Monday, February 21, 2011

A Story made with Ajey

Once upon a time there was a tiny little frog, so small that he feared that he would be squashed by a passing toad. All of a sudden he spied a snails shell and decided to use it for shelter...

To get to the shelter, he had to pass through the maze made of maize that were helter-skelter. He looked up and he saw his good old friend Mighty Moth flying carefree. He called onto him...  

"Mighty Moth, the shell, can you bring me to the shell!?" Mighty Moth looked down to see who had called his name and accidentally ran into a corn stalk, as he fell he yelled "bombs away!" then he landed in a heap right in front of tiny frog. Tiny frogs heart was ribbiting a million miles a minute, carefully he lifted one of Mighty Moths wings...

The fall of the Mighty Moth made the frog all the more nervous. Before taking his last breath, he gave the frog a bracelet made of aluminum foil. It was called the "doosie-doo" and had magical power. The bracelet had the power to make the one wearing it become invisible but only in the sunniest of time in the sunflower fields. But, to get to it, he had to answer three hair-raising questions.

First of all, you must know your hearts desire, secondly the secret of walking on fire, and last of all you will be asked the name of the first person you ever liked...

The frog thought and with time running out of his hands, he answered, his desire was to get to the shell so that he can live on. He then revealed the secret of walking on fire was to walk barefoot on it and sing "London bridge is falling down" out aloud and he revealed the first person he liked was Chamelia, the queen of chameleons.

Alas the reminder of queen Chamelia set him to crying over his long lost love, he became even more determined to attain the shell of his dreams, perhaps Chamelia would join him there. Now that he had his "Doosie-Doo" he felt that he would have the strength to make it to his shell...

With a yukalaylee in his hand the frog sang a song in his memory of Chamelia. He grew stronger. He knew it would take a lifetime to reach her but he knew it was possible. And, so, he was more determined to reach the shell. He wore the doosie-doo to be invisible to the toad and he carefully hopped between the grass, upon the leaves, across the streams of water to finally reach the shell. He knocked on the shell. And, he heard a strong voice speak to him from the inside of the shell.


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My sweetheart Ajey has posted about his lecturers efforts to raise funds against the exploitation and abuse of children, here is a link. The Odds are Good, But the Goods are Odd

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

If this is a magic machine, then my daddy will come back...

What do you say to your four year old who hopes that by copying a picture of her daddy that he will magically come back?

The most difficult part of all of this is that my four year old doesn't understand where her daddy is or why he's not at home. Frankly, I don't understand why he cannot be a part of our lives. I know the what and the logical why, but I don't understand what possessed him to make the choices that he did which drove such a huge wedge into our family.

It's been such a lovely day today, the weather so mild, and I've gotten so much done to organize my files that I would usually feel happy and hopeful. In past years I would have felt renewed hope that things would be looking up for us, that finally Sam and I would be able to work together as a team, earn money during the summer, get a home... and get lots and lots done, be successful...

It's all gone, I feel so blank

I would run to him and grasp his hand, tell him that I want to work on our family... but I can't and won't. He hurt me, and our kids, in a bumbling stupid way and even if I could be dragged into feeling sorry for him again it still wouldn't take away the facts. Could he even get on his knees to beg forgiveness to allow a new start? No because he hurt me even as little as a month ago...

I'm so sad though, it is so hard to be strong. I don't know what I'm doing, and the corporate world is harsh. I did well in Accounting, but only through a lot of struggle and study and I'm afraid to get another job doing accounting because the last job that I had required so many hours from me and I didn't have a mentor, they expected me to know everything right then, no exceptions. I wasn't stupid, but I struggled because I hadn't worked before and I got into a position that I wasn't prepared for... but I was so close.

That's off my chest... I'm going to make popcorn and a smoothie for my princess.