at Sullivans eating buckwheat pancakes.

Soph again, naked from the waist down, running through the house yelling "My pants are KILLING me!"

Janzen, brows furrowed, playing foozeball as though it were the fooze finals of the universe.

Mandy at Walmart, helping Soph and I find the perfect place mat to fit into Soph's lunch box. (It's a montesorri thing)

It's been a kind of surreal week or two. The holidays always give me that weird feeling that the world only exists as a bizarre setting to see just how fucked up it can get me. Sometimes in a good way--sometimes bad.

Soph had her first day at Montesorri today. (Note to self: learn to spell montesorri.) I think (she said knocking on wood) that it is going to ROCK! Imagine, a lovely remodeled house, with kid sized tables, 3 loving teachers, and trays and trays of "work." Example--2 beakers with purple liquid, a turkey baster, and a sponge. 3 year old heaven!!! Or if you'd rather, a box of locks, and a box of keys, ready to match and open. Would you rather cut? How about little strips of colored paper all ready to snick and snick. Blocks more your speed? Why not put some together on the floor, then see if you can get a marble to roll down them? Where as in the past, Soph would run to me and grab my legs when I picked her up, today she absently said "Hi mom" and went on sweeping little pieces of foam into a square taped on the floor.

Today's best thing about being a mom:
Seeing your little girl HAPPY!

Today's worst thing about being a mom:
The battle of the pants

6 comments:

patrice said...

I....I....I don't know delta dawn. can we still be friends?

soph is so cute. and all that montessori stuff sounds hyper neat. and maybe a little, I don't know, perfect? in a weird way? how come they don't all do those things, cause they sound kinda easy? easy and perfect. I'm not getting my point across well so now I shall stop typing.

OldMotherHubbardSharesAll said...

Will Soph wear DRESSES? I mean if pants are going to KILL HER! We must do something!

Patrice - your homework is to LEARN Delta Dawn - cause she's the prettiest Girl you ever layed eyes on.

thelyamhound said...

I don't know "Delta Dawn" either, and I've been friends with the Missuz for what, like, 12 years now? And it's not like she knows anything from Daydream Nation or Land of Rape & Honey.

That said, I should probably learn "Delta Dawn"--my appreciation for country and blues continues to grow, and I don't have any strong feelings against Helen Reddy or Tanya Tucker (hopefully there isn't a version by Celine Dion or Don Henley, or this bet's off).

Sometimes my pants kill me. That's why I try to have a kilt handy. OMHSA might have the right idea with the dresses.

lonna said...

I used to love Delta Dawn. My mom taught piano lessons at our house when I was growing up and we always had a shitload of strange sheet music around. I used to play Delta Dawn whenever I got a shot at the piano because then I could play and I could sing. I haven't thought about that in years. GT.

NME said...

I might know Delta Dawn if I heard it, but can't imagine it cold.

That school sounds like heaven. Can someone please enroll me?

grody jo-dee said...

OMG! i love me some delta dawn! particularly the helen reddy version. are you ready for this? i bought helen reddy's greatest hits cd just for that song (although i confess i know all the songs on it)....it reminds me of riding in the car with my mom, singing. :)