Every single time I make a pot of coffee, I think of mom. She was, if possible, worse at waking than I am. I remember being trained as a kid to make her coffee. We had a scooper that, filled to heaping corresponded to two cups of water. Because of the silly private language we [...]
Category Archives: life of daisy
prezzies
May 10, 2008 – 10:55 am
I spent the better part of an hour yesterday talking Bu into the perfect Mother’s Day gift: a morning wandering around the East End Yard Sale. (The hipper side of town, i.e. the one I do not live in, has a huge yard sale the day before Mother’s Day every year. It is teh awesome.) [...]
weekend warrior
May 9, 2008 – 11:51 am
Whatcha doin’ this weekend? I am inundated with tasks, so am doing the list thing:
Brewing more coffee
Using the one Fly Lady trick I’ve stuck with: the timer. I use Time Left, a free app I snagged online. Now, and for 26:55 more, I am allowed to be online
Drawing/scanning/vectorizing a Grass Ninja. It’s not [...]
sainthood + baby pagan prayers
May 5, 2008 – 8:57 pm
Did you know I’m eligible for sainthood? Yes. I am. I’m pretty sure that mothering a child for 23 months, 6 days, 4 hours, and eleven minutes without doing any of the following qualifies one for sainthood:
Losing my goddamned mind
Slapping, spanking, biting, or otherwise hurting the child
Killing, castrating, or divorcing her father
Selling her on eBay
She [...]
badd: blog against disablism day
May 2, 2008 – 10:20 am
Synchronicity swirling around me again, I am having the Week of Addressing Disabilities. My supervisor recruited me to speak about the clinic at a middle school for a diversity workshop they held yesterday. I decided to integrate some talk about myself too, and it worked beautifully. I was able to start with my arm and [...]
april, rain(n)
April 29, 2008 – 9:52 pm
it’s nearly the end of april
rain keeps calling: dig deep,
go within, and rediscover
that serpent coiled and sleeping
too soundly, a knot
at the base of my spine.
it’s got me on a kick
painting in binary code
blasting tori, screaming
all off key and laughing
(the names of our daughters
are pins in a map
to find this:
who are we now?
motherswomen)
where is my sex, [...]
a brief list of things i will no longer be ignoring
April 21, 2008 – 1:58 pm
The irritating scratchy feeling in my eyeball necessitating a call to the doctor and an unspeakably stressful possibility of large medical bills
The fact that I for-fucking-got to mail in my (latest) student loan deferment requests
The massive piles of laundry
My pitifully lame grown out mess of hair
My need to be out of the house on my [...]
just a little much (or, hippy chick from outer space)
April 20, 2008 – 12:31 pm
The next time I decide to enter an art show after a long and troubled hiatus, write about very emotional family stories in a public forum, and read a life-altering book all at the same time, will you guys like, warn me?
I mean, I’ll probably still do it all, but at least I’ll be prepared [...]
divine, the
April 19, 2008 – 6:09 pm
I am reading Eat Pray Love. Only I am not. I am devouring, relishing, tasting, experiencing it.
I am Eating it, Praying it, Loving it.
I’ll write a response to it when I finish, I just have to! But not a review. Would you review the Bible? Well, I would… yes, I would, so it’s a poor [...]
yoni!
April 19, 2008 – 3:18 pm
One more burst of sexual energy for the Sexography GBBMCMMCGVBVC… whatever campaign :p I spent some of my birthday money on a frame for the new piece, and after the printing costs I’m going to donate what’s left to RAINN. It’s not a lot but it adds up. Throw in a few bucks with me? [...]
