Introducing......Michael Darling

MICHAEL: The youngest Darling child, Michael would like to be an Indian.

Back From The Dream

Have you ever had those very poignant dreams that were heavy laden with imagery, but that were so easily masked you knew in an instant what each symbolic gesture, color, presence, object or smell was trying to communicate to your conscious mind?

I had one of those recently.


Funny, I never knew someone I admire and respect implicitly would be standing in front of me with tan cordoroy trousers and a grey plaid shirt with his hair mussed, a booger hanging out his nose and I think his fly down. But it became evident that he was challenging me to see if I would have the courage to confront what wasn't right, and acknowledge it head on (apply directly to the forehead)and quit trying to spin, as my deceased father-in-law would say, "chicken poo into chicken salad" (this is a family blog, I endeavor to keep it clean).

That's what it comes down to, I guess. Courage. So now, the chicken metaphor takes a new turn.

Looking back, I'm glad I'm still lost on that dream with the flying acrobatic U-Haul with Van Halen playing in the back.

3WW

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same words.

Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.

This week's words are:
Phone
Stumbled
Windy


The phone rings
Questions asked
Answers given

Acceptance


Sometimes


The phone rings
Answers given
Questions asked
Questions follow

As if Answers
Stumble to find
their mate

The phone rings
Too many Answers
Unspoken Questions

Eeriness

The phone rings
Answers rush

Sparks swirling about
In windy confusion
illuminating dark questions

Chasing fear

Answering

Life....Tinker Style

Well, it's been 2 weeks since we found out Tinker was on the way, and I still just can't get my mind around this.

I have had my mind wrapped up in a few other things. Like worry for my sister and here family, and my other sister and her family, and 2 plays, and this great big, holy cow idea that could change health care and save billions of dollars in waste and reach out to uninsured families. I've been working on said idea for months, but haven't been able to say a word until it was copyrighted. And that truly kills me. I can't keep a secret to save my life. I hate secrets. And this one had me just bursting.

I presented the idea to great big insurance company yesterday. They have found it quite intriguing, so that means more work, and networking, research, development. And I have 6 months to do this. But if I'm right, holy cow.

Tinker has been relatively quiet during this time and has allowed me to continue my fevered pace at work, although my workouts have been suffering as kiddo prefers sleep and really hates being active in the early morning, except on Saturdays, when my sleep in is filled with "Play mommy" promptings and me writing at 5:30am. I've eaten Chinese 4 times this week, one day, twice. Hot and sour soup is a favorite. I am lucky though, at least there are vegetables. With Wendy and Peter it was mashed taytas and gravy, baked with cheese/broccoli, ice cream, Wendy was tuna on toast, Peter, greasy bacon cheeseburgers. Tinker likes soups, and if it has to be greasy (like yesterday) I've managed to sub chicken for hamburger. I had a grilled chicken sandwich with bacon, pepperjack, mushrooms and tomatoes. Oh, did I mention the cheese fries? I was able to have a cup of soup and salad for dinner (with half a steak and 5 bites of a loaded baked potato.)

I worked so hard to lose 65 pounds this year, I look and feel better than I have in years, and now I'm starting to not lose, and even gain a little. I don't like that. I'm struggling with the "it's a baby, you need to be ok with this" thing, because for the past 13 yrs, there hasn't been a baby.

My doctor teased me, said it was twins. I can't stop dreaming about that. We'll find out in a couple weeks for sure how many are in there. It's the same day as the opening night of the musical, so that'll be a really big day.

I don't even own "a" burp cloth. No hand-me-downs, and now I have to figure out where the home gym is going, because that's gonna be the nursery.

Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful. And delighted. But I am still so shocked I can't believe it. We turned the corner, remember? You did it with me 2 yrs ago when we couldn't handle the heartbreak of infertility. My mom's first words "I told you so. See I said the moment you stopped trying and worrying about it". I hate it when the baby agrees with my mom.

So, what have you been up to? Updates requested.

New Player

Stage right you'll notice a new player...Tinker.

That's right Lost Boys, Fairies, Pirates, Indians, and Crocodiles...


I'm pregnant.



Whoa.

If Lori Knew...

If Lori knew, Mr. Hawthorne,
How you treat your wife


Would she accept your consoling?
Would she want to be a reason
You twist the knife
In Your Beloved's Heart?

While she is being shattered emotionally
By her true love
Would she want to know
You are the same "man"?

That you could do equal harm
And have done so?

What are your chances now,
Mr. Hawthorne,
Of you getting your secret wish?

Mr.Barrie agrees...and insisted I post this drafted thought.

Leanne's 3WW

Welcome to Three Word Wednesday. Each week, Bone will post three (or more) words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same words.

Leave a comment if you participate. Many fun and interesting people might visit your blog.

This week's words are:
Initial
Knock
Weather

Tribute to Leane Wildermuth, Artist by Nature



I just happened by her place one day. I had been following a string of blogs starting with my sister, Scone. I happened to see a comment from MommaK that rang true with me so that I thought we might be kindred spirits, a modern day Anne Shirley and her beloved Diana of the Lake of Shining Waters. To my surprise, my initial view of MommaK's place was an amazing design complete with intricate and delicate details and amazing color choices. It was the second week of the famed Thursday 13 meme, and I was thoroughly intrigued. I pressed on through the blogosphere at mere dial-up speeds (hey, that's the most you get with back-country service. Of course, if I wanted it to go faster all I had to do was chew on some aluminum foil in a thunderstorm).

As I embarked on my journey that became "Leanne- Artist Worship" as well as a regular Thirteener (before the website, thank you very much)I appreciated her sharing her sketches and then finished products with us. And then a change in the weather brought with it a busyness I have scarce escaped. I had to let go of the Thirteen blogroll because of a cyberstalker, moved hither and yon, deleted my blog, moved my blog, started another (it fell into the swamp)and then renamed the blog (it burned to the ground, fell over and then sank into the swamp) but Leanne would always knock out a note on the email, asking if everything was ok, checking in every once in a while to see if I was back. I lurked for a few months, and then a health crisis and other emotional issues demanded my full attention and I had to take my leave.

Reborn, like a Phoenix from the ashes, I have returned better. I feel better, am healthier emotionally and physically. And Leanne, fellow mid-westerner, amazing artist and web designer (Check out her designs, seriously people. I'd have one myself already...just need to budget for my own .com first and there are many things ahead of that desire)

So Gorgeous Design Artist Leanne... Here's to you.

Everyone go see her and tell her I sent ya. Then let me know you went.