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Butt Prints in the Sand

So I came across this while researching some stuff for iPagan, and thought I’d repost it here. It makes a buttload of sense to me.Butt Prints in the Sand:
“Butt Prints in the Sand”
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of the Goddess they were,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
and I asked Her, ‘What have we here?
These prints are large and round and neat,
But much too big to be from feet.
”My child,’ She said in somber tones,
‘For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
”You would not learn,
you would not grow,
The walk of faith,
you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt.
‘Because in life, there comes a time
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand.’

Author Unknown”(Via ChaosMatrix.)

A lack of mom-entum.

Why is it, when I am home with the darling little ones (read as crazed axe murdering savages), I can’t move my ass? It takes 3 or 4 tries to get started on anything, and then all it takes to stop what I’m doing is one small screaming fit from the girls.

Yet when Psycho-Momia is home, I’m all gung-ho, and move through jobs like a red hot poker through already melting wax.

I know in the last couple of days, it’s partially because I’m attempting to deny my body a substance it has depended on for far too long. My head is all fuzzy, and I’m prone to cold sweats. But, that’s not the full deal – It’s been like this this for a month or so.

On a funnier note, Oldest girl just told me that Buzz (Lightyear, from Toy Story) had the biggest poop. Interesting, no?

Anyway…this ain’t going anywhere, anywhere at all.

I’m gonna go smoke some crack, shoot some heroin into my eyes and try to get some stuff done around here.

I need a real life.

Missing you….

So I’ve been drifting in memories bliss for a bit. Thinking of friends that have disappeared, people I have not been the best to, people that I’d like to find, or least find out how they are doing.

Some there is no chance of. Some have rejected contact (their loss…)

Some pop up every so often…Hiya Suz! Some I start getting back in touch with, and it just drys up, becuase there is no common point of reference. What Made us friends in that previous life, just isn’t there anymore.

No way to know.
Right now, I’m wondering about Kurt Farnon.
Andre, Pete, Ed Standish,
Roger Marinelli
Jen Frosch
Brian Soldate
Mary Leonardi
Mike McGarry
Rose Cook
Sydney Demers

And I’m sure more will well up.

At least I know Ern is well.