like a tennis match without the cute skirt

i'm up / i'm down / i'm inspired / i'm the terrible sloth monster from hell

unfortunately i had a gazillion things to say this afternoon and thought that i would commit them to type later on (later being now) but i don't remember a single bit of it now. not a bit.

all this communication is a bit much for me. trying to keep in touch with people; communicating with a (nearly) three year old; work; trying to find a new daycare; trying to communicate with his existent daycare; trying to communicate with the divine for this big year end spell and this blog. oh, and trying to write poetry - well, the chants that i make up and then real; regular poetry. over - - - - - - - - load

the 'rents (dad and stepmother) are coming over tomorrow for xmas so there are many things left to do.

andrea, i hate to say that markie-mark is one of the least crazy 'christians' on the www

and on the subject of christians - imho; a christian is someone who is christ like - lots of folks reading the new testament don't qualify and lots of folks not reading any of it more than

kim yeah, battery operated boyfriend but how 'bout "battery operated baby"?

there is one thing i have learned in the last few days - mark will do pretty much anything for blueberry pancakes. well, that and

Also . . . I can kill you with my brain