Camp

"Caught meself a horny toad.
Story like this ain't never been told.
Plopped him in the 'frigerator.
Now he's done dead cold."
Everyone is sharing "thankfuls" this month, but I guess I am mostly sharing shenanigans.
When I was of the girls' camp age, my mom was called as our camp director. She was in charge of making the sing-a-long books for the entire camp. Since I was more computer wise than she was, I did most of the design and formatting. My sister and I decided to write a nonsense song and include it in the booklet to see if anyone would notice. At camp, we requested the song to be sung by everyone around campfire. There were around 100 girls all following us in singing this nonsense song (portion of the lyrics included above) with terror in their eyes. According to my mom, the song remained in the booklet for a number of years after we had outgrown camp until someone finally said, "What is this?!", and omitted it before printing. I think I still have a copy if the booklet with the song included.

November

I'm addicted to working out. I'm a better mom, my house is cleaner, and I feel happier. Fall always sucks so much for me, super-depression time, but working out/running/walking with grannies/eating tons of good food is keeping me out of it. I think I can run a 5k now. I'm going to try that distance this weekend, I think. Anyways, my "grateful" for this whole month is that Michael watches the kids so I can exercise. Life is good. Hard, but good.

Little Pea wakes
Her squeaky, sleepy cry calling out to me
Across night and an apology
I rush to meet her
Pick her up with my arms (much like a spatula) and slide her across the bed
She snuggles up to her nursey
Starts ripping my hair from my scalp
Her fingers all wound up in it
Chugging and snorting, kicking at my legs
That chubby nose.
Cheeks overflowing with soft and soft
Drifting away slowly and then
The Final Throes!
She slumbers again
Hair scented with orange
Fist still clenching a few strands of my curls...