Tuesday, November 23, 2004

life and stuff

niza's blog

life and stuff

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 11:09 PM 1 comments

roo-roo's blog

Journey of an Unfinished Work

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:56 PM 0 comments

emmy's lovely blog

emmy's lovely blog

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mistic mommy's blog-orific-ness

the originator of the conformation

mistic mommy's blog-orific-ness

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 10:40 PM 0 comments

Saturday, November 20, 2004

To Whom it may concern:
The weather is lovely. The people are wonderful. I miss all my MS-ians. But I really love TN.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 8:27 PM 3 comments

Friday, November 19, 2004

Poo

Did you ever have one of those days where you wake up and you are soooo tired you just want to crawl back into bed? Yeah, that's how today is. Squish-ums woke up @ 6! I am pooped, already. I did have a nice just below room temperature bowl of oatmeal though. Last night was kind of rough, too.
Oh yeah, for those of you wondering I completely forgot about the meeting, until like 9 when all of a sudden I remembered. I hate it that my few chances to escape the cave are lost. So, like every moody woman, after I realized I had lost my chance I got mad. And, like the moody woman that I am, I took it all out on RC. (I am sorry, hunny.) I always seem to do that to you, don't I?
Well, since the squish is out, I am going back to bed.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 7:51 AM 2 comments

Thursday, November 18, 2004

A poem

play,
could you
gentle romantic.
please,
through only warm sun
candle worshiping by moon
hot glistening candy caress
devour honey blood-bouquet
drunk rythm with naked aroma
sweet evening fever flickers
in dark dream-night
dance there together
haunt there together
never escape
clutch the magnificent champagne flame
going like an angel whisper
when comes the kiss, fire
open sugar touch
where trust is sleeping
where trust is lingering
away under dear promised desire
which life must find at sea
so..
look, see eye always
listen ear always
voices come to give
your next beautiful morning

You may be able to tell that E.E. Cummings is one of my favorite poets.
All of those out there who have good poetry skills, see if you can translate it. It may surprise you, the actual meaning of this poem. That is all.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 3:35 PM 1 comments

EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just can't sit still. I am so excited about going to my parents this weekend. I haven't gotten to see them since July. And now I will be heading up there in just a day! I can't wait. It sucks that I am going to miss church again though. It has been 3 weeks since I have been. Why is it when there is something you want to do so bad and you keep getting thrown curve balls? The first week squishy-mon got really crabby, because he hadn't napped yet. The next week RC had to work. AAARRRGGGGGGGGGGG!!! Will the vicious cycle never end? Will I ever be allowed to actually sit through a service without having to stand in the back rocking the angry squish? Will Larry ever find his precious hairbrush? Will the never-ending story ever end? Oh, the questions of a troubled life. Ok, so maybe it isn't really all that troubled.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 11:24 AM 1 comments

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

You know how sometimes you have been playing a video or computer game for a while and then suddenly when you are walking around a corner say in your house, the grocery store, or church and all of a sudden the music in your head goes into that dramatic "something-is-about-to-jump-out-at-you" kind? Yeah, I love it! It makes everyday life so much more fun when you find that you are surrounded by skulltullas and you only have a slingshot and a package of bubble gum... Or you are going to the bathroom in the middle of the night and you find in your bathtub is hiding a lumbering terantetek... Or ... well, you get the picture... What happy fun-ness!
Well, it is time for me to eat dinner. I think ramen will suffice.

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 5:23 PM 0 comments

succumb to the winds of conformation...

i did it. i concede, i am not a crook. blah blah blah...
i submit to the ever present bloggers of my life.
now i can't type anymore because the ten month old monster is writhing in my grasp...

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 1:52 PM 2 comments