Season, project, and vacation done.
One more year in everybody’s life.
Add a notch to the old hunting knife
Time keeps testing with a horny thumb.

Over the summer months hung an unspoken
aura of urgency. In late July
galactic pulsings filled the midnight sky
like silent screaming, so that, strangely woken,

we looked at one another in the dark,
then at the milky magical debris
arcing across, dwarfing our meek mortality.
There were two ways to live: get on with work,

redeem the time, ignore the imminence
of cataclysm; or else take it slow,
be as tranquil as the neighbors’ cow
we love to tickle through the barbed wire fence
(she paces through her days in massive innocence,
or, seeing green pastures, we imagine so).

In fact, not being cows, we have no choice.
Summer or winter, country, city, we
are prisoners from the start and automatically,
hemmed in, harangued by the one clamorous voice.

Not light but language shocks us out of sleep
ideas of doom transformed to meteors
we translate back to portents of the wars
looming above the nervous watch we keep.

By Rachel Hadas

Mommy Lorraine

Mommy Lorraine is always around to play with babies and sissies

Diaper changes are a good thing, UNLESS, you like to stay in your messy, stinky diapers for awhile after you mess.  I have no problem with little messy ones, and those who like to stay messy, and goo-ie for long periods of time.  Not many people can deal with poop all that well, but I have no problem with it, and I never have.  It’s just something people do, no reason to get all worked up by it.  I myself have been known to put on a diaper once in awhile and get as messy as I can for a little while.  It’s a great thing to do.  If you haven’t tried it you should, and let’s all be messy together.

Sue

The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple tart.

She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;

And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Minnie

We can do the shopping then get something to eat but first baby will have to bundle up really good because it is really cold outside.So lets grab our coats hats and mittens and scarfs.

Mommy does have the tree up and decorated though just needs some pretty packages underneath the tree and thats where you my babies will come thru for me.

Mommy Lorraine

When I was young my room was very messy, my mom use to just shut the door. I had a friend that bought me a picture that read the title of my blog ”Bless this Mess.”  Odd as it may be today I am as clean as clean can be! Thank God I grew out of that stage! Sadly, messiness can sometimes be taken to the extreme called hoarding.  This disorder is getting a lot of attention, there are several shows now on TV regarding it. Some of the other Mommies and me enjoy watching it and discussing it. But at the same time it is just horrible!!! Not to mention depressing! So to all those little adultbabies out there who are a little laxidasical head Mommies warning and pick up after yourself! You may call me for specific instructions, Mommy Lauren 1 888 430 2010

My family thinks I’m crazy,

© Ellen M. DuBois

I know that one of our special dl’s loves his Wrestling shows, but why not take me on?

I am willing to get down and dirty and I am pretty slick I think I can take you.

So any takers????

Sara

1888 430 2010