Playground rules have changed...

My girls had me laughing in shock today with their renditions of our old hand games from the recess yard. Maggie's went like this...(arms in a circle in front of her) Open the gate, (you are asked to pull open her hands), Who do you hate? (you are expected to answer with a name- I was shocked speechless, so I didn't answer) That's who you date! (Rolling laughter...) Then Ann Cherie, as if to one up, folded her hands in the old "Here's the church, here's the steeple" mode and said, "Open the diaper- What's inside?" and instead of people you got poop fingers. OMG, how the recess yard has changed over the years- and they go to the magnet school.

Blog peace or is it piece...

I have decided that I am beginning prayer now for a job that requires me to blog all day! I imagine that a nice, quiet little cell (thinking less prison, more cubicle) with my own computer without sticky keypad letters and screaming children attached would be quite lovely. I have visions of great writing that is not all about my rugrat children and their tirades through our chaotic life. I have dreams of peace and intelligent thought working cohesively to produce world changing and motivating words. Ok, people, I did say dreams and visions... don't chastise me...