Repost: Cryptic Wisdom

So this is a post from Leif’s blog on MySpace, which I had to repost here for myself.  Good thing one parent is on the ball.


Cryptic wisdom, or the ramblings of a child?
Current mood:  thirsty

My 4 year old daughter loves to browse through storybooks whenever she has free time ( which is pretty much all the time,) and although she can’t read yet, she narrates stories from her imagination which are loosely based on the pictures, or on movies or tv she’s recently seen, or which simply seem to be pulled randomly from the ether. Some of the things she says are so odd I just have to write them down. I offer a few here for your consideration. Cryptic wisdom, or the ramblings of a child?

Birdies bite mud

All the mice had a ridiculous disaster

I’ll build and build your finest cake

I would clap for my penguins sweetly. I would sing a little tune.

I went to the spooky castle, but nobody cared for the rest of my life.

He asked one question about the whole world

The queen of the little babies, she has issues

My eye really pooped in my eyeball

In the shape of me a shadow be

His name is “Rebellion of the Earth”

Bow down to the King of Sawdust!

Sometimes you use tissues in a different land. It’s a pretty funny land.

My cheek said “Be angry! Be angry!” but my lip said “Be happy! Be happy!” (Edit:  As you might have guessed, this from a time when she bit her cheek)

As long as you compress me, you can never wear these delicate shoes. If you wear them twice, you can do nothing!

We’re not just going to learn about doggies today. We’re learning about mutation.

I wonder if kitties can sniff planets. What if a planet got stuck in a tree?

Good Dinner Child, this is your job.

Humpty Dumpty sat in the snow
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall… into a cave
Humpty Dumpty walked in the cave
Humpty Dumpty met up with monsters
Humpty Dumpty was cryin’!

I’m still here

In case you’ve been wondering where I am, I am still here.  🙂  I have just been very internal lately.  Half the time I wonder if my thoughts wouldn’t just bore people, so why bother writing them down.  But I had a conversation with a friend of mine and I was saying how I had gotten a compliment on my eyeshadow (yellow and bright green that day) and I realized that if I were no longer around, people would notice.  She told me that people do notice, and even in my withdrawn periods, people notice.

I have been a bit up and down, it’s odd.  At bellydance class I feel fat and ugly, though I am learning so much, so I don’t want to quit.  When I have friends over for dinner, I feel beautiful and free.  I read a lot on life and spirituality.  I feel like I am getting better at accepting that someday I will die, even though I really don’t want to do so now.  Too much to do yet, and my girl needs me.

I am really try to work at becoming a better person.  For one thing, I would like to have more strange and mystical experiences–yet I know right now, I would feel far too much fear if something weird happened to me.   I’m not mature enough to handle it without peeing my pants.  I really want to get away from fear, because there is still a lot of fear that hides in me, influencing my actions.

I would really like to help people, and more than anything, I want to have a meaningful impact in this world.  But unless I learn to more focussed, more disciplined, more clear, I will not have much power to influence much of anything.  And that’s what I’m working on these days.

Bootcamp–With the Marines

Yesterday, my trainer Dustin held a bootcamp session at a local health club.   There were a couple of Marines with a Toy for Tots drive there as well, which is why I wanted to go.  I wanted to see what kind of pain they could dish out.  ;p  The Marines led the first part of the workout, which was indeed tough.  Then Dustin led the second part of the workout, which was tougher.  In fact, I did not feel so bad when I saw even the Marines had some difficulty with some of Dustin’s moves.  (He used a lot of balance ball stuff).  So now I can say I’ve worked out with Marines!  Ha ha ha!

Of course, keeping up with them would be another thing to brag about altogether. . .

And boy do my abs hurt today.  Good thing I wasn’t planning on doing a lot of breathing.