Nonsense!

Nonsense is a herd of hooting hot pants howling at Heaven’s mouth
A group of snoring snapdragons sleeping in a sock,
Twisting, writhing gummy worms and a sack of chewy rocks
Seven burping babies wearing 12 blue onesies

Nonsense is what I do I write, when I’ve got nuthen’, nutten, nothing.
So here’s to heavy hags, slimy bags, and creative snags!

Diversity and Me

Ola! Aloha! Bonjour! These are all different ways of saying "hello!" Our differences are what make us spay-shul. My name is Polly PC and I'm here to talk to you today about what it means to be spay-shul. Spay-shul means you are one of a kind. There is no one else in the world just like you. Did you know that? I bet you didn't, you little right-winged simpleton. You probably thought we were or should all be the same. Do you think we should dress in matching gray jumpsuits to stifle our ability to express our culture through creative dressing? Perhaps we should all join a unified religion of blandness where we pray to a creature named Orgo who lives in that lake over by Old Man Johnson's tackle shop. Perhaps we would sacrifice Old Man Johnson to Orgo because, hey, according to you close minded fools old people are useless. Well, newsflash. They are not useless. Old people have many purposes including but not limited to creating a market for adult diapers. I hope this little memo has raised awareness in promoting not only tolerance but the embracing of every individual's spay-shulness. Now, let's all put our hands together and give 3 cheers for you, me, and everyone in the world! Hooray!

I almost missed it!

MTV has a wide variety of reality programs that have a tendency to draw me in even though I’m aware that what I’m viewing is superficial tripe. A perfect example of this is “The Hills” starring (gaaads I hate that term for non-actors) Laguna Beach’s blonde-haired Lauren SomethingMcSpoiledton. I tuned into an episode yesterday morning while feeding baby Kai and was quickly caught up in the drama of, like, omg, Heidi’s boyfriend Spencer is like, such a “sucky person” when I noticed two bright blue eyes looking up at me. Kai had pushed his bottle aside and was smiling up at me with a sweet, wide-open grin the likes only a baby can provide. Our eyes locked and my heart melted for the bazillionth time since the triplets were born. He held that smile longer than any smile I’ve seen him produce yet. I petted his head and cooed lovingly at my nephew. The love I felt was even strong enough to overpower the shame I felt for almost letting an MTV dramathon come in the way of such a special moment. Keep smiling Kai, and I promise to cut back on the reality tellie!

Pho Sho

Last night I had my first pho experience. And you know what? It was darned tasty!