Chookah

The Most Annoying Sound

               
 

In case you're wondering, This is the reason why I'm tired on Monday mornings.

Co-dependent

"Mom?"

"What?" He finds me in the kitchen.

(30 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"

"What?" He finds me in the bathroom.

(30 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"

"What?" He finds me in the living room.

(60 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"

"What?" He finds me in the office.

(45 seconds elapse)
"Mom?"

"For the love of God, child. What!!!?" He found me in the same room he was in.

Gold Digger

Preface: Sebastian hasn't mastered the art of blowing his nose.  He blows but the air comes through his mouth and not the preferred orifice.  He's also at the age where boogers have become a source of fascination and obsession: picking, examining, wiping and (ARGH) eating.

Last night I told him a story about Magic.  Not any run of the mill magic, mind you, but a special kind of nose magic. I told him that boogers carry a special kind of power, boogers generate good dreams.  The catch is that if they're picked out with a finger, they lose all their magic. However, if removed with a tissue, the magic stays in the nose.

Tonight:

Sebastian: "Mom, I have boogers."

Me: "Don't pick them out with your finger, they'll lose their magic."

Sebastian: "The good dream magic?" (Hooray for the steel trap mind!)

Me: "Yes."

Sebastian: "Get a tissue, I need the boogers out."

I get a tissue and twirl up the corner and twist it into his nostril trying to get the offending boogers out.

Sebastian: "Mom?"

Me: "Yeah."

Sebastian: "Are you digging for gold?"

Getting Existential on Y'all

How many of us get a fresh start in life?  It's a great opportunity filled with promise and nearly infinite options.

Problem is, there are a lot of options.

Options "A", "B" are attractive. Option "C" is even more so. Do I go for broke and jump at "D"?  What the hell is "D" anyway?

My mind is a swirling vortex of options and opportunities and this creates a thrashing mentality in me.  Because I got the histrionic over-achiever gene, I try to do everything all at the same time.  The spiral continues when I look at what I've done and feel crappy because I didn't get anything substantial done and the stuff I did get done was done in a half-assed kind of way and looks like shit.

I just need to focus on one, grab on and go!  But then...

Will "A" give me the satisfaction of a job well done?  Will "B" support my thirst for learning? What about "C", "D" and "E"? Do I even care about "E" anymore? Good Lord, I'm not in a state to pick any of them, but how do I get to that state?

Yep, I've spent many a night staring at the ceiling wishing for a magic wand and/or winning Lotto ticket.

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

Here's a taste of the THOUSANDS of pictures I took (I'm sure most of them are of the sky or the heel of a wakeboarder as they past out of the frame).

I will post more this weekend... promise!

Lake Powell August 2007