I like it, even if it does inspire me to break into song…
Oh, he’s a lumberjack, and he’s okay!
Via DailyKos, I bring you today’s amusement. If you were one of Sarah Palin’s kids, what *would* your name be?
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Gavin was avoiding sleep, fussing in his swing. Maya walked over to him, cooed at him and gently gave him a pacifier (which did, actually, pacify him — go figure).
“Maya, you’re a really sweet big sister.”
(not even looking up from her puzzle) “Hmmm.”
“You really just wanted him to be quiet, didn’t you?”
“Yup.”
At least she’s honest about it.
No, really.
Edward Kennedy is speaking. As expected, he ends a paragraph with the refrain, “YES WE CAN!”
Maya jumps up and down. “YES WE CAN! He said it!”
… (wait for it) …
“Just like Bob!”
(I saw it coming, but it still made me giggle.)
Perhaps it also said something about the amount of political discussion in our house that Maya sees pictures of the Democratic (presumptive) nominee and says excitedly, “Look! It’s Obama!” It might also tell you something that when we started watching the convention on MSNBC (we’ve since switched to PBS so we have high-def), she said hi to Keith.
Thump, thump, thump, thump…You’ve got to MOVE IT!
Two girls dance together, sandwiching the unsuspecting poor sob between them. They laugh and give each other knowing looks. The world is theirs.
Then, we had cosmos in hand (and didn’t even spill them!). The girl was my cousin, and we were hotties who (likely insufferably) knew it. The guy was likely an Air Force Academy cadet, pleased with how “cool” he was to dance with hot older women.
Today, years later, it’s the credits to Madagascar. We have Luna bars in hand (and don’t even smudge chocolate all over). The girl is my Maya, and we’re sandwiching Gavin, who is resisting going back to his nap. We laugh together, and I wouldn’t go back to the nightclub even if you paid me.
Often, growing up sucks. Today, it doesn’t.
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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.
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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.