June 2008


Molly and MooseMy daughter is not a crying baby. She fusses now and then, hates having her hair combed, and has a littany of other issues, mostly the normal ones, but she just doesn’t cry very much. So when she does, I pay attention.

Two nights ago, after being extremely tired early in the evening, obviously bucking for an early bedtime(another abberration with her, she likes going to bed), she conked out very early, even for her. Then 30 minutes later awakes into a full out crying fit. Huge clear tears ran down her cheeks, and her breath started and stopped in her throat as she let out heart breaking sobs, even as she rocked in the chair with mommy.

We rocked her, then walked her back and forth for nearly twenty minutes before she was completely past whatever made her cry. When I was able to lay her down on our bed and make her giggle, I breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at her amazing face, wishing she could tell me what had been wrong, what makes a little girl cry? (more…)

Mega Millions logoImage via WikipediaAnother blog I linked up to thru Twitter put up a cool question, surely one of the generic but eternally interesting ones.
What if you won ten million dollars?

Every one who buys a lottery ticket buys the chance to run down that pleasant mental lane, at least until they check the numbers. I wrote a song about it, long time ago, and posted it as a comment in that blog, as well as on my main blog, and here.

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I actually wrote a song for a girl a long time ago when she told me that I would dump her if I won the lottery.

If I Won the Lottery

There’s a lot of things that I’d change in this world
But none of them have to do with you girl

There’re a lot of things that I would do
Baby all of them would still include you

I’d quit my job at the factory
Give my car and house away for free
I’m in love with you, You’re in love with me
None of that would change,
If I won the lottery

Baby Baby the day my ship comes in
We will never eat Mac and Cheese again
Never drive junk cars, Never wear old clothes
Never worry ’bout where my pocket change goes

We’d buy a house, no an estate
hundreds of acres of land behind a gate,
We’d stay up and party and sleep in late
That’s what I would change,
If I won the lottery

That’s what I got, not usually the type to leave prose in comments, but what can I say it’s in the moment.

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